chaotic world

Once the title of traitor is carried on its back, it cannot be taken off, let alone a "big traitor".

Zhou Lan's face was sullen, but his attention didn't stay long on the name traitor itself, he just couldn't figure it out, how could anyone know about such a secret meeting, and it happened to take a picture of it?

You know, there are many people who are traitors these days. Leaving aside the name itself, which one of those officials, Fu Jia, didn't secretly engage in "connecting with foreign countries"?No tricks, the business is done?

Not to mention those big officials of the Nanjing government, which one has no overseas assets?It's just that he doesn't come out on his own, and all the lines under his command are inextricably linked with foreign countries.Not to mention the United States and Britain, even in such an embarrassing situation with Japan, the national government has not declared war.

The three provinces in the Northeast are gone, and no guns have been fired. This is not a traitor.

He, Zhou Lan, "how can he be capable", can he carry the banner of "traitor"?

But what really caused Zhou Lan a headache was not the title, nor the "50", but the fact that his way back to the customs was blocked.

He is in Tianjin, and he still has a whole family to take care of.

He is not afraid of death, but what about his mother?Dumb Uncle and Xiaomei are irresistible, but what about Yunhai?Will the sea of ​​clouds be affected, will it be in danger?

He regards Yunhai as his younger brother.Don't look at the monk's face, look at the Buddha's face... Yunfeng is gone, he can't let his brother have trouble again.

So back to the matter itself, who secretly put him together, and what benefit did this person get from it?

Zhou Lan's fingers unconsciously rubbed the corners of the newspaper, and he sat quietly at the dining table, his mind was spinning rapidly, but he couldn't come up with a clear reason for a while.

But in this directionless daze, he moved the security team up and down, chatted with He Si, and sorted out his thoughts.

"There are very few people who know about this." He Si stood beside him, lit a match, and lit a cigarette for Zhou Lan. This was Zhou Lan's third cigarette today. Battalion Commander Ma knows that you are going out to meet the Japanese, but no one else knows, and it’s no big deal if you see the Japanese. You don’t always go to the headquarters lately. Commander Ma knows that you are going to meet the Japanese, but in detail What he doesn't know."

Zhou Lan nodded lightly. When he was thinking deeply, he smoked heavily. The clouds and mist covered the mountains and mist. temples, looks pensive.

"I was the one who drove that day," He Si looked back at him frankly. If it was someone else, he might feel that he couldn't get rid of the suspicion after saying this sentence, but He Si didn't, and he didn't know where his confidence came from. He felt that Zhou Lan would not always doubt him easily, "I drove the car and stayed with you all the way. I was there when you exchanged contract checks with Mr. Yamada, but I never told anyone, including before and after the event. .”

Zhou Lan nodded slightly again, turned his head and lowered his eyes to draw closer to the ashtray, touched the cigarette butt with his index finger, and a small piece of ash fell into it, and he said, "I didn't doubt you."

When he said this, He Si felt a little uncomfortable. If the two of them didn't say anything, they would have passed without saying anything.What Zhou Lan said seemed to be deliberate.

on purpose,

Deliberately comfort each other.

You know I'm suspicious, but I don't doubt you, so don't be afraid.

He Si suddenly thumped in his heart.

He didn't know if Zhou Lan had noticed it, but when he was in a state of anxiety, he only heard Zhou Lan say: "The old horse's problem is not serious, and this matter is not good for him." He paused, and then said, "But I also Not too sure, you pay more attention to me, and Lao Zhao."

"Huh?" Zhou Lan looked at him, looking straight into his eyes with clear eyes.

"Understood." He Si replied in a low voice.Such an order is quite cryptic, so he doesn't have to answer in a high-key manner.

This is actually a kind of authorization. You are just a squad leader, but I authorize you to supervise those battalion commanders. They are my direct line and my backbone, but you have the right to supervise their every move.

——You are the person I trust more.

"If the problem is not in our regiment," Zhou Lan stubbed out the cigarette, and he finally figured out another direction. At the same time, He Si answered with a tacit understanding: "Then it is the Japanese."

That should be the question of this letter.

Zhou Lan guessed it right, these are all behind Jinxin's tricks.

