Costume Mountains and Rivers

Mo Qinghe didn't know where she was locked up, or how long she had been locked up.

On the way here, he was blindfolded and had no sense of direction. Through the car window, he could hear the noise of the street. Sometimes it was quieter, sometimes it was more lively, but he did not experience the unique remoteness and long silence in the suburbs. It was deduced that he had not left Beiping City, but the car had been driving for too long. After thinking about it carefully, it suddenly dawned on him that the driver was afraid that he would guess the distance and direction, so he purposely took him around the inner city.

After about two hours, maybe more, the car finally slowed down and came to a slow stop. He was taken out of the car with his hands folded behind his back, and the blindfold was removed. He suddenly saw the light, but the head-on The bright sun made him close his eyes tightly. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that he was in a large abandoned yard, surrounded by high walls on all sides. The innermost one was a warehouse-like house with yellow mud walls and windows. He was nailed to death by a mess of wooden boards, and a few broken brooms were placed at the door. Before Mo Qinghe could make a further deduction, the knee was kicked hard from behind, and the tall man shouted in a rough voice: "Let's go, stop moaning!"

Without saying a word, he was pushed into the room again. A musty smell came over his face. The room was cold and dark. A wooden table was placed near the door. The floor and walls were covered with cement. The ends of the chain are connected to the handcuffs. This is a secret interrogation room. The two men who accompanied him raised his hands respectively. There were two crisp clicks. His wrists were locked by the shackles. Mo Qinghe knelt On the ground, with his arms raised backwards, his knees were so painful.

The two men in suits, one tall and one short, interrogated him separately and asked a lot of questions, including all the treasonous actions he carried out after he approached Shen Peinan and the accomplices he participated in. Mo Qinghe sneered at the treasonous words, and the rest declared no Know.

A stalemate was going on inside the house, the door was pushed open, a man in plainclothes walked in, did not cast a glance at Mo Qinghe who was kneeling in the shadows, but put a riding whip on the table, turned and left.

Mo Qinghe guessed that lynching was going to be used, her eyes showed a trace of panic, but she immediately warned herself to calm down.

He has no right to panic, he has screwed up the play himself, he has pushed himself and his comrades into the most passive situation, just like what his interrogator just said, now he is in jail, or he must confess honestly, Either wait to die, or escape.

Yes, he must escape, even if he dies, he must do his best to spread the news of the arrest, so that the comrades involved can hide in time. If he is taken to Nanjing, he cannot guarantee that he can withstand all kinds of interrogations and punishments. He had heard of some comrades who confessed because they couldn't bear the torture before carrying out the mission.To make matters worse, once the identity of a spy is confirmed, he will not only implicate the underground organizations in Beiping, but also destroy the efforts of comrades. At this juncture, Chiang Kai-shek will seize any reason to make a big fuss, sabotaging the cooperation and resistance against Japan. process.

He could no longer rely on Shen Peinan, Mo Qinghe knelt on the cold concrete floor, thinking of this name, couldn't help feeling weak.Shen Peinan is too calm, his heart is like a rock, he loves himself, and he loves him too, but in front of politics, love is vulnerable.He may regret and suffer for the rest of his life because of what happened today, but it doesn't mean he will let himself go because of this.

What's more, Mo Qinghe thought, the people closest to me were together. As a division commander of the national army, he didn't notice it at all, or in other words, he was aware of it but didn't report it. Shen Peinan was already being followed by countless pairs of eyes.

Thinking of that tape, Mo Qinghe gritted his teeth and tried to straighten his back. He couldn't be weak, he couldn't tolerate being controlled by his emotions.

"Mr. Mo, we've been in the car for a long time. Have you rested now? Have you recovered?" The interrogator opened a folder, put the pen next to it, and took a drink from an enamel teacup. , said to Mo Qinghe: "Enough rest, let's start officially."

