"Mr. Song, walk about two miles further and we will reach Fangjia Village!"

A middle-aged man wearing a black gray coarse cloth jacket and a dark face bent, pointed his hand in front of him, and said with a diligent smile at the young man in his twenties beside him.

Song Mingjing looked hilarious.

Until now, he still feels absurdity like a dream. Why did he travel through time? He also traveled to a period of warlords in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, where warlords were in power and wars were in chaos.

He only remembered that he was watching the video website that night, and soon he fell asleep in a daze. He opened his eyes again and changed the world.

I don’t know if it was the powerful method, but inexplicably he was assigned to the Guangzhou Daily reporter in this world. After the instructions of his superiors, he was sent to Fangjia Village for an interview.

It is said that the police station caught a malicious horse thief who was murderous and escorted all the way to Guangzhou for trial. Because he was going to pass through Fangjia Village for a temporary rest, his superiors sent him to Fangjia Village to wait so that he could get first-hand news materials.

The leader opens his mouth and his subordinates run away, which is the case in ancient and modern times.

Song Mingjing is just a small employee in this world, mediocre and mediocre. When he was in such a chaotic world where life was as low as grass, he didn't know how to do something big and ascend to a high position. He had no choice but to follow the trend and act according to orders.

Fortunately, the current situation of journalism is glamorous and gaining fame and fortune is enough to allow him to live a life of food and clothing without worries. It is still a small comfort.

Given that he was so ignorant of the specific location of the Fangjia Village, Song Mingjing directly found a guide and rushed around for several days, and finally arrived at his destination.

After crossing a sloped dirt road, standing at a high place and looking down, Song Mingjing took a look at an antique town not far away. Even if they were separated by some distance, they could faintly hear the noisy sound, which showed the lively and prosperous atmosphere.

Song Mingjing had long learned from the black-faced guide that this village is called a village, but its size and prosperity of the town are even better than some large county towns in the same era, so it has gained the reputation of "Little Guangzhou".

"Let's go!"

Song Mingjing didn't hesitate and left after raising his foot.

After a few days of hard trekking, he was worried about whether he would meet a robber, bandit, and a first-rate man. He was already exhausted and wanted to enter the market town early, take a hot bath, and have a good sleep.

After speeding up, Song Mingjing clearly saw the stone arch at the entrance of the village in front of him. The stone plaque was slightly mottled and old due to wind and rain, and was engraved with the three big words "Fangjia Village".

At this time, a large group of people were waiting at the stone gate, looking up from time to time, holding festive red banners, and a team of gongs and drums with red turbans beside the road, as if they were welcoming some distinguished guests.

Standing at the front of the crowd were three detectives and a middle-aged woman with thin body but bright eyes and smart eyes.

When Song Mingjing saw them, they naturally saw that Song Mingjing and the black-faced guide clearly. The four of them looked at each other and started talking whispering to each other.

"Hey! It seems that the person who came is wrong. He is not the four famous arresters in Guangdong!"

"You said that the one who was wearing a suit walking in front was a reporter from Guangzhou Daily?"

"She is gentle and pure, she looks quite like that..."

With just a few words, Song Mingjing had already walked closer. One of the four was short and fat, with a slightly bald middle-aged policeman who smiled and greeted him, bowing: "Welcome, welcome to our Fangjia Village, what is this gentleman called?"

"I came from Guangzhou, and the superiors should have passed the letter to you!" Song Mingjing took out the press certificate and handed it to the other party for inspection.

The reporter's certificate is a white copper badge with a blue sky and a white sun. The front is a hand-printed "Reporter from Guangzhou Daily Museum of the Republic of China" and his name is on the back.

The short and fat policeman looked at it slightly and gave it back to him. His face was even more smiling, and his eyes narrowed into a line: "Hello, reporter Song! I am You Dasheng, the director of Fangjia Village Police Branch. Thank you for your hard work on the way."

Knowing that there were local snakes in front of him, Song Mingjing also responded with a smile: "Director You are so polite. Don't call me reporter Song, just call me by my name or Xiao Song."

You Dasheng laughed, beat the snake and followed the stick, and said cheerfully: "Okay, I'll call you Brother Song."

Seeing that the reporter sent by Guangzhou Daily was an open-minded person, he was relieved. The two forces in this era are the most terrifying, one is military power and the other is the right to speak.

The reporter represents public opinion to a certain extent. Although You Dasheng is not afraid of the other party, he does not want to offend the other party for nothing because he has not received a good hospitality. Otherwise, the other party will return to Guangzhou and write in black and white on the newspaper and slander it randomly, and he will be in a mess.

You Dasheng introduced the people around him again and pointed to the capable middle-aged woman: "This is the iron lady of Fangjia Village, Thirteenth Lady!"

As for the other two detectives, they were instructors from Fangjia Village Police School, with beards and smiling like the one in the temple. Everyone called him "Laughing Buddha". As for the real name, few people knew it.

The latter one is younger, only twenty-seven or eight years old, looks handsome and has a strong heroic appearance.

His name is Zhao Wuliang.

Song Mingjing smiled and greeted several people one by one: "Good luck! Hum? No!"

The smile on his face suddenly froze, as if he had suddenly woken up from his drowsy sleep, and everything in front of him became extremely vivid.

A sense of déjà vu that is both strange and familiar arises naturally.

Fangjia Village, You Dasheng, Fang Shisanniang...?

These names flashed through my mind one by one. It seemed that he had seen these characters in a certain TV series. The TV series was-

Detective Fang Miao!

Just as he recalled these, Song Mingjing's head stinged violently, as if he was stabbed by a needle. Then, a floating transparent box jumped out from his sight, and a row of black and twisted small characters, the size of ant, surged out from the box.

Name: Song Mingjing

World: Detective Fang Miu

Strength: 0.8

Agility: 0.9

Physical constitution: 0.8

Spirit: 1.0

Plot points:???

However, the three question marks on the plot points were not maintained for a second, and then they changed drastically. They first jumped to 1, and then the number continued to change, and finally stopped at the number 8.

At the same time, there is also an "+" symbol behind the four attributes of strength, agility, physique and spirit. After all, Song Mingjing, who has read many online novels, immediately had a guess: "Is this my time travel benefit? Can you become stronger by adding attribute points to yourself?"
Chapter completed!