Liu Yanzhi's understanding of the world was still in 1997. Everything made him curious. The factories, rural areas and wastelands in his memory have become brand new residential communities, with tall buildings, roads and traffic congestion. People hold big screens without exception. Even his mother owns one, which can take photos, record videos, watch movies, surf the Internet, and play games. It makes him love it.

The mother and son returned to the fire ruins of Xiaoying Village and tried to dig out some useful things from the broken walls. Everything in the house was burned, including clothes, shoes, and soft documents, and even the household registration book was burned. The mother collected some useful things and was putting them into the bag. A few firefighters wearing armed police uniforms came from a distance. A captain shouted: "Oh, come out, don't you see the cordon!"

"Let's go now." The mother rushed to speed up, but Liu Yanzhi couldn't help but choke: "Why should I chase us!"

Another female police officer wearing a lieutenant's ejaculation came over the cordons pulled up around the fire ruins, his eyes staying on Liu Yanzhi. He also had obvious symptoms of a burn patient, black and red, and several flies buzzing over his head.

The female police officer's eyes softened: "Why are you not hospitalized in such a serious way?"

"No money." Liu Yanzhi said a word and pulled his mother out. The female police officer looked at him, as if he was becoming more and more suspicious. When they walked more than ten meters away, they finally woke up and shouted: "Stop."

Liu Yanzhi stopped and the female police officer came over and asked him: "Did you get burned last night?"

"What's wrong?" Liu Yanzhi asked back, his mother was timid and worried, so she quietly pulled his sleeve.

"Your burn is very serious and needs treatment." The female police officer took out her wallet and took out a stack of banknotes and handed it over. Liu Yanzhi hesitated for a moment, but still took it: "Thank you."

Someone shouted in the distance: "Xiao Zhen." The female police officer responded, turned around and ran back. Under the uniform of the olive green armed police, she was agile and slim figure.

The fire brigade sent personnel to investigate the fire scene, but after on-site survey, the specific reason could not be found. In the end, it could only accumulate too much flammable items, and accidentally caused the fire to end the report.

Three kilometers away, the 500 kilovolt high-voltage transmission line across the Huai River was under maintenance. The line suddenly broke down last night, and the ten-meter-long cable disappeared inexplicably. The thick cable port had traces of burning. Even experts from the Beijing Academy of Electric Power Sciences could not give a reasonable explanation.

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This was the first time Liu Yanzhi had seen the "new version" of RMB. In his era, there were four great men of Mao, Zhou, Liu and Zhu on the 100-yuan bill. Now there were only Chairman Mao on the red bill. The female police officer gave him a full ten 100-yuan bills. He counted them three times and was moved and surprised.

The mother and son chatted while walking, and Liu Yanzhi said that the money would be enough for us to spend two months. My mother said that it is not as good as you were when you were a child. The price has increased many times. My mother’s monthly salary is 1,200 yuan, and the minimum living allowance provided by the street community has reached less than 2,000 yuan. Both of us are very eager to eat.

Liu Yanzhi saw that the shoes on his mother's feet had worn out and exposed his toes, and felt sad. He handed over the money, but his mother pushed it back: "Take it for you, take it, buy whatever you like."

Back at the shed, he settled down and his mother continued to work. Liu Yanzhi was bored and took the money to go shopping. In his memory, the big market selling communication equipment had become a five-star hotel. Fortunately, the electronic products street was still there, and after being fooled by the promotional staff, Liu Yanzhi spent 600 yuan to buy a domestic large-screen mobile phone. Only now he realized that this thing was called a mobile phone, and Big Brother was called a long time ago.

Liu Yanzhi squatted on the side of the road to play with his mobile phone. The new secret SIM card costs 500 yuan, which is equivalent to 100 yuan to buy a mobile phone. The price is too cost-effective. You should know that in 1997, Motorola, Nokia and the like would sell for 3,000 to 4,000 yuan.

A coin fell into the open mobile phone packaging box in front of Liu Yanzhi. Looking up, it was a little girl of five or six years old. She timidly pulled her grandmother's hand when she threw down the money. It turned out that she was treating herself as a beggar. No wonder she was like this. His burns had not healed, and his face and arms were shocking. This feeling made him feel very uncomfortable. She put away the box and prepared to go home.

There was a pedestrian street in front of it, with crowds of people rushing and bustling. Liu Yanzhi saw a sinful hand reaching into someone else's bag, and a thin thief was taking advantage of the old lady buying ice cream for her granddaughter to pick her belongings.

Liu Yanzhi stepped forward and grabbed the thief's hand. The thief turned his head to look at him, and he was not afraid at all. He shouted, and several more thieves gathered from all directions and surrounded him. Passers-by couldn't dodge and dodged them one after another.

After a few curses that he couldn't understand, a young thief pulled out his dagger and stabbed it into Liu Yanzhi's stomach without warning, and then ran around. Liu Yanzhi squatted on the ground with his stomach covering his stomach. The crowd gathered up and whispered around him. An enthusiastic young man called the police.

Liu Yanzhi felt no pain. He could clearly feel the position of the Xinjiang Yingjisha knife in his abdomen. He took a deep breath, held the hilt of the knife with his right hand, slowly pulled it out, and the onlookers exclaimed, and he involuntarily took a few steps back, and the circle surrounding him became bigger and suddenly enlightened.

The knife was completely pulled out, with blood stains on it. Liu Yanzhi held the knife and searched around. The crowd flashed a passage with his eyes. Not far away, one of the thieves was staring at the movement here. As the wall opened, Liu Yanzhi and the thief looked at each other. The thief hesitated for a moment, frightened flashed in his eyes, and turned his head and ran away.