At this moment, Imanobu is in the headquarters of the commander, refreshed and energetic. He has a deep temperament and is engaged in information and intelligence work. Can laugh out loud.

He has worked so hard for the empire for so many years, and he has received countless honors, but now even General Takashi Hishikari appreciates him, not to mention the appreciation from the local army headquarters.

Those are not just praises and affirmations, but for Imanobu Yaqing, the more important meaning is the true return of his flesh and blood—his son, approaching him step by step, infinitely approaching him, he believes that one day, eventually, His son would become a veritable imperial warrior, serving alongside him as the supreme emperor, carrying forward the samurai spirit of the Imanobu family.

He secretly admired from the bottom of his heart, how wise and correct he was in dealing with Du Yunfeng's matter, how wise and correct Yamashita Teruo's decisive shot was.

In the process of Zhou Lan getting closer to the Japanese side, Imanobu is impatient to add fuel to the flames.This process should be faster, not only faster, but also completely cut off Zhou Lan's thoughts of returning to the pass.

Through his intelligence channels, Jinshin contacted an American reporter after many setbacks. Of course, the person who contacted the American reporter was an "anti-war person". On the surface, the person was the owner of a hotel and used the "security team as lackeys" The information about "buying weapons from the Japanese to suppress the Chinese people" was "accidentally" leaked to the American reporter after drinking.

When Zhou Lan handed over the weapons to Jinxin's men that day, the place was in the box of the hotel. Everything was kept secret, but before entering the door, there was a brief ceremonial handshake, which was captured by the reporter who had already ambushed in the dark .

All the headlights in the corridor of the private room were turned on that day, and the reporter didn't even save the flash. Although the photo was a profile, it was very clear.

Zhou Lan couldn't figure out Jinxin's intention for a while, especially since he didn't feel any malice from Jinxin for a long time, except... except that he drove Du Yunfeng to a dead end.

Is Jinshin's friendliness only for money?This reason used to be plausible, but now it is far-fetched—what is the purpose of Jinshin giving him so many weapons and gradually turning his armed forces into Japanese minions?

Du Yunfeng is someone close to me, Zhou Lan. Why did the Kwantung Army headquarters make such a big move about his rebellion?Moreover, Du Yunfeng asked Zhou Lan that day:

"You threatened me with the Japanese?"

"Are the Japanese gods? News is better than rats. They got the news as soon as I shot and rebelled. They still have time to make an ambush and attack me."

What Du Yunfeng said at the time, Zhou Lan didn't think about it carefully in his desperation, but during countless sleepless nights, these words came to mind again and again.

Yeah, how can the Japanese be so fast.

On the cliff, Imanobu's life-threatening pounce was definitely not fake. Although Teruo Yamashita's shooting could be considered unavoidable, didn't he get some kind of instruction from Imanobu in advance?

Then, Zhou Lan thought:

Is there any connection between Jinxin's many times of kindness in taking care of himself and his extermination of Du Yunfeng?

Originally, in Zhou Lan's plan, Yamashita Teruo was certain to die, and the Japanese soldiers all over the mountains and plains would be buried with him.

So, now, should Jinxin be included in this death plan?

What is the origin of this letter?

The newspaper had been rubbed and curled up, the ink was not clean after all, so He Si reached out to fold the newspaper and put it in a kraft paper envelope.

Zhou Lan watched his movements thoughtfully, and suddenly interrupted him with a feeling, and another question popped up.

Who sent this "letter"?

"Check carefully," Zhou Lan approached the table, focusing on the eyes, "The person who sent me the letter will not just want to tell me the news, but must also want to tell me something."

"Okay." Upon hearing this, He Si immediately poured out the newspaper, shook the bag in the air, and checked the newspaper carefully when he saw that there was nothing left.

But there were no other man-made marks on the newspaper, and He Si didn't know English, so he didn't know how to start, so he felt a little anxious, and his hands moved eagerly.

"Don't worry." Zhou Lan didn't rush him. The more he looked for clues, the more he had to be patient, especially when there were so many questions, he must not get confused first.

Zhou Lan is always very quiet, and he doesn't panic about big things, just like when he makes big decisions, he doesn't show emotion or anger.