He winked at the chunky plainclothes man next to him, who immediately understood, took off his coat, unbuttoned his shirt, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards Mo Qinghe with his horsewhip.

"Tell me first, how did you get the meeting address of the Yayin Guild Hall in advance?"

"The news leaked from the police station, and it has nothing to do with me." Mo Qinghe remained calm, "Director Dai was dismissed for investigation because of this matter, you should ask him."

"On the eve of the assassination of Lieutenant General Fujiwara, Mo Liuchu appeared at Zhao Laowu's house. Is it part of your plan? Did you approach Master Shen to steal information from the beginning?" He paused, "Where is Mo Liuchu? Who is your upline, and how do you usually contact them?"

After listening to a series of questions, Mo Qinghe sneered and said: "We are opera singers, and we are also one of the best actors in Beiping City. Mr. Shen likes to listen to operas. If I don't get along with him, can I be with you? As for the others, I will Can't understand."

He made up his mind to pretend to be confused, glanced at the interrogator opposite him from the corner of his eye when speaking, and secretly calculated in his heart that there was only an iron gate between him and the outside world, which was much better than expected, but just when he opened the gate, he Noticed that the sunlight outside was blocked by shaking figures, indicating that there were at least two guards in the courtyard.There were two people in the room and two people outside, both with guns. If he was given a chance to fight, with his skill, he was [-]% sure that he would be able to bypass them and escape over the wall.

Find a way to make them relax their vigilance and uncuff themselves. As long as there is a moment of freedom, there is hope of escape!Mo Qinghe calculated calmly, but this plan was too risky, he didn't know the layout outside the courtyard, the greatest possibility was that he knocked down one or two guards and captured their guns, avoided the rest, and died in the On the way to escape.

He guessed that the other party chose to detain him here because he must have calculated that there was no place nearby that could provide cover.He couldn't help being depressed, but then he thought about it, so what about death? Since the day he joined the party, he had put life and death aside, and death was a hundred times better than being escorted to Nanjing with all beard and tail. As long as he didn't plead guilty, To die under interrogation is to add another crime of creating white terror to the national government!

He prepared for the worst and began to actively think about countermeasures.

Mo Qinghe took great pains, the other party was already impatient, and his tone was barely polite: "Mr. Mo, you and Mr. Shen have a very close friendship. We don't want to make it difficult for you, but the matter has reached this point. If you don't let go, we will just let you go." It can make you feel wronged."

Mo Qinghe raised her head and smiled at him: "I really don't know anything..."

He tilted his face up, before he finished the last word, there was a crackling sound in his ear, the man raised his hand and whipped the whip right on Mo Qinghe's neck, a burst of burning pain hit him, he turned his head , a deep red scar like an earthworm appeared on the white and greasy side of the neck, which was very deep and slowly oozing blood.

The sudden severe pain made Mo Qinghe clenched his hands tightly, and the metal cuffs made the sound of clattering metal. He lowered his head, cold sweat oozes from his forehead and the tip of his nose. Grinding his teeth, he responded in a low voice but firmly: "You don't have enough evidence, I shouldn't be treated like this, if the master knows that you treat his friends like this..."

Pop, pop, two more whips came in the air, one hit Mo Qinghe's ear, and a bloody gash was scratched on his cheek, but the other whip hit the same place on the side of the neck, new wounds and old wounds were stacked on top of each other. Together, soaked in sweat, as if the flesh was being torn apart, Mo Qinghe bit her lips to reveal the purple mark, with a raging anger in her eyes: "I don't know anything, I am Mr. Shen's man, You treat me like this, as long as you can get out alive, I will never forgive you!"

The two interrogators looked at each other with ambiguous smiles.

Enduring the pain, Mo Qinghe said in her heart, that's it, to provoke them.

