Years of the Republic of China 1913

The Red Sea had passed long ago, and the ship was sailing on the Indian Ocean. Fang Zida leaned against the railing on the deck and looked towards the east, lightly brushing the ashes from his cigar with his fingers, with a faint smile on his lips.A French cruise ship, but not the Viscount Bella Rilong, and it is not the 26th year of the Republic of China, but the second year of the Republic of China.

Two weeks later in the evening, Fang Zida finally set foot on the land of China at Shiliupu Wharf in Shanghai.

Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar city, Fang Zida didn't intend to stay longer, anyway, he would have plenty of time in the future, and he wanted to go to his hometown first, so he hired a rickshaw at random, got in and went straight to the train station.After buying the ticket, I went into the reception room and found a corner to store my luggage. I took out a book and sat down to read it.I don't know how long it took before there was a loud noise. Fang Zida looked up and saw a few people in woolen coats laughing and talking all the way into the reception room. They seemed to be passengers of some status, and he didn't care about that. Why do you care? After sweeping 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 leading to the ticket gate of the platform. Fang Zida, who was carrying luggage, followed the crowd and walked forward slowly. The suitcase in the car accidentally bumped into the person in front.

"Little bastard! I want to die!" A man in black cloth suddenly turned his head and stared at him viciously.I just wanted to say sorry to the other party, but I didn't expect that the short and strong man turned his head back and continued to push forward.

"Damn it! What kind of person is this!" Fang Zida, who was about to apologize, suddenly became angry, and subconsciously looked at that person. After looking at him, he felt that this person seemed a little strange. He didn't bring any luggage to catch the train, and he still held his hands in such a crowded place. Covering it in his pocket, he forced himself to drill forward awkwardly, and his eyes couldn't stop staring at the front.Just as he was wondering if the other party was looking for someone, who knew that the man suddenly took out a gun from his pocket, with a grin on his ferocious expression, and slowly raised the muzzle of the gun.

"My mother! There's a gun!" Fang Zida couldn't help shouting out of astonishment. As soon as the words came out, he regretted that he had done a stupid thing, and wished he could slap himself.However, his reaction was not slow. With his life at stake, he gritted his teeth cruelly, threw out the suitcase in his hand and threw it forward. It was too late and then too fast, and the gun fired with a bang.

After a short period of silence, there was piercing screams and panic. Panicked passengers were everywhere around the platform. At the same time, several people rushed towards the killer who had been knocked down on the ground. Fang Zida, who had lingering fears, only felt that his whole body was going to collapse. He sat slowly on the ground covered in cold sweat, panting heavily.

"what happened?"

"What happened?"

"Where was the shot? Was anyone shot?"

In a blink of an eye, another large group of people rushed over, shouting and asking questions in anxiety, while there were bursts of mournful shouts from the ticket gate of the carriage....

There was a gun case, and the train would definitely not be able to ride anymore. The police officers who arrived quickly took over the scene, and Fang Zida, who was the person involved, was invited over as a matter of course.But fortunately, because of the witnesses at the scene and the ticket stub he showed to the police, the British inspector did not embarrass him, but asked some details of the scene as a matter of routine, and asked him to send him out politely. Patrol room.

Just a few hours after returning to China, Fang Zida got involved in a murder case by accident. Before he could figure it out, a middle-aged man with a serious expression ran to the temporary building early the next morning. The hotel found him, and warned him in a low voice not to talk nonsense about what happened last night, to stay in the hotel and not to go out for the time being.

"I'm sorry, can I ask a question?" Fang Zida couldn't help asking curiously, "What happened to 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 downstairs restaurant, learned about the case last night from the newspaper. The person who was shot and killed on the platform was the director of KMT, Huang Xing and Huang Keqiang, the current supervisor of the Hanyuechuan Railway, who was present yesterday Among them were Wu Zhonghua, Tuo Lusheng, Chen Jinxuan, Liao Zhongkai, Yu Youren and others. What surprised Fang Zida even more was that among these people was the KMT leader who was invited by Yuan Shikai to go north to form a cabinet. Chairman Song Jiaoren.

It wasn't until this time that Fang Zida realized 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 messed up. As soon as the ground fell, Huang Xing, who was originally a good person in history and could live for a few more years, somehow became Song Jiaoren's scapegoat?

He forgot to light the matches he had struck, and Fang Zida threw them away in a hurry until his fingertips were burning. He was so flustered that he didn't even have time to eat, so he grabbed the newspaper and ran back to the room.After drawing all the curtains in the room, reconfirming that I locked the door, sitting on the sofa and smoking one prescription after another, I gradually calmed down.

