chaotic world

The officer bent over all the time, explaining in fear and trepidation: "Master, he is very stubborn, and he won't say anything unless he is tortured." He just waited for this group of people on the sidelines. He followed Jinxin's instructions to investigate, but he didn't expect to meet resistance, so he had to come to cover him with water and soil. In order to avoid casualties, he didn't even use a grenade, just to capture them alive.It's too normal to torture a Chinese, he didn't expect Colonel Imanobu to be angry.

Imanobu stared at him coldly for a while, then turned his head and left.Chasing the footsteps down the mountain, his heart skipped a beat. He is a calm person by nature, and Mount Tai does not change his face, but at the moment he is burning with anxiety and walking in a hurry.

He can't lose him anymore.

Many years ago, when he was a military attache at the embassy in China, he and his wife encountered a mob of protesters on their way back to the embassy. A group of people shouted slogans of xenophobia and punishment of insiders, and the Japanese flag was crossed on the car. The target of people's attack, like a tide of angry people, his wife was taken away, crowded, chaotic beating, his professionally trained skills saved him from the fate of death, but the baby in his wife's arms was snatched away They clamored to throw him to death. Jinxin kept begging in Chinese: "Let go of my child". He caught a last glimpse of a kind-looking Chinese woman who took advantage of the chaos to protect her baby in her arms. He remembered the picture Afterwards, he searched all over the city of Beijing, but he couldn't find it no matter what.

Zhou Lan was unconscious, the wounds on his hands and body were bleeding profusely, he lost a lot of blood, and his complexion was pale.After a simple blood test, the military doctor hastily inserted a blood transfusion tube that was still warm into Zhou Lan's vein, and the fresh blood came from Jinxin.

Jinxin touched Zhou Lan's forehead. The child's face was covered with scabs of blood. The palm of the pierced palm was festering and black and blue. His body was covered with whip wounds. Although it was not fatal, it was shocking. The scald under the ribs There was a tendency to fester, and the bloody triangle was healed, and it was also a permanent scar. The knee of the right leg was swollen and bloody, which was a serious bruise.Imanobu lowered his head, kissed Zhou Lan lightly on the forehead, and muttered something in Japanese.

Teruo Yamashita knelt behind him, and he could hear clearly, Imanobu's voice was full of pity, he said son, father is here, don't be afraid.

Drowsy, when Zhou Lan woke up, he saw the latticed ceiling first. He blinked a few times, and after a moment of blank mind, pain hit his whole body.

The good hand was propped on the clean and dry tatami, and he was about to struggle to get up, his ribs were on fire, causing him to gasp for breath.

The thin blanket slipped off, and he was naked, with powder on the wound, cotton and medical tape after the injection on his arm.

Looking around, the house is tidy, and he is also very clean. Such a tidy appearance shows that he has been scrubbed and washed, and his hands were originally randomly tied cloth strips, but now they are replaced by white and smooth bandages.

He didn't dare to move, and subconsciously pulled up the thin blanket, looking around with his eyes.

This is a Japanese-style room, except for futons on the tatami mats and neatly folded clothes beside them, there is nothing else.

Lan was baffled, it was impossible for the Japanese to treat prisoners of war like this.

He couldn't just sit still, so he threw down the blanket. He grabbed the clothes and wrapped himself up tightly. The clothes could only be called wrapping, but they couldn't be called wearing. It's a snow-white lining, like cotton or silk, and a layer of royal blue satin on the outside, with a thick texture, falling down, embroidered with unknown pink five-petal flowers, clusters of silky and pistils, Blue with powder has a kind of indescribable gorgeousness.

Listening carefully to the movement, he stared at the door, tightening the blue belt with one hand indiscriminately - the robe has no buttons all over the body, only this belt.

His right leg didn't work and he couldn't stand up, so he struggled to crawl towards the door.

