July 1937, Shanghai.

These days, the most talked about the July 7 Incident in the streets and alleys. No matter if you are using civilized sticks or pulling rickshaws, you are dancing in Paramount and betting on the racetracks, you are blushing and your neck is thick and your saliva is flying around. Everyone has become a military and political official who has insight into current affairs and is full of vigilance.

For example, Jia San is a powerful man.

He clearly couldn't read a big word, but in the past, he saw the policeman busy Jingyan and foreigners who wanted to lick his shoes. Even Peking was on the other end of the Huangpu River. These days, he suddenly talked about the current situation and politics in China and Japan. Everyone guessed that he had a patriotic student in the past two days. He used all the three melons and two dates he heard to put them in front of his companions.

It rained heavily that night, and the water from the street accumulated to the ankles. Several lieutenants took the car to go to Yangzhou restaurants that they often went to. Just after the shoe lift was removed, Jia San and the others blushed and had their teeth turned pale again.

The reason was that Lifu said that he had a guest during the day. Judging from the guests' meaning, the Japanese were also eyeing Shanghai.

This is amazing. Although the newspaper said that the July 7 Incident shocked the world, the shot was placed in the north and the south could not even hear a loud noise, but now it is actually eyeing it!

So Jia San came out to endorse the Presidential Office again, and his attitude was like Chairman Jiang just called him last night.

——"The Japanese fight Shanghai! It's impossible for you to use your toes!"

——"The people living in the Shanghai Concession are all foreigners! There is a blue plum that is fried with a slim flower. Ask the emperor whether he agrees or not!"

——"Shanghai is so close to Nanjing, and the chairman lives in the Presidential Palace, can he be beaten?"

——"Ms. Sun lives in Shanghai. Who is Mrs. Sun?

That is Mrs. Jiang’s second sister! Can Mrs. Jiang agree to the fight against Shanghai?

It’s different in Peking. The chairman has no relatives in Peking, so he will beat him if he beats..."

In the end, Jia San won an old wine and poured half of his stomach yellow soup. After the rain stopped, he pulled the rickshaw away, and waved his steps and said harshly: "Japan, I broke it away with just one fart..."

Jia San had a problem. He turned his directions when he poured yellow soup, regardless of north and south, and when he was in the middle of the road, he turned right. The more he drank, the more he ran, the more he was happy. In his woman's words, a jar of wine could pull the car to the Qinhuai River.

My mind was dizzy and I vaguely remembered that I had a wind blowing along the Huangpu River. The rickshaw bells were scattered and it seemed like it was falling apart. Then I was empty and I slept on the ground.

I woke up in the middle of the night. In July, my heart was still cold and my belly was squeezing from the ground. Before Jia San opened his eyes, he smelled the smell of mold in his nose and cursed him secretly. This time, I had a lot of drinks, why did I run to the bankrupt Huamei Textile Factory?

It is not new to the bankruptcy of factories opened by Chinese people. Who said that foreigners are cheap and easy to use?

Before he woke up, his eyes were a little blurred. Jia San yawned and squinted his eyes at the base of the wall in the distance. The moon was very white, as if he was pacing the shadow of the ground. A woman turned around the corner...

There is a woman?

Jia San suddenly reacted, turned over and sat up, rubbed his eyes, and looked over there again.

Quiet, quiet.

Did you read it wrong?

It is impossible, it must be a woman who has three inches of high heels, pointed and thin, with beads on the toe of the shoe, trembling and very graceful. Jia San heard from someone that Mrs. Jiang, Soong Mei-ling, had a pearl stole from the coffin of Empress Dowager Cixi when she got married. Many wives in Shanghai followed suit. A pair of shoes was full of pearls, which was more than half a year of food for poor families.

There are also white feet, slender calves, and the skirt under the cheongsam is brushed against the edges of the legs. The embroidery area is darker and the dark sky cannot see clearly. You know that the patterns are very complex and written by a wealthy family.

I didn't see it any further. Who made him lie down at that time? When his slender legs swung past the corner of the wall, he had not yet come back to his senses.

After thinking about it carefully, Jia San felt that he had found a treasure.

He has never experienced this, but he has heard of it several times. Many rich families have lonely hearts and flowers outside, and there are many people in hotels and cities that are difficult to do business. Some of them are brave enough to run to such abandoned factories or houses in the suburbs.

People who have experienced him teach him that when encountering such a thing, don’t be shocked by the wild mandarin ducks. If men are not easy to do, it’s best to keep a close eye on the girl. When she is alone, you can knock her out of the gold earrings and jade bracelets on her body. If you are brave enough, it’s okay to taste the taste of your concubine. These women do secretly, they dare not speak too much if they suffer. Besides, they are dark and bright. How many noses and eyes do you know?

Jia San decided to find out first: if you can get a chance, you can take advantage of it. If it is a thorny head that you can't afford to get a chance...

The wealth is precious, but life is still more expensive.

