In 1990, I drove a taxi in Xiangjiang

Chapter 1 I don’t want to load one more

"My name is Shao Xiangbei. Yesterday was February 1990, 2. It was the thirteenth day of the first lunar month. It was the day of Yang Gong's sacrifice."

"I woke up in the taxi at noon and I still have a headache."

"Just shouldn't it be May 2022, 5?"

"It should be 520 in two days."

"Also, I should be in Zhejiang now, how did I get to Xiangjiang?"

"Year 1990?"

"Are you sure you're not filming?"

Shao Xiangbei was holding a thick calendar in his hand, looking at the date February 1990, 2, in a daze.

"Filming?"

"I think you are acting with us?"

"Shao Xiangbei, No. 1107, Ganglong Building, Temple Street, Xiangjiang, professional taxi driver!"

A young plainclothes young man in a blue denim jacket, tight straight-leg jeans, and a police officer's ID hanging around his neck slammed it on the table as he spoke.

"Be honest with me!"

Inserting his hands deeply into his hair, pressing hard on his aching head, Shao Xiangbei closed his eyes in pain.

His hands were slammed down, Shao Xiangbei felt pain in his chest and suffocated, the armchair he was sitting on hit the metal filing cabinet behind him, his whole body arched like a prawn.

The young plainclothes' feet were still firmly pressed against Shao Xiangbei's chest.

"Don't play tricks in front of me, saying where did you take those robbers in the end?"

"And why did they beat a companion to death after getting in the car?"

"They got off the car when they sent it to Caiwu, Yuen Long, the destination they had booked by taxi."

"Why I killed my companion, I have already told you, the police officer."

"When they made an appointment in advance, they agreed that there would only be four cars. One more car would definitely not work. I can't drive!"

Shao Xiangbei glared angrily at the young plainclothes man who was stomping on his chest.

"Do you think I'm a fool!"

"Stinky boy!"

"You let a robber armed with a gun kill one of your companions just because you were overloaded and refused to drive?"

"I advise you to be honest!"

"Otherwise, sir, there are plenty of ways for you to speak up."

"Quickly tell me, what is your relationship with the group of robbers who robbed the vault!"

"They made an appointment at the car rental company the day before yesterday to use a car, and I took the order. At that time, I made an appointment with four passengers. The time was to pick them up at the entrance of Chow Sang Gold Store on Nathan Road at 10:30 this morning."

"These car rental companies have records that can be checked."

"I also got a page from the rental car company at 9am this morning."

"I'm telling the truth."

Shao Xiangbei repeated the memories in his mind again, because these are real and recorded.

"You mean because you accepted the taxi case, you put those robbers in our military uniform and surrounded by the Flying Tigers, and sent them all the way to Caiwu, Yuen Long safely?!"

The young plainclothes man was so angry that the veins in his temples bulged. He picked up the brick dictionary on the table and hit Shao Xiangbei on the head.

When his eyes went dark, Shao Xiangbei felt his head burst from the inside out at this moment.The suppressed pain exploded in an instant, and two tubes of blood spurted out of his nostrils.

The young plainclothes man was shocked by Shao Xiangbei's body reaction with a dictionary in his hand.Extorting confessions by torture is a common phenomenon in the police station, but if you maim or kill someone, you have to peel off two layers of skin.

The straight-leg skinny jeans were spattered with little red blood, and the young plainclothes also forgot to take off the foot that was stepping on Shao Xiangbei's chest.

"Are you OK?"

After a while, the young plainclothes hurriedly put down his feet, then randomly picked up the rag on the table and wiped Shao Xiangbei's nosebleed.

At this moment, a palm was slapped on the shoulder of the young plainclothes who was wiping Shao Xiangbei's nosebleed.

The young plainclothes man was so flustered that his whole body shook violently when he was slapped by the palm.

"How did Feixiong ask?"

"Brother Lun?"

The young plainclothes turned his head in a panic to look at Sheriff Chen Fulun who was wearing a suit.

"problem occurs?"

Chen Fulun immediately saw Shao Xiangbei, whose face was red with blood, and frowned.

"You thought it was before 1970?"

"Brother Lung, I..."

Zhang Feixiong still wanted to explain.

"I don't want to hear excuses. I'll write a report later and give it to me."

Chen Fulun understood at a glance what happened here before he came.

"Yes sir!"

When he heard that he was going to write a report, Zhang Feixiong's whole face fell.

"Shao Xiangbei, someone wants to release you on bail."

Chen Fulun looked at Shao Xiangbei.

Shao Xiangbei touched the bottom of his nose with his hand and shook his head twice when he heard Chen Fulun's question.

"Who?"

Chen Fulun didn't answer Shao Xiangbei but said to Zhang Feixiong.

"You go through the bail procedures for him."

"Brother Lun, this kid is dishonest, I haven't finished my question yet!"

Zhang Feixiong became anxious when he heard that Chen Fulun asked him to help Shao Xiangbei handle the bail procedures.

"I have read the previous reports. The owner of Guangji Car Rental also provided the car rental procedures completed by the robber. Even if no one is released on bail, we can only detain him for more than ten hours."

"Flying Bear, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Chen Fulun patted Zhang Feixiong's shoulder with his hand.

Zhang Feixiong could only accept the reality before him after hearing what Chen Fulun said.

"Shao Xiangbei, Mr. Shao?"

At this time, the middle-aged person who was wearing a navy blue suit, wearing black-rimmed glasses and carrying a brown briefcase in his hand stepped forward to speak after Chen Fulun.

"it's me!"

"I am Shen Bowen, a barrister. Ms. Huo invited you to bail Mr. Shao."

Shao Xiangbei stretched out his hand a little dazedly to hold the palm extended by barrister Shen Bowen.

"Mr. Shao, if you are treated unfairly at the police station, you have the right to complain to them."

Shao Xiangbei turned his head and glanced at Zhang Feixiong, only to feel a tightness in his chest.

"Then ask Shen Dazhuang to help me make a complaint about this police officer Zhang Feixiong."

"OK."

"You follow me to go through the bail procedures first, and then I will help you with the injury examination and complaint."

Shen Bowen withdrew his hand, gently pushed his black-rimmed glasses, then took out his mobile phone from his carry-on bag and dialed a number to find someone to have Shao Xiangbei's injury checked.

"it is good."

Shao Xiangbei nodded and patted himself on the head again.He didn't expect that after being hit by Zhang Feixiong just now, after spraying two tubes of nosebleeds, his head miraculously stopped hurting, but he didn't know Miss Huo.

When leaving, Shao glanced sideways at Zhang Feixiong to the north, and saw Zhang Feixiong staring at him fiercely.

"But Lawyer Shen, I don't seem to know Miss Huo."

"Did you find the wrong person?"

"Shao Xiangbei is a professional taxi driver, No. 1107, Dragon Building, Temple Street, right?"

Although Shen Bowen didn't understand why Miss Huo asked him to bail out the taxi boy, his professionalism still allowed him to answer Shao Xiangbei's questions seriously.

"That should be me."

……

After Shen Bowen finished the bail procedures, Shao Xiangbei was still confused.He thought he was making 90s Hong Kong movies before, but he didn't expect it to be true.

It's just that everything is so illusory and unreal, is it still the original world?

Maybe this is already another world.

As for the Miss Huo who asked the barrister to bail him out, Shao Xiangbei's memory really does not have the slightest acquaintance with Miss Huo.

(End of this chapter)