Shanghai morning

Sitting in Luther's car, Wang Yao found that he knew this car, which was the one Feliciano drove before, but Luther drove it obviously much more smoothly, and Wang Yao didn't have to worry about spitting out half of his internal organs.

"Mr. Wang, I'm sorry to make you go to prison." Luther held the steering wheel and looked ahead. "I didn't expect you to be the person Yunjian wanted to see. I didn't know you became friends."

"We are not friends." Wang Yao said.

Luther frowned suspiciously: "But he still trusts you?"

"I also find it incredible, maybe it's just because I am a poor Chinese like him, and you are a superior foreign master." Wang Yao said as calmly as possible to prevent Luther from doubting.

Luther just shook his head in disappointment: "I will see him later, please tell me: I never think I am a superior master, I have always regarded him as a friend."

"Do you believe this?" Wang Yao was suddenly annoyed.

"I have no intention of lying," Luther said.

"You can tell him yourself." Wang Yao said.

"I wanted to tell him, but he refused to see me again." Luther said helplessly.

While speaking, the car had already driven to the prison.

Prison is a place Wang Yao never wants to set foot in, but now he has to enter it.Tilanqiao Prison is located in the public concession, and it is called "the No. [-] prison in the Far East" because of its heavy security. This gloomy gate of ghosts cannot even fly out.When Wang Yao walked to the door, his legs felt a little weak, and he couldn't imagine how Yunjian felt when he was imprisoned inside.Thinking that Xiaotai had almost entered this place, Wang Yao couldn't help being afraid, but also a little lucky.

Luther went in with Wang Yao, followed the guard through the oppressive and smelly corridor, the two walked side by side in silence, only three different sets of footsteps echoed in the dark building.In the cells on both sides, there are desperate and numb shadows, which are disgustingly dark, like the messy piles of waste on the pier, and one can't help but want to dispose of them quickly.

These are all Chinese, Wang Yao thought.

Walking to the innermost cell, Wang Yao found that this small cell was much smaller than an ordinary prison cell, very depressing, with only a small barred window.

Wang Yao tiptoed into the small window welded with iron railings, and saw a tired figure in the shadows.Wang Yao couldn't help sighing in his heart: a tall and straight man curled up into such a small ball, as fragile as a cat.

"Hey! Someone is coming to see you!" The guard knocked on the cell door roughly.

The curled up man stretched out slowly, stood up staggeringly, and walked towards the transom, completely ignoring the yelling guards, his eyes fell on Wang Yao's face: "Mr. Wang."

Wang Yao didn't know what to say, he nodded in greeting: "Yun Jian."

"Long time no see." Yun Jian's pale face was calm as usual.

"Mr. Beschmidt said you want to see me." Wang Yao said, "Are you okay?"

"Is this okay for me?" Yunjian smiled bitterly, his eyes drifted behind Wang Yao, and saw Luther's face.

Luther became embarrassed. He couldn't understand the two people talking in Chinese just now, so he could only look at Yunjian in a daze.

Yunjian said in German: "Thank you, Mr. Beschmidt, can you leave us alone for a while."

Luther understood, and gave the guard a few tickets. The guard looked at the face of the ticket in the dim light, grinned, and then opened the cell door to let Wang Yao in. At the same time, he warned: "Just for a while! Don't take too long!"

"I see." Wang Yao nodded.

The guard locked the cell door behind Wang Yao.

The narrow space of the cell made Wang Yao uncomfortable, feeling like he was about to be crushed.

Yunjian staggered to the door, glanced out, and then swayed back to Wang Yao.Wang Yao noticed that Yun Jian was wearing coarse cloth clothes that were obviously ill-fitting and had been torn to pieces. He was not at all as neat and decent as he was when he was a servant of a wealthy foreign family.

"Why do you want to see me?" Wang Yaoxian asked.

Yun Jian pressed an index finger on his lips, signaling Wang Yao to lower his voice.Wang Yao stopped asking, and waited for the other party to speak.

Yunjian said in a low voice, "Mr. Wang, have you ever imagined a Shanghai without foreigners?"

Without hesitation, Wang Yao said: "No." Since he came to Shanghai, he saw foreigners strutting all over the streets, and Chinese people with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes were almost as hurried as himself.

Yunjian smiled wryly: "Chinese people have forgotten what China would be like without foreigners. Without foreigners, Shanghai would not be Shanghai."

Wang Yao remained silent, shifted his weight to the other foot, and listened to him continue talking.