He first took a bib around the outside and confirmed that it was not the gangster boss who came out to rush the villain and had a younger brother on guard outside. He was also 80% sure that the man inside was a soft-eating young man. In such a side place, he didn't see a car burning oil outside. He was so poor!

There is no black chartered car. In order to distinguish it from the rickshaw, it is stipulated that the private use rickshaws they hired should be painted black. This concubine is really good. She dare not use her car at home. How did she get there with such a pair of high heels?

Jia San's heart was a little confident and his courage became much stronger. He turned his mind slowly across the corner.

The factory area is very quiet, with moldy spindles piled up in the corners of the open air walls, and the iron chains on the workshop gate were wrapped around the circle and locked. People should not be in the factory - this is strange. I looked at the stacking warehouses of the alkaline and acid stations and didn't even look for a ghost. It makes no sense. I didn't see the woman going out the same way, there was only one way to enter and exit, and there was a barbed wire on the back door, and there was a barbed wire on the periphery. Such a delicate concubine, could she turn over?

Jia San was anxious and sweating. He stood in front of the workshop gate and put one hand on his hips and swung his arms tightly. He fanned the air: There are only two possibilities, such as dazzling or being terrified.

It was probably a dazzling sight, probably a dazzling sight. Her own woman scolded her right, and there was nothing good about Huang Tang after drinking it. Jia San was dejected and sat down leaning against the door.

With a creak, the door opened.

The rusty door shaft was rustling and sounding, the door was heavy and slowly spreading to both sides, and the dizzy yellow light came towards the outside of the door, which just put Jia San in this bright red shadow.

Jia San didn't dare to move, his Adam's apple stood there, and he didn't dare to blink. He was not three years old. He knew that something was wrong, but something was very wrong.

——There were several iron chains wrapped around the door and locked. How could he let him open it with a slight leaning on it?

——These two doors weigh at least a hundred pounds. Just listening to Gelen Gelen’s voice, you will know that it is too much trouble. How could it open it backwards by yourself?

If someone opened the door behind, why can’t he even hear the sound of panting?

——If there is a lamp in the room, it can be seen through the cracks. Why didn’t he see any clues just outside the door?

...

Jia San froze for a long time, but still turned around tremblingly. It was a disaster. Besides, he felt a three-point lucky in his heart: he was just a rickshaw, and such a big formation could not be for him.

The huge factory is filled with blurred red, and there seems to be someone in the hazy sight...

Jia San swallowed and walked a few steps in...

Finally, I saw clearly that a woman was tied up with her ankles hanging upside down. Her hair was scattered very long, but she still couldn't touch the ground. There was dark red blood constantly spreading on the ground. Just between the hanging tips and the ground, he saw a pair of satin high heels.

The toe of the shoe is pointed and thin, and a pink bead is inlaid on the surface. The feet are white and the calf is round. Then it is the skirt with a cheongsam that is obliquely brushed. The embroidered vines are embroidered, which are curved and lingered, meaning that the melon is full of endless.

That was another woman standing behind the hanging female corpse.

Jia San was stupid. He lived for more than 30 years and had countless "tutors" in his life. He taught him to cheat and cater to others, but no one had ever mentioned how to deal with such an occasion.

If a big bell was standing next to the side, the three long and short pointers would not be able to close, and what they thought and what they wanted would be fixed with the mixed world, just waiting for something to break the deadlock...

What broke the deadlock was two strange sounds. Two thick and sharp cones of arms of unknown material penetrated from the left and right ribs of the upside-down female corpse. The body swayed in the air for a few times. Dark red blood flowed down from the wound with a dark black sieve, soaked in the robe, slid across the neck, and penetrated into the wet and knotted long hair. At first, ticked, and then it flowed into the big stall on the ground like a stream.

Jia Sanhai screamed and turned around and ran away. The night was shining outside the door, and a bright moon was hanging high. Seeing that there were three or two steps to escape from here, there was a sudden loud bang and the two doors closed instantly.

The rapid closing of the gate brought out a huge gust of cold wind, which made the flesh on Jia San's face move.

The surroundings became quiet like this. I don’t know how long it took, but in the silence of death, the sound of high heels finally sounded.

pedal, pedal, pedal.

On August 13, 1937, the Battle of Songhu broke out, and the abandoned Huamei Textile Factory was razed to the ground during the Japanese air raid bombing.

In late April 1949, the Kuomintang army's Yangtze River defense line was broken. From April to May, the People's Liberation Army gradually launched a general attack on various districts in Shanghai. On the ruins of the Huamei Textile Factory, an attack and defense were built at one point.

Time flies, and the former site of Huamei Textile Factory has been built with schools, stadiums, and shops. By 2013, it was already a street park surrounded by many residential communities. In December, the PM2.5 index was overwhelming. Although experts repeatedly said that in this kind of weather, it should be less open to windows. Old men and women who love to exercise early still wear professional anti-smog filter masks, enthusiastically slapping white cranes in the open space of the park, and then taking a move to split the mane with wild horses.

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Chapter completed!