A Must-See for Spy War Genre, It Has to Be Liu Changchuan

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Yes, this is a very classic beginning of a Hong Kong-style story, full of imagery and flavor of the times. It instantly establishes character, time and atmosphere. Let's continue with this beginning: --- Chen Yaofeng had just helped his Hakka grandmother to find her lost three-yellow chicken cub, and the sweat on the back of his military uniform had dark markings. He lay back on the mottled wooden chair of the sentry box, resting his left hand on the back of his head, reading the newspaper, lost in thought. The newspaper contained news about Hong Kong Governor Youde's visit to Beijing, and there was an undercurrent about the "1997" in the lines. In the distance, the Lincun Reservoir glowed like broken silver under the scorching sun. It was so quiet that only the cicadas screamed desperately and the old-fashioned fan in the sentry box turned its head "squeaking". The tranquility did not last long. There was a rapid ringing of bicycle bells from far away, and a sudden stop outside the guard box. A young man wearing a sweatshirt and sweating profusely put his head in, panting: "Brother Feng, Feng! Oh no! Xu... That crazy woman from the Xu family... Ran to the pond and called her name again! This time it seems she has to go down!" Chen Yaofeng frowned and jumped up from the chair. Everyone in the village knows about Mrs. Xu's family. Three years ago, her seven-year-old son Azai was playing in the water by the pond. A wave hit him and he never came back. Even his body was not found. Since then, she has been in a daze, running to the pond every now and then, saying she heard Ah Tsai calling her. "Throw it away!" Chen Yaofeng cursed lowly, grabbed the police hat on the table and put it on his head, "Aqiang, go call the village chief and Uncle Xu, and I'll go take a look!" He got on the Phoenix bicycle parked next to the guard box, pedaled hard, and rode quickly along the dirt road next to the pond. The wind blew up his sweaty back, bringing a slight chill. From a distance, he saw the thin figure standing on the stone embankment by the pond, wearing the white washed blue shirt, with messy hair, opening his arms towards the dark green water, shouting in a stern voice: "Azai - Azai - back for dinner!" The water rippled, reflecting the dazzling sunlight, and was bottomless. "Aunt Xu! Come down! Danger!" Chen Yaofeng threw down his bicycle and shouted as he ran. The woman didn't seem to hear anything, but moved forward half a step. The gravel rolled down from the embankment and disappeared into the water silently. Chen Yaofeng's heart was in his throat and he quickened his pace and rushed over. Just when he was still more than ten meters away from the other party, Mrs. Xu suddenly stopped shouting and turned around suddenly. The face that had been tortured by the sun and madness was showing an unusual, almost eerie sobriety at the moment. She stared straight at Chen Yaofeng, her eyes were too sharp to look like a madman, and her voice was hoarse but clear: "Sir, there is someone looking at me under the water. It's not my son... He is wearing a black shirt, so fierce..." Chen Yaofeng paused, and an inexplicable chill climbed up his spine, which was worse than the cold in the depths of the pond. At this moment, Mrs. Xu's foot slipped and she fell into the water screaming. "Plop!" Chen Yaofeng didn't have time to think about it, threw off his hat, pulled open the first button of his collar, and plunged into the cold water. He swam hard towards the figure splashing in the water. The water was cool, a stark contrast to the afternoon heat. The turbid pond water blocked his vision, and dark green water plants brushed against his calves like ghost hands. With great difficulty, he grabbed Mrs. Xu's arm and dragged her to the shore. During the struggle, Chen Yaofeng's feet seemed to hit something heavy, not like a stone, soft but hard at the same time. He subconsciously lowered his head and looked into the turbid water - through the swaying waves and floating impurities, he could vaguely see a swollen and white face, embedded in the dark mud at the bottom of the water. The empty eyes were wide open, facing the direction he was looking down. Just as Mrs. Xu said, the corpse was dressed in black and looked like an ominous shadow in the green water. What made his scalp numb the most was that there were several thick iron chains tightly wrapped around the neck of the corpse, and a huge stone was tied to the other end of the iron chain. Chen Yaofeng took a sip of water, and a cold feeling instantly ran through his body. This wasn't an accidental slip-up at all. It's murder. Shen Tang. And he, this "retired" military uniform who just wanted to be quiet in the countryside and was waiting to immigrate to Canada, ran into it.