"But I have thought about it," Yun Jian said, "I have thought about it. One day in the future, there will be no more foreigners in Shanghai, no concessions, and Chinese people will not be restricted anywhere in their own country, while foreigners can only come with permission. The Chinese are no longer inferior, and foreigners cannot look down on us."

Wang Yao shook his head: "You and I can't see that day."

Yun Jian said: "I can't see it anymore, but you can still. Mr. Wang, I know you are a man with backbone and brains. I will die soon. I just ask you one thing: You have seen my friends—— Help them leave Shanghai."

Wang Yao took a half step back in fright, and then angrily shouted: "What are you talking about? You are asking me to give you my head! I am not like you, I have a younger sister and a younger brother, so I cannot accompany you Desperate!"

Yunjian smiled and said, "Mr. Wang, you said that night that foreigners bully Chinese, and Chinese themselves bully Chinese. Didn't you ever think that it shouldn't be like this?"

"Of course I thought about it!" Wang Yao snapped, "But I'm not you, I don't want to kill anyone!"

Yun Jian still just smiled: "Do me a favor, just this one, Mr. Wang, help me save the Chinese."

Wang Yao turned his head away: "I'm sorry, I can't help you with this job!"

Yunjian suddenly held Wang Yao's hand with his dirty hands: "Mr. Wang, I know you are on our side."

Wang Yao tensed his body like an electric shock, but he didn't withdraw his hand.

Soon, Yun Jian let go of Wang Yao's hand: "Thank you for coming to see me, Mr. Wang, please leave now." After that, he went back to the corner and sat down, buried his head between his arms and knees, and stopped talking.

"Goodbye." Wang Yao whispered, and then knocked on the door.

Soon, the guards opened the door and let Wang Yao go out. The door closed again with a bang, followed by the sound of the lock being locked.

On the way back, Luther asked Wang Yao while driving: "How is he...?"

Wang Yao sighed and shook his head: "The person who is going to die, what else can I do?"

Luther stopped asking, and the atmosphere in the car became awkward in silence. Both of them hoped to reach their destination quickly.Wang Yao glanced at Luther out of the corner of his eye. The latter was concentrating on driving. Wang Yao quietly opened his palm and saw a few crooked words in his palm, which were written by Yun Jian when he held his hand. .

Back at the foreign company, Wang Yao saw Al walking back and forth in the hall furiously as soon as he entered the door, agitating with his teeth and claws: "Move, guys! Don't be so lifeless, this place is like a factory with only machines and no people!" He When he turned around and saw Wang Yao who had just entered the door, he immediately stopped and asked, "Hey, Yao, I thought you would be back late." He put his hands on his hips, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. What should appear sloppy on Al is chic and uninhibited.

Wang Yao couldn't help laughing: "How do you want everyone to move? Stand on the table and dance?"

"Why not?" Al said. "These guys were trained by Arthur to be machines!"

Al's words drew hostile looks from the room, and all the employees—whether foreigners or Chinese—were extremely dissatisfied with his rudeness.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that, you should hate your boss!" Al said to an employee closest to him, "You, Sealand, you will be kicked out by Arthur if you don't complete this order by four o'clock today Go to the river, he won't miss you at all!"

"I miss Francis!" the employee named Sealand said angrily.

"Sorry boy, Francis is not at home now, I am the one who takes care of you, and I am helping you keep your job!" Al said seriously.

Wang Yao couldn't help laughing: "Do you want to incite everyone to rebel?"

"I have my way," Al said, "I'm helping Arthur save the hell, you'll see."

Now that Al is his superior, Wang Yao would rather believe that he really has a solution: "I have to...continue my work, and I wasted a lot of time."

"How's the prison?" Al asked.Yesterday, when Wang Yao asked for leave, he had already told Arthur and Al about everything. Arthur was very surprised by this, but he still granted Wang Yao's leave.

"I absolutely don't want to live in it." Wang Yao felt chills down his spine when he thought of that eerie place.

Al said: "I heard that Luther's servant is a well-bred and humble Chinese. I really can't think of him as a desperado."

Wang Yao smiled wryly: "Desperadoes are not written on their faces."

"Why did he want to see you?" Al asked.

"Because I am also a Chinese who works for foreigners." Wang Yao said.

Al was silent for a few seconds, then folded his arms and said, "He's right."

At this time, Arthur pushed open the door of the office, and shouted at Al at the door: "Al, come here!"

Al left Wang Yao and walked towards Arthur's office. Arthur closed the office door while talking quickly.

