Chapter 19 Section Thirteen
The prosperity and sparseness of Nansuzhou Road are side by side. The old western stores and the noisy casinos and nightclubs are all small. Because they are small, they appear more crowded and crowded.Dressed in greasy cheongsams, with only a silk veil in hand but always new, most of them can’t hold five guests in a day, so they spend a lot of time chatting with the bathhouse clerks, but they are quickly driven away .Rickshaws often line up and park on both sides of the street, and they always run less than wait, but they are obviously not in a hurry, they just polish their handles and put white towels on their black necks. Work, but rest.But Xia Bing knew that they all had a pair of sharp eyes under their lowered felt hats, and they used them to gain insights into the world.Nearly half of these people have ties to the Hong Gang, and while they are doing labor, they are doing things that cannot be discussed.
After the Su Mei watch shop went out of business, because it was a murderous shop, it took a long time to sell it, and the seal on the door faded.However, most of the passers-by didn't know the danger, and they still came and went without changing their expressions, so the two rickshaw drivers also dozed off in the car.Xia Bing hailed one at random, and only said to go to the Yiyuan dog park. The driver hurriedly wiped the seat of the car with a towel a few times, asked him to sit, then lifted the handlebar, bowed his head and moved forward.
"Master, do you often pull carts on this road?"
"Yes, you want to go somewhere else? Shanghai is not a very interesting place." Hearing his foreign accent, the coachman hurriedly began to do business.
"Okay, anyway, I don't know where to go for a good shopping, you lead the way." Xia Bing secretly pinched the wallet in his pocket, knowing that it would be impossible without some blood.
The two chatted together on the road, and after a while, they detoured to the bloody case at the Su Mei watch shop.The coachman seems to be excited, and his feet are walking like flying: "That day my wife gave birth to the second child, and I didn't come out to do business. I heard from Bing Rong that on the night of the murder case, Yi Gang took a lady in a suit back home and planned to rest. Yes. He was pulling the car and running forward, but two people rushed out from the watch shop, got into his car and wanted to run away. At first, he also thought it was a bit strange, how could there be people from the closed shop in the middle of the night Coming out of the store? It's scary!"
"Does Nanon know where these two weirdos went in his car?"
"I don't know, Bingrong didn't say anything about it."
Xia Bing finally saw a glimmer of light, so he gave the driver ten yuan and said, "I beg the master to take me to meet that Bingrong."
According to the driver named Zhu Bingrong, two tall and burly foreigners were sitting in his car. They spoke awkward Shanghai dialect and asked him to take him to a foreign restaurant. They disappeared without even paying for the car.After Zhu Bingrong pulled the car under the street lamp, he found a puddle of blood on the seat. His heart tightened immediately, and he was glad that he didn't chase the man for money, otherwise his life might be lost.Sure enough, when he started work on Suzhou Road the next day, he heard that there had been a murder case, and he broke out in a cold sweat from fright.
"Do you still remember what kind of foreign restaurant it is?" Xia Bing pushed his glasses, and he couldn't help wondering whether the "over there" that Xiaosi said "listen to that side" were these drivers, and he didn't know until a long time later. There is also a private secret intelligence network in Shanghai that can reach heaven and earth.
"I remember, it's called Red Pomegranate."
