Biography of Haiguo

Shining a fierce and fearless light that ordinary people would never have, she is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp; and the trouble she got into is definitely a big trouble.

He didn't want to have anything to do with such a troublesome person, which was the fundamental reason why he drove her away.But now he really kicked her out, but he couldn't bear it.However, soon Long Jiu didn't have the energy to take care of her business: because, within two hours of the girl's departure, the trouble really came.

And it's still a big problem.

There was a violent knock on the door, as if urging them to die, and the patients in the hospital all looked in the direction of the door in fright.Longjiu was still calm, and softly comforted the patient who was seeing a doctor. Uncle He had already opened the door, bent over to a group of people outside the door, and said in a hoarse voice: "The official came to the small shop, what's the matter?" What are you doing?"

"Call Dragon Wine!" The leader, a middle-aged man in his forties, shouted impatiently.Uncle He wanted to say something, but was stopped by Longjiu who came over.The latter said humbly and politely: "I am Dragon Wine, may I ask..."

"Take it."

Without any chance to defend himself, Longjiu felt a hard blow on his back, followed by a sharp pain in his thigh, he couldn't help but knelt down, his arms were twisted behind him by two brute forces and put on rope.Although he was a little dazed, he still pretended to be calm and asked back: "What crime did I commit, why did you arrest me?"

No one answered his question.The gendarmerie's law enforcement powers are so great that there is no need to answer any questions from the "citizens" of the Qin nationality who are the main ethnic group.Long Jiu felt light on the top of his head, someone lifted the bamboo hat he used to cover his face, the extremely bright afternoon sun dazzled his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly the scene in front of him instantly.

There was the expected sound of breathing and whistles in my ears.Some bold gendarmes laughed viciously, and whispered something dirty, but Longjiu was so dizzy that he was pushed and shoved back to the gendarme in a daze. In the police office.It wasn't until he was tied to the cross that he regained consciousness a little bit, and after blinking his eyes several times, he regained his vision——

In the dark room, there is no other light source except the torch held by the jailer.The middle-aged man who arrested him stared at him ferociously, and asked with a fake smile: "Mr. Shen, do you know why you were arrested?"

Mr. Shen.

As soon as these three words were uttered, Long Jiu's pupils shrank suddenly.If he remembered correctly, there was no other person in this world except his adoptive father who knew his true identity; then, how did the military police in front of him know?

He forced himself to be calm, pulled the corners of his mouth to make a harmless and honest smile: "Caominlong..."

No, it's not that there is no second person.

A person's face suddenly appeared in his mind, a man's face. "Dragon Wine"—it should be called Shen Changhe now—quickly acquiesced in the other party's address for him in an instant, nodded and said, "Is it because of the quarrel between me and the Dongying people?"

"If it's just that simple, then of course you won't have to work for Mr. Shen." The middle-aged man smiled grinningly: "Young master of the former general of the Southwest, we would not easily bring you to this kind of place. After all—" he said meaningfully Looking at Shen Changhe's face as pale as snow, he said slowly: "After all, Mr. Shen is weak and cannot stand such a torment."

At this time, Shen Changhe finally recovered his usual indifference, and said with a smile: "The grass people don't know what else they have committed, so please tell me clearly."

"Seven days ago, some oriental Fusang warriors went to the Long's Medical Center to ask for someone, and they were 'persuaded' to go back." The middle-aged man looked at his eyes that were so deep that they seemed to be able to suck people in, and said: " It is said that everyone fell ill after returning home and suffered from vomiting and diarrhea for several days."

Shen Changhe said calmly: "It's not easy to make money in a small business in the medical clinic. Those rogues want to smash the medical clinic of the grassroots indiscriminately, so I have to give them some laxatives."

"If it's really a laxative, then why did people die?"

"……what?"

Shen Changhe frowned two long eyebrows, and a trace of panic flashed in his deep gray-green eyes.The middle-aged man also noticed the change in his expression at this moment, and said quite satisfied: "What's worse, the one who died was not an ordinary Dongying person, but Minamoto Raiichiro, the envoy of the Fusang Kingdom in Daqin and the son of Minamoto Raikou. .”

Shen Changhe calmly replied: "First of all, I don't know Minamoto Raiichiro, and I don't have a motive for killing. Secondly, if he died because of my drug, then why didn't the other ronin die? Finally, the normal interrogation process should be Autopsy the corpse to determine the specific cause of death, instead of slandering innocent citizens with empty hands and only one mouth."

