chaotic world

Chapter 54

Abandoning He Si, Zhou Lan went straight to the security squad, the head on the window disappeared instantly, and when Zhou Lan entered the room, he had already lined up automatically.

No one looked at him, he went straight to Li Guosheng, to be precise, he went straight to Li Guosheng's waist, pulled it out and left.

Today I went to Xunfangli to meet Tang Junquan, to express my position, and to dispel my worries, Zhou Lan didn't bring any weapons, otherwise He Si would not have survived to this day.

Seeing him coming out of the guard class aggressively with a gun in his hand, He Si thought, "It's over."

Everyone was dumbfounded. Captain Zhou is famous for his bad temper, but adhering to the principle of "a gentleman uses a gun but not a hand", he has always been clean and quick, and rarely chases after him without grace.He completely ignored his image today. Although he beat He Si half to death, everyone could tell that the leader was very angry, but he probably didn't intend to kill him.

The situation is different now, they are in the room, and they don't know what He Si said just now, which angered the group leader.

Li Guosheng rushed out regardless of the order.

He knew that their group leader Zhou never used guns to scare people, and it was true that they used guns.

"Commander," he shouted, not daring to stop him forcibly, but ran ahead, furiously, "Commander, what did Captain He do wrong? You have a lot of adults, give him a chance, He has no credit but hard work, how much do you..."

Zhou Lan raised his gun and pointed it at his head, "Stop talking nonsense?"

At such a close distance, Captain Zhou beat him as if he was playing, and Li Guosheng only felt that half of his head was numb.

"If you die, I will fulfill you." Zhou Lan bumped away from Li Guosheng, and turned to look at He Si at his feet.

Because he only parried but did not fight back, the other party had already been beaten to death by him. Zhou Lan could see the fear in He Si's eyes.

But fear never moved him.

□□Aiming at the opponent's forehead, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Li Guosheng's gun is insured, he is always around the head of the team, he must be careful not to go off the hook.

And it was this small safety measure that gave He Si time to live.

"Leader," He Si trembled, he didn't dare to call Mu An anymore, he really didn't dare, "Leader, don't kill me."

Zhou Lan stared at him for a second, but did not change his mind, and impatiently opened the insurance.

Cold and emotionless.

It was too late to say it, but it was too late, the desire to survive overcame everything, and He Si quickly and accurately reached out his hand and grabbed the trigger.

At the same time, he also felt Zhou Lan's determination and no hesitation in pulling the trigger.

"Headman..." He Si's tone softened, and there was pleading color in his eyes, "If you shoot, I will die."

Zhou Lan frowned slightly, telling the truth, telling jokes?

Inexplicable, can you not die by shooting?

Holding the trigger tightly, He Si didn't dare to relax in the slightest. Zhou Lan really knew how to raise a knife and drop it when he was distracted for a moment. not coming."

A sentence that can't be more obvious.

There is nothing touching, a bad reason, a begging for mercy without any scheming.

But this was He Si's first reaction, he was what he wanted to say the most.

As for the subtext, he didn't think about it himself.

If I don't come back, I will never see you again.

I haven't seen enough of you yet.

However, after Zhou Lan stared at him for a while, he suddenly became a little shaken, and suddenly a voice in his heart repeated: When a person dies, he will never come back.

never come back.

never to be seen again.

His finger was hooked on the trigger, without any intention of relaxing, but his heart was like an old wall being blown by the warm and humid south wind that contained human moisture, and the mottled wall skin fell silently, although there was no earth-shattering. Shaking, but also faintly revealing the original color.

It's not that he was born with such a lack of human nature, insensitive to life and death, but he was bullied a lot, and he was unwilling to reconcile. He learned the ruthless methods of cutting grass and roots at a young age.

When a person can't guarantee his own food and clothing, will he pity others for their poor life?When he didn't even care about his own life so much, how could other people's lives be precious in his eyes.

He has killed too many people, done too many evils, and has never regretted it.

It is very simple that a person cannot be resurrected after death, but he may not have really realized it deeply.Because, he doesn't care about many people, those other people are dead when they die, it's no big deal if their bones are smashed and their flesh is rotten, and they disappear into ashes.

