Section 1 Distribution

  Zhao Guodong walked down the street with a somewhat dejected expression, carrying a small bag containing some spare clothes, a few textbooks from school that he thought still had some value, and several self-study books.

  In the criminal police team, busy day and night, like a machine wound up with springs, almost no time to flip through books, maybe from today onwards I'll have leisure time to take a look at books.

  The early summer sun was already quite fierce, and he was sweating all over his body. He simply took off his white shirt and slung it over his shoulder, walking with his head down.

  He took a passing bus to the neighboring county, which did not pass through Jiangmiao Street. From this road side to the police station on the street, there were still a few miles away. Originally, these few miles didn't count for much, but today's walk was particularly unpleasant.

  The cars and people in the team all swarmed to Dongting, where it was said that a body had been found on Matou Mountain in Dongting Township. The local police station initially investigated and suspected that it was an abnormal death, which is likely to be a case.

  Once a case is established, it becomes a homicide case, and the noose around the neck of the criminal police team tightens immediately.

  These days, once a murder case occurs, the leaders above don't ask anything else, they only ask when you'll crack the case. They don't care if the case has any leads or not. You and your team work to death for a month, but if there's no valuable clue, you can't even say a word, then just wait to face the leader's dark face.

  But all of this has nothing to do with him anymore, thinking of this, Zhao Guotang felt a little schadenfreude, but this thread of excitement dissipated instantly like clouds and smoke, he was immediately troubled by his own situation.

  Detective team, what a loud and overbearing name! Detective, this identity walks out who doesn't give way three points?

  Although exhausted, once stepping out of the Public Security Bureau's gate, even my chest is held higher than others. Whether it's an administrative unit cadre or a socialite like Super Brother, who wouldn't give me a sideways glance?

  To be honest, just walking in front of the girls would add a few points to this identity, but all of this has become past tense for myself.

  Three police academy classmates were assigned to the criminal police team at the same time. This session of Jiangkou County suddenly had three graduates from a provincial public security specialized school.

  In previous years, it was intermittent for one or two years, and many stayed in several branch offices or municipal bureaus in the city. This year's allocation policy is inclined to the grassroots level, and three people returned to the county's criminal police team together. Although I felt a bit frustrated at first, being in the criminal police team is also a comfort after all. It is a sharp knife team and can learn how to handle cases.

  Now it's good, just yourself alone was kicked out of the criminal police team, and it was a gray departure. Suddenly, he was assigned to the Jiangmiao Police Station, which is 40 kilometers away from the county town. The taste is not pleasant.

  The sun was getting more and more scorching, and Zhao Guozhong's neck and shoulders felt like they were on fire. He lifted his head to take a look at the front, it was almost time for lunch, there were few pedestrians on the road, and all around were rice fields, wanting to find a place to rest and cool off was nowhere to be found.

  Zhao Guoding couldn't help but reminisce about his nearly year-long career as a criminal police officer. No matter how bitter or tiring it was, he had a big group of people to share the experience with, and they would chat and laugh together, making even the most mundane and exhausting times pass by quickly. Now that he was alone, taking steady steps forward, he truly felt some discomfort.

  I should have left earlier, who knew the team would encounter a murder case, and suddenly only two female colleagues were left in the team. Tong Man was still considerate, she even rode her bicycle to send me to the bus station. I didn't expect to catch a passing bus, the fare was saved by 50 cents, but I ended up being dropped off on the road two miles outside Jiangmiao Town.

  Zhao Guotong's mind wandered, and he thought of himself sitting on the back seat of the bicycle early in the morning, gently holding onto Tong Man's waist. He had a strange feeling. Since doing that kind of thing with his girlfriend Tang Jian, Zhao Guotong found that his twenty-year suppressed lust was suddenly unearthed.

  The soft and delicate flesh of Tong Man's waist made his heart move and shake, almost making him mistake Tong Man for Tang Jin. His hands couldn't help but want to climb higher.

  Tong Man is also one of the three police academy students, but he's not in the same class as me. Instead, he's in the same class as Huang Huaicheng. He looks quite cute, with a round face and a bit of a doll-like quality, especially his eyelashes are long and curved, and when he blinks, it's really captivating. I heard that Huang Huaicheng has had a crush on Tong Man for a while, but it seems like nothing has happened between them.

  A bicycle bell rang out and a bike whizzed past beside me.

  Zhao Guodong didn't even lift his head, walking on his own, and as soon as he turned the corner ahead, he could see the main street of Jiangmiao Village. He pondered how to report back, whether to put on a humble and obedient appearance as if he had been reprimanded or to pretend to be nonchalant and carefree.

  He himself had not been subject to disciplinary action, nor even a criticism in the circular, but everyone knew that being transferred from the criminal police corps to a police station, especially a rural one, meant a kind of punishment, a kind of adjustment with a strong flavor of exile.

