Siheyuan (traditional courtyard house): Don't touch my parents!

Having learned from his previous experience of disassembling clothing in the space, he tried to disassemble the Japanese army's cotton-padded clothes.

The fabric was found to be thick and durable, with fine and neat stitches, and it could indeed be disassembled and reused.

So he carefully disassembled all the cotton-padded clothes left behind by the Japanese soldiers.

A large pile of snow-white, fluffy cotton was shaken out, along with a considerable amount of sturdy and durable high-quality fabric.

The quality of the fabric and cotton is top-notch.

If the color weren't so eye-catching, he really wouldn't have wanted to take it apart and waste it.

It would be perfect to keep it to make bedding in the future.

As for the traitors' blood-stained clothes, he only removed and discarded the blood-stained parts.

The thick military overcoats remained untouched and unchanged.

I feel it's such a waste to just tear it down like that.

Some readers might ask, since you have fabric and cotton, why not make your own clothes that fit?

Disassembling the fabric by force is easy, but sewing the scraps into a well-fitting garment is another matter.

That would require the superb skills of a good tailor, which he lacked.

After all that busy checking, it was almost dawn outside.

He Yuzhu lay quietly on the kang (a heated brick bed), his mind filled with doubt.

Thinking about how many naked corpses were dumped in front of the police station last night.

Why hasn't a single word or movement been heard yet?

Little did he know that the reason there had been no movement at all was because

It's because he stayed at home the whole time and didn't go out to investigate.

However, when He Daqing went out in the morning, he didn't go in that direction at all.

The first person to discover this earth-shattering event was Old Man Yang, who was responsible for cleaning the streets.

This morning, as he passed by the police station, a strangely bulging snowdrift behind the guard post immediately caught his attention.

He clearly remembered that he had cleaned the place spotless just yesterday.

Even the thick snow on the ground was hauled away by cartload.

He mustered his courage and slowly and cautiously moved closer.

I picked up the bamboo broom and gently ruffled the snow a few times.

This was quite a shock; Old Man Yang screamed "Oh my god!"

He fell heavily onto the cold snow.

"Someone's dead! Someone's died!"

He screamed in panic and frantically tried to move backward using both his hands and feet.

The soles of the shoes scraped hard against the snow, making a screeching, ear-piercing sound.

Inside the guard post, patrolman Xiao Wang was slowly adding charcoal blocks into a copper hand warmer.

Suddenly, they heard Old Man Yang's terrified howl, trembling with sobs.

My hand jerked violently, and a spark from the stove instantly burned the back of my hand.

The pain was so intense that he almost threw the bronze hand warmer away.

"Old Yang, what are you wailing about so early in the morning! Can't a person have some peace and quiet?!"

Despite his angry outbursts, he grabbed his coat, draped it over his shoulders, and rushed out of the guard post.

Because I was running too fast, my foot slipped.

He landed hard in the snowdrift, his mouth full of icy snowflakes.

"Dead, dead people! So many...so many corpses!"

Old Yang pointed shakily to the back of the guard post, his words becoming increasingly incoherent.

Xiao Wang scrambled to his feet in a panic and stumbled to the back of the guard post.

Upon closer inspection, he let out a scream, his legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the snow.

He then frantically pulled a whistle from his pocket and blew it frantically, "beep beep."

The sudden, piercing whistle startled everyone on night duty at the police station.

A large group of people swarmed around, forming a dense, large circle.

"What happened? What exactly happened?"

"Xiao Wang, what are you whistling for?!"

"Damn it, Xiao Wang, it's freezing cold, are you out of your mind? What kind of delirium are you having?!"

Everyone started complaining and grumbling.

But the moment they squeezed behind the guard post and saw the situation clearly...

The entire courtyard was deathly silent; even the sound of breathing seemed to have completely disappeared.

The duty sheriff was deathly pale, and he stammered as he spoke:

"Something terrible has happened! Quick, get the bureau chief!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the police cordon was quickly erected.

One call after another was made.

No one answered the phone at the police chief's home.

All the big and small leaders in the bureau, whether they were section chiefs, division chiefs, or team leaders.

Before seven o'clock, they were all forcibly dragged from their warm beds to the station.

The atmosphere inside the police station was so somber it was almost suffocating.

The air seemed to have completely frozen.

"Has the bureau chief still not been found?"

"No, no, we can't even get in touch with the deputy director!"

"Damn it, take a few men and go to the Eight Great Hutongs to see if that old lecher is having a good time there!"

"Yes, Deputy Director!"

His subordinates quickly accepted the order and hurried away.

At this time, Zhou Tielin, the head of the puppet police station.

Xiao Cuixiang, a female opera singer from the South City Opera House, was sleeping soundly on the warm kang (heated brick bed).

They were indulging in romantic fantasies.

Suddenly, a frantic banging on the door yanked him out of his dream.

"Damn it, who's got the guts to bang on my door before dawn? Believe me or not, I'll shoot you dead!"

He mumbled a string of curses in a daze.

"Chief! No, something terrible has happened!"

The sounds coming from outside the door were filled with panic.

"You're the one who's bad!"

Zhou Tielin got off the kang (a heated brick bed) in a huff and quickly walked to the door.

Without saying a word, he swung his arm and gave the young policeman who brought the news a resounding slap across the face.

The young policeman staggered from the blow, covering his face, ignoring the pain.

He spoke rapidly and hurriedly:

"Chief, something terrible has happened! Five Japanese soldiers, along with several detectives, have been stripped naked and dumped right in front of our police station!"

He knew in his heart that if he spoke too slowly, he might get beaten up again.

"Dead or alive?"

Zhou Tielin's heart tightened, but he forced himself to remain calm and asked in a deep voice.

"They're all dead! They look like the ones who went missing the day before yesterday!"

Zhou Tielin felt a sudden heat in his crotch and almost urinated on the spot.

They didn't bother to dress properly and just threw on a few clothes haphazardly.

Following behind the young policeman, I stumbled and rushed out the gate.

He rushed to the police station.

The entrance was already completely surrounded by a group of menacing Japanese military police, making it impossible to pass through.

The gruesome corpses had already been dragged into the lobby of the police station.

As soon as Zhou Tielin stepped across the threshold, he was met with two resounding slaps from a Japanese officer.

His cheeks immediately swelled up high.

"Mr. Zhou, the body of an Imperial soldier was found outside the police station. Don't you owe me a reasonable explanation for this?"

The Japanese officer questioned him sharply in broken Chinese.

Before he could finish speaking, a cold military knife was already thrust horizontally at him.

The sharp tip of the knife was pressed firmly against Zhou Tielin's throat.