Wang Yao sat back at his desk and looked around vigilantly. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he hurriedly spread his palms. The words on his palms were blurred by sweat, so he hurriedly took notes.

It was an address that Yunjian wrote on his hand with blood.

In the evening, according to the address given by Yunjian, Wang Yao came alone to a place where Chinese refugees gathered near the pier. The place was full of dilapidated sheds and simple bungalows. Wang Yao stopped in front of the door of the dilapidated house without lights. , got up the courage to knock on the door.No one answered.Wang Yao knocked on the door again, but there was still no movement inside.After thinking about it, Wang Yao pushed it lightly, and found that the door was not locked. He carefully pushed the door halfway open, and it was so dark inside that he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?" Wang Yao asked while taking a step forward.

Unknowingly stretched out a hand, grabbed him like an eagle's claw and pulled him in. Before Wang Yao could cry out, his mouth was covered, and his back hit someone's chest heavily.Then a cold knife was pressed against his neck, and the sharp blade pressed into the flesh.

"Wait!" A strange voice said.

Wang Yao felt that the pressure on the blade on his neck had eased, and it was the owner of the voice that held the hand holding the knife to prevent the blade from cutting Wang Yao's throat.

After his eyes got used to the darkness, Wang Yao gradually discerned that there were many people in the room.

"What are you doing? If you don't kill this spy, we'll be exposed!" The man's voice was very familiar, with a strong Cantonese accent.

"It may not be a spy." The strange voice said.

Wang Yao desperately searched for information in his mind, trying to call out a name: "Liang Ziyu?"

The body behind him trembled, and he asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

"I'm a friend of Yunjian, I've seen you all—last time on Shigaota Road..." Wang Yao desperately spoke out information that might remind people of him.

Liang Ziyu put away the knife and let go of Wang Yao. Wang Yao staggered forward and took two steps away from him, panting heavily.

"Mr. Wang?" Liang Ziyu remembered.

Several other people in the dark have also seen Wang Yao, except for the owner of the strange voice.

"Mr. Wang, what are you doing here?" It was the big man named Guan Mengan who asked.

"Yun Jian asked me to help you out." Wang Yao said.

"It's no problem for us to leave Shanghai, but Aji can't leave, and now the whole Shanghai is looking for him." This time it was the mixed-race man named Mikhail who spoke.

"Is Aji the one you rescued?" Wang Yao asked.

"It's me." It was that strange voice.

Through the weak light outside the window, Wang Yao vaguely saw that this person named Aji was somewhat similar to Yun Jian, and Wang Yao suddenly felt sorry for Yun Jian: "It's all because of you! You killed Yun Jian!"

"Mr. Wang, this is Yun Jian's idea." Mikhail said.

"What?" Wang Yao didn't understand.

"Yunjian looks the most like Aji, and he plans to exchange himself for Aji. We pretend to be given to the prison, hide Yunjian in the car, and send Aji out." Mikhail said "It went smoothly at the beginning. I didn't expect the Japanese to quickly check the prison and found that the package had been switched. At this moment, our car was not far away. We had a fight with the Japanese and killed a few Japanese before we escaped." Lose."

Wang Yao was still angry, and said sharply: "Who is dead? Why does Yun Jian have to sacrifice his life?"

Guan Mengan said in a low voice: "Mr. Wang, Aji is our leader. He led us to fight in Manchuria. Without him, the whole team would have disbanded. None of us is as important as him."

Aji sighed: "Mr. Wang, I was ready to die, but now my brothers rescued me and took Yunjian's life. I am also very sad."

Wang Yao suddenly slapped Aji across the face.

"Hey! You..." Liang Ziyu wanted to step forward again.

"Coward!" Wang Yao scolded Aji, "I will find a way to send you out."

Leaving the shanty town at the wharf, Wang Yao took the evening tram to the residential area of ​​foreigners.

The place where foreigners live is different, every time Wang Yao can't help sighing with jealousy, even the air smells better here than other places.But this is just an ordinary residential area. The mansions of rich foreigners are even more beautiful and elegant, just like Luther's house. Thinking about this makes him even more unhappy, but now he has no time to think about it.

Wang Yao hurriedly ran to the door of a small bungalow and knocked on the door with a bit of paint peeling off.

The door opened, and Francis' bearded face was exposed inside. Seeing the visitor, Francis was a little surprised: "Xiao Yao?" He thought Wang Yao came here again under orders: "Arthur asked you to come?"

Wang Yao said: "No. Francis, I want to ask you to do me a favor."

