I Worked as a Detective in the Republic of China

The steam train puffed out white steam and slowly stopped on the deserted rails. The harsh sound of wheels rubbing against the rails could be heard far away in the empty mountains. Shen Yanqiu walked off the train carrying a brown suitcase. The cold wind instantly penetrated his woolen coat, bringing with it a damp earthy smell. He tightened his collar and glanced at the platform - a few decayed wooden pillars supporting a dilapidated awning, on which the four words "Qingchuan Town Station" had been mottled, leaving only a vague outline. "Is this gentleman coming to Qingchuan Town for business?" A middle-aged man wearing a short jacket and a felt hat came up to him, with an attentive smile on his face, but his eyes kept looking at Shen Yanqiu's suitcase, "This town is not easy to get around. Can I drive a donkey cart to see you off?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.