As soon as his fingers touched the door, the door automatically moved away. Zhou Lan raised his head. Imanobu was standing at the door wearing a dark gray kimono. He looked up and down, and he hurriedly bent down to help Zhou Lan. Pretend: "Don't move around, you are seriously injured."

Zhou Lan was a little stunned. When he threw out the excuse of Jinxin, he was really in a hurry to go to the doctor. It was just the desire to survive that was delaying time.

But Ren really came, he hesitated and said, "You?"

Jinxin was always polite, and settled Zhou Lan on the tatami mat, explaining that he had come as soon as he received the call. It's the officer. Some of the officers here are his old subordinates. It's not difficult to save a life.He stretched out his hand to untie the belt around Zhou Lan's waist. Zhou Lan hid back vigilantly and stretched it to the wound on his abdomen. :"what are you doing?"

Jinshin smiled and pointed to his belt: "That's right"

Zhou Lan's belt was buttoned up randomly, and it was a mess. It was good enough to be able to tie it like this with one hand, but unfortunately it was not strong, and it would be completely loose at any time.Jinxin stretched out his hand slowly, and tentatively tied the knot, but Zhou Lan didn't hide, and his eyelashes drooped to cover his vigilant eyes.Jin Xin detoured behind him, wrapped him around his armpit, and wrapped a long belt around his waist twice, tucked it up flat, taking care of the wound, not very tight, he approached and said: "You are unconscious At that time, I cleaned up your wounds, and your clothes were all rotten. There are only military uniforms here, and you definitely don’t want to wear them. This is my clothes on you, and it fits you very well.”

Zhou Lan felt that his brain was not enough. He couldn't figure out why the other party wanted to save him anyway, and his behavior was so polite that it could even be called gentle. He couldn't think of a clue, so he asked straightforwardly.

The other party's answer was also very straightforward, because of friendship.

It's so straightforward that it's unbelievable.

There was a knock on the door, and it was Teruo Yamashita in military uniform who came in, holding a tray firmly in his hand, with a few small dishes such as white rice and fried fish. He bent down and bowed his head, speaking a few words in Japanese with a respectful expression. Xin nodded, took the tray and signaled him to go out, Yamashita bowed in response, glanced at Zhou Lan out of the corner of his eye, that gaze stayed imperceptibly on the gorgeous blue kimono, and then backed away silently until he reached the door. Turn around and go out, closing the door gently without making a sound.

Sitting cross-legged, holding a bowl and chopsticks, Jinxin is in a position where he wants to feed Zhou Lan himself.Zhou Lan refused, holding the bowl in one good hand, enduring the pain in his hand, pinching the spoon to pick up the rice in his mouth, he was really hungry, he hadn't eaten for three or four days, he forgot to be hungry at first, but when he saw the food in his stomach, he felt hungry. He lost control with a thud, since Jinxin saved him, there was no need to poison him, so he decided to eat boldly, without worrying about the food, and he didn't know what he was eating for a long time.

Jinshin kept using chopsticks to pick up vegetables in his bowl. Back then, the person in front of him was still a baby, a baby who could only eat milk. In the past 20 years, Jinshin had dreamed countless times of his son eating, alive and well.

In the dream, he feeds him with his own hands.Thinking in his heart, revealing in his eyes, his eyes were gentle and kind, containing the most sincere and selfless emotions, Zhou Lan glanced over Wan Yan'er inadvertently, his heart moved inexplicably, and then he was shocked again.

Zhou Lan wasn't sure whether it was safe or not, so he didn't mention Du Yunfeng. As long as he recovered, he would have a chance to get out alive. He didn't believe in friendship. Since the other party didn't tell the truth, he didn't ask. It's real.

Before going to bed at night, Jinxin took out the two Brownings and the dagger that was originally hidden at Zhou Lan's ankles, laid them out one by one in front of Zhou Lan, and said calmly, "This is yours. With these, you can sleep soundly at night." Zhou Lan was skeptical, staring at the person, but quickly picked up the Browning in his hand, returned the magazine, looked down, and saw that the bullet was full.