The red pomegranate restaurant is completely different from Du Chunxiao's absurd bookstore.The former is so clean that there are no fingerprints on the glass windows, the bone china coffee cups emit a dim light, the jukebox by the bar is playing jazz music, a man with a gentle expression is frying a steak, and the pan emits "" Chi Chi” sound, the moonstone cuff buttons on the white shirt are understated and elegant; Du Chunxiao often leaned against the door with a toothbrush in his mouth, complaining to the owner of the sesame seed cake stand about the size of the sesame seed cake. but…… This restaurant reminded him of Du Chunxiao's bookstore, which surprised even himself.For some reason, the two shops have a certain spiritual similarity. For example, if you turn your head after entering the gate of a restaurant, you can see a thick piece of wood nailed above the door frame, and a row of broken circles are placed on the wood. Candles, a lifelike fake parrot is parked on the far right, and a dozen hard hams are hanging above the bar, with pink marinated meat exposed at the end.These unique places brought Xia Bing’s memories to the Absurd Bookstore. There is also a fake parrot on the most inconspicuous place on the top of the door frame. It is said that it is a treasure brought from England. It hasn't been cleaned for many years, and it's dirty into black and gray. Du Chunxiao also often buys a piece of Jinhua ham that has been marinated to a sallow yellow color. And the man behind the bar is not necessarily very handsome, with a light beard that has been carefully trimmed, golden eyelashes deepening the contours of his eyes, slightly curly hair hanging gently on his forehead.Ten steps away from the beach, she saw a foreigner. Du Chunxiao could chat with him in fluent English, and bargained loudly with a German peddler who sold illicit cigarettes, but she always deliberately ignored such an attractive man.This made him a little uneasy, because she has always been a frank and cunning person, and many evils are hidden in Bai Liang's soul. If Du Chunxiao avoided a man, she would either be terrified of him, or love him.Xia Bing admits that she has never been loved by her, but both of them feel comfortable getting along with each other, and they can maintain this state until the chicken skin and white hair.But a certain layer of veil inside her has never been pierced, so he can't see through her, as long as she doesn't confess, he probably won't be able to see through her for the rest of his life. But Xia Bing felt for no reason that the foreigner in front of him might be able to see through her.He didn't glance at the door, but he could tell whether it was a customer or a postman who came in.This made Xia Bing feel the pressure, but dared not point it out. "Mr. Stephen?" Xia Bing stammered in broken English. The other party raised his head, scooped up the steak, put it on the dark brown pottery plate next to him, and nodded with a smile: "What can I do for you?" He speaks authentic Shanghainese. Just as Xia Bing was about to speak, Stephen suddenly said, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm not free." His eyes were already over his shoulders, looking towards the door.Xia Bing turned his head, and saw a man in a suit and a bowler hat, who seemed to be in his early sixties, came in. His chubby face was decorated with golden beard and eyebrows to make him warm and interesting, and only a pair of blue eyes were bright and bright. Smart, teach people awe. "Hi, Inspector Poirot!" "Hi, Hamlet!" The English of "Inspector Poirot" is quite French. "It's too early for afternoon tea now." Stephen shrugged and poured the steak with a fragrant sauce. Stephen waved to the old man, his smile became sweeter, and his description of the visitor's appearance was indeed extremely vivid and appropriate.Xia Bing suddenly thought of the Belgian detective described by Agatha Christina, he was short and fat, gentleman, but aggressive. "Yeah, so I'm just looking at you, going out to chat with me, it shouldn't be a problem, right?" The old man stroked the beard on his lips, his tone was very kind, but his eyes were not kind at all. Stephen put sliced tomatoes on the steak plate for decoration, wiped off the sauce on the edge, took off his bib just now, turned to Xia Bing with a smile: "I told you earlier, I'm afraid I won't be free today." Xia Bing involuntarily moved out of the way, and when Stephen came out from the bar, he had already taken the coat in his hand, and said while putting it on: "I invited you for this steak, use it slowly." The steak was medium-rare, with a little pink gravy oozing out when it was cut. Xia Bing tasted it, and then understood why Du Chunxiao disliked the T-bone steak from other restaurants.When he poked the tomato with the fork, he saw a piece of food that looked like an ice pear slice. After pricking it with the fork, he found that it was a stacked piece of paper, so he picked it up and opened it. On the paper