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Ling Nianfeng died in a car accident. Hao Qin never expected that Ling Nianfeng would die like this. They were classmates in junior high school. Ling Nianfeng is now a big boss with assets exceeding 100 million, while Hao Qin is the deputy captain of the Xiuhu County Criminal Police Team. Both of them can be regarded as respectable people. At the inauguration ceremony of Yuanda Company's new factory half a year ago, the two had a very happy conversation. Hao Qin also hoped that his cousin would work in Ling Nianfeng's company after graduating from college. He didn't expect that things would turn out like this. That day, Hao Qin happened to drive by the scene. The scene at the scene left Hao Qin stunned. This is a winding mountain road, with a slope on the left and a stone wall cut out during construction on the right. Ling Nianfeng's Mercedes-Benz was stuck against the stone wall beside the road, turning into a pile of charred remains.

Wang Daping opened a psychological consultation room after returning from studying abroad. His parents were opposed to this career choice. What is psychological counseling? You can neither treat people like a doctor, nor help people litigate like a lawyer. You can just sit there by yourself, waiting for someone to come to your door and send you money? Isn't this a fortune-telling trick? However, his parents' opposition did not stop Wang Daping's enthusiasm for starting a business, and the psychological consultation room was still opened. Unexpectedly, business was very good soon after opening, and many people came to seek medical treatment. That evening, Wang Daping was about to close the door and go home. A young girl came in, wearing a yellow sportswear, her hair tied into a big pony tail at the back of her head. She looked fierce and capable. "Are you a psychiatrist?" She asked, sitting down opposite him. "I'm a psychological counselor.

Fu Guohong, a female model from Jiaojiang City, committed suicide. This news caused quite a shock in Jiaojiang City. Fu Guohong was originally a clothing model. She once won second place in a national model competition and became famous in Jiaojiang. Two years ago, she even stripped down to the bottom and became a human model. Her slender yet plump figure attracted the attention of many people. Such a popular beauty suddenly committed suicide, which naturally triggered widespread speculation. Various rumors spread like wildfire, making it difficult to tell whether they were true or false. Many people feel sorry for Fu Guohong's suicide. This includes Lin Shuxin. Speaking of which, Lin Shuxin can be regarded as Fu Guohong's friend, but they have very few contacts in real life, and the real communication is online. Fu Guohong has a QQ group where all the people in the group are her fans, and Lin Shuxin is the only male.

In 1930, Feng Youliang became a junior police officer in the Shanghai Police Department. That day, he was patrolling Minhe Road with a rubber stick when he suddenly heard someone calling his nickname, A-Liang. He took a closer look and saw two men and two women standing in front of him. They were all young people about the same age as him. They were all sallow and thin and dressed in rags. The two women were both wearing men's jackets. If it weren't for the braids on the back of their heads, they would be unrecognizable as young girls. Their images told Feng Youliang that these were four wanderers. There are countless such wanderers on the beach in Shanghai, either due to war or natural disasters. Refugees from neighboring Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Anhui provinces have fled their homes and thrown themselves into this prosperous place to survive. Feng Youliang also came to Shanghai from northern Anhui three years ago. After going through many hardships, he got a job as a police officer and escaped the tragic fate of living on the streets. Now that I heard the familiar accent, I couldn't help but tremble all over.

In the early summer of 1939, a train stopped at Jiaxing Station. This train was from Nanjing to Shanghai, and Jiaxing was just a temporary stop on the way. Xu Hu glanced out of the car window, continued to pull down his broken straw hat to cover his face, and curled up on the seat to take a nap. It was late at night, everything was dark outside the car window, and everyone was sleeping soundly. The people in the car were also swaying around, immersed in a tired and heavy silence. However, although Xu Hu was dozing off, like a sensitive cat, his nerves were not completely relaxed. Suddenly, he heard heavy footsteps. Based on his experience, this is a large leather shoe, and the person who gets on the bus should not be an ordinary civilian.

Late one night in the summer of 1937, Cao Xiangjie received a call from captain Tang Hao that a fire broke out at the Shanghai Hotel on Tianjin Road. He immediately got up, hailed a rickshaw outside, and hurried to Tianjin Road. Cao Xiangjie was very confused. If there was a fire in a Shanghai hotel, he could just call the fire brigade. Why did the captain ask him to rush there? Could it be that the captain suspected someone of setting the fire? Hopefully this was just an accident, otherwise I'd have to be busy again. When we arrived at the scene, we found that the fire had been put out. The fire broke out on the sixth floor of the hotel, which is the guest department. Cao Xiangjie knew that captain Tang Hao was already there, so he quickly ran up the stairs. The six floors were a mess, but one of them was really burned down. Tang Hao and three policemen were already investigating. "What's going on, captain?" Cao Xiangjie asked.

After the three-month Battle of Songhu, the Japanese invaders who occupied Shanghai continued to advance inland and soon occupied Hangzhou. On December 23, a leading force of the Japanese army prepared to cross the Qiantang River. At the critical moment, there was a loud bang, and the Qiantang River Bridge, which had just been built a month ago, collapsed in time. In order to slow down the invading army's attack, the thoroughfare across the river that the Chinese had worked so hard to build was cut off by their own hands. At this time, Matsui, the Japanese commander who was in Shanghai, heard the news and was furious. He slapped the table and issued an emergency order on the spot... The blind man said: Long Fu Qian Ze, it is difficult to hide his back. The midwinter of 1937 was extremely cold. The strong northwest wind came and went, sweeping the Hangzhou, Jiaxing, and Hu areas into a deserted state, and the weather was freezing. At the foot of Mogan Mountain in central Zhejiang, there is an ancient town called Wukang, which is also in a deep cold.

The spring of 1937 came belatedly, and it was still cold in March. In Wujiang County, northeast of Shanghai, the streets are as lively as usual. Early in the morning, Zhu Kun limped into a teahouse with a walking stick to drink tea. As soon as he sat down, a man came in from outside, walked directly opposite him, and asked, "Is there anyone sitting here?" Zhu Kun saw that this man was wearing a long gown and a gray hat, looking like a teacher. He shook his head and said, "There's no one to sit down. You can do whatever you want." The man took off his hat and nodded, then sat down and ordered tea. The two sat across from each other drinking tea and didn't speak to each other at first.