Costume Mountains and Rivers

This slap was hard and hot, leaving no room for it. Mo Qinghe rolled off the sofa covering his face, moved his body backwards in embarrassment, and grabbed the purple velvet cushion behind him with both hands. He felt his cheek hurt. It was like being burned by a fire, and the underside of the nose was cold and itchy, as if running out of snot, and when I rubbed it with the back of my hand, it was full of blood.

"Bitch! A shameless bastard." Shen Peinan grabbed his hair, slapped him twice, picked up a photo from the ground, and threw it on Mo Qinghe's face.

Mo Qinghe's brain was numb from the beating, and he felt that his eyes were full of stars, and the world was spinning. He fumbled to pick up the photo, looked down, and the silence just now was gone. He shook his head in a panic, muttering : "Brother Shen, that's not the case, Brother Shen."

"No wonder you always have that expression every time I ask you about the school." Shen Peinan picked up the photos scattered on the table, and pulled them out together with the ones in the paper bag. , all the heads and faces were thrown towards Mo Qinghe, a large piece of it was sprinkled, and Mo Qinghe sat in the middle, his face was covered with blood, and his upper and lower teeth could not stop shaking.

On the photo is a photo of him, Mo Liuchu, and Li Mosheng secretly meeting at Peking University. In a closed office, the image of the three of them was clearly photographed from the opposite side through the window. He was kissing Mo Liuchu's face; looking further, I held two economics books between myself, walked out of the room with my head down, behind the plastered wall, with the wooden sign of the office nailed...

He grabbed a few more photos, they were a few days ago when he met Mo Liuchu in Yunjian Theater, he wiped the oil paint on his senior brother's cheeks, they chatted on the stage, Liuchu held him in his arms, his The shirt is unbuttoned...

Fresh thick blood dripped on the photo, staining the people in the play, Mo Qinghe suddenly raised his head, he understood, he met a poisonous snake, he was completely calculated by others!

He threw the photo out and glared at Kuichi Mizutani: "Are you following me?"

"Boss Mo, this is not the point. The real problem is that you keep emphasizing your feelings for Mr. Shen, but as soon as he leaves Beiping, you can't wait to meet your lover. Why? How many things have you not revealed? Doesn't it include the red background of Li Mosheng in the photo, and the real reason why Jiangshan was taken away by the Communist Party?"

Mizutani's calmness and elegance were finally broken, and the corners of his eyes and brows were full of joy. He picked up the abandoned paper bag from the ground, fumbled for a while, and found a small box of German audio tapes. Shen Peinan flickered in front of him, and said with a smile: "Mr. Shen, there are some words Boss Mo said to Mo Liuchu himself. Regarding your family's political stance, it is probably the reason why he insisted on going south with you. I got it, I hope you can listen to it after you have finished handling your 'private affairs', we, the Great Japan, look forward to your explanation."

He snapped the strap to the table, making a gesture of appreciation.

Shen Peinan stared at the small black cassette, with blue veins popping out of his forehead and beady beads of sweat dripping down. He was like an angry King Kong Arhat, forcibly suppressing his emotions. He looked at Mizutani for a long time, and answered in a deep voice. Said: "I will give you a reasonable answer."

"Notify the police station, and immediately send people to search for Mo Liuchu and Li Mosheng! All those who had close contact with Mo Qinghe at Peking University will be arrested, and no one will be left behind!"

After he gave the order in a loud voice, he bent down to look at Mo Qinghe, stretched out his hand, and rubbed the bloody and sweaty face with his thumb, his voice was hoarse: "You are playing me like a monkey, little Mo, you Do you know, you played me like a fool."

The white sun shone in, and sweat slid into the eyes, stinging one after another.He stood silently, as if he had lost all his strength, he fell back to the sofa involuntarily, leaned on the back, waved his hands with half-closed eyes, and said in a low voice: "Tie him up, cut off all contact with the outside world, and escort him immediately." Nanjing, hand it over to Boss Dai for interrogation."

Mo Qinghe's scalp was numb. He knew the method of Dai Lidai, the boss of the Kuomintang Secret Service. Some comrades fell into their hands and spit out what should be vomited. In the end, he would be shot to death indiscriminately.

