Chen Zikun started his journey alone.
He first went to the barber stall next to Lincheng Railway Station to get a haircut.
It was early May, the weather was getting warmer, and the barber business was very good.
A barber in his fifties was busy shaving his head, shaving his face, and greeting customers.
His movements were very quick.
He looked like an expert at first glance.
Inside, there were seven or eight idle men squatting, chatting nonsense while waiting to have their heads shaved.
Everyone suddenly saw an officer in military uniform coming over, and they immediately fell silent.
Chen Zikun was very kind, took out his cigarettes, spread them around, and said in the Lunan accent he had just learned: "Men, let's shave our heads."
Everyone held the cigarettes under their noses and sniffed them, nodding hurriedly.
Foreign cigarettes were still a rarity in Lincheng, and they were reluctant to smoke them.
"Sir, do you want to shave your head or face?"
the barber asked politely.
This officer had a new face, and his military uniform was different from that of the local officers and soldiers.
It seemed that he had just come from the capital.
The master did not dare to neglect him.
The guest sitting on the chair also wisely wanted to get up to let him go, but was stopped by Chen Zikun: "I'm shaving my head, I'm not busy, there's always someone who comes first, I'll wait, it's okay."
Seeing that the officer was so kind, everyone relaxed.
Someone lit a match and lit a cigarette for Chen Zikun.
The atmosphere became more harmonious.
Chen Zikun squatted against the wall, his movements natural and unpretentious, and started chatting with these idlers.
It naturally led to the big robbery that just happened.
Although I didn't get any exact clues, I also gained a lot of information, such as the attitude of the local people towards the bandits and officers and soldiers, and their stance on the big robbery.
Finally it was Chen Zikun's turn to shave his head.
The barber looked at his shiny black head and did not dare to cut it.
He hesitated and said: "Sir, I really want to shave it off."
"It's cool and easy to shave."
Chen Zikun said with a smile.
As the scissors moved away, Chen Zikun's hair fell down in clumps.
Shaving his head was very simple and took just a few minutes.
The master took a sharp razor and rubbed it twice on the shiny leather strip, preparing to give him a shave.
After shaving his scalp clean, Chen Zikun said: "That's it, no need to shave."
After that, he untied the scarf, shook it twice, took out a big bag and handed it over: "Thank you."
"Oh, sir, you are so polite.
I should thank you."
The old master was at a loss by his polite behavior.
The local military commander would never be so polite.
Not only did he shave his head for nothing, he might also extort money.
"Man, let's go."
Chen Zikun said goodbye to the idle men with his hands, and the idle men also greeted him one after another.
They were all very proud of themselves.
They could talk to the high officials in the capital, and they could brag about it for half a year.
Chen Zikun shaved his head and walked around the streets.
Lincheng was no better than Beijing.
It was a very small place.
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One street, a few houses, and a train station were all the town had to offer.
However, he found it.
Looking for someone.
He was a salesman walking around the streets and alleys of Lincheng, carrying a pick on his shoulder and walking around in the streets and alleys of Lincheng, talking in jingle.
Shandong people are tall.
Although this guy is not as tall as Chen Zikun, he can be considered a big man.
Chen Zikun saw Overjoyed, it was him.
Chen Zikun took the salesman directly back to the hotel where he was staying.
This hotel was run by Zhongxing Coal Mine.
It was the best hotel in Lincheng.
When the salesman saw the military and police in the hotel, he was so frightened that he was shaking when he walked.
Chen Zikun took him back to his room, took out a few pieces of silver and threw them over: "I bought everything you picked."
The salesman's eyes lit up, he picked up the silver and blew it and put it to his ear to listen.
This was a genuine Yuan Datou, and it made a crisp and buzzing sound.
"Win, win, it's not worth so much."
The salesman was an honest man.
He only took two yuan and handed the rest back.
It's no wonder that there were so many things in his bag.
They were all needles, thread, and small round mirrors.
Gadgets such as Huoyang wax candy cubes are not worth two cents for three cents, and they all rely on ants to make a small profit from moving.
Chen Zikun refused to accept the money and said, "I also want to buy your clothes, picks, and rattles."
The salesman thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and agreed: "Yes."
"Also, please quote the prices of these things and sing the jingle just now."
Chen Zikun took out a few copper coins and handed them over.
Half an hour later, a brand-new salesman walked out of the back door of the hotel with a load and headed straight to the northeast.
This salesman was naturally pretended to be Chen Zikun.
He had shaved his head, put a plaster on his face, and his fingers were all black.
Ni, walking as fast as he could with his pole, humming the tune of "The Little Widow Visits the Grave", looked beaming and full of energy, just like a hawker traveling around the countryside.
Although there is already a storm outside and the atmosphere is so tense that people can't breathe, the countryside of Lunan is still a peaceful and peaceful pastoral scene.
Except for the soldiers with rifles that I see from time to time, I can't believe that a shock has just happened here.
The great heist of the world.
Chen Zikun moved along the route pursued by the officers and soldiers, and his tracking skills came in handy again.
Although the scene was almost destroyed, he still found some useful traces, some particularly large barefoot prints, usually in China.