  "What's with the eggplant?!"

  The sound from the front suddenly pulled Zhao Guozhu's thoughts back, big eggplant?

  Zhao Guotong was taken aback, it had been many years since he heard someone call him by this nickname. This nickname should have been his "honor" from the time of junior high school in the factory's affiliated school. It originated from a boring competition one day in the boys' bathroom, where the boys who took off their pants looked at each other to see who could pee higher. Although he didn't win the championship, this nickname was noticed by his companions, and since he was the eldest son in his family, the name "Big Leek" came from this.

  However, this nickname was also what classmates dared to call in private. Zhao Guotang had always been ashamed of this nickname, and whoever dared to call him that face-to-face would have to pay the price. However, after entering the police academy and experiencing the wonders of sex, Zhao Guotang no longer disliked this nickname, but nobody called him that anymore.

  Zhao Guotong raised his head, narrowed his eyes and sized up the bicycle in front of him. The guy on the bike had a face full of acne, one foot resting on the ground and the other foot on the pedal, staring at himself with a surprised expression.

  "Guo Dong? Is that you?" The other person also seemed uncertain and shouted again.

  The sunlight was a bit dazzling, but Zhao Guo raised his hand to cover his forehead and took a glance. The other person's appearance hadn't changed much, still with that sly look, but he had grown taller by a lot, seemingly even taller than himself. He wore a blue vest on his body, and his thick back looked somewhat sweaty.

  "Chang Qing?" Zhao Guotong's mood improved a lot, this old fellow! As soon as he came back, he ran into an old classmate and the depression from just now was also washed away.

  "Ha, what are you doing here? Are you being punished? Don't you feel hot?" A bicycle suddenly slid over and stopped in front of Zhao Guozhong, the strong smell of sweat almost making Zhao Guozhong cover his nose.

  "Damn it!" Zhao Guotang also didn't mince words, jumping onto the back seat of the car with a fart. "Let's go, to Jiangmiao Street, I'm so hot I'm about to die."

  Wu Changqing pedaled his bicycle hard and five minutes later, Zhao Guotang and Wu Changqing were already cooling off under the ceiling fan in a restaurant.

  A plate of fried peanuts, a dish of braised pig's head, a bowl of steamed meat with rice flour, an order of twice-cooked pork, and a bottle of Liuwang Spring wine - two classmates have already started drinking.

  "Guo Dong, what's going on with you? Didn't you say you were a detective in the county's criminal police team? I haven't seen you come back for ages, and I was even thinking of going to the county to visit you one day. How did you end up walking back?" Wu Changqing also took off his vest, revealing a robust physique, picked up a piece of braised pork head and stuffed it into his mouth, then took a big swig of wine.

  "It's hard to put into words." Zhao Guotang, having learned from the martial arts books those profound and mysterious phrases of high-ranking people, found it difficult to explain this matter for a while. "Never mind, anyway, I'm back, Jiangmiao Sect is out, heh heh, what a big circle, and now I'm back home."

  Zhao Guotong and Wu Changqing are both descendants of the first cotton textile factory in Andu, but the first cotton textile factory in Andu is not located in the urban area of Andu City, nor even in the county seat of Jiangkou County, but in the suburbs of Jiangmiao Town, 40 kilometers away from the county seat of Jiangkou County, and still five or six miles away from the street of Jiangmiao Town.

  It was an old factory built in the late 1960s, and it is said that it was originally for producing military products, but later this statement mysteriously disappeared. A large factory with thousands of people was built in Jiangmiao, a rural area that is not even a county town, which is why those old workers have always been somewhat regretful.

  "Haha, you're back again, Hu Han San! The pretty girls in our factory are going to be in trouble again." Wu Changqing took another big gulp and said casually.

  "Damn it, what kind of person are you comparing me to? Hu Han San? I'm wearing a tiger skin, are you taking me for a Nationalist or a bandit?" Zhao Guotang didn't mind either. As classmates, they didn't have many inhibitions. Wu Changqing was also a straightforward person and would often be the first to rush into a fight, earning him the nickname "Stick Guest". "Which workshop are you in at the factory now?"

  "Machine repair shop." After another mouthful of wine, Wu Changqing's face turned slightly red, and several acne scars became more prominent, "Damn it, my family has no connections, I wanted to go to the water, electricity, and gas shop, but a few quotas were already taken by others."

  Zhao Guotong saw Wu Changqing drinking a bit hastily, and for so many years, there was no interaction with him, nor did he know how much this guy could drink. If he fell down after just a few drinks, it would be troublesome. The repair garage is an auxiliary workshop in the textile factory, and the workload is not large, but the salary is also very limited, and there is no extra income, unlike the water and electricity workshop, which is in charge of the entire factory's power lifeline, and naturally needs to be greased a lot.

  "Take it easy, no need to rush." Zhao Guotang was already quite unfamiliar with the factory's affairs.