Qin Yulu died. On the night when he was dismissed, he got drunk and walked to a small alley and called the name of the woman he was about to marry and shot himself.

The version of this story quickly spread throughout Harbin.

Saito Hengqi naturally knew more. Qin Yulu was indeed drunk that night. Investigators had found the tavern where Qin Yulu was drinking near the security bureau.

It was indeed a gun fired at a very close distance, and the pistol was indeed Qin Yulu himself.

That night, many residents in the alley heard at least a shout: "Yancui, I miss you!" and then heard a gunshot.

During the examination, the medical staff found that Qin Yulu seemed to have incontinence before his death. However, it was not surprising that Qin Yulu drank so much wine that day.

What annoyed Saito Hengqi was that there were a lot of things happening in the security bureau recently. The person who killed Zhou Xingfu had not been found out yet, and Qin Yulu was dead again.

Qin Yulu's family was deserted and almost no one was present. No one from the security bureau came. Relatives and neighbors had to perfunctory Qin Yulu when he was alive. Now that he was dead, no one paid attention to this Japanese dog.

When Qian Xiaobao walked into Qin Yulu's home, only his wife and two nearly adult children were present.

Qian Xiaobao took out ten dollars and handed them to the woman's hand. The woman did not use a rolling pin to deal with him like the last time, but held the ten dollars tightly in her hand.

In the past, she would not take ten dollars seriously at all. But now she knows that the family’s money will only spend less and less, and one dollar is the lifeblood!

"Old Qin, I will never make trouble again. Come live, I promise you to marry the second wife." Qin Yulu's wife said with a little nervous choking.

Old Xing raised money everywhere these two days, but one thousand yuan was a big amount, and in the end he only raised more than two hundred yuan.

For his own sake and for his son who had not known the news for ten years, Old Xing was about to kneel down and beg Qin Yulu, who was about to come to his house to ask for money, and asked him to give him a gratitude to him for a period of time.

But Qin Yulu didn't wait, but what he waited for was the news that Qin Yulu shot himself.

"All people are dead, don't you have to give money?" Old Xing's wife said in surprise.

"I will treat myself as a character for a few days for the Japanese. I will commit suicide and I will not live!" Old Xing sighed.

He and Qin Yulu and Zhou Xingfu were almost the earliest group of policemen in Harbin. However, the deaths of two other people besides him made Lao Xing very moved.

"If you do too many bad things, you will be on the verge of ghosts. This is retribution!" said Mrs. Xing.

While the two were talking about Qin Yulu and Zhou Xingfu, Qian Xiaobao came to visit him with wine again.

"The last time I came, Section Chief Qin was here, and I didn't say anything I wanted to ask Uncle Xing for advice. This time I'm here again." Qian Xiaobao said with a smile.

"Young people, where can't we ask for a bowl of rice? Look at Qin Yulu and Zhou Xingfu, they are all people who have known me for decades. They are both more favored by the Japanese, but how about now? They all went to the King of Hell to report. Let's change the way of living while they are young." Old Xing advised.

"I am like you, I am forced to do anything." Qian Xiaobao said.

"After entering the security bureau, it's like a woman entering a kiln. Even if you don't pick up customers, you are still a bitch in the eyes of others!" Old Xing sighed.

"I am old and I will beg the Japanese in a few days to see if I can let me leave the security bureau. I will squat on the street and do small business anymore." Lao Xing continued.

"I don't want to do it for the Japanese anymore! It's just that they are pushing them tightly. They just want to fool them on errands." Qian Xiaobao said.

"The Japanese asked me to check the transaction of guns on the black market. Uncle Xing gave me some information." Qian Xiaobao begged.

Older people have a habit of saying everything from Pangu to the present.

Old Xing raised his head and thought for a while and said, "Buying and selling guns on the black market in Harbin has decades of history. It was found when Tsarist Russia fought with the Japanese!"

"At that time, the supplies of Tsarist Russian soldiers could not keep up. Many soldiers secretly took their weapons to the black market for trading. Many Russians ran into the mountains and got bearded! At that time, both Russians and Japanese were trying to win over bandits to give them weapons. The guns were so rampant!" Lao Xing continued.

"Uncle Xing, let's talk about the past. Let's talk about it first." Qian Xiaobao hurriedly stopped Old Xing's words and said.

"Now, it seems that the Japanese are very strict in their control, but secretly there is no difference from before! There are all kinds of opium, women, and guns!" Lao Xing continued.

Qian Xiaobao was interested and asked, "There are people who sell humans?"

"Why didn't there?" Old Xing said with his neck staring and staring at his eyes.

"There are many men in the Northeast, but few women. Bachelors run errands everywhere! Some people put women on boats from the south to the Northeast for sale! Also, there are many foreigners in Harbin who are not well-equipped to wear. Some people transport these foreign women to Shanghai to sell!" Speaking of this, Lao Xing couldn't help but lower his voice.

"These are despicable things!" Qian Xiaobao cursed.

"But the Japanese are so strict now, how did they get in and out of the Northeast?" Qian Xiaobao asked in confusion.

Old Xing shook his head and said that he didn't know that he just said: "Money can help the gods."

After saying so much, Lao Xing still didn't talk about guns.

Qian Xiaobao asked again.

"When the Japanese came in, there were many Fengtian soldiers who had no time to retreat into Shanhaiguan. A lot of weapons came out of them. In addition, the number of Russians left was even more. If you check, go to both sides of the train line to ask. But those who do such business will accept their lives. Be careful of their lives!" Old Xing instructed.

On both sides of the Harbin train track are slums, crowded with tens of thousands of landless farmers driven by the Japanese and refugees fleeing from the Yalu River.

From 18 to 2020, a large number of Tsarist Russian soldiers fled to Northeast China. They all fled in with weapons. The weapons were no longer known where they went.

In addition, the number of weapons left by the Fengtian army is extremely large.

"I just go around and ask for some trivial matters and go back to submit the matter." Qian Xiaobao said.

After Qian Xiaobao left, Old Mrs. Xing said dissatisfiedly: "You have said too much today! I don't think this kid has a ghost head and a toad eyes, like a good thing!"
Chapter completed!