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Text Chapter 188. [Case 22] Inside the Old City

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    The history of Jiangbei City can be traced back to the Neolithic Age 20,000 to 30,000 years ago. The ancient Ba people lived and multiplied on the north bank of Jiangbei.  In the 11th century BC, it was a territory of Ba.  After the Qin Dynasty destroyed the Ba Kingdom, "Yicheng Jiangzhou" built Jiangzhou Prefecture, which was the beginning of Chongqing's city building. The original Jiangzhou City was located near Jiangbei City, covering an area of ??about one square kilometer.  According to the records of "Huayang Guo Zhi Ba Zhi": In the 23rd year of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Jiangbei City was the seat of Jiangzhou County under the jurisdiction of Ba County at that time, and Beifucheng was built.  It was once the seat of Ba County.  In 1913, Jiangbei Town was established in Ba County, Chongqing Prefecture during the Ming Dynasty and was officially renamed Jiangbei City.  In the 19th year of Qianlong's reign in the Qing Dynasty, that is, in 1754 AD, Jiangbei Town was transferred directly under the jurisdiction of Chongqing Prefecture. The Tongzhi Yamen of Chongqing Prefecture moved to Yiyangguan in Jiangbei City, and the Jiangbei Hall was built from then on.  It is the residence of Jiangbei Hall.  During the Republic of China, Jiangbei Hall was renamed Jiangbei County, following the old system of the late Qing Dynasty. Jiangbei City had: Shangshiliang, Baogai, Yiyang, and Jinshasixiang. In 1921, it was included in the scope of Chongqing City.  Along the way, I was introducing the history of this area to Hu Zongren. Since I am a local, I always look a little excited when introducing it to Hu Zongren.  I am a person with a very strong nostalgia. No matter how prosperous the outside world is, when I need companionship and feel lonely, I am still attached to this land. This is why I did not choose to stay with my master after I left school.  Or to establish a reputation in Yunnan, but chose to return to this homeland.  Someone once made a statistic, doesn't it mean that as big as the heart is, the stage will be as big?  But even if many people live for a long time, their stage is still the small place where they were born and raised. No matter how poor it is, no matter how backward, there is only one word that can sum it up, and that is home.  No matter how far you go, the meaning of travel is to make people understand that home is so warm.  Due to road restrictions, if I want to take a detour to Jiangbei City, I can only walk along the river to the bottom of the Huanghuayuan Bridge, and then head towards Central Park to get there.  According to the address Hu Zongren got, the long stretch of road behind is not easy for vehicles to enter.  It's not that it's impossible to enter, but because I really don't want to meet other cars on the road, so I was stuck in traffic for a long time.  So we decided to park the car near the current Jiangbeicheng Science and Technology Museum, and then walked along the newly built antique city wall to the area of ????the old city. After walking for about half an hour, we were able to find the only remaining city that has not been destroyed.  The remaining old town of Jiangbei City is occupied by development.  ¡°This is actually something Hu Zongren and I didn¡¯t expect in advance.  For many people who do not have the memory of our post-80s or even post-70s generation, their impression of Jiangbei City is nothing more than the huge Central Park, with grass, osmanthus trees, and countless dog poop in the grass.  There was a church up there, but I never saw it open.  So since this place was built, it has become a place for countless arty men and women to take wedding photos and artistic photos.  There is a science and technology museum nearby, which displays exhibitions that are incomprehensible to my cultural level from time to time. There is also a large theater that is so big that it seems unreasonable. To this day, there have been performances by countless theater groups, but I  But I haven¡¯t seen any of them.  In general, Jiangbeicheng has changed, at least in the eyes of most modern people.  So after Hu Zongren and I parked the car, we didn¡¯t even walk towards the crowd. There were all people who came here in twos and threes to play on weekends. I really don¡¯t understand what these people think. They spend their days working and studying in the crowd.  Here, on weekends, I still get into the crowd.  I walked along the ancient city wall and along the riverside path. In front of me was the intersection of the Yangtze River and the Jialing River. Two waters of completely different colors mixed together, just like a giant Tai Chi. On this wide and huge river  He was tumbling up and down, as if no one was convinced and no one could conquer anyone.  I think this is one of the reasons why Chongqing has become a city of crouching tiger, hidden dragon and metaphysics. Even in such a completely unruly natural law, many experts from various sects can still understand the mysteries.  The road is very narrow, and the stone slabs originally used to pave the road have broken in many places, making it difficult to walk.  After walking along the road for a short time, you can reach the riverside.  Walking along a path heading up the slope, you will soon see a city gate with a stone tablet erected on it.  Different from the previous antique city gates, the stone city gate here is covered with moss, and the city wall is full of small holes for fastening ropes, as well as knife marks left by ancient wars.  In addition to the sound of the surging river behind my ears, the previous hustle and bustle in the Science and Technology Museum area has long disappeared. Finally, Hu Zongren and I don¡¯t have to deliberately raise the decibels when talking. We can hear it clearly even if we speak softly.  