After being by his side for a long time, he will unconsciously calm down a lot——He Si, the young boy from back then, has grown from only knowing how to play cards, drinking and smashing kilns to learning to observe people calmly. If the person who attracted him was not Zhou Lan, If he hadn't been by Zhou Lan's side all year round, he might not be who he is today.

Those English contents were given to Zhou Lan to read. He Si concentrated on studying the thin envelope. It was just such a simple bag. I checked it inside and out several times, but found nothing special.

Zhou Lan glanced up at him while reading the newspaper, and reminded him: "Cut it open and look inside." After speaking, she put a small dagger on the table.

He Si didn't even see where the small dagger was pulled out from. Zhou Lan's movements were very casual, so it could be seen that he carried it with him. Judging from the location, it should be on his leg, most likely it was pinned in his ankle.

He carries his self-defense guy with him all the time.

The inside of the bag can be seen at a glance from the opening, but He Si picked up the dagger obediently. The small dagger was silver-white and very sharp. bend.

The envelope was torn open, but there was still nothing. He Si touched the inside, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Head" stopped his hand, he looked at Zhou Lan, "There seems to be something."

Zhou Lan immediately put down the newspaper, took the envelope, and looked at it against the sunlight from the window. There was nothing unusual. He touched it again, but the paper seemed a little slippery, so he carefully sniffed between his fingers.

"It's wax," he said.

He Si understood immediately, and hurried upstairs to the study room to get a bottle of ink, and took out another brush.

When she returned to the first floor, Zhou Lan had already gone to the small living room.

He Si entered the small living room, turned around and locked the door, and then went to close the curtains without Zhou Lan's orders. The curtains were made of thick corduroy and dark red, and the light in the bright small room was instantly dimmed.

Zhou Lan's heart was undoubtedly aroused by his series of actions. Zhou Lan turned on the desk lamp and carefully daubed the ink on the envelope, and the delicate handwriting written in white wax appeared.

"Come and see." Zhou Lan waved his hand.

He Si stood at the window in a lookout posture, but in fact he was afraid that Zhou Lan would not want him to read the content on the paper.

He hurriedly closed the gap between the curtains, walked to the desk, next to Zhou Lan, and saw clearly a short line of writing on the kraft paper.

"January [-]th, I'll wait for you at the place where I first met you!"

There is no signature, which means that Zhou Lan must be familiar with the handwriting.

He Si turned to look at him—there was a look in his eyes, which Zhou Lan understood.

He wanted to ask: Who is it?where?

Zhou Lan was noncommittal, but said softly, "I'll take you with me when the time comes."

There are still a few days left for the meeting, He Si thought, this person may meet right away because it is inconvenient, or he is not in Fengtian at all.

Zhou Lan didn't say who it was, so He Si didn't ask, but the more he didn't ask, the more his heart beat. Who is it in such a secret way?

Will it be Big Brother?

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly became empty.

But he didn't have time to think about it, Zhou Lan gave him a very private task, let him go to Tianjin.It is inconvenient for Zhou Lan to leave the customs now, and the "50" is definitely not a small amount. After entering the customs, maybe the "people with lofty ideals" will take him out, and he can't die.

At least not yet, when he finishes what he wants to do, it doesn't matter.

He Si's task to go to Tianjin is not complicated. It is to bring Zhou Lan's dumb uncle and Du Yunhai to Fengtian. They have to come in secret, and they must not let the Japanese or people in the pass know.

As for what they came to Fengtian for, He Si didn't know yet, so he just brought them here quietly.

If Zhou Lan didn't talk about many things, he wouldn't ask.

After all, he is already the closest person to Zhou Lan. After all, Zhou Lan trusts him in entrusting the whole task to him. Zhou Lan’s family in Tianjin has always been taken care of by Du Yunfeng himself. No one in the group knows the address and address. Details of family members.

Zhou Lan will use other people's family members as leverage in his hands, so he is naturally well versed in this, and will not let his own family members fall into the same situation.

He secretly wrote down the address of the Belgian Concession in his heart. On an ordinary morning, without driving his car, he disguised himself and came out from the side door of the security regiment. At first glance, he looked like a peddler delivering food. He went straight to the train station.