Jinxin always has a smile on his face, using the patience taught by the elders to the younger generation: "But don't try to run out, your body is not good enough, this is a military camp, there are thousands of guns outside, don't be stupid."

"It's not worth it for you to detain me." Zhou Lan gathered the weapon behind him, leaned back against the wooden wall, and looked up. He thought about the other party only for money, and he said unhurriedly: " All my goods are here, I don’t have any more money, thank you for saving me, I don’t want the goods, but this is all my wealth and life, there is no more.” He covered his abdomen with his wounded hand, The hem of the blue kimono is fat, spread out like a fan, and pink blue blooms on the yellow tatami, which is simply dazzling under the light.

"I won't hold you back. You can go when your injury is healed." Jin Xin picked up the tray and walked towards the door without looking at Zhou Lan, and finally gently closed the door.

In the next few days, Jinxin delivered meals to Zhou Lan on time, brought a military doctor to check the wound, and took anti-inflammatory injections every morning and evening. The military doctor wore a white coat with a Japanese-style collar at the neckline, showing off the yellow military uniform. Zhou Lan was given the injection. At that time, Zhou Lan's eyes slanted over his shoulders coldly, staring at the red sun hat badge, without saying a word, Jinxin saw all of these.

Imanobu did all the things that the military doctor did not have to do. He was the one who changed the bandages on Zhou Lan's injured hand and abdomen.Zhou Lan was very resistant to the Japanese, but she needed a helper after all, so she silently accepted Imanobu's kindness.When the cold ointment was applied to the welts, Zhou Lan felt the care and politeness of the other's fingers.

Jinxin speaks casually and chats a few words.

At first, Zhou Lan didn't talk, just listened to the other party. However, he gradually discovered that the other party seemed to be an elegant scholar. He has been in China for thousands of years, talked about the past and the present, and discussed poetry. The other party was able to speak clearly and convincingly, but the occasional blunt Chinese would remind Zhou Lan that the person in front of him was not of his own race, and reminded Zhou Lan again and again that Du Yunfeng had said not to associate with the Japanese.

Jinxin doesn't care about Zhou Lan's indifference, and is always enthusiastic. He doesn't ask Zhou Lan anything, unless the other party says it himself. Most of the time, he talks about his appreciation of poetry, calligraphy and painting, and his infinite praise for the famous mountains and rivers he has passed. .

"China is so good, so you brought troops to grab it?" Zhou Lan couldn't help but ask, he decided to find out the other party's bottom, so it's not an option to keep him here so unsalty.

Jinxin sat cross-legged across from him, between the two of them was a wooden fish stone tea tray, Jinxin was straining out the first brewed tea, it was rare for Zhou Lan to open his mouth, and Jin Xin moved his confidence, but he continued his movements quietly, Thinking about how to start this topic properly.

His son is very smart, just like he was back then, and he is not a fool. This makes him happy and makes him afraid of difficulties, but more importantly, he is happy.

He didn't answer Zhou Lan's question directly, but put a warm teacup into Zhou Lan's hand, and then talked about his family background unsuspectingly.

"Jinshin, is the surname of a samurai family, and has a 300-year history with China," said Jinshin slowly, while holding up a cup of tea in an inviting gesture and smiling, a small white porcelain cup with rows of celadon glaze Poetry, Jinxin's eyes are soft, as if staring at a teacup, but he doesn't seem to be there.

He was born in Mito, a city in eastern Japan. At the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, the famous anti-Qing scholar Zhu Shunshui fled to Japan after failing to restore the Ming Dynasty. He made a living by teaching and lecturing. Zhu Shunshui's broad and profound knowledge, thoughts, and calligraphy made people obsessed. He became a guest of the Jinxin family, talking about the past and the present. Every generation has traces of having traveled to China. They traveled across the sea to bring back poems, paintings and porcelain, and became well-known local China hands.

