The Red Sea has already passed, and the ship is sailing on the Indian Ocean. Fang Zida leans on the railing on the deck and looks to the east, gently dusting off the ash from his cigar with his fingers, with a faint smile on his lips. It is a French mail ship, but

It's not the Viscount Bailaron, and it's not the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China, but the second year of the Republic of China.

Two weeks later, in the evening at Shanghai Shiliupu Pier, Fang Zida finally set foot on Chinese soil.

Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar city, Fang Zida had no intention of staying longer. Anyway, he would have plenty of time in the future. He wanted to go to his hometown first. He hailed a rickshaw, got on it and went directly to the train station. After buying the ticket, he entered

He found a corner in the reception room and put his luggage away. He took out a book and sat down to read it. I don’t know how long it took, but there was a burst of noise. Fang Zida looked up and saw a few people wearing woolen coats laughing and talking.

He walked into the reception room. It seemed that they were all passengers with some status. He didn't pay much attention to this. After scanning his eyes, he continued to look down at the book in his hand.

Soon it was time to drive. At this time, there were a lot of people heading to the platform ticket gate. Fang Zida, who was carrying his luggage, slowly walked forward with the flow of people. As he walked, he didn’t know who suddenly pushed him from behind.

The suitcase inside accidentally bumped into the person in front of me.

"You little brat! You want to die!" A man in black cloth suddenly turned around and glared at him fiercely. He was about to say sorry to him, but unexpectedly the short and stocky man turned his head back and continued.

Push forward with all your strength.

"Damn it! What kind of person is this!" Fang Zida, who was about to apologize, suddenly became angry and looked at the man subconsciously. After looking at it, he felt that this man seemed a bit strange. He caught a train without luggage and still held his hand in such a crowded place.

He kept it in his pocket and awkwardly pushed forward, staring straight ahead. Just when he was wondering if the other party was looking for someone, who knew that the person suddenly took out a gun from his pocket, and fiercely

There was a sinister smile on his expression, and the muzzle of the gun was slowly raised.

"Oh my God! There's a gun!" Fang Zida couldn't help shouting in shock. As soon as he said the words, he regretted that he had done something stupid and wished he could slap himself in the face. But his reaction was not slow, and his life was

At this critical moment, he gritted his teeth ruthlessly, threw out the suitcase in his hand and threw it forward. Soon enough, with a bang, the gun fired.

A brief moment of silence was followed by piercing screams and panic. Panic-stricken passengers were everywhere around the platform. At the same time, several people rushed over and pounced on the killer who had been knocked to the ground.

Fang Zida, who was still frightened, felt that his whole body was about to collapse. He slowly sat on the ground with cold sweat all over his head, breathing heavily.

"what happened?"

"What happened?"

"Where was the shooting? Was anyone shot?"

In the blink of an eye, another large group of people rushed over, shouting and asking questions anxiously, while bursts of mournful shouts came from the ticket gate of the carriage...

There was a shooting, and it was definitely impossible to ride this train. The police officers who arrived quickly took over the scene, and Fang Zida, the person involved, was also invited over as a matter of course. But it was okay, because there was evidence from bystanders at the scene plus

He showed the boat ticket stub to the patrolman, but the British patrolman did not embarrass him. He just asked some details about the scene as usual and politely sent him out of the patrol room.

Just a few hours after returning to China, Fang Zida was accidentally involved in a murder case. Before he could sort out the clues, a serious-looking middle-aged man ran to the temporary cave early the next morning.

I found him in the hotel and warned him in a low voice not to talk nonsense about what happened last night, and to stay in the hotel and not go out for the time being.

"I'm sorry, can I ask a question?" Fang Zida, who sent the person out, couldn't help but asked curiously: "How is the person who was shot last night?"

The visitor shook his head sadly, turned around and left in a hurry without saying anything.

Half an hour later, Fang Zida, who came to the restaurant downstairs, learned from the newspaper about last night's case. The person who was shot and died on the platform was the director of KMT, General Huang Xing and Huang Keqiang, who is currently supervising the Han-Guangdong-Sichuan Railway. And who was present yesterday

Among the people there were Wu Zhonghua, Tuo Lusheng, Chen Jinxuan, Liao Zhongkai, Yu Youren and others. What shocked Fang Zida even more was that among these people there was also the leader of the kmt party who was invited by Yuan Shikai to go north to form a government by train and was currently acting as agent.

Song Jiaoren, who is in charge of the affairs.

Only then did Fang Zida understand what happened last night. He never thought that he would be involved in history as soon as he returned to China. His head was buzzing and turned into a mess.

As soon as the ground fell, Huang Xing, who was expected to survive for a few more years in history, became Song Jiaoren's scapegoat inexplicably?

He forgot to light the match he struck, and it was only when his fingertips burned that Fang Zida hurriedly threw it away. He was so flustered that he didn't even bother to eat. He grabbed the newspaper and ran back to the room. He waited until all the curtains in the room were closed.

, once again confirmed that he had locked the door, sat on the sofa and smoked one cigarette after another, and then gradually calmed down.

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, considering the current countermeasures. I thought over and over again. I definitely couldn't run. The situation was still unclear. I just ran out like this. I didn't know how to die in this unfamiliar place.