After saying this, he added another sentence leisurely: "My lord, don't forget that this is the United States, and grassroots people also have the most basic citizenship rights."

"...Mr. Shen is really eloquent." The middle-aged man was blushed by him, and he breathed a sigh of relief after a while, and said: "You are right, we have no direct evidence to prove that you are the murderer. It's just... He rolled his eyes, and smiled again: "I can tell you now that everyone here knows that you are not a murderer, and that you offended the Japanese because you took in a little girl who beat Fusang Ronin." Yes, but if you still want to go out from here, there are only two ways."

"First, wait for us to catch that little girl before retrying the case; second, plead guilty and put you in jail, and I can protect you from death."

Shen Changhe laughed angrily: "Plead guilty? Guarantee me from death?" His voice dropped suddenly, and a cold light flashed in his coquettish peach blossom eyes: "I also have a question now-who ordered you to frame me?"

Drunkard's Will

There are many people with backbone in this world, and Chen Feng, the captain of the Military Police in Yangqu County, Taiyuan Prefecture, has "read" a lot of tough bones, but this is the first time he has seen something as strange as Young Master Shen.

It can be inferred from the thin skin and tender flesh of Shen Changhe's body alone, it is obvious that he has never suffered so much before.In fact, Chen Feng didn't do anything, he just whipped him thirty times with a barbed whip, and then pressed the red-hot iron on his smooth and fair chest; He ordered his subordinates to pour a bucket of cold water that had just been brought up from the well over his head and face.After waking up, the first sentence of Young Master Shen was——

"Who ordered you to do this?"

He asked back word by word, his voice was shattered by the extreme pain: "Is it, Xiao Ziye?"

"Mr. Shen, haven't you forgotten your current situation? It's you who should answer the question, not me!" This time it was Chen Feng who was laughed angrily.Up to now, Shen Changhe has completely ignored what Chen Feng wanted Shen Changhe to do. Even though the latter had been tortured so much that blood oozed from the corners of his mouth and twitched all over his body, he still didn't make a sound during the whole execution process. As if dead.

And this kind of reaction made Chen Feng very unhappy.He likes to see the prisoners struggle in pain in his hands, and he likes to hear their curses, screams, and pleadings, which makes him, a low-level official, feel that he is still alive under the extremely oppressive and strict hierarchical system of this country; not only Can feel that I am still alive, and can legally and directly torture others in this square inch, and even dominate the life and death of others-what a wonderful feeling.

Therefore, Mr. Chen, who was in a bad mood, grinned grinningly and lifted his sharp jaw, and coldly threw out three words: "Sign or not?"

"Let me make a bet with you," Shen Changhe answered irrelevantly, with drooping eyelashes, and said coldly, "Your master didn't ask you to kill me, did he?"

After hearing this sentence, Chen Feng was delighted: "So, Mr. Shen insisted on refusing to cooperate?"

Shen Changhe twitched the corners of his mouth, and his smile was not much better than crying: "It seems that I guessed it right."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw something in Chen Feng's hand stabbing at his left eye with a cold light!Probably due to excessive fear, the calm mask on Shen Changhe's face was finally torn off completely, replaced by undisguised fear.His reaction made Chen Feng laugh out loud, and put down the awl in his hand while laughing: "Young Master is Young Master, I can't help but be scared!"

Seeing that the fear in Shen Changhe's eyes gradually turned into doubt, he said again: "Don't ask too much and don't think too much, just do what you are told, and you will suffer less."

When Chen Feng said this, he avoided answering his question, obviously tacitly acquiescing that the current bureau was set up by Xiao Ziye—that is, the current general of the Southwest Military Government.Shen Changhe understood, and was about to speak when he heard three regular knocks on the door.And the smile on Chen Feng's face froze after hearing the knock on the door.

"You guys, please go back, Mr. Shen, so that you can 'rest', and let's continue tomorrow." He gave some instructions before he walked out with a solemn expression.

Li Yunling was a little flustered when he saw the gendarmerie patrolling the street in shiny leather boots.She didn't know if there was any truth to the private fight between herself and the Dongying people, and she was also a little worried about the little beauty who had taken her in.

... Strictly speaking, he is not too young, maybe he is a year or two older than her.But in Li Yunling's eyes, all beauties are worthy of love and affection, so naturally it is more suitable to use "small" to describe them.

When she thought so, someone pushed the door open from the outside.The visitor shivered heavily in the bleak autumn wind. After taking off his hat, he revealed a head of short brown curly hair. His honey-colored skin had quite handsome features, but his expression was a little silly, like a dog.