After entering the city gate, there is a winding upward stone step. This step is very similar to the shape of the Shibati Old Road, and has the most distinctive style of the small town in eastern Sichuan.  I have never been here before. When Jiangbeicheng was still there, we often went to the busiest places. At that time, there were occasional Sichuan opera performances on the stage.  This should be regarded as the eastern edge of Jiangbei City, because there isThe gate wall is the city root area.  The address in Hu Zongren's hand only contained a house number. He didn't even include the last name or phone number of the victim we were looking for this time.  On the way we met some middle-aged people wearing colorful jackets and carrying cameras. They were probably tired of the hustle and bustle and came to find some peace and quiet in this busy city.  I once heard of a method of using musical instruments to distinguish cities, such as Chengdu. Maybe using musical instruments to express it is that deep in the bamboo forest, there are flowing water and birdsong, but there is a melodious Guqin feeling, leisurely and comfortable.  In Beijing, it may be the traditional Beijing music, with the sound of playing and beating accompanied by the cries of candied haws.  In Guangzhou, it may be a southern style scene of beating gongs and drums, dragon and lion dances, while in Chongqing, it is the feeling of loud flutes accompanied by Sichuan River chants.  At this moment, there is nothing in Jiangbei City. It is a black and white painting. The people in the painting move slightly, but you still cannot detect it.  Situ had previously reminded us on the phone to be careful about being followed, and this case was originally brought to us by the other party, so the other party must know where this place is.  When I pretended to be looking for a place to buy cigarettes nearby, I looked around. There were many houses and few people here, so I could see all these few people with just a glance.  At this moment, apart from the old people sitting in front of their houses with their legs crossed and smoking cigarettes, there are also photography enthusiasts like me who have come here. The only very lively place on the street is a small restaurant eating bean curd rice.  Next to it is a teahouse, full of old men and women playing mahjong.  Perhaps the word teahouse has a different meaning in Chongqing. In other places, it usually refers to a place for drinking tea and chatting. In our case, it has been a place for playing cards since ancient times.  We looked at the time and it was already dinner time, so Hu Zongren and I suggested that we eat something before going. There is bean curd rice here.  Hu Zongren likes to eat bean curd rice. I took him to eat almost all the delicious bean curd rice he could find in Chongqing, so he readily agreed and generously offered to treat him to this meal, just like eating  It seems like a huge sum of money would be spent on a bean curd rice.  After sitting down, amidst the loud noise of the store, I drank the green pepper seasoning with sesame oil, sipped sips of water, and ate steamed rice. In fact, there was only one bean curd as a dish, but it was delicious.  After finishing the meal, I looked at the time. At about this time, others were still preparing lunch, and no one was sleeping.  So according to the house number, I walked on a smaller road on one side of this path, and after many twists and turns, I finally found the house number.  But the door was closed and even the curtains in the room were drawn, making me wonder if there was no one there.  Hu Zongren asked me if we could knock on the door.  I looked around and there was almost no one else except Hu Zongren and me. The others I was talking about were people who didn't live here.  Of course, diagonally across from this family, there is an eldest sister who is looking at us curiously and then washing clothes in the laundry chute.  Almost every household here is like this. The entrance is either an outdoor stove or a pool for washing clothes.  I looked at the house we were looking for, and what surprised me was that the slope in their laundry chute turned out to be a stone tablet with words engraved on it. But I quickly felt relieved, because judging from the distribution of those words,  Look, it¡¯s not someone else¡¯s tombstone. Otherwise, I don¡¯t think it¡¯s surprising that this family would be a ghost.  So I started knocking on the door. After knocking several times, I saw the lights in the house turn on through the framed window on the door.  The houses here are relatively short and very densely built, so the lighting is not very good. If you don't open the doors and windows, you definitely need to turn on the lights in the house.  After the lights came on, I heard a woman's voice asking, who is it?  I didn't know how to make up my identity for a while, so in a panic, I said, "It's me."  Fortunately, the woman still opened the door. After opening the wooden door on the inside, through a mesh door with iron railings, a woman who looked to be in her thirties or forties looked at me in confusion.  Her door was only half open. It must be because she didn't know Hu Zongren and I, so she didn't dare to open the door.  She asked us, who are you?  Who to look for?  There was some caution in his tone.  I turned my head and glanced at Hu Zongren and then said to the woman, Sister, this is a long story. You don¡¯t know us, and we don¡¯t know you, but we were entrusted by others and came to you specially.  The woman pretended to close the door, and then said, I don¡¯t know you, maybe you have found the wrong person.  Seeing that the door was about to close, Hu Zongren said loudly, we know what happened at your home and are here to help you solve the matter.  With a clang, the door still closed, and Hu Zongren shouted again, "It's completely free!"  Then the door opened again.
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