was a line of Chinese square characters slightly smeared by hot steam, which read: "Tell Joanna that I have been taken away by the French criminal policeman Hérière." Who is Joanna? Xia Bing fell into confusion for a moment, and didn't get the answer until he forwarded the note to Du Chunxiao.In fact, her bright eyes when she saw Stephen's handwriting said everything. He suddenly felt a little sour from inside, but he couldn't say anything. "Who is that Joanna?" "it's me." He hung his head silently, because he had waited for the answer that worried him the most. "It's really strange. Stephen opened a restaurant in the British Concession, and Gao Wen's murder also happened in the British Concession. How could the French criminal police be involved in the case?" He tried his best to calm down and shifted his attention to other places. She crumpled the brown note into a ball and rubbed it repeatedly with her fingertips, her eyes only looked at an empty scene not far away, and said quietly: "Because that half of the Russian newspaper——" "newspaper?" Just as Du Chunxiao expected, the police in the British Concession had already known about the connection between Stephen and Gao Wen's murder. They also guessed from the clues in the Russian newspaper at the scene that the suspect must be Russian.In this way, it may be biased to let the British come forward to handle the case, especially since Stephen was identified as one of the suspects on the second day after the incident and had already been interrogated in the patrol room.Of course, nothing was achieved, because Russia was involved in the middle.So the chief inspector of the British Concession came up with a coup, and simply asked French detectives to intervene, and his hands and feet became flexible all of a sudden. "How did you know that Stephen has been questioned?" "Before you came back, Xiao Si came." Du Chunxiao inhaled the smoke into his lungs and pressed it, and exhaled a thick mist, "He really knows everything." Xia Bing sat down on the threshold and was stunned.Du Chunxiao walked up behind him and scratched his back with his feet wearing embroidered slippers. He didn't look back, but still looked at the dead leaves in the front yard. He knew that if he didn't clean up, she definitely wouldn't either. Willing to move. "What should I do next?" He still couldn't help asking. "Don't be in a hurry to go down, just leave everything to Xiaosi." She suddenly smiled, "It's the business of hunting ghosts with you and me."
The red pomegranate restaurant is completely different from Du Chunxiao's absurd bookstore.The former is so clean that there are no fingerprints on the glass windows, the bone china coffee cups emit a dim light, the jukebox by the bar is playing jazz music, a man with a gentle expression is frying a steak, and the pan emits "" Chi Chi” sound, the moonstone cuff buttons on the white shirt are understated and elegant; Du Chunxiao often leaned against the door with a toothbrush in his mouth, complaining to the owner of the sesame seed cake stand about the size of the sesame seed cake. but…… This restaurant reminded him of Du Chunxiao's bookstore, which surprised even himself.For some reason, the two shops have a certain spiritual similarity. For example, if you turn your head after entering the gate of a restaurant, you can see a thick piece of wood nailed above the door frame, and a row of broken circles are placed on the wood. Candles, a lifelike fake parrot is parked on the far right, and a dozen hard hams are hanging above the bar, with pink marinated meat exposed at the end.These unique places brought Xia Bing’s memories to the Absurd Bookstore. There is also a fake parrot on the most inconspicuous place on the top of the door frame. It is said that it is a treasure brought from England. It hasn't been cleaned for many years, and it's dirty into black and gray. Du Chunxiao also often buys a piece of Jinhua ham that has been marinated to a sallow yellow color. And the man behind the bar is not necessarily very handsome, with a light beard that has been carefully trimmed, golden eyelashes deepening the contours of his eyes, slightly curly hair hanging gently on his forehead.Ten steps away from the beach, she saw a foreigner. Du Chunxiao could chat with him in fluent English, and bargained loudly with a German peddler who sold illicit cigarettes, but she always deliberately ignored such an attractive man.This made him a little uneasy, because she has always been a frank and cunning person, and many evils are hidden in Bai Liang's soul. If Du Chunxiao avoided a man, she would either be terrified of him, or love him.Xia Bing admits that she has never been loved by her, but both of them feel comfortable getting along with each other, and they can maintain this state until the chicken skin and white hair.But a certain layer of veil inside her has never been pierced, so he can't see through her, as long as she doesn't confess, he probably won't be able to see through her