Human footprints would not be so large, and the shape of the feet would be broader, so these footprints should be left by Western hostages.
Outside a forest, Chen Zikun also discovered traces of the battle.
There were a small number of bullet casings left on the ground, including shell casings from the Hanyang-made Type 79 rifles used by officers and soldiers, as well as traces left by bandits.
What is puzzling is that the bandits left behind The cartridge case is a Japanese-made 6.5 caliber Tomosaka bullet cartridge, and the quantity is relatively large.
It seems that what the people of the 6th Mixed Brigade said is true.
The firepower of the bandits is more intense than that of the officers and soldiers.
Chen Zikun used Japanese-made golden hook rifles when he was in Kanto.
The Japanese weapons have high accuracy, small bullet caliber and small recoil.
It's a good gun, but where did the bandits get so many Japanese-made rifles?
Shandong is not Guandong, so Japanese weapons cannot be obtained.
It is even more unreliable that the bandits snatched them from the Japanese army stationed in Jinan, Qingdao.
With deep doubts, Chen Zikun continued to walk forward.
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From a distance, he saw officers and soldiers blocking the road.
Soldiers in gray uniforms with rifles slung across their shoulders blocked the road.
However, this did not bother Chen Zikun.
He followed the locals.
He easily crossed the blockade from the field ridge and entered the next village.
As soon as the salesman entered the village, children gathered around him first.
Chen Zikun cleared his throat and started singing with a rattle: "Three catties of apples and two catties of pears, only two piles of skins are left after eating; Zhang Fei buys a horse, Zhang Fei rides it, but Guan Gong doesn't buy it."
"I'm in a hurry."
A salesman came to the village, and the elder sister-in-law The women were all on the move, bringing their hair and rags to exchange needles, threads, and small mirrors.
Chen Zikun was blinded by this.
He didn't know the market, but fortunately, the folk customs here were simple, and there wasn't so much haggling between buyers and sellers, so he could be fooled. past.
Surrounded by women and children, Chen Zikun was selling goods while inquiring about the situation.
He pretended to be a family man and inadvertently brought the topic to the train robbery.
To his disappointment, the villagers had no idea what was going on outside. , didn’t care, but there was a man in his thirties squatting on the earth wall not far away, smoking a dry pipe and staring here non-stop.
Suddenly a sister-in-law asked: "Seller, why didn't Wang Laosan come?
This is his pick, I recognize it."
Chen Zikun's ability to adapt to changes was not bad, and he immediately said: "The third brother is sick.
I am his cousin and I will take care of him."
The sister-in-law just said it casually, and naturally brushed it off.
When she looked at the man on the other side of the wall, she had disappeared.
Chen Zikun had some concerns in his mind.
After selling a bunch of needles and threads, Chen Zikun walked towards the back of the village with a load.
He could notice someone following him behind him, but he kept moving forward silently.
When he reached the sorghum field, a big man with a short jacket and waist jumped out in front of him.
There was a hero's belt tied inside, a box gun stuck in it, and a red silk tie on the handle of the gun.
Chen Zikun pretended to be panicked, put down his bag and turned around to leave.
A man jumped out from behind him.
It was the man in the village who had been staring at him for a long time, with a hunter-like smile on his face.
There were interceptions in front and pursuers behind, but Chen Zikun calmed down, clasped his fists and said loudly: "Two heroes, thank you for your hard work."
He suddenly made such a move, and the two bandits were stunned.
They said it was hard to meet, they must be Jianghu, this salesman is probably not simple.
"What do you do?"
shouted the man with the gun.
"I'm here to redeem people."
Chen Zikun said.
"Who are you redeeming?"
The man with the gun rolled his eyes and seemed a little surprised.
"Our village made a big deal the day before yesterday.
One of the tickets was for my woman.
I came to get the money to redeem her."
Chen Zikun was also open-minded and stated his purpose straight to the point.
The man looked him up and down: "You are not a spy of the army."
"no."
"Xiaopo, search him."
The man said, his hand on the handle of the gun.
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The man stepped forward and searched every part of Chen Zikun's body with great skill.
Naturally, he found nothing.
He shook his head in silence.
"Who are you going to redeem without money?"
The man with the gun suddenly frowned coldly.
Chen Zikun showed no fear at all and said with a smile: "I just came from Beijing.
I don't know the rules of Guibao Land.
I am also afraid that I will go to the wrong mountain gate and recognize the wrong person.
If I meet the person, I will naturally have money."
The man looked at him up and down for a long time, his face uncertain, but Chen Zikun always looked at him calmly, smiling as if he was harmless.
"Okay, I'll take you there, but I have to tie you up and blindfold you," the man said.
"Boss, I understand, this is the rule."
Chen Zikun stretched out his hand cooperatively and allowed the other party to tie him up.
He also covered his face with a piece of black cloth and led him over the mountains and in circles, and then left.
After half an hour, we finally arrived at our destination.
Chen Zikun was left hanging for ten minutes.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of chaotic footsteps.
It seemed that many people were walking over, and then a voice like thunder shouted angrily: "Why did you bring a spy here, and he collapsed after being pulled down?"
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