Chapter 517 No Man's Land!

This is Kowloon Walled City.

Even though Yang Ming and his companions had just entered the city less than an hour ago, they unexpectedly found a dead body.

Yang Ming knew that the public security in Hong Kong was like this.

In the 1980s and even the 1990s, there were a group of fierce gangsters, who were even more terrifying and specifically targeted the wealthy people in Hong Kong.

"Sir Yang, do you want us to leave first?" a sir reminded.

"No need."

Yang Ming hadn't seen what he wanted to see yet, so why was he in a hurry to leave?

Yang Ming walked forward.

When he saw an old lady in her 70s or 80s, dressed in ordinary clothes, tremblingly carrying a bucket of water, Yang Ming immediately went to help.

"Grandma, I'll help you."

Yang Ming realized that although he looked recovered now, he was actually still a little powerless.

He actually found that the bucket of water seemed very heavy when he lifted it.

A sir on the side hurried to help.

Yang Ming walked forward with the old lady.

The old lady lived in a room in the corner of a small alley in Kowloon Walled City.

"Grandma, do you know me?" Yang Ming asked.

"Young man, grandma doesn't know you?"

But the grandma didn't expect that this young man in extraordinary clothes would take the initiative to fetch water for her.

Yang Ming came to the narrow room, and felt that it was very dark inside, and he couldn't touch it at all without turning on the light.

"Grandma, don't you turn on the light?"

"There is no electricity."

Some places in Kowloon Walled City have lights on, which means there is electricity. Even so, if the grandma doesn't pay the electricity bill to someone, how can there be electricity here?

"Grandma, where do you get your water?"

"There is a water truck in front, and you have to pay to buy water."

The grandma said.

Yang Ming saw the grandma pour the bucket of water into a water tank.

The smell in the grandma's room was really bad, probably because there was a lot of garbage piled up.

The sirs were worried about Sir Yang's safety, and they kept following around, and could only cover their noses to endure the stench.

"Young man, is there anything wrong?"

Seeing that Yang Ming and others had not left yet, the grandma stopped and asked.

"Grandma, I have something to ask you."

"Go ahead."

"We just saw a man die in the alley ahead."

"Young man, these things you mentioned happen every day and often. If you are a police officer, it is useless to find me. You should find the person in charge inside."

The grandma saw other police officers in police uniforms and thought Yang Ming was also a police officer.

It seems that the security in Kowloon Walled City is really bad. The grandma has long been accustomed to it.

"Grandma, I am not a policeman."

At this time, a police officer said: "Grandma, this is Sir Yang from Hong Kong, who is also a Justice of the Peace. If you have any difficulties or problems, you can talk to Sir Yang."

Sir Yang?

Justice of the Peace?

Isn't that a big shot from above?

In the 1950s and 1960s, the Justice of the Peace in Hong Kong was indeed very impressive. It represented the gentry of Hong Kong and was directly responsible for communicating with the Governor's Office.

The grandma didn't expect that the Justice of the Peace in front of her was so young.

"Grandma, where are your family members?"

"Only me. My dead husband has been selling salted duck eggs for a long time."

Grandma alone?

"Grandma, how do you live?"

Yang Ming was really surprised. How could this grandma, who was so old and had no husband, survive in such a place alone?

"It's really difficult to earn a living by doing sewing and mending for others. The hometown association will give some money."

Hometown association?

Yang Ming knew that people in Kowloon Walled City came from all over the world, mainly from Guangdong Province.

There may be Cantonese, Hakka, and Chaocheng people in it, and Chaocheng people in Kowloon Walled City should be the most.

"Grandma, where are you from?"

"My hometown is Longxi."

Longxi?

Yang Ming really didn't know where it was.

When the grandma slowly explained it clearly, Yang Ming finally knew that it was a commune under Boluo, Huicheng.

When the grandma and her husband sneaked into Hong Kong, it was not called the current name.

I learned from the old lady that she and her husband had smuggled here three or four years ago, and lived in Kowloon Walled City with their relatives. They have lived here for more than 40 years.

She knew many things about Kowloon Walled City over the past few decades.

As Yang Ming sat there and listened to what the other party said, he was really surprised about Kowloon Walled City.

"Grandma, why didn't you leave Kowloon Walled City back then?"

"Nowhere, I couldn't go."

For the old lady, she had never left since she came here to live in her twenties.

There have always been tens of thousands of people here, just like the population size of a small town, living in Kowloon Walled City.

Some people died.

Some people have been alive.

Some people have left here.

There are also more new immigrants entering here.

So much so that the official can't count how many residents live here.

Most of the residents here may not even have Hong Kong ID cards, and they are illegal residents.

Although they can apply for Hong Kong ID cards at the nearby police station as long as they leave here, those people still don't go.

Back then, before the 1970s, it was quite difficult for people who entered the country illegally or were illegal immigrants to get ID cards.

Since Yang Ming and Governor MacLehose mentioned this matter, it is very easy for both former immigrants and new immigrants to apply for Hong Kong ID cards.

Many people here have always been illegal immigrants.

The old lady said a lot of things that Yang Ming and even Sir had never heard of. It must be said that this Kowloon Walled City is not only a no-man's land, but also a place where unique survival rules have been formed.

Yang Ming listened there for a long time.

The old lady seemed very happy. No one had listened to her talk about the past for a long time.

"Grandma, do you need to improve?" Yang Ming looked at the other party and asked.

He thought the old lady would put forward some conditions.

For example, water, electricity, even medical treatment, or low-income subsidies, etc.

The old lady didn't seem to put forward any.

The other party thought that Sir Yang was a Justice of the Peace, but in fact, the other party didn't know Yang Ming's true identity.

There were no Justices of the Peace here before. There have always been Justices of the Peace in the New Territories and Kowloon. No one really wants to come to such a ghost place where there is no-man's land.

"Grandma, this Sir Yang is a Justice of the Peace. I wonder if you need any help?" the sir next to him asked.

The grandma said, "Young man, I don't have anything to help you with."

Yang Ming sighed.

He always felt that the people here were not as good as living in China.

Yang Ming knew that the other party's current conditions needed to be improved in all aspects, including living environment, low-income subsidies, and even medical care.

No one cared about these people before.

Until now, Sir Yang came.

Yang Ming knew that in the situation of the grandma, he couldn't give money rashly.

The main reason was that giving money now would harm the other party. In this place, many people wanted money but not life. If he gave money to this grandma now, he was afraid that not only would the money be taken away, but her life would also be gone.

Chapter 5!

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