"There is something wrong with you. Why are you chasing me? Your boss is not dead!"
"Fight into the street, don't run away if you have the guts!"
"You'd be a fool to leave your mother alone if you don't run away!"
In the narrow and deep toilet alley, a series of angry curses tore through the night, causing stray dogs to bark.
Behind him, a group of forty-nine boys in black coats and white shirts holding axes were chasing after him. Jiang Jiahao was cutting and running away, wanting to curse his mother.
He was typing at home, and suddenly a bolt of lightning struck him to 1966, and it was Xiangjiang.
When other people travel through time, they are well-dressed and well-fed. No matter how poor they are, they are extremely wealthy and surrounded by beauties.
He was doing well, and as he closed and opened his eyes, dozens of Forty-nine Boys chased him and chopped them with axes.
As we get closer, the entrance to Toilet Alley is right in front of us.
Jiang Jiahao kept swinging the iron blade in his hand, cutting down one horse boy after another, kicking the head of one horse boy, and rushed out of the toilet alley.
The next moment, a group of forty-nine boys stopped at the entrance of the alley, staring at Jiang Jiahao with resentment on their faces, not daring to take a step out of the thunder pool.
The leading Ma Zai stared at Jiang Jiahao and threatened: "Fight into the street, you will be lucky this time."
"let's go!"
Seeing the crowd of forty-nine boys disappearing into the darkness of Toilet Alley, Jiang Jiahao lay weakly on the side of the road, panting greedily.
It hurts, it hurts to the core, there is no part of my body that does not hurt.
The memories in his mind were completely integrated, and Jiang Jiahao could only smile bitterly.
His original name was Jiang Hao. After retiring from the special forces, he became a coder. When he was coding at home during a thunderstorm, he was chopped into charcoal by a bolt of lightning.
When I woke up again, I actually traveled to Hong Kong in 1966? ! Become the unlucky guy Jiang Jiahao!
In this year and month, the new world, Jiuhesheng, Supernova, and Qunyi are the four major families that dominate Xiangjiang. They can stop children from crying at night and make people change their expressions.
The police manage the society, and the society manages crime. This is the peak era of the flour king Lai Hao and the 500 million detective Lu Hua!
The original owner, Jiang Jiahao, is from Chaozhou and was born in 1944 near the coast of Shenzhen.
In 1964, he smuggled himself to Xiangjiang, where he was discovered by the marine police and thrown into a refugee camp.
He suffered inhuman abuse in the refugee camp, and finally escaped from the refugee camp and lived in the Kowloon Walled City.
Kowloon Walled City is known as the pig cage and is the most chaotic and poorest place in Hong Kong.
When Jiang Jiahao first arrived at the pig cage, he almost starved to death on the street and even fought with wild dogs and cats to eat swill.
When he was at his most depressed, he met the detective Jiang Zhitao.
He was assigned by Jiang Zhitao to be an undercover agent in Zihuatan. He followed Xiao Ma Ge and was responsible for collecting evidence of gang involvement in Zihuatan.
This time in Toilet Alley, the original owner was assigned by Brother Ma to kill the top brass of the Ax Gang.
Unexpectedly, Fatty was extremely difficult to deal with. The carefully designed assassination failed, but he was almost killed by Fatty.
He could only escape in blood, but during his escape, he was replaced by Jiang Hao who had traveled through time.
"Chao, your body is so weak. You can't show your strength at all. You were bullied by a bunch of idiots. You're frustrated."
After regaining some strength, Jiang Jiahao stood up leaning on the ground, looked around, and fell into confusion for a moment.
Why is the Hong Kong in front of him a little different from the Hong Kong he saw in a certain documentary?
The video is full of high-rise buildings and busy traffic, but what is in front of you?
The dilapidated long street is only about three meters wide. The ground is uneven, mixed with pools of sewage, and there is a rusty railroad track in the middle.
A green-shell tram on the railway track didn't even have a window. It moved as fast as a turtle crawling, not as fast as the rickshaw next to it.
Let’s count a three-meter-wide street as a street.
On the left and right sides are scattered rows of buildings, the highest of which is no more than four or five stories. They are painted with gray-white exterior paint. They look quite new, but in fact most of them are peeling off.
The decoration style is somewhat similar to the British style, and with the long street in front of you, it is indeed a bit nondescript.
There are shops on the first floor of the row of buildings. From the shops to the residences, outside the windows of the residences there are either stacks of plaques or hanging external clothes hangers.