"I met Dr. Sun when I was 16 years old. I was attracted by his patriotic enthusiasm and great mind." Jin Xin continued. At that time, Xingzhong Society was very famous in Kyoto, Japan, and many people joined this organization. A few years after the government was overthrown, China underwent great changes and the Beiyang government was established. Out of admiration for Dr. Sun and yearning for Chinese civilization, he traveled across the ocean to places that had appeared countless times in his family's books.He has been to the precipitous Huashan Mountain and the roaring Yellow River. He has never seen such a beautiful hometown before, "I love this country more than you think!" Jinxin received the eyes of memories, and warmed up the cup of tea.

"But not everyone knows how to cherish it." He began to answer Zhou Lan's question, his eyes were tentative, and he continued: "Young man, you sell opium, do you know that people who smoke will become weaker and weaker? How painful is it to break opium?"

"I know, I've smoked it." Zhou Lan didn't expect the other party's conversation to change suddenly.

Jin Xin was also taken aback, because Zhou Lan didn't look like a heavy smoker, so he said seriously, "Don't smoke!"

"Stop doing"

Jin Xin nodded, sat back down again, felt a little relieved, and continued: "Our army has never been allowed to smoke opium, otherwise it will be dealt with strictly according to the military law, which will weaken the combat effectiveness. You just asked me if this place is good, so our army can't take opium. Come and grab, we didn’t grab anything. Manchukuo was established, and the people were still people. We built factories and mines, and a large number of expatriates came to live here. As long as the people are obedient, and we can prosper together, in a few decades, the Manchurian Congress will be very A good place must be better than Guannei.”

Zhou Lan frowned. He didn't know how to describe Jinxin. The tone of the other party's speech was very sincere, as if the so-called love for this country was sincere. He replied coldly: "So you can handle it at will. The gunmen came to rob? The territory, the mine, our mine was occupied by the Japanese.”

Jinxin smiled and shook his head. He didn't expect to convince the other party with a few words. Today, Zhou Lan was willing to ask him face to face. This is an improvement. As for the content of the conversation, he believes that the future will last forever If you wear it, you have weaknesses. If you find it and catch it, you won't be able to escape - he is an expert in this regard.

"When the Manchus entered the customs, they were regarded as a foreign race, and the Han people also resisted. Later, the so-called Kangxi and Qianlong prosperity appeared, and 300 years of peace passed." Jinxin said casually, not in an argumentative tone.

Zhou Lan was speechless for a while.

The water on the small stove next to it was boiling again, bubbling and bubbling, Jinxin added water to the teapot, made a pie indifferently, took the empty teacup from Zhou Lan's hand, and touched the other party with his fingers. Warm palm, he wanted to hold that hand very much, but he didn't show the slightest nostalgia in his actions. He added: "This topic is not good. I don't like fighting and killing, and I don't like dead people. Between friends It's not appropriate to talk about that."

A cup of warm tea was stuffed back into Zhou Lan's hand.

Imanobu's politeness and gentleness make it impossible to be hostile, but only warm if he wants to. If he is not Japanese, Zhou Lan feels that the two will be friends at first sight.He took care of Zhou Lan meticulously and did his best.

Zhou Lan can already stand up by herself, and walk slowly in the room. Her knee, which was swollen like a steamed bun, is still bruised, but it is not swollen, but she can't walk fast. It seems that a knife is gouging out the joint.

He wanted to get better soon, so he insisted on walking around the house, with his waist bent, the burns under his ribs hurt day and night, burning hot, a triangular piece of red rotten meat, the original skin was burnt and fell off, and the new growth The meat was still dripping with blood a few days ago.Fortunately, the anti-inflammatory drugs were used frequently, and the wound did not fester, and it continued to heal.