What's more, there is also the solemn explanation from the person who came just now. If Fang Zida's estimate is correct, the person who came is either from the patrol room or from KMT. It is estimated that the latter is more likely. But it's okay to stay here and wait.

It's not a big deal. If the killer's accomplices get the news and come to take revenge, his life will be in danger. Fang Zida anxiously walked around the room, smoking and filling the room with smoke. For the whole day, Fang Zida was frightened.

Like an ant on a hot pot, just when he was worried, the middle-aged man came again the next day. After entering the house, he asked him to pick up his luggage immediately, and took him quietly out of the back door and got into a car.

Soon we arrived at a small western-style building located on Leishangda Road in the French Concession.

"You must be Mr. Fang, I am Song Jiaoren, Song Dunchu. Mr. Fang has been frightened these past two days."

A thin-looking young man in a suit with a mustache walked over quickly and extended his hand to Fang Zida, who had just entered the door.

Fang Zida, who was uneasy along the way, breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the danger had finally been passed. He was even more impressed with Song Jiaoren's attitude that he could think of himself in the midst of his busy schedule. He quickly clasped his hands and said, "Hello, Mr. Dunchu,

I am Fang Zida, Fang Zhangming."

"Sit down, please sit down, Mr. Fang." Song Jiaoren pointed to the sofa, and after sitting down, he sincerely thanked him: "Thank you very much, Mr. Fang, for your generous intervention. Otherwise, Mr. Fang, I am afraid that not only Mr. Keqiang was killed the night before.

It's a pity...it's a pity Mr. Keqiang..." At this point, Song Jiaoren couldn't help but moisten the corners of his eyes, and took out a white handkerchief and wiped it gently.

"Please call me Zhang Ming, Mr. Dunchu, please express your condolences." Fang Zida replied carefully, comforting him according to the other person's words, and asked with great concern: "Who is the murderer? Why did you want to assassinate Mr. Keqiang? It was a vendetta.

Or... is there someone instigating this?"

"The killer who was caught on the spot was a rogue soldier named Samurai Ying, but he didn't say anything." Song Jiaoren didn't hide anything from Fang Zida, but he paused and said, "But according to reports from insiders, Samurai Ying is

Under the instruction of Ying Kuicheng."

"Ying Kuicheng?"

"Ying Kuicheng is Ying Guixin."

Song Jiaoren inquired that Fang Zida had just returned from abroad. He was afraid that he would not know his origin and explained it to him. Fang Zida nodded repeatedly to express his understanding.

"So the murderer behind the scenes should be Ying Kuicheng?" Fang Zida didn't expect that the police in this era were quite efficient in handling cases. It only took a day to track down the man behind the scenes, and he immediately asked tentatively.

Shaking his head, Song Jiaoren frowned slightly: "How can it be so simple? What kind of person is Huang Keqiang? How dare Ying Guixin kill him? What's more..." Although Song Jiaoren did not continue speaking, it was not difficult for Fang Zida to guess that it should be

There are other secrets. Maybe Song Jiaoren has noticed from clues that the person the killer really wants to kill is himself, and Huang Xing just died for him.

"What did Ying Kuicheng himself say?"

"How do you say that?" Song Jiaoren smiled bitterly: "Ying Kuicheng is already dead."

"What! Dead?" Fang Zida was shocked. Although he didn't know the details of the Song Dynasty assassination case, he still knew a little bit. How long had it passed before Ying Kuicheng died? This is impossible! Could it be that he was afraid of killing the wrong person?

To take revenge and commit suicide in fear of crime? He looked at Song Jiaoren with doubtful eyes and heard the other party explain bitterly: "Not only is Ying Guixin dead, but even the killer is dead. Just last night, a strong killer

He died mysteriously in prison, and another person who was still alive and kicking the day before died at home."

Fang Zida did not say the words "kill and silence" because he had already guessed the answer from Song Jiaoren's expression. The truth about Song Jiaoren's assassination in history has always been shrouded in mystery. Who was the mastermind and what was said?

Both, according to later generations, one of the most likely is President Yuan Da in Beijing, and the other is the current Prime Minister Zhao Bingjun. Because the status of these two people has conflicts of political interest with Song Jiaoren, and Ying Kui was arrested

Some "evidence" was also found during the Cheng family visit. Of course, there are other theories, but perhaps only God knows who actually did it. What's more, due to the appearance of Fang Zida, the one who was killed was Huang Xing, which made it even more confusing.

The case is complicated and confusing.

Neither of them spoke, especially Fang Zida who was secretly worried about his own safety and remained silent. Song Jiaoren seemed to see his doubts and suggested kindly: "Brother Zhang Ming has been abroad all year round. As soon as he returned to China, he encountered such a person.

It's a big deal. I'm really sorry for delaying Brother Zhang Ming's schedule. It's very chaotic outside now after Mr. Keqiang's case. For the sake of safety, please ask Brother Zhang Ming to stay here temporarily. Although this place is smaller, it is relatively quiet.

After Mr. Keqiang’s funeral arrangements are finished, how about Jiaoren personally seeing him off?”

"Thank you, Mr. Dunchu. You are too kind, sir. I have been troublesome for the past few days." Fang Zida was overjoyed and was not polite, and quickly agreed.
Chapter completed!