Those people and things, compared with his life, seemed to have never existed.

until,

Du Yunfeng was gone.

until,

He Si said that if I die, I will never come back.

Things and truths were suddenly linked together in his heart, and the phrase "a person who dies cannot be brought back to life" had a vivid meaning in his heart.

It's a life, he thought, a life to live, too easy to shoot, too hard to bring alive.

These thoughts are only for a moment.

He Si's hand holding the barrel of the gun was shaking, and he didn't know if it was cold. He felt that Zhou Lan would shake off his hand at any time, so he just shot him as usual.

"Brother Mu'an!" There was a muffled cry from upstairs, followed by a slapping sound.

Du Yunhai patted on the windows on the third floor. The building of the regiment headquarters is a Russian-style three-story building. It is very solid and practical. The windows are double-layered. Glass.

Seeing Zhou Lan looking up at him, he hurried down the stairs. When he rushed out of the gate, he threw away his leather slippers and ran barefoot into the snow, hugging Zhou Lan's arm, "Mu Brother An, what are you doing, what's wrong with Squad Leader He, why are you pointing a gun at him."

He Si felt that the power on the trigger suddenly disappeared, and then the power to hold him disappeared. He fell down in the snow, and all the strength in his body disappeared instantly. His last feeling was really cold, and his heart was so cold. It's freezing.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zhou Lan threw the gun to Li Guosheng, and dragged the barefooted Du Yunhai into the room with strides, as if he was still complaining that he didn't know the cold.

Didn't even look at him again.

When the heads of the security squad surrounded him, he felt his body lighten up, and he just flew into the air, and then he didn't know anything.

Zhou Lan's heart quickly returned to calm, so that when the orderlies came in and out, he thought of He Si, and suddenly felt that it didn't matter if there was no death, and this matter could pass.

To put it bluntly, it will do without He Si.

As always, no problem.

He didn't care much about food, clothing, housing and transportation, not to mention the things in his heart were piled up like a mountain, and he couldn't care less about the inconspicuous things of food and daily life.

A person who is running towards death, will he care about the trivialities of the rest of his life?

Just like sleepwalking, he has always been separated from the real world by a layer, and those trivial matters of dressing and eating do not share his sensory nerves at all.

Until a few days later, he went out because of the cigarette business. Li Guosheng was not proficient in the business, and the charcoal and wood boxes were put out late, and the car was not warmed up. Zhou Lan had a cold and a runny nose.

He stayed up late at night to work on the security team, and when he was gnawing on steamed stuffed buns for supper and drawing the defense map in his memory, Du Yunhai happened to be hungry, so he picked up another to eat, and then "woke him up" with an oops.

"Brother Mu'an, your steamed stuffed bun is so cold that you could beat a dog. Do you still eat it?" Du Yunhai slumped on the sofa in his pajamas, "If you throw it out, Huniu Qiaoniu won't pick it up."

"What are you talking about?" Zhou Lan was annoyed and funny, and then he put down his pen, as if he was eating a half-sized bun for the first time, "It's a bit cold, I didn't notice it just now."

"I know why you are getting thinner and thinner." Du Yunhai threw the buns back on the plate and rang the bell for Zhou Lan. "I want to eat bergamot cakes filled with jujube paste, why don't you lend me some?"

"Small stuff," Zhou Lan smiled, and stuffed the unfinished map into the drawer, "I'll ask the cooking class to make it for you. I don't guarantee it's delicious in Tianjin, but it's sure to be jujube paste."

When the sleepy-eyed orderly ran up, Zhou Lan changed into another face in an instant, "What are you doing to eat? It's so cold for supper, will you still do things?"

"Head, I was wrong." The little orderly had a good attitude, apologized first, then glanced at Baozi, and said a little aggrieved: "But the leader Baozi is not a supper, it is... yesterday's..., today's supper It's warming in the pot, and you didn't order it, thinking that you have no appetite..."

"Don't wait for me to call," Zhou Lan said angrily, "Do I still have to say sorry to you?"

The little orderly rubbed the hem of his trousers, feeling aggrieved and justified, but the orderly ones were all Jiling children, so he immediately admitted his mistake, "Head, I'm not good, it's my first time delivering supper, I didn't think carefully, don't you Get angry, I'll bring you and Young Master Yunhai a new one right away."