He sat on the ground, heard Shen Peinan's verdict, and knew that everything was useless, he lost, and lost completely.

Several soldiers rushed forward, dragged Mo Qinghe up from the ground, twisted his arms violently, pointed their gun barrels at him, and stared at him, but he was not afraid at all, and tried his best to lift At the beginning, looking into Shen Peinan's gloomy eyes, he said softly: "Brother Shen, you are an opera singer, and you have only spoken opera words in your life. Just remember the truth, I love you, even if Die the next moment, I love you too."

He was escorted by two soldiers, and he staggered out of the living room. He heard the autumn wind blowing through the leaves. He had just eaten a mint, and even his breath was so cold.

A black car stopped at the door without a sound, not the one at home. The front and rear doors opened at the same time, and two nimble men got out of the car. The driver was a tall man in a black suit, holding a plate of hemp With a rope, he tied Mo Qinghe into a rice dumpling with a blank expression on his face. Another short and stocky man took out a small pistol and pressed it against his temple.

After the man tied his hands and feet, he took out a piece of black cloth to cover his eyes. Mo Qinghe suddenly began to struggle, shaking from side to side, while shouting to the hall: "Brother Chen, Brother Shen!" Flowing down, whispering softly: "If there is still time, I really want to kiss you again."

Before he could finish his words, his mouth was gagged with a cloth, and a soldier hit him hard on the temple with the butt of a gun. Mo Qinghe's eyes went dark from the pain, and then he was blindfolded by the cloth, and he was forced into the car. He was completely plunged into darkness.

He only remembered the last scene when he looked back, and felt that compared with the outside world, the magnificent living room was as dark as a Buddhist hall. I closed my eyes tightly.

The battle in the Zhou mansion died down, the guards were divided into two groups and retreated separately, the servants wanted to pretend to be part of the background, and the only winner—Mizutani Jiuichi, sat there with a happy face, and looked around in the messy living room, Finding that no one was paying attention to him, he got up and said his farewell gently.

Shen Peinan didn't move, and the servants were also silent. The little yellow cat didn't know what happened here, so it meowed softly, walked up to its master with its tail upright, jumped onto his shoulders, and rubbed its round head Touching his cheek coquettishly.Shen Peinan supported its body with his palms, buried his face in its soft and warm fur, remained silent for a long time, and finally turned to Mizutani expressionlessly: "Go away, don't let me see you again."

Mizutani smiled: "Mr. Shen, this matter is not over yet, we must meet..."

Shen Peinan trembled all over and interrupted him abruptly: "Get lost!"

Mizutani let out a beep, and with a contented smile, he turned around and rolled out in big strides towards the bright autumn world outside the door.

He is the last winner, he knows, he must be the last winner.

The autumn wind was cold and refreshing, brushing the hair slightly, Mizutani walked quickly through the tree-lined path outside the villa, got into the car and went straight to the hotel.It has been several months since the assassination of the Yayin Guild Hall. He has exhausted his thoughts and hid in Tibet, and finally he has paid off. Now, Mo Liuchu is in his hands, Shen Peinan is restrained by various forces of the government, and Mo Qinghe is too busy to take care of himself. At this moment, there is no Man can stop him!

The hotel he lived in was near Dongjiaomin Lane. It was a guild hall run by a Japanese, and it was also a restaurant, tobacco shop and hotel business. As long as the money was affordable, there were also women from Japan and China to accompany the guests for recreation.The room is at the deepest part of the corridor. He hummed a little tune from his hometown, and opened the door lightly. Before he could stand still, a black shadow arrow threw him on his back to the ground, and grabbed hold of it with both hands. his neck!

"Fuck you Japanese, grandpa fought with you today!" Mo Liuchu was disheveled and straddled Shui Gu, hitting his head on the ground, "What the hell did you say to Shen! What did you do to Qing He!"

Shui Gu's face was flushed, he regained his senses from the panic, and recognized Mo Liuchu. With all his strength, he let out a hum from his nasal cavity, grabbed the wrist locked on his chest with sudden force, turned over and broke free, Mo Liuchu staggered and wanted to pounce upwards, but Shui Gu put his hands in front of him, turned around, and with a roundabout kick, his kick hit his sternum like a gust of wind!Mo Liuchu let out a muffled snort, and flew backwards, hitting the wall with a thud.