Liu Yanzhi chased after him with a knife. The thief flew like the wind and ran into the back alley of the building in a flash. He turned around and looked at the pursuers coldly. Several shadows came out of the darkness and surrounded Liu Yanzhi again.

Under the shadow of the building, a fight began. Liu Yanzhi was weak and was beaten by them in the corner. The high-nosed aliens hit him with fists, kicked him with their feet, spitted with spit, cursed him with their incomprehensible words. The leader raised the brick high and was about to hit Liu Yanzhi's head, and suddenly his chest cold. He looked down and Yingjisha was stuck in his stomach. The man who was beaten to the bruised face by them was sneering and looking at himself, drawing his knife, stabbing him again, stabbing him again, and stabbed him again, and his movements were mechanically repeated, with puffing sounds endlessly.

When Liu Yanzhi was in technical secondary school, he was a famous thorn in the school. He had clashed with gangsters from other schools many times, and once achieved a record of fighting more than ten people by one person. Even though he had been lingering in his bed for twenty years, he was still the fierce blood boy back then.

He knew the principle of fighting in groups. If one fights against more people, he had to catch the other party and kill him. The one he caught was the small leader of the thief gang. He was hit in his chest in just over ten seconds, and his blood sprayed Liu Yan's hands, and the handle of the knife was slippery and he couldn't catch it.

The leader fell down, Liu Yan looked at the others, held the knife in his mouth, and slowly wiped the slippery blood on his hands.

The thieves retreated, then turned around and ran away.

The sound of a sirens sounded from afar. Liu Yanzhi didn't dare to stay for a long time and hurriedly fled the scene.

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In the shed, Liu Yanzhi lay on the straw mat and looked at the wound on his stomach. It was a two-centimeter-wide knife edge. His muscles and skin were already tightly attached, just like the slight wound that copied paper cut his fingers. He could not see it without careful observation. The remaining blood on the clothes solidified and a nearly metallic luster was emitted under the light.

He knew that he might have killed someone, but he was indifferent. He was defending himself and was a thief. He was afraid of being a fucked. Besides, the police may not be able to find him. However, he has not been able to go out to the streets recently. This honor of the burn patient is so eye-catching.

At the same time, the criminal police from the Pedestrian Street Police Station are watching the surveillance video. A fight broke out in the back alley of Telecommunications Building this afternoon, causing serious injuries. The injured person was hit twenty-five times and was lying in the intensive care unit of the hospital and has not yet been out of danger. The perpetrator is unknown and has not been arrested.

"The suspect was stabbed in the street first, and then chased him and fought with them in the alley. He could still leave by himself afterwards. I have been a policeman for 20 years and have never seen such a tough man." The old detective held a teacup and stared at the unclear scene in the video and exclaimed.

The police usually don't want to deal with such cases because they involve ethnic policies. These thieves are fearless and pretend not to understand Chinese when they are caught and often harm themselves. Even if they are deported from their hometown, they will come back within two months, and they are even worse. However, because of their special identities, this matter must be reported to the municipal bureau.

Half an hour later, a police car drove to the police station on the pedestrian street. A gentle young police officer got out of the car. His uniform was straight and he had two bars on his shoulders. The old detective was puzzled. This was a case at the criminal investigation site, so why did the bureau send someone to him?

The person who came was Wu Dongqing, deputy director of the Municipal Bureau Office, one of the most promising reserve cadres in the bureau, a top student at the Public Security University, who once served as the secretary of former director Shen Hongyi, and has a very good relationship with the current director Xu Gongtie. It is rumored that he will be transferred to the Criminal Investigation Detachment to serve as an important position in the next step.

Wu Dongqing exchanged a few greetings with the director, learned about the case, took away the relevant videos, and never expressed any opinions from beginning to end.

The next day, the leader of the stabbed thief gang miraculously escaped from danger of his life. They were unwilling to report the case, so the police temporarily put the case on hold.

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A guest came to the base of the Yunshan District Fire Brigade and asked the instructor Lieutenant Zhen Yue about the fire in Xiaoying Village the day before yesterday.

Zhen Yue is the first female firefighting officer in Jiangdong Province. Unlike the fire prevention staff who sit in the office, Zhen Yue is a firefighting officer and soldier who is on the front line. She leads the way and gets along with the soldiers. She is known as a woman in the police industry.

The guest was Wu Dongqing, deputy director of the Municipal Bureau Office. He carefully inquired about the scale of Zhen Yue's fire that day, the losses, and the casualties.

Zhen Yue did not hide anything and told him the entire situation on the scene that day.

"I just came from the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University. Look at this patient. Is it the one you rescued?" Wu Dongqing took out a photo and put it in front of Zhen Yue.

"It's him." Zhen Yue replied without hesitation, "I saw him at the fire scene the next day. He was seriously injured. He shouldn't have gotten out of bed. What's going on?"

"Thank you, my conversation with you today is kept confidential, do you understand?" Wu Dongqing did not explain to her and put away the photo and said goodbye.

In the evening, Wu Dongqing sat in front of the computer and played back the video taken by the Skynet camera on the pedestrian street. Yingjisha in the thief's hand was deeply inserted into the belly of the burned patient. It didn't reach the hilt. After a while, as the knife was pulled out, no blood was poured out.

Wu Dongqing pressed the delete button to delete the video. With his permission, he could permanently destroy the surveillance video of the Skynet system. After doing this, he lit a cigarette and looked up to meditate.

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Chapter completed!