Two 10 minutes later, on Huangpu Beach Road.Wang Yao drove Francis forward slowly, and Francis clicked his tongue on the co-pilot: "When did you learn to drive?"

"I haven't learned it," Wang Yao concentrated on controlling this mechanical beast, and almost ignored Francis's question, "but I have ridden in Feliciano's car many times."

"Why don't you let me drive? I'm a skilled driver!" Francis was very surprised at Wang Yao's request to drive.

"You are a drunk now, I don't want to kill you." Wang Yao said.

"I'm really crazy to agree to you." Francis said helplessly.

"Sorry, I can only think of you. I trust you the most." Wang Yao knew that he had involved Francis in a dangerous incident, but he had no choice.

Near the pier, Wang Yao parked the car in a secluded place, let Francis stay in the car, and went to the hut where Aji and the others were hiding again.

When Wang Yao entered the house this time, he didn't get stabbed again. Taking advantage of the darkness, he took Aji back to the parking place, and the car started again.

After the prison robbery incident, the whole of Shanghai was heavily guarded. Sentinels were set up on all roads on the edge of the city, and every vehicle was carefully checked.

Wang Yao's car was stopped at the guard post, and the police came to check.

"Stupid! Who told you to stop?" Francis cursed drunkenly at the driver.

When the police saw that there were foreigners in the car, they respected them a bit: "Sir, we have a routine inspection."

"Check?" Francis yelled impatiently, "Do you still need to check for fun? When will you even take care of this!" He said as he hugged a charming woman in the car.

"Oh, don't be in such a hurry!" the woman said coquettishly.

The police looked into the car again and found another Chinese man: "Who is this?"

"My friend," Francis said with a smile, "he is a good man. Aren't all Chinese people as rude as you!"

"Two people looking for a girlfriend?" The police became vigilant.

"This game is very exciting!" Francis said with a look of ecstasy.

Wang Yao also pretended to hug Xiao Fei who was sitting between the two: "We are blessed to share!"

The policeman was amazed by the depraved behavior of the people in this car, so he didn't want to ask any more questions. Just as he was about to let him go, he suddenly remembered something and looked at the driver carefully: "Driver, turn your face away!"

Aji, who was dressed in disguise, had been nodding his head slightly to cover his face with the brim of his top hat and the steering wheel, but now the police order made it impossible for him to hide himself anymore. He put his hands off the steering wheel, and slowly turned his face while quietly Feel for the knife under the jacket.

"What's going on?" Another policeman came over, and Wang Yao's voice sounded familiar.

The new policeman looked inside the car, and Wang Yao saw that it was Wang Nianjing.

Wang Nianjing was taken aback when he saw Wang Yao, and then said: "Aren't these just a few prostitutes? What are they doing? Send them away!"

The roadblock was removed, and Aji started the car and passed slowly.

All the way to the north, after driving for a long time, Wang Yao asked Aji to park the car in a forest.

Xiao Feijiao, who didn't know the situation, said with a smile: "Ah! This place is so dark! You insist on getting me here to do this, good or bad!" As she spoke, she limply laid on Francis, and dexterously tapped her fingers a few times. Just unbutton her cheongsam.

Wang Yao opened the door and got off the car.

"Hey? Didn't Brother Wang say he wants to play together?" Xiao Fei called in the car.

"I won't play anymore, you play your game." Wang Yao really didn't want to take another look.

Aji also got out of the car, and walked along the dirt road in the forest with Wang Yao.

"Go straight ahead and there is a small village. You should find a way to settle there first, and then make plans. It is not advisable to stay in the village for a long time, and leave as soon as possible." Wang Yao instructed.

"Thank you, Mr. Wang," said Aggie.

"Don't thank me, Xie Yunjian, if he didn't ask me to help you, I wouldn't want to cause trouble." Wang Yao confessed.

Aji nodded: "After I'm gone, you won't be involved in this matter again."

Wang Yao handed over four silver dollars to Aji: "Francis gave you the travel expenses, he said to help people to the end."

Aji said sincerely: "Your foreigner friend is really a good person. I didn't expect there are foreigners in Shanghai who are willing to help the Chinese."

"People are the same everywhere, there are good and bad." Wang Yao said, "Let's go, be careful."

Aji suddenly bowed deeply to Wang Yao, turned around and strode into the night.

On the way back, Xiao Fei was unhappy: "Didn't you agree to go whoring? Why did you just go back like this?"

Wang Yao said while driving: "I didn't expect him to fall asleep, this drunkard!"

Francis, who pretended to be asleep, was snoring loudly.

tbc