Shui Gu crossed his hands, flexed his muscles and bones, relaxed his shoulders back and forth, put on a fighting posture, and said to Mo Liuchu, "Do you still want to fight?"

Mo Liuchu wiped his face, but leaned against the corner of the wall and did not move. His whole body trembled, and he sneezed one after another. With his gray face upturned, he moaned angrily, "Give me some medicine." medicine."

Shui Gu concluded that he did not have the strength to fight back, sneered, took out a small paper bag from his arms and threw it to him, Mo Liuchu hurriedly peeled off the paper bag, found the syringe, mixed the powder with water, and shook his hands The needle stuck into his arm, and then he sat leaning against the wall, like a thirsty person getting water, heaved a long sigh of relief.

"This batch of goods is pure and the quantity is enough. You have helped me a lot. This is my thank you." Shui Gu brushed off his clothes as if nothing had happened, and squinted at Mo Liuchu, "Don't worry, your useless junior brother is still alive, but I will be transferred to Nanjing soon, I guess, I won't live long." He smiled treacherously: "Unless..."

The sweat and tears on Mo Liuchu's face, exhausted by the drug addiction, wished he could fall asleep immediately, raised his heavy eyelids, and said in a low voice, "What do you want? Even if you die, even if you die, I will not betray you." Comrade."

Mizutani raised his eyebrows impatiently: "What do I want? Mr. Mo, don't forget that we are in a mutually beneficial relationship now, and the Kuomintang army is our common enemy."

"Your junior brother is being held in secret. As long as you do one thing for me tonight, not only will you be able to save him, but you will also be able to see clearly the true colors of Shen Peinan and the Kuomintang..."

Mo Liuchu leaned on the tatami, stared at the ceiling with blank eyes, and said with a sneer, "Will I believe in animals?"

Mizutani was rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for things, suddenly stopped, and glanced at him in disgust: "The Yamato people pay attention to loyalty and righteousness, and they never regret what they have said."

Mo Liuchu was noncommittal, and snorted coldly through his nose.

"For example, in the most critical situation today, I tried my best to preserve your reputation." Shui Gu turned to him, and seeing Mo Liuchu's tired expression, he couldn't help but stepped forward and grabbed his hair, ordering him to look up. , nose to nose, staring at him at a close distance, "Think about it, I only want information from the national army, I will never touch your underground organization, and even guarantee your safety, but you can get more money after the cooperation ends." Qinghe, isn't this deal a good deal?" He suddenly let go of his hand, and Mo Liuchu lost all strength to rely on, and limply fell back on the tatami without speaking.

Knowing that he acquiesced, Shui Gu showed a satisfied smile, but this time the smile was like a lake wrinkled by the breeze, it only appeared on his handsome face for a moment and then calmed down, he no longer cared about the rotten Mo Liuchu beside him, He got up and continued to rummage just now, found a white silk handkerchief in the cabinet, opened it slowly, his face showed a solemn expression.

The handkerchief wrapped a pair of blood-stained epaulettes. Mizutani Jiu took it out carefully, placed it in front of the knife holder, and then respectfully respected the pair of epaulettes and the slender samurai sword on the knife holder. Kneeling down, like a traditional warrior, he made a rigid and solemn salute.

He muttered to himself in the language of his hometown: "General Fujiwara, your subordinates are not doing well, and you have lost the honor of a samurai. You should commit suicide and apologize."

"The Chinese people are a cowardly nation. The promises of the Chinese people cannot be trusted. For the sake of the unfinished business of the Emperor of Japan, I will stay here. When the real common prosperity of Greater East Asia is realized, I can return to my hometown and restore my Mizutani. Ichishi's glory!" He slowly drew out his saber, stared at it devoutly, and said in a low voice, "Long live the Emperor of Japan!"

Mo Liuchu couldn't understand what he was talking about, turned over in a dream, spread his hands and feet, gave a dull laugh, and fell asleep again.