Du Yunhai was easy to talk, so he comforted the little soldier a few words, and asked him who used to be in charge of supper.

Xiao Bing was a little reluctant to speak, and looked up at Zhou Lan: "It's Squad Leader He, but Squad Leader He is now..."

"Why are you talking so much?" Zhou Lan scolded in a low voice, "Get out."

Du Yunhai waved his hand, he didn't want any snacks anymore, he just said to make some porridge, he turned to Zhou Lan and said don't be so serious, the soldiers are teenagers and children, they seem to be quite afraid of you.

Zhou Lan was so busy that she didn't pay attention to He Si's whereabouts.

It was the coldest time in winter, and he was making various preparations for the grand viewing ceremony in the beginning of spring.

It was a festive ceremony for the Japanese to boost morale, and it was bound to be solemn and grand. In this grand ceremony, he wanted to set off an even grander, earth-shattering fireworks, bringing countless lives and turning it into a A gorgeous, belated farewell.

The price of seeing him off would be very high, and it would take his own life to be safe.

But it's nothing, his life, in his own opinion, is very precious, but it doesn't matter.

Once precious, he would rather kill many lives than sacrifice a hair of his own.

However, Du Yunfeng is gone, and his life has gone to another extreme. As long as the goal of revenge can be achieved, he can give up anything. He can also give up his life, he doesn't care.

His time is running out.

A person who doesn't even want his own life has nothing to care about. The only thing he cares about is the few relatives who have no blood relationship.

His mother, dumb uncle, sea of ​​clouds...

The dumb uncle is old, and the family can only rely on Yunhai in the future. I hope he can be like his brother, a real man, able to take care of the family.

As for herself, Zhou Lan often thinks in the dead of night that the only thing that can help them, leave them with him, and help their lives even after he is wiped out, is probably only money.

He has been in the tobacco and soil business for so many years, and he has accumulated countless money.

However, the "cooperation" with Masaharu Imanobu has always been "protected", and financial actions must not be completely free.

A large amount of assets is stored in Jincheng Bank, which is a bank opened by the Japanese. It was not Zhou Lan's original intention to put the money here, but he had to bow his head because he was outside the customs. He had no choice but to put it in the Japanese bank.

The flow of funds in the business is basically a check. Now Zhou Lan wants to transfer most of his property to his family. It is simple in theory, but it is not feasible in practice.

First of all, the large amount of asset flow will attract the attention of the Japanese. He is now in the early stage of arranging the memorial dance ceremony, and any big move by him will easily arouse the vigilance of the Japanese.

Moreover, the bank's check is only valid under normal circumstances. After the "Big Fireworks" is over, the Bank of Japan will immediately freeze his assets. At that time, the check in Yunhai's hand will be a piece of waste paper.

Zhou Lan, who was thinking about it, started to act before Uncle Dumb and Du Yunhai arrived in Fengtian. Fortunately, Jardine Matheson Co., Ltd., which he was in the tobacco business with, was opened by a British, so he made use of this to make a fuss.

In private, he greeted Lu Baichen in Tianjin, and in the name of expanding business, he worked hard to stockpile goods, and the bank checks went to Jardine Matheson Bank as a matter of course.In order to hide the eyes and ears of the Japanese, part of the money was indeed purchased for tobacco, part was stored in the Haihe warehouse, and part was gradually entered into the Fengtian market.

There is also a part of the funds that are under the name of Mr. Lu. When Du Yunhai goes to raise them, Mr. Lu, a "business savvy", will naturally release the money after leaving [-]% ​​of his "hard work fee".

That Mr. Lu is a money fanatic, he rushed to do this kind of costless business, and he was afraid that Zhou Lan would find someone else.

Although Zhou Lan's assets will shrink, after all, he bypassed the surveillance of the Japanese, allowing his hard-earned money for so many years to go to his family.

And he wasn't worried about Lu Baichen playing tricks. The Tianjin Lu family had been a well-behaved businessman in his previous life. Courageous, he didn't dare to provoke a person like Zhou Lan who does business with a knife and a gun.