for the rest of his life. But Xia Bing felt for no reason that the foreigner in front of him might be able to see through her.He didn't glance at the door, but he could tell whether it was a customer or a postman who came in.This made Xia Bing feel the pressure, but dared not point it out. "Mr. Stephen?" Xia Bing stammered in broken English. The other party raised his head, scooped up the steak, put it on the dark brown pottery plate next to him, and nodded with a smile: "What can I do for you?" He speaks authentic Shanghainese. Just as Xia Bing was about to speak, Stephen suddenly said, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm not free." His eyes were already over his shoulders, looking towards the door.Xia Bing turned his head, and saw a man in a suit and a bowler hat, who seemed to be in his early sixties, came in. His chubby face was decorated with golden beard and eyebrows to make him warm and interesting, and only a pair of blue eyes were bright and bright. Smart, teach people awe. "Hi, Inspector Poirot!" "Hi, Hamlet!" The English of "Inspector Poirot" is quite French. "It's too early for afternoon tea now." Stephen shrugged and poured the steak with a fragrant sauce. Stephen waved to the old man, his smile became sweeter, and his description of the visitor's appearance was indeed extremely vivid and appropriate.Xia Bing suddenly thought of the Belgian detective described by Agatha Christina, he was short and fat, gentleman, but aggressive. "Yeah, so I'm just looking at you, going out to chat with me, it shouldn't be a problem, right?" The old man stroked the beard on his lips, his tone was very kind, but his eyes were not kind at all. Stephen put sliced tomatoes on the steak plate for decoration, wiped off the sauce on the edge, took off his bib just now, turned to Xia Bing with a smile: "I told you earlier, I'm afraid I won't be free today." Xia Bing involuntarily moved out of the way, and when Stephen came out from the bar, he had already taken the coat in his hand, and said while putting it on: "I invited you for this steak, use it slowly." The steak was medium-rare, with a little pink gravy oozing out when it was cut. Xia Bing tasted it, and then understood why Du Chunxiao disliked the T-bone steak from other restaurants.When he poked the tomato with the fork, he saw a piece of food that looked like an ice pear slice. After pricking it with the fork, he found that it was a stacked piece of paper, so he picked it up and opened it. On the paper was a line of Chinese square characters slightly smeared by hot steam, which read: "Tell Joanna that I have been taken away by the French criminal policeman Hérière." Who is Joanna? Xia Bing fell into confusion for a moment, and didn't get the answer until he forwarded the note to Du Chunxiao.In fact, her bright eyes when she saw Stephen's handwriting said everything. He suddenly felt a little sour from inside, but he couldn't say anything. "Who is that Joanna?" "it's me." He hung his head silently, because he had waited for the answer that worried him the most. "It's really strange. Stephen opened a restaurant in the British Concession, and Gao Wen's murder also happened in the British Concession. How could the French criminal police be involved in the case?" He tried his best to calm down and shifted his attention to other places. She crumpled the brown note into a ball and rubbed it repeatedly with her fingertips, her eyes only looked at an empty scene not far away, and said quietly: "Because that half of the Russian newspaper——" "newspaper?" Just as Du Chunxiao expected, the police in the British Concession had already known about the connection between Stephen and Gao Wen's murder. They also guessed from the clues in the Russian newspaper at the scene that the suspect must be Russian.In this way, it may be biased to let the British come forward to handle the case, especially since Stephen was identified as one of the suspects on the second day after the incident and had already been interrogated in the patrol room.Of course, nothing was achieved, because Russia was involved in the middle.So the chief inspector of the British Concession came up with a coup, and simply asked French detectives to intervene, and his hands and feet became flexible all of a sudden. "How did you know that Stephen has been questioned?" "Before you came back, Xiao Si came." Du Chunxiao inhaled the smoke into his lungs and pressed it, and exhaled a thick mist, "He really knows everything." Xia Bing sat down on the threshold and was stunned.Du Chunxiao walked up behind him and scratched his back with his feet wearing embroidered slippers. He didn't look back, but still looked at the dead leaves in the front yard. He knew that if he didn't clean up, she definitely wouldn't either. Willing to move. "What should I do next?" He still couldn't help asking. "Don't be in a hurry to go down, just leave everything to Xiaosi." She suddenly smiled, "It's the business of hunting ghosts with you and me."