There are colorful skirts and white jeans drying on the hangers, and occasionally there are one or two eye patches. The colors are very eye-catching.
The names on the plaque are all varied, all in traditional Chinese characters, and look particularly low.
Renhe Hotel, Guo Qitian, Changji Medicine Store, Li Dian Hair Ting, Taihe Buddha Utensils, Dingxiang Tea Store...
Well, there are more than a dozen traditional Chinese characters on the plaques that are square and square, like fog, rain and wind. He, a coder, doesn't recognize them at all.
Suddenly, a burst of aroma wafted past the tip of his nose, making Jiang Jiahao swallow his saliva instinctively.
Looking sideways, he saw a vendor pushing a cart selling fish balls on the street.
"It smells so good."
Jiang Jiahao rummaged through the jeans that were almost broken into strips. Not to mention, how many coins and a gold ring did he find?
"Isn't this ring, the nest, the engagement ring between me and my ex-wife? Why did it travel through time?"
Jiang Jiahao put the gold ring on his hand, with a touch of sadness in the corners of his eyes, and walked towards the vendor.
"Boss, fish balls are only a dime each."
When the vendor saw Jiang Jiahao approaching, he showed a fearful smile, nodded and bowed, his two big buck teeth covered in plaque were particularly dazzling.
Jiang Jiahao counted the coins in his hand and saw one dollar and three. He threw them all to the vendor, exchanged them for two skewers of curry fish balls and chewed them.
It's so fragrant. These are real fish balls. Compared with these, the synthetic fish balls of later generations are simply garbage!
"The police are coming, run!"
Jiang Jiahao was addicted to the delicious curry fish balls and couldn't help himself. He saw the vendors around him running around pushing the fish ball cart as if they were seeing his great-grandmother.
He was not the only one, all the vendors setting up stalls on the street fled in panic.
At this time, a square police car stopped on the side of the road, and several police officers in hats got out, shouting and collecting fees.
A soldier with a gun saw Jiang Jiahao, frowned and walked over, scolding with disgust on his face: "Big circle boy, there is a street paper!"
"Well."
Jiang Jiahao blinked, and the detective note in front of him was none other than his obscure boss, Jiang Zhitao.
Instinctively, Jiang Jiahao handed him a bunch of fish balls in his hand, glanced around and whispered.
"Boss, stop joking. Don't you know if I have street papers?"
"See you at the same place tomorrow night at eight o'clock."
"Big Circle Boy, the street paper is your proof of residence in Xiangjiang. You must keep it properly, do you hear me?"
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Jiang Zhitao whispered or shouted angrily, lifted up his belt, turned around and left.
Jiang Jiahao scratched the back of his head, checked the injuries on his body, glanced at the toilet alley behind him, and returned to the old building.
The old row buildings are the characteristics of the pig cage. Each row building is in the shape of a concave shape, and one row is connected to the other.
There are very few spaces for people to pass through, and the residents are quite dense.
It is said that the entire pig cage only has four wires and eight water pipes, which were stolen from other districts by major societies.
If you want to use electricity and water from the community, the water and electricity bills will be three to four times more expensive than "Hi Luo Yin". Power and water outages are common.
Half an hour later, the row of residential buildings was in sight in the distance.
A group of men, women and children were waiting in line to receive water at the faucet in front of the building, carrying buckets. The line could not be seen to the side.
Half of the boys took off their clothes, ignored the neighbors who were fetching water, and washed themselves with the faucet, shivering from the ice.
Not far from the faucet, several young girls lifted up their skirts and squatted on the roadside to relieve themselves.
With just a casual glance, Jiang Jiahao could see a large expanse of white snow, which was very eye-catching.
Being close to the pavilion, the first impression you get is not that it's dirty, but that it smells, especially smelly.
The roads were full of potholes, feces and urine were everywhere, mixed with all kinds of sewage, flies were flying around, and rats were scurrying around.
Jiang Jiahao covered his nose and stood on tiptoes, passing by several girls.
He sidled aside to avoid the workers carrying sacks, avoided the old woman carrying the bucket, and made way for the vendor pushing the wheel, and finally got close to the stairs.
Before I even climbed the stairs, I felt a murderous aura above my head.
When he looked up, he saw the charterer wearing flip-flops, glaring at him, holding a cigarette in her mouth, pinching her waist, and glaring at him angrily.
"I'm so desperate, when will I pay my rent?"