Except for the money in the bank, with Zhou Lan's suspicious personality, he would not keep all the money in one place. In Fengtian Rolling's business, he kept his hard-earned money in the bank vault under the adjutant's building.

It’s just that the military tickets issued by the Japanese can only be used outside the customs. When they leave the customs, they are waste paper, and ignition is not as good as waste newspapers. Paper military tickets are exchanged for hard currency recognized all over the world.

He used arms trading to exchange some gold bars from the bank. In order to deceive people, he exchanged them privately through his subordinates. The amount should not be too large, which would attract people's attention.

In addition to banks, ordinary people also have old goods in their hands. The security team is so aggressive, it is normal to search for some, sell and buy some by force.

As for the gold mine in which he holds a stake, he can't make up his mind.

He wanted to make it look like he had no intention of playing gold with the Japanese - with gold, his purpose was too obvious.

Lately he has had his eye on goldsmiths' shops, large and small, in the city.

This matter cannot be done on a large scale, not only for fear of the Japanese noticing it, but also for fear of our own people knowing it.

The Japanese were outside, and there was a layer of security guards separated by him. He tried his best to coax the Japanese into a comfortable place, and it was still safe for the time being.

He is afraid that bad things will happen to his own people before things happen.There was a disturbance on his side, and there was no guarantee that someone in the security team would notice and turn their elbows outward.

Although he governs by means of thunder, there must be brave men under heavy rewards, and there are greedy people everywhere.

Zhou Lan pushes himself and others, and feels that there is no reliable person.

I was anxious, but my movements were steady.

It can only be distributed to several people to exchange, and they are not allowed to exchange news with each other.

Even so, he is not at ease, but he himself has a bigger goal, and he can only do it in such a secret way under balance.

The more you guard against the Japanese, the more you have to keep an eye on the Japanese's movements.He knew the way from the security regiment to the Fengtian headquarters of the Kwantung Army Command better than he did back home, and it was normal for him to enter the palace three times a day.

Jinxin trusts him very much, he enters the office as soon as he says, and the confidential secretary has become familiar with it, and gradually no longer communicates it. When he comes, he goes in familiarly.

Occasionally, Jinxin was not there, and the confidential secretary would leave him to wait in the living room. There were too many times, and Jinxin also instructed the secretary not to stop him.

Jinxin is suspicious because of his professional nature in information intelligence.

However, Zhou Lan is even better, it is not acquired, but rather like his innate nature, brought from the womb.

He doesn't move or look around at the things in the office. He doesn't need any additional information now. As long as the ceremony of the sacrificial dance is held as scheduled, his last wish can be fulfilled.

Those confidential information about dispatching troops would be priceless treasures if they were given to the Nanjing government, but they were worthless to Zhou Lan, so he didn't think about those information at all.

Whether this country is good or bad, whether it is strong or destroyed, has never been related to him.

Therefore, those defense plans mixed with true and false, various arms information, personnel transfer orders, and seemingly accidental revealing of a few words, Jinxin has done a lot of planning behind the scenes, various tests and traps.

However, Zhou Lan couldn't see the news at all, he didn't even read it, let alone leak it.

Jinxin had to admit that Zhou Lan really had no heart after countless times of absolutely secret temptations.

The sun shines into the warm room from the tall windows, and rows of panes are projected on the red floor. The shadows of those panes hit Zhou Lan's body, fresh and bright.

Zhou Lan took off his military cap, and raised his hand to arrange the hair on his forehead casually.

He has long hair on the front of his forehead, combing his five fingers back. He has a high-spirited back hair. If he can get a little fatter, he will be a very healthy and handsome officer.

Holding the hat in the other hand, the badge of the hat just reflected the sunlight, making Shinshin Yaqing squint her eyes.

Zhou Lan looked out of the big window, as if feeling Jinshin's gaze, he looked back slightly sideways, and the collar badge was also revealed, shining brightly in the warm winter sun, and he gave him a smiling side face.

Those shiny military emblems are already the standard of the Japanese army. Except for the difference in the color of the clothing, the security regiment is no different from the Kwantung Army in terms of weapons and equipment to training tactics.