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, thinking about the current countermeasures, thinking about it, running is definitely not possible, now that everything is unclear, just run out like this, and die in this unfamiliar place without knowing how to die of.What's more, there is also the solemn explanation from the person who came just now.If Fang Zida's guess is correct, the person who came was either from the police station or from KMT, and the latter is more likely.But it's not a problem to stay here and wait. If the killer's accomplices get the news and come to take revenge, he will also lose his life.Worrying around the room anxiously, the smoke filled the room with smoke, the whole day, the frightened Fang Zida was like an ant on a hot pot, just when his heart was up and down, the middle-aged man The man came again. After entering the house, he asked him to pick up his luggage immediately, and led him out quietly through the back door. He got into a car and quickly arrived at a small western-style building located on Leishangda Road in the French Concession.

"You are Mr. Fang, I am Song Jiaoren, Song Dunchu, Mr. Fang has been surprised these two days."

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

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

"Sit, Mr. Fang, please sit down." Song Jiaoren pointed to the sofa, and sincerely thanked Mr. Fang after sitting down: "I am very grateful to Mr. Fang for his generosity. Otherwise, Mr. Fang might not only be killed by Mr. Keqiang the night before." Oh, it's a pity...it's a pity Mr. Keqiang..." At this point, Song Jiaoren couldn't help the corners of his eyes getting wet, and took out a white handkerchief to wipe it gently.

"Please call me Zhang Ming, Mr. Dunchu, please express your condolences." Fang Zida replied cautiously, followed the other party's words to comfort him, and asked with concern: "Who is the murderer? Why did you assassinate Mr. Keqiang? Is it a vendetta or a murder?" …Who instigated it?”

"The killer who was caught on the spot was a rogue soldier named Wu Shiying, but he didn't say anything." Song Jiaoren didn't hide anything from Fang Zida, but he paused and said, "However, according to reports from insiders, Wu Shiying was Instigated by Cheng Ying Kui."

"Ying Kuicheng?"

"Cheng Ying Kui is Ying Guixin."

Song Jiaoren had inquired that Fang Zida had just returned from abroad, fearing that he would not know the origin of this person, he specially explained to him, Fang Zida repeatedly nodded to express his understanding.

"So the murderer behind the scenes should be this Ying Kuicheng?" Fang Zida didn't expect that the police in this era are quite efficient in handling cases. It took only a day to track down the person 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 didn't go on, Fang Zida can easily guess that he should There is still something secret, maybe Song Jiaoren has already realized from the clues that the killer really wants to kill himself, and Huang Xing just died for him.

"What did Ying Kuicheng himself say?"

"How to say?" Song Jiaoren smiled bitterly: "Ying Kuicheng is dead."

"What! Dead?" Fang Zida was taken aback. Although he didn't know the details of the assassination of Song Dynasty, he still knew something about it. How long has passed before Ying Kuicheng died. This is impossible!Could it be that he killed the wrong person and committed suicide in fear of revenge?Looking at Song Jiaoren with doubts, he only heard the other party explain bitterly: "Not only is Ying Guixin dead, but the killer is also dead. Just last night, a strong killer died strangely in prison. , another person who was alive and kicking the day before died at home."

Fang Zida didn't say the words "Killing and silence", because he had already guessed the answer from Song Jiaoren's expression.The truth about the assassination of Song Jiaoren in history has always been full of fog. Whoever is the mastermind can say anything. According to later generations, one of the biggest possibilities is President Yuan Da of Beijing, and the other is the current Prime Minister Zhao Bingjun. .Because the status of these two people has conflicts with Song Jiaoren's political interests, and some "evidence" was found when Ying Kuicheng's house was searched. Of course, there are other theories, but perhaps only God can tell who did it. Knowing, not to mention that because of Fang Zida's appearance, Huang Xing was the one who was killed, which made the case even more confusing.

Neither of them spoke, especially Fang Zida was secretly worried about his safety and kept silent. Song Jiaoren seemed to see his doubts, and kindly suggested: "Brother Zhang Ming has been abroad all year round, and he encountered such a situation just after returning to China. It's a big deal, I'm really sorry for delaying brother Ming's trip. After Mr. Keqiang's case, it's very chaotic outside. For safety's sake, please stay here for a few days. Although this place is smaller, it's quieter. After Mr. Keqiang's funeral is over, how about Jiaoren personally sending him off?"

"Thank you Mr. Dunchu, sir, you are too polite, my little brother has troubled you these few days." Fang Zida was overjoyed and not polite, and quickly agreed.