The two interrogators were experienced torturers. They brought a bucket of concentrated salt water and soaked the whip in salt water. Like a storm, Mo Qinghe's whole body was whipped to nowhere. His chest, arms, waist, and upper body were ripped apart. It is full of hideous cuts, against the milky white skin, it looks like wriggling purple-red earthworms.At first, Mo Qinghe gritted his teeth and endured, but soon gave up his demeanor, and howled like a pig every time he was whipped. After tossing for an unknown amount of time, the two of them finally stopped, and stretched out their hands to hold Mo Qinghe Pulling back the robe, the clothes were scabbed together with the flesh, and were suddenly torn apart. Mo Qinghe let out a scream, only feeling that the sky was dark, and his ears were buzzing. He gasped heavily, and moaned: "Don't Hit me again, I can't take it anymore."

Soybean-sized beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, his hair was soaked in cold sweat, and was wet against his face. His handsome face, because of the difficult situation, looked a little pitiful.

Mo Qinghe lowered her head and hummed angrily, "I'll say it all, I'll say it all."

The man folded the horsewhip a few times in his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "That's right, it's all obvious, why deny it?

Mo Qinghe closed her eyes slightly, as if she was thinking about how to speak, hesitated for a long time, and said softly: "I have a request, please tell Mr. Shen that I will wait for him here." He pursed his lips, "I and He's having a good time, and if he doesn't come, I won't open my mouth."

The man did not expect that Mo Qinghe would raise conditions at this time, cursed a dirty word, and kicked him in the chest, Mo Qinghe wobbled to stabilize his figure, did not bargain, but sobbed and cried: "You let me meet him, about the assassination, about Jiangshan, I can tell you everything, I only have this one request..."

The man raised his whip, but Mo Qinghe was sobbing, unable to catch his breath.Suddenly he rolled his eyes and passed out.

The two interrogators looked at each other. Over the years they had interrogated many agents of the Communist Party. Some were silent, some sang elegiacly, and some couldn't bear it. many.

One of them was a little puzzled, and muttered: "This can't work, you didn't hit hard." The other man pulled Mo Qinghe's face, raised his hand and slapped him a few times, slapping the whip on his cheek. The scar was covered with blood from one hand.Mo Qinghe hung his head like a dead body. He didn't react at all, so he panicked and turned around and said, "Master Rabbit's meat is so tender, I'm afraid I can't bear it."

Mo Qinghe closed his eyes, put all his weight on the handcuffs, and leaned forward like a swing. He resisted the itching and piercing pain caused by the sweat entering the wound, and tried his best to keep his breathing even.He heard two men discussing his injuries, and half of his hanging heart let go—he took a risky gamble, he understood the bullying habits of these cruel officials, the person in charge did not show up, they were afraid of taking responsibility, right? Will really put himself to death.

With his eyes closed, he heard the two standing up, muttering a few words to each other, and then there was the sound of the door opening, probably going out to ask for instructions from their superiors, Mo Qinghe prayed in his heart, he thought this was an excellent time, now outside Negligence, if someone can untie him and send him to treatment, as long as he can leave this place for a while...

There was a bang on the big iron door, followed by the click of the lock.

Someone locked the door from the outside. Mo Qinghe opened her eyes a little, and looked around. The windows here were all nailed up, the light was dim, and the dust floated in the beam of light that came in through the crack of the door.

He was the only one left, he didn't dare to move, kept his hearing sharp, and waited anxiously.

However, I don't know what happened. Since the man who interrogated me left, the outside was calm. At the beginning, I could vaguely hear someone talking, and then it became silent. No one entered the room again.

Mo Qinghe waited for a long time, and gradually relaxed his guard. He couldn't play the role of a fainted person. The burning pain in the wound distorted his expression. He knelt on the concrete floor for a long time, and he was unconscious. He tried to move his body. Twisting his waist, he felt that the bones of his whole body seemed to be falling apart. He bit his lip fiercely, barely letting himself cry out.

An hour, two hours, every minute and every second passed, and he seemed to be completely forgotten.