Other puppet troops are still doing chores around the battle, but the security regiment has entered the official use plan of the Kwantung Army. From general suppression of bandits to attacking guerrilla troops, they are all tasks of the regular army. The team has been tempered, and its combat effectiveness has increased rapidly, and it has become an invincible regular army team.

Across the large desk and the long woolen carpet, the tall and handsome young man with a quiet smile is the most heart-warming scenery in winter.

Jinshin firmly believes that the blood flowing in the young man's bones is full of the warrior spirit of the Jinshin family, and there is a quiet and chilling beauty in a quiet place. Blood and fire are the sharpening stones of his sharp nature. With his natural instinct, he has been able to stand at the top of the food chain, and has the ability to look down on all living beings.

As long as he is given some more correct guidance, he can return to the place where he should belong and find the glory that truly belongs to him.

Then he will find the real him, that is his son Yaqing Jinxin.

Jinxin looked at him through the warm air, and he was just short of piercing through the thin layers of window paper, so that he would be able to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, recognize his ancestors and return to his clan, and complete the final transformation.

I don't know if the sunlight is too relaxing, or the heating is too comfortable, or Jinxin's soft and trusting eyes are too sincere, Zhou Lan really felt a moment of tranquility in his heart when he looked back at him.

If time can be turned back, his Yunfeng didn't die unexpectedly, didn't he die under the coercion of the Japanese who were staring at the tiger all over the mountains and plains, or if Yaharu Konnobu never appeared on the cliff that evening, is it difficult, maybe...

Maybe, Zhou Lan will let him go and let him live.

After all, so far, for Zhou Lan himself, Xinxin Yaqing has really benefited him and never harmed him.

But he should never have hurt Yunfeng.

For this one, he has to pay the price

No amount of good can make up for it.

"Mu An-jun, your Japanese nationality will be confirmed at the memorial dance ceremony. At that time, Commander Hishikari Takashi will personally confer the title on you, and you will truly become a Japanese soldier."

Jinxin Yaqing walked around the large desk, confidently, from the dark to the bright, the sun enveloped the father and son, everything will come out, and an unwritten consensus has been reached.

"Happy?" he asked

"I'm honored!" Zhou Lan leaned slightly like a gentleman, exuding a sincere aura, especially a pair of black and white eyes, looking up from the bottom, adding a sense of innocence, as if she was a man who had never lied before. "I look forward to the day when the ceremony will come."

The elder's hand was on his shoulder, and he also became a reserved junior, respectful and serious.

Uncle Dumb and Yunhai have been "dwelling" in the headquarters of the security regiment all the time, and they are very secretive. Except for the guards and orderlies, no one has ever seen the real faces of these two.

And the cronies of the head of the regiment are very strict. Let alone two living people are hidden in the regiment headquarters, even if they hide twenty, there will be no clues.

The reason why Zhou Lan hides here secretly is very simple for Uncle Dumb and Yunhai. He misses them, and he will come and live here for a while while Yunhai is on vacation.

"I can't go back to the pass," Zhou Lan said mockingly, "I can only wrong you to stay with me for a while."

Yun Hai didn't think there was anything wrong, he was a well-behaved student with a simple mind, and he was very willing to curry favor with his elder brother Mu An since he was a child, and to accompany him for a while longer.

On the contrary, Uncle Mute often hesitated, making gestures with Zhou Lan behind his back, asking him if there was anything wrong.

"Uncle, what can I do?" Zhou Lan pushed the dumb uncle to sit on the sofa, and sat on one side in a leisurely way, relaxing at will, "I really miss you."

Dumb Uncle just vaguely felt that something was wrong, and asked why Du Yunfeng hadn't come back yet. Zhou Lan answered with certainty that Yunfeng is doing well in Shanghai, but business matters are more tedious, and he won't be able to come back for a while.

"Maybe he comes back from Shanghai, and if he has enough time, he can go back to Tianjin to have a look. He also misses his mother very much." Zhou Lan said with a smile, feeling at ease and at ease.

Reaching out to flick the ash into the ashtray, trying to suppress the trembling of his fingers, Zhou Lan's eyes were as desolate as dead ashes from the angle that the dumb uncle couldn't see.