Song Shudong put the textbooks into the cloth bag and sent the last student away. He raised his legs and walked over the threshold.He has been in the small mountain village for a long time, since Jin Xiaoman got Du Yunfeng's order, he hid him very tightly, and took root in this village where people don't care about anyone.

Thinking of Jin Xiaoman, Song Shudong's eyes turned red.

That day he saw a car from the security team driving past, and Jin Xiaoman, who was tied up, knelt in the car.At the bottom of the cliff, as soon as the gun shot, he ran away in fright. He wanted to save Jin Xiaoman, but he didn't have the skills or the courage. Almost cried out loud.

He thought, I'm sorry Xiaoman, I can't save you.

He has no skills, and he doesn't know anything about manual work, but he can read and write, so he works as a small teacher in this small village.

Lock the wooden door of the ancestral hall, and his class for today will be over, he has to go home quickly, there is still a big living person at home.

Du Yunfeng survived from the gate of hell, with countless wounds on his body, thanks to his young body, he has a good foundation, his skin is healed, and he has left a lot of scars, but he is not disabled.

A broken brain is not a disability.

He was sober and sometimes confused. When he was sober, he could help chop firewood and cook. When he was in a daze, he slammed his head against the wall, causing the wall to fall down, and he would not stop when he was ashamed.

Song Shudong whispered in his ear countless times: "Brother Du, wake up, I'm Song Shudong!"

Staring at the glutinous rice that had been poured into his eyes for several days, he finally rolled his eyes, looked at Song Shudong and said, "Shudong!" He remained silent for the next few days.

Although he called out his name, he couldn't remember the past clearly.

Until one night, he was haunted by a nightmare, unable to wake up like a ghost pressing the bed, twisting and writhing in great pain, Song Shudong was woken up by him when he was sleeping next to him, and he looked like he was almost out of breath, so he Push him hard.

Du Yunfeng sat up straight and shouted, "Mu An."

Song Shudong also sat up and asked him what was wrong. Du Yunfeng turned his head to look at him with red eyes, and asked him, "Who is Mu An? I'm in so much pain here."

He clutched his heart tightly, choking even for breathing.

It is said that when He Si arrived in Tianjin City, this was the first time in his life that he left the customs.

In the previous 20 years of wandering, he lived happily and in a daze—because he was always rejoicing, he seemed in a daze, and because he was in a daze all the way, he could always be happy.

Fengtian is the largest city he has ever stayed in. When he first came down from Black Eagle Mountain, he was dazzled. He felt that there were too many people and cars in Fengtian City, which made him always want to dodge and live in a panic.However, he has a flexible temperament, he will panic when he is flustered, but he is not ashamed of himself, and he will soon be able to integrate himself into his new life in a different way.

When he first had a car, he volunteered to learn to drive, and asked a few good friends to push the Cheng family's big car out of the gate, so he dared to practice back and forth in the spacious yard outside, stop and go.

He has a good idea in his heart, as long as he doesn't knock down the house or knock down people, the eldest brother and the military adviser will not make things difficult for him, so when others are stationed in the Cheng family compound and are busy fighting for territory, grabbing delicious food and fun, he will start Mastered a technique.

It is also a technology that can be closer to the big brother and the military advisor.

Later, when someone found out that driving was a good job, and he could go out with his eldest brother and military adviser to meet the world, eat delicious food and drink spicy food, He Si's car was already driving steadily and well, and the passengers had already gotten used to him at the helm.

This kind of unsharp effort, silent shrewdness, is an innate character, and it is also the good luck of the journey to survive.

He was a posthumous child, his parents were baby relatives since he was a child, his father married his mother before he left the village, a pair of childhood sweethearts, they separated before they were hot enough.When he was very young, he vaguely remembered what his mother said, that his father was going to study in Peiping, and he planned to stay at Beiping's house when he finished his studies, and then take her mother there. It was not peaceful for a while, and his father was hit on the back of the head by the military police during sex once, and he never woke up again.Her mother suddenly became a widow, and was greatly stimulated. She died a few years after giving birth to the baby.He Si lacked meticulous care and poor nutrition since he was a child. He was black and thin, very unremarkable, and after a few years with his grandmother, he completely lost his relatives.

He has his own family, a house, and a little dog, but he has no relatives.

