"Welcome to explore another world. I wish you a pleasant journey, novice adventurer."

The voices are indistinguishable from male to female.

Meng Fan, who was walking on the street with his computer bag on his back, suddenly felt that the scene in front of him began to distort. The sudden thick fog looked like octopus tentacles, constantly shaking his vision.

In the haze, an apartment gradually solidified.

dark night.

All kinds of neon lights began to flash, and the whole city was enveloped in an atmosphere of feasting, entertainment, and revelry.

Hong Kong Island, despite its small city area, is one of the Four Asian Tigers. At the same time, bankers and entrepreneurs seem to be everywhere. After all, it is also one of the three major financial centers in the world.

However, beneath this dazzling halo, the bottom layer is filled with chaos and contradictions.

Even after being cleaned up by the Independent Commission Against Corruption, community activities are still rampant, illegal activities such as ice powder smuggling and horse racing are still prosperous, and countless crimes are like gangrene on the bones, quietly corroding the entire city.

…

In 1982, deep water fording.

Early morning.

In an old apartment, there was the sound of water rushing.

Meng Fan kept washing his face with cold water until the clothes around his neck were completely soaked.

As a five-poison young man in the new era and a college student, he must have read the novel, so in Meng Fan's eyes, the word time travel is not new.

Now, he has even drawn inferences and thought of proper terms such as "the heavens are infinite", "the main god space", "global reincarnation" and so on.

But what about the seniors?

He is a man who looks fierce, has a cigarette in his mouth, and preferably wears sunglasses.

This person first dryly described the causes and consequences, and after presenting strong evidence, he put on a cold attitude of "believe it or not" and "my mission is accomplished."

However, time has proven:

Meng Fan did not receive such treatment.

He also couldn't figure it out. He just went out of school to repair his computer so that he could play hacking games with his roommates early.

As a result, a notification sound suddenly sounded in my ears, and my body was immediately enveloped in a thick fog. When I opened my eyes again, it was this apartment.

"Is time travel so easy now?"

"The new identity is a policeman?"

"I have never touched a gun in my whole life. I didn't expect it to be fired here."

Beside him, on an old-fashioned drum washing machine, was a .38 pistol with a cold light.

This standard pistol has a short range and low power. Its only advantage is that it is compact and lightweight, and its recoil is almost negligible. Therefore, it is considered friendly to novices.

"Is it to deal with the club's big brother?"

While Meng Fan was receiving unfamiliar memories, he recalled the police movies and even Hong Kong variety novels he had watched in his previous life, and made speculations.

Name: Meng Fan

Police number: pc9526

Age: 23 years old

He graduated from the police academy two years ago and originally worked as a gun-toting plainclothes agent in the Central and Western District Police Station, specializing in investigating organized crime.

Because he recently uncovered an illegal ice powder smuggling case, he was promoted to sergeant by his superiors. The V-shaped stripes on his uniform arms became three, and his salary also increased a lot.

The only fly in the ointment is that I was transferred from the Central and Western District, which has the most wealthy and prosperous people in Hong Kong, to Sham Shui Wad, a place with little oil and water, and it is still a branch in the suburbs.

"There seems to be something hidden in it."

"It's a bit like rising up and down secretly, and being sent to the frontier."

In a low voice, Meng Fan took a deep breath in the mirror and adjusted his mentality.

First of all, his appearance in the mirror has not changed, he just looks a little more mature, like he is in his mid-twenties.

And because of his status, his body looks quite tough, especially when set against the background of the police uniform, his face, which is not bad at all, becomes even more heroic.

Snapped!

The leather shoes collided with the ground, making a crisp sound.

Meng Fan raised his hand in front of the mirror and gave a military salute. He was very satisfied with his appearance.

murmured:

"Forget it, no matter what, since fate has arranged it this way, then accept the challenge and live it up."

To be honest, he did not expect that such an accident would suddenly happen to him, let alone that he would accept his fate so quickly.

Maybe it’s the benefit of reading too many novels.

Mental quality is exercised.

Or, there is no solution at all, and the subconscious mind has no choice but to be optimistic.

"First go out to eat and try the authentic Hong Kong Island flavor, and then report to the new police station to see what is going on."

Not long after.

The door clicked shut.

The .38 that was placed on the washing machine also disappeared.

The street scene in front of you is full of the graininess of old movies, with billboards, graffiti, and posters of actresses wearing heavy makeup everywhere.

The stalls are close together, the fire flickers on and off, and the smoke and aroma curl up and spread around.

"Sir, how about some food?"

"Come here, pretty boy, and sit down. Grandma will cook curry fish eggs for you."

"Pretty boy." "Pretty boy~"

Compared to Sir, Meng Fan prefers the term handsome boy, and he almost loses himself in the name "handsome boy".

Of course, a large part of the reason why the vendors are so enthusiastic is because of the police sergeant uniforms.

"Sir!"

At this time, a uniformed policeman came over and saluted Meng Fan.

The so-called uniformed police officers sound majestic, but they are actually patrol members. They get up early every day and take a pen to the streets. They walk from one end of the precinct to the other, smoking cigarettes and eating snacks along the way. The day's work is over.

To be honest, these people are not even qualified to ask questions about collecting protection fees, because it is a cunning job. The only power they have is to issue fines to private cars, which is purely to compete with the traffic police.

"Um."

Meng Fan nodded towards him, without saying anything, he asked an old woman next to him for a bowl of fish eggs with secret sauce, and ate them with a bamboo skewer.

Not to mention, it tasted pretty good when I tried it for the first time.

Probably because of the genuine materials.

"Grandma, the money is here, no need to look for it."

About ten minutes later, a note was pressed at the bottom of the bowl.

It's not a large-denomination banknote. Meng Fan doesn't have such a bad taste, and his pocket doesn't allow it. He estimates that after paying for the meal, he will still have more than one yuan left.

In the 1980s, what was enough money to do?

A bag of doll noodles in the supermarket is on sale for one yuan and two cents.

However, compared to the police officers in military uniforms who just walked over and ate and drank for free, Meng Fan felt that he had a high level of ideological awareness and was worthy of the name of a handsome boy!

"Beautiful boy, next time I come to take care of grandma's business and introduce my daughter to you..."

The sound came from far away.

It's just a joke, don't take it seriously.

Let’s see if we can survive until then.

Meng Fan suppressed his smile, walked to the parking area outside the alley, started a 70% new Land Rover Series 3 pickup truck, and drove towards the Sham Shui Po Police Station branch according to the road signs.

One thing to say, the driving experience of this classic car is very good, and the molded plastic grille and exaggerated front face shape are particularly eye-catching.

"Were there any big cases in the 1980s?"

"Four detectives? Lame Hao? The timing doesn't match up, right?"

Leaning against the car window with one hand and holding the steering wheel with the other, Meng Fan whispered to himself.

He is no stranger to Hong Kong Island.

But I really don’t see many police movies set in the 1970s and 1980s.

On the contrary, I didn't fall behind, like Uncle Long's "New Police Story" and Yan Zu's "New Humans", and I read them all.

In particular, the latter's few classic dialogues can still be recited in full to this day.
To be continued...