The more impatient he was, the more accidents would happen. He tried to stand up straight several times, but it was like a piece of fabric was missing from his clothes. Normally, after trying to stand upright a few times, the triangular wound was forced to be pulled open, the blood flowed out again unstoppably, and the bandage was soaked red several times before he gave up helplessly.

Jinxin tried to persuade him a little bit, but he didn't force it. He just put his arms around him as much as he could, and let him move freely. The range of activities was wider. He got out of a few tatami rooms and stood on the balcony on the third floor. Downstairs to the neat barracks and the occasional squad of soldiers, the team is neat, the posture of holding the gun is uniform, the dispatch is frequent but not chaotic, and they look well-trained.

But in Zhou Lan's view, these people are yellow-skinned and yelling slogans in a thick voice, similar to wild animals. Back then, he was chased by devils at the foot of Black Eagle Mountain in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and he escaped like a ghost or a ghost. Unexpectedly, now He fell into the hands of the devils again, and was tortured until he couldn't straighten his waist. These Japanese devils would make trouble with him every time, robbing him of his things, and wanting his life.

Annoyed in his heart, but unable to resist, he gritted his teeth secretly, caressed the wound under his ribs, and planned to take a breath of fresh air before going back. Jinxin's hand was put on his arm at the right time, with a hugging posture in the support, Zhou Lan I have gotten used to it in the past few days, so I don't feel very disgusted. He now has all his clothes, food and rice from Jinxin.

As soon as he turned around, Zhou Lan's gaze stayed on a row of bungalows in the distance. The windows of the bungalows were covered with bricks, but the big dark red iron door was wide open. It was a warehouse, and a team of Japanese soldiers were moving ingredients into it. , The iron gate is very large, and Zhou Lan saw the opium bag.

His opium, once his, he recognized.

The fleeting possessiveness in his eyes dissipated with the movement of frowning. Of course, what kind of character Imanobu has captured this information accurately.

Jinxin is patient, but he knows that Zhou Lan is not a young child who can be coaxed to him if he is nice to him. He needs the right bait to hook the other party, and if necessary, he can use both soft and hard tactics to get his son back.Zhou Lan spent five days with his wounds. He is young and in good health. He is recovering well. In another month or so, he will be a good person. At that time, he can't point a gun at the other party and stay, let alone use a gun. He can't bear to have less hair.

"Let's make a deal," Jinxin said suddenly at dinner, he and Zhou Lan had three meals a day with Zhou Lan, eating Chinese food, the other party was not handy, so he had to use a spoon to eat, Jinxin chopsticks, specially Pick the other person's favorite dish, and he will add it in time as soon as the bowl over there is empty.

Zhou Lan's long eyelashes flashed, he put down the bowl and chopsticks, and waited for several days, the main topic was coming, and the other party was going to show his cards.

"In the future, I will take a cut of the opium business." Jinxin said that Zhou Lan has never asked how his subordinates are doing these days, which shows that he doesn't care about people, he doesn't care about people, does he care about money?With Zhou Lan's glance today, Jinxin seems to understand something.

Zhou Lan said calmly, "How much?"

"Three percent"

Zhou Lan's heart stabilized for a moment, and he planned to hold his life in the palm of others, but the other party had no choice but to take the opportunity to open his mouth, eat dry and wipe clean without spitting out bones, but the result was only [-]%.He thought so in his heart, but on the surface his face sank: "I'm afraid not."

Jinxin was a bit surprised, he didn't want much, he was afraid that the hook would be too big and it would scare the fish away, he suspected for a moment that Zhou Lan might not love money so much, and he had misjudged himself, he fell silent, thinking The next step is to look for bait again, or to bargain.

"I can't give you everything." Zhou Lan pressed the tatami with one hand, and sat back a little, but his eyes did not leave Jinxin. He continued: "All the goods are deducted by you, I have no money." He said It is indeed true, [-]% is not a problem, but he has too much goods deducted, and all the hard-earned money he and Du Yunfeng have spent in the past six months have been spent in it. Not to mention a dozen or so people, without this batch of goods, the mountains and rivers will be exhausted, and those who make small troubles will not be able to make a fortune.

