With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Xue Ming knew exactly what Zhou Jianhong was thinking. She must be wondering whether Qian Dahan had betrayed her.

After getting off work in the afternoon, Xue Ming took truck No. 2 home and got off at the southern suburbs of the provincial capital.

"Brother, I'll wait for you here. It's far from our home." Niu Guoxing said.

"Go home, pack your things, and bring Xiaoling to my house to stay for a few days. Mom misses her daughter."

Xue Ming threw him a pack of cigarettes and made a pistol gesture with his thumb and index finger: "Remember to bring your weapon."

"Okay, I got it." Niu Guoxing immediately became serious, started the truck and headed for the transportation department.

His brother-in-law asked him to bring a gun with him when he moved in. He must have felt the danger. No matter what the danger was, he couldn't stay out of it.

Niu Guoxing returned to the transportation office, parked the truck in the garage, and hurried home on his bicycle.

When Xue Ling heard that she was going to go back to her parents' home to stay for a few days, she was as excited as a little girl and immediately packed her bags.

Niu Guoxing opened the cabinet and took out a pistol, which was a coming-of-age gift from his father.

He loaded the gun with bullets and took his wife back to her parents' home, living opposite his eldest brother and sister-in-law's bedroom.

In the south of the provincial capital, Xue Ming found a deserted place to enter the space, went to the bathroom to take a hot bath, and changed into new clothes.

I went to the poultry pen, took a few eggs to the kitchen, then went to the vegetable garden to pick some peppers and made scrambled eggs with green peppers to fill my stomach.

Leaving the space, I rode my bike to a dilapidated neighborhood and walked to the end of a small alley.

Zhou Jianhong's house faces the alley. The gate to the yard is closed and there is no one in the alley.

Xue Ming moved his mind into the space, brewed a pot of Biluochun tea, turned on the God's perspective and waited for the show to begin.

From a God's perspective, Zhou Jianhong spends her days cooking in the kitchen while her three sons and daughter play games in the yard.

Smoke rose from the kitchen chimney and the yard was filled with laughter.

The woman would walk out of the kitchen from time to time to remind the children not to make too much noise and disturb the neighbors.

Xue Ming shook his head: "A virtuous wife, cute children, and a decent life at home are what I want.

So, why doesn't Zhou Jianhong cherish the life in front of him, and why does he do something that harms the country? "

Xue Ming expressed his incomprehension and suddenly felt sorry for them.

As long as Zhou Jianhong's identity as an enemy spy was exposed, these women and children would certainly live in misery even if they did not participate in the sabotage.

At this time, Zhou Jianhong was pushing his bicycle home.

The Wanshe Mountain construction site was quite far away, and he couldn't ride his bike as fast as Xue Ming.

"dad."

"Dad is back..."

Four children surrounded their father, one shouted, "Dad, come back!", and another shouted, "Dad, thank you for your hard work!"

Zhou Jianhong forced a smile, picked up the four children one by one, and went back to the main room to wait for dinner.

Their dinner consisted of cornmeal steamed buns, fried spinach, pickled vegetables and dried radishes, and a pot of millet porridge.

Although it is not a delicious dish, it can fill the stomach of a family and bring a warm feeling to the dining table.

In the space, Xue Ming continued to lament: "Old Zhou, Old Zhou, you just don't know how lucky you are.

Why would you end up breaking up your family just to realize your illusory dream of a counterattack?

After the Zhou family finished their meal, Zhou Jianhong asked his wife to take a few pounds of corn flour and the four children back to her parents' home.

Zhou Jianhong was the only one left at home. He moved the cabinet in the main room, opened the lid and walked into the basement.

He opened a wooden box, took out a pistol and a dagger, and put them in the left and right pockets respectively.

Xue Ming got up and returned to the bamboo house, opened his diary and started writing.

"Zhou Jianhong's wife and children probably didn't know that Zhou Jianhong was a hidden spy.

When the net is closed, please be vigilant and do not make matters worse for innocent people."

Having written this, Xue Ming stopped writing, frowned and fell into deep thought. Are these five women and children really innocent?

A large part of the clothes women and children wear and the food they eat are probably provided by enemy intelligence organizations.

They enjoy the benefits earned by Zhou Jianhong...

Xue Ming felt a little headache and continued to write: "Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. Please make a fair judgment."

After writing the diary, he put it in the drawer and continued to monitor the Zhou family from a bird's eye view.

About half an hour later, Qian Dahan knocked on Zhou's door with some nervousness on his face.

Zhou Jianhong opened the door, locked the courtyard gate and the main room door, and took him to the basement.

The two sat opposite each other. At first, no one spoke and they just stared at each other.

Suddenly, Zhou Jianhong sneered, "Old Qian, why did the police come looking for you? Why did they let you go again?"

"Old Zhou, what do you mean?" Qian Dahan seemed a little absent-minded, and his voice was trembling.

"Answer my question. No, answer the old general's question."

Zhou Jianhong took out his gun and placed it on the table, then said calmly, "I have received instructions from the old general. From now on, all the questions I ask are from the old general's instructions."

The old general's reputation and the power of the pistol frightened Qian Dahan so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"The police arrested me because I bought some cloth on the black market, and I don't know which bastard reported me.

I was arrested for speculation, and the police criticized and educated me, then released me.”

Qian Dahan raised his right hand and swore: "I, Qian Dahan, swear to heaven that I have not told a single lie and have not betrayed the organization."

"I don't believe it." Zhou Jianhong sneered: "The provincial police are not idiots, they won't arrest people just because of a few feet of cloth.

Tell me the truth, Old Qian. Have you betrayed the old general? Have you become a double agent? "

"No, absolutely not." Qian Dahuan still raised his right hand, with more cold sweat on his forehead: "I didn't betray the organization, Lao Zhou, you have to believe me, I have been with you through life and death for so many years."

"I believe you, but the old general doesn't." Zhou Jianhong took out a dagger from his right pocket.

He threw the dagger directly in front of Qian Dahuan: "The old general wants you to swear an oath."

After Zhou Jianhong finished speaking, he picked up the pistol and pointed it at Qian Dahan, while turning on the safety on the gun.

The so-called finger-cutting oath means cutting off one of your own fingers and swearing with the finger in order to increase credibility.

The basement was dead silent. Xue Ming, who was observing secretly, could feel Qian Dahan's helplessness and despair.

If you want to survive, cut off a finger, otherwise you will be shot. It is a simple yet cruel choice.

Qian Dahan's face turned pale, his back was soaked with cold sweat, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

After a long while, he despaired: "I am loyal to the organization and the old general, but I didn't expect the organization to distrust me so much."

Qian Dahan pulled out the dagger, held it tightly with his right hand, and placed his left hand flat on the table.

Then screams were heard. It was quite painful to cut fingers with a dagger, and it was not as painful as cutting with a machete.

Xue Ming found it boring, so he closed the video from the bird’s-eye view and went to sleep.