It was a dreary night in autumn, there were no stars in the sky, no moon, and there was a smell of rain in the air. God seemed to be thinking about whether there should be a rain to wash away the dullness and filth in Shanghai. ? At this time, dozens of days have passed since the end of the war. The electric lights in Shanghai, blessed with atomic bombs, got their heads out early from under the dirty black cloth covers and climbed high on the V-shaped shelves. The flame of pride is shining so brightly that people can't open their eyes. Under the brilliance, many great and pleasing shots are unfolding:

A number of famous actors painted with victory paint are appearing on the stage, a number of puppets whose noses have been painted with white powder are trembling, a number of papers with beautiful words and sentences are pasted all over the walls, a number of bloody properties are crossed diagonally, and a number of big officials They are competing to perform a set of well-known domestic magic tricks called Wugui Movelianfa after hiding under the banner of victory.They blow and drink, and change their voices into gold and pearls; blow their breath and drink their voices, and change them into cars and western-style buildings; Everything gained... warehouses are shrinking, prices are fluctuating, jeeps are speeding, champagne is bubbling, firecrackers for celebrations are gradually going out of fashion, and people on the crossroads are admiring the beautiful colorful arches with blind eyes.

The various colorful archways seem to have gradually faded away; however, the lights on the colored archways still go straight to Xiaohan, and the dark night sky makes the dense lights smeared with an ambiguous red like a dream. This—this is Light of victory! However, apart from the downtown area, many places are still in darkness.Huashan Park in the West District is the darkest corner in front of you. In the daytime, that park is lovely, but at this time, a beautiful painting has been splashed with black ink, and the trees, stones, flowers and plants are all immersed in darkness, and even the outlines cannot be distinguished.

The hands of the clock, nearly eleven o'clock.No part of the garden is inhabited anymore. In one corner of the park, there is a winding earth hill, part of which is close to the northern wall, about half as high as the wall.At this time, near the earth mountain, suddenly a red firefly flickered among the leaves, piercing a small hole in the vast black curtain. A guy like a phantom, wearing a set of dark clothes, his body almost completely melted into the dark green atmosphere.The man was sitting on the edge of a bush under the hillside, quietly smoking a cigarette.A dark fedora cap fell over his knees.

That man was Lu Ping! At such a time, Lu Ping stayed alone in this place. Of course, his purpose was never to appreciate the darkness.From time to time he raised his eyes, through the darkness, to look beyond the wall. Beyond the wall was a residential area, part of what had previously been marked out from the park, not more than thirty yards in width, like a narrow corridor on the map.Outside, there is the deserted park road. What Lu Ping paid attention to was a small three-story western-style building built of mixed blue and red bricks, a square one, very old in style, with dark walls.But the green bare paint was replaced by dense vines, showing that the age of this house is not too young.On the right side of the house, there is a gap where a small number of flowers and trees are planted, forming a small flower garden.On the second and third floors at the rear, there are narrow and long balconies outside the windows. Standing here during the day, you can occupy the air, sunlight, and large expanses of green in the park.Although the structure of the house is not beautiful, the location is indeed ideal.

The happy owner who lives in this mansion is named Chen Miaogen. The name seems very vulgar, not like a great big shot, but this person is indeed a bit mysterious, so it is worth introducing solemnly.He doesn't have a job, but he has a pretty busy business.He has no prestige, but has quite a wide range of contacts. He has no permanent property, but has quite luxurious enjoyment.During the fall of Shanghai, the public felt that life was difficult, but he was doing quite well. When the early days of victory came, everyone thought that life would be good, but he was dejected, thinking that life was going to be bad; until recently, everyone He was lamenting that the days were getting harder and harder, but he, on the contrary, blinked his eyes, and his life seemed to be more prosperous.From many aspects, this Mr. Chen seems to be a person who is suitable for living in any harsh climate; in other words, he is quite a juggler.

All his life, Lu Ping worshiped heroes; especially he had sincere admiration for those who were good at using all kinds of magic to obtain the flesh and blood of others for their own nourishment.And this Mr. Chen is one of the objects of his admiration. He has long wanted to hold a social interview with this magician. Unfortunately, the timing is not so coincidental. This evening, he was waiting for a more appropriate time to enter the house.However, he was not going to hand over a business card to Mr. Chen directly. According to intelligence, a batch of things, including a small number of notes, dollar bills, and stocks, was temporarily stored in a safe in a corner on the second floor.It is said that this Mr. Chen also used some kind of magic trick to break open a walnut and transform it.It has not been long since the things have been brought into the house, and they will probably be taken out again in a short time.This batch of assets, equivalent to the market price, is worth about 10 million yuan.

Numbers are tiny.In this day and age, the circles on banknotes are still equal to beautiful soap bubbles.A mere 10 to 20 million is certainly not worth appreciating in the eyes of those big officials who waved the banner and encouraged them.But Lu Ping, he has always been a contented person, he understands the philosophy of the East; he knows very well that in this day and age, it is not advisable to make too much money; tricks should be changed from a small place, so as not to cause trouble.Therefore, he was happy to take on the difficult task and take over this small fortune hidden in the dark under a less nerve-wracking situation.

And, in all cases, it is convenient for the receiving work. A few days ago, the population in the house was quite dense, the main one was Mr. Chen's wife No. X, and some people dragged under the corners of the cheongsam, the situation was very lively.But recently, there seemed to be a small disturbance in the house, and the situation changed.The little lady, who no longer lived in the house, took her entourage with her.Therefore, after a certain time at night, a part of the second floor of this house may become a no-man's land.If anyone is willing to use some skills to walk in, he can do whatever he wants.

All in all, the water is mixed and very suitable for fishing. But we have to wait for a while. Now, in the entire dark house, there is only one window on the second floor that reveals light, which is the outermost window on the left side of the house.Perhaps, the owner, Chen Miaogen, still stayed in this small mansion and did not leave.According to the information—Lu Ping has many accurate information about any transaction—that Mr. Chen, his recent actions are a bit secretive. He doesn’t come back to this house very often. The time of stay will not be too long, moreover, he only uses the key in his hand when he comes in and out, and he will never disturb the people in the house.Lu Ping thought that these circumstances cooperated well with his appetite, and he was very grateful.

From time to time he looked up at the lighted window. The night sky was as red as blood, and it was raining, which was not a great idea. He put his hat on to keep out the rain, and lit another cigarette. Outside the wall, some of the houses have gradually fallen into a state of deep sleep. In the still water-like silence, one or two rickshaws on the park road can be heard. loneliness. Suddenly, a series of explosions started on the street, and the entire silence was shattered by the sound.It was a few American sailors sitting on two tricycles throwing a large bunch of cannons along the road. bang bang bang!bang bang bang!bang bang!boom! The sound of splashing explosions was accompanied by a burst of American clamor, approaching from far away, and approaching from near to far. Bang bang bang bang!Another series. The following strings were thrown closer, and there was a particularly dull explosion, as if several damaged cannons merged together, and it sounded like this, blasting into the wall.Overhead, the leaves rustled, and the sleeping trees were awakened. The idea of ​​rain has gradually increased. Lu Ping stretched himself, threw away the cigarette butt, and looked at the luminous watch on his wrist. The long needle was pointing to eleven thirty-five. After the noise, the surroundings returned to silence, which lasted for about five or six minutes. He heard a car driving away in front of the small western-style building.From the sound of the motor starting, it can be discerned that it is a new type of car.good.He knew that Mr. Chen had his own car.He realized that the mysterious car class was leaving his mansion, looked up, and sure enough, the only light in the window went out, and the whole house was wrapped in black mist.