Zhou Lan's words have a clear meaning.

Jin Xin became more at ease, and the fish began to bite the bait. He wanted to let the other party continue to taste the deliciousness of this bait. He promised that he could use his connections in the army to let Zhou Lan take away half of the goods, and the other half as punishment. Joining the Kwantung Army, "You fought stubbornly for two days and killed several soldiers, isn't it fair?" Imanobu said kindly.

The corners of Zhou Lan's mouth twitched slightly, and a smile passed over his big beautiful eyes. He was finally relieved. These days, he was worried about what kind of tricks the other party was going to play. It turned out that it was nothing more than money.At this moment, he thinks that he understands the other party, a sense of security comes along, and he relaxes. He turns his mind and thinks about it. He suddenly approaches Jinxin and talks with the other party with a smile. If the other party satisfies him The last condition is to close the deal.

"Unless you let me kill him, there's no need to talk about it!" Zhou Lan raised

"Who?"

Zhou Lan stopped talking, tried to sit up straight, and the injured finger pointed to her rib.Zhou Lan’s every business deal is not a small amount. If the conditions are fulfilled, Jinxin will receive a large sum of money. If the other party really loves money, what is a life? There is a beautiful smile on his face - this is the first time he has smiled these days, and Jin Xin's heart melts when he sees it, this child is so beautiful when he smiles.

Jinxin agreed without hesitation. Over the years, countless lives have been in his hands. What is the fate of a small officer? It's his son, the little baby who was taken away at the beginning, and who I haven't hugged or kissed enough.

In Zhou Lan's eyes, the other party's happiness is all about love for money. He thought to himself, how could he come to save me with just one phone call, friendship?To hell with it.

"In order to have a happy cooperation, let's replace wine with tea and have a toast." Jinxin's suggestion was responded to, whether it was forced by reality or really reluctant to part with the batch of opium, Zhou Lan half-pushed and half-heartedly got on the same boat with the other party—— He can't be without money, he doesn't want to be bullied, let alone his relatives around him suffer because of money.

It has become a community of interests, and Jinxin’s other suggestions sound good. Jinxin’s power is in Tianjin, and he can guarantee the safety of goods within Rehe in the future, but after entering the customs and on the territory of the Kwantung Army, his hands will be It can't be extended that long.The Kwantung Army in Manchuria was watching, and the bandits along the way were watching. Zhou Lan's troops now totaled more than ten people, even if they had guns in their hands, they were alone.

So he made a pertinent suggestion to Zhou Lan. The security team in Fengtian City is a good helper that can be used. He can exert pressure from Japan to integrate Zhou Lan's people. Jinxin said sincerely: "Those people of yours I have seen it before, it is a caravan, it is better to say it is an inconspicuous banditry, you have money, but you have no power."

Zhou Lan doesn't care about officials, merchants and bandits, but in his heart he admits that Jin Xin's words are right. He has money but no power, and he can buy whatever he wants, but when he meets bandits or soldiers, he is a talent in business. Don't say it doesn't make sense, life is a matter of blinking.He wants to live, to live well, and has no other choice.Today's letter is not a tree, Zhou Lan doesn't need to take advantage of him, he is at best a matchmaker, with this light, he can get the security team, the business can grow bigger with security, and if the pie grows, it will be divided into [-]% It's no big deal, Zhou Lan's calculations are clear.

But Jiang is still old and spicy, and Jinxin's calculations are bigger and farther than his. He doesn't want to directly control Zhou Lan. At this moment, Zhou Lan has unknowingly boarded the same boat with him. In the future, there will be big winds and waves, and we will inevitably help each other in the same boat, so there is no rush.

As soon as his heart fell to the ground, Zhou Lan knew exactly what he should do. He was safe and could find Du Yunfeng.