The people in the village are kind-hearted, and seeing him as pitiful, they donate some food every now and then.

Of course, there are also those who have a bad heart, and they bully him to be helpless.

Relying on alms from others is always hungry and full. When he was seven or eight years old, he went to the tree to dig out bird nests to make tooth sacrifices. In summer, grasshoppers and dragonflies, as well as foreign peppers on the acacia tree, he ate as soon as he picked up the flame. I like spring the most, when the elm trees are all over the mountains and plains, washed and steamed pancakes are delicious and sweet.

There is always food that he can find throughout the year, and he knows exactly where the wild fruits grow. He survived even the most difficult winter. When others made holes in the river, he went up to help collect the nets. To get some benefits, or simply wait for others to leave, and then throw out the torn nets he sewed and mended. After a large school of fish has passed, there will always be sporadic catches. If he is not full, he will not starve to death.

No matter how poor or hungry he was, he never stole chickens or dogs. He always remembered that someone in this village was kind to him and gave him a bite to eat when he was hungry.He also vaguely remembered that his mother said that his father was a well-educated person, he could not steal, let alone rob.

Until one day, he was looking for his little local dog everywhere, he ran around all afternoon, calling at the top of his voice, until he smelled a strange aroma of barbecue, he had a very bad premonition, He ran all the way to a large sandpit by the river at the west end of the village.

The big sandpit was the ruins where villagers dug mud to build houses. The pit was quite big, but not too deep. A few wild children from the village were surrounding a stove that was randomly built by stones, and there were vertical and horizontal poplar branches on it.

On the branch of the poplar tree, his little dog was ripe.

He yelled and rushed down, ran over like crazy, and even stepped on the discarded dog's intestines.

He yelled, "You stole my dog, why did you steal my dog?" While wrestling with the group of children, he was too thin, and was pressed to the bottom by a group of people in a short while. Whoever it was, they all greeted him anyway.

Before leaving, the group of children happily pissed on him, and then went back to each house to eat with laughter all the way.

……

He shrank into a ball, not knowing whether it was the cool autumn wind or the coldness in his heart, he kept shaking, and when the tears dried up, he finally stopped shaking, lying on his back in the smell of urine, looking at the endless night sky, starlight Shining, the Milky Way pierces the sky, he even thought out of bounds: The sky and the earth are also big, so big that I am the only one lying here!

He climbed to the side of the stone stile, picked up the scythe, and set up a small fire, and the smell of meat filled the air again.

He tore at the small corpse expressionlessly, but put the spit out bones piece by piece into his tattered pocket.

He ate the dog meat that had passed the test like chewing wax, and asked himself silently while eating, why do I have no parents?Why can't I even protect a dog?Why are good people beaten to death if they don't steal or rob?

Thinking about it, his eyes grew ten years older.

That night, there was a small dirt bag in the small weedy yard of his house, because it was too small, it was inconspicuous at all, and in front of the dirt bag was a broken pot, which was the dog's favorite bowl .

The next morning, there was a heavy autumn rain. After the rain, dirty muddy water accumulated in the basin, but no one took care of it. The emaciated and dark child in the village disappeared since then.

The city of Tianjin is really big, much bigger than Fengtian. All the trains entered the city, and it took a long time before they entered the station.He Si was wearing a dusty black wool jacket and trousers, which were not fashionable, but neat and tidy.Stepping on the train steps and stepping on the platform, he thought, this is Greater Tianjin.

Walking out of the steamy station, He Si raised his eyes to look at the big clock on the top floor of the station. It was past eight o'clock in the morning, and the train was much ahead of schedule.In the crowded crowd, he walked with big strides, while observing his surroundings calmly. He has been running around all the time in the past few years.

No one followed him, and he was very careful all the way, even keeping his eyes half closed during the turbulent train overnight.

According to the address he kept in mind, he came to the Belgian Concession area, and it was not difficult to find. The house was on the border of the concession, with an ordinary style on the second floor. He knew that with the strength of Zhou Lan and Du Yunfeng, he could buy a much more luxurious house than this. In comparison, this small building surrounded by a five-foot wall is really too low-key.

He rang the bell at the door and waited silently. He thought, this is his home.