"Help!" A woman's shrill scream came from the depths of the alley.

It was evening at this moment, and the street lights had already lit up, and life in Fujiadian Yanzhi Lane had just begun.

The area of ​​Fujiadian is a famous black street in Harbin, and it is a place that no one cares about. Perhaps for this reason, it has prospered pathologically, with cheap brothels, taverns, casinos, and opium opium houses everywhere.

The day and night here show two completely different faces. In the morning, there are few shops that open, but only open one after another in the afternoon. The whole street shows a lazy look. Only those who work hard to make a living work hard and keep selling in the cold wind. Sometimes there are several prostitutes standing on the street, standing timidly on the roadside, with no trace of blood on their cold faces.

But at night, it became extremely lively. All brothels and restaurants opened to welcome guests, shouting and shouting, and the lights were everywhere, making a total of a picture of drunkenness and dreams.

Accompanying this pathological prosperity is the constant fight. Here, fighting is commonplace, and there are excuses for fighting. For a woman, to show her prestige, sometimes even for a few dollars, for others to look at her more, or even for a word, you may stab someone to death.

People here have long been accustomed to this. When encountering fights, everyone does not hide far away, but gathers around to watch the fun. When they see the rise, there are people who follow them. There are even more troublesome people who are condescending in the restaurant and watch it in a real way. A few people make a bet to see who can beat whom below. The loser is punished to drink several glasses, which can be regarded as a way to help the drink.

A few years ago, the Japanese pioneer group occupied a large area of ​​rural land. The people who lost their land were forced to leave their hometowns, and many people wandered around the city. Naturally, the Fujiadian area became the home of many wandering farmers.

They beg on the streets, some sell their wives and daughters to brothels, and then they run out of their miserable life in opium halls and casinos. If it is winter, every morning, you can always see a few frozen corpses on the roadside. People walk by the corpses without changing their faces, as if there is nothing more than a dog lying on the ground.

In this area, it is not uncommon to publicly robbery in broad daylight. Drunk people are often stripped of their clothes. Gangster duels also like to pick here. There are dozens of people on both sides, and hundreds of people holding sticks and short knives, shouting loudly, killing him in a daze, and having fun.

Faced with this situation, isn’t anyone taking care of it?

The Japanese turned a blind eye to this place, and they were powerless and didn't want to. The kingly paradise outlined by the Great Japanese Empire only targeted the prosperous areas of China, not including places like Fujiadian.

The police have long dared to come here. At most, they just go through the motions. These people just want to live with their family meals, but they don’t want to throw their lives here in a daze. Every now and then, there will be fewer individuals in the dark, and there are many unknown bodies here. If you want to be a hero, you might be the one who disappears the next day. It is easier to die here than to die a dog, no matter whether you are a lowly homeless man or a policeman in a uniform.

As the saying goes: Birds of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups. This area of ​​Fujiadian attracts all kinds of people from all walks of life in Harbin with such a unique temperament. It is a good place for killing and robbing people and robbing goods here, and it is also a good place for various black market transactions. Rampages, hooligans, wounded soldiers, fugitives, green gangsters, Japanese ronin, pheasant and yelled yells, are really a collection of ugliness, everything is available.

In short, the air here is filled with lowliness, vulgarity, and rough decadence, while the losers are the common labels of everyone here.

There are alleys in this area, and almost every alley looks so vulgar. Yanzhi Lane is one of the representative alleys. All the characteristics of Fujiadian are reflected in this alley that is only 100 meters long.

The scream just now came from an alley here, but the reaction caused by this scream was similar to a cough. A prostitute standing on the street turned her head to this side. Two drunkards sitting on the side stopped drinking. Several idle people stopped talking. A passerby stopped, pricked up his ears and listened, and walked away immediately.

After a while, these people saw a tall man running out of the alley. The man dressed as a coachman, tied a torn cotton jacket with a rope, and wore a torn cotton hat on his head, covering most of his head. He ran over the people quickly.

The prostitute who was good at observing words and expressions noticed that one of the coachman's arm seemed to be a little inflexible. Afterwards, she told the police that the man's arm seemed to be injured, but she did not see blood, there was no on the ground, nor on the man's clothes. She just felt that the arm was not as large as the other side, probably because she was in a flesh-and-skin business and had a more detailed observation of human body movement than ordinary people.

"It's the right arm." The prostitute said affirmatively to the police afterwards.

When the coachman ran away, this incident attracted people's attention. No one came out of the alley, and there was no movement. Several people walked in quickly.

The prostitute was the beginning.

The alley was not long, there were no street lights inside, it was dark. With the street lights on the street, the prostitute first saw a rickshaw. She walked over and found that it was an empty car and there was no one in the car. At this time, she heard moans next to her, and then she found that there was a person lying not far away.

That was a woman.

The prostitute hurried over and bent down. He saw the woman covering her stomach, sucking the air conditioner in her mouth, and something shining on the ground next to her.

That was a dagger.

The prostitute was excited. Unexpectedly, a weak woman did not allow a strong man with a dagger to succeed, and even scared him away. Perhaps among women, the prostitute was the most direct person to be oppressed by men. Therefore, when he saw a female compatriot who was so arrogant to the woman, the prostitute immediately became anxious and righteous.

She immediately squatted down and quickly pushed away the woman's hand, and found that the clothes on her hands and belly were covered with blood. As a resident of Rouge Lane, she had long been used to this kind of scene and knew how to deal with it simply.

The prostitute said to the woman lying on the ground: "Don't move, either the fatal place or the blood is bleeding a little."

She immediately instructed the few people who came with her to pull the rickshaw over and asked them to take the injured woman to Dr. Wang nearby.
Chapter completed!