Mo Qinghe didn't understand what happened, but he was used to being pampered and pampered in the past half a year. He suddenly suffered from this meal, and his body began to experience various discomfort reactions. He felt that he had a fever and shivered from the cold. Finally, he waited for a long time. Overwhelmed and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, the cracks in the door and window were no longer able to penetrate the light. It seemed that it was night. Mo Qinghe opened his eyes wide and tried hard to make out the outline of the table opposite, but there was complete darkness in front of him, and he could vaguely hear grass insects. tweet.

The few slaps during the day caused him to have a lot of nosebleeds, and there was no way to wipe them off, and the nasal cavity dried up. Every time he breathed, there was a strong smell of rust, mixed with the musty and dusty smell of the old room, and the special wetness at night. Cool, is a taste of abandonment.

What time is it now?Is it evening or dawn, is it the first night, or is it already the next day?

Mo Qinghe felt the pain in the wound, which was lighter than before he lost consciousness, and it was no longer unbearable, but the worse feeling began to torture him, cold, hunger, thirsty throat, darkness where he could not see his fingers, A growing sense of anxiety in my heart.

Where have all his interrogators gone?How's the situation outside?How long will he be locked up here?

In late autumn in Beiping, the temperature drops sharply at night, and the cold air rises from the ground like a cold poisonous snake. Slip in, has been immersed in the bone marrow.Mo Qinghe's teeth were chattering, he only had a ripped robe with holes everywhere, and the silver fox cloak had been ripped off when he arrived, and the whip must have been planned long ago.

Mo Qinghe moved his body, recalling what happened during the day, he suddenly panicked and stared in the direction of the door almost desperately.He knew Shen Peinan's methods, but Shen Peinan knew his tricks better. Perhaps, the interrogator contacted the Zhou mansion after leaving in a hurry during the day, and Shen Peinan decided to ignore all his actions and forget him here until he was arranged. Route, send him to Nanjing.

He wanted to stand up, but he knelt on his knees for a long time, shaking like sifting chaff, he couldn't use any strength at all, and he didn't dare to move a lot, afraid that the sound of the shackles would attract the guards outside, so he could only bite his lips lightly and looked at the The darkness that can't be seen before.

"I'm cold and hurt." Mo Qinghe murmured in an inaudible voice, he didn't know who he was talking to, "I'm thirsty, brother Shen, I want to go home."

He has no opponent at this moment, the blood and passion of resistance have cooled down, and he faces his heart alone in the abandoned corner. He misses the warm bed and hot supper at home, suddenly loses his strength, and can't help but twitch She sniffled her nose, felt warm tears streaming down her cheeks, and said sadly: "I was wrong, I know what I did wrong."

"Come and see me, even if you die, come and see me off." He raised his face and muttered to the dark void: "It's a lie to say that you love me, You fucking lied to me!"

In a certain corner of the room, there was a chirping insect dormant, disturbed by this low appeal, it suddenly stopped singing, and the surrounding was deadly silence, as if everything had lost its language.Mo Qinghe was also silent for a moment, then, he heard a strange voice coming from outside.

It was the sound of footsteps, and then someone yelled, whether it was a greeting or an alarm, before Mo Qinghe could identify the source of the sound, suddenly, the big iron door of the house rang, and someone took off the iron chain that fastened the door, and held the key out. Insert it into the keyhole and turn gently.

Mo Qinghe raised his head, he knew that it was not easy to look from a bright place to a dark corner, so he didn't immediately pretend to be sleepy, but opened his eyes wide and stared at the door vigilantly.

The iron gate was opened by someone, and it was probably just the moonlight outside. The moonlight came in from outside the gate, forming a bright rectangular strip of light, and a figure stood quietly outside the gate.

Mo Qinghe felt the joy of the rest of his life in an instant. He had an intuition that it was Shen Peinan, and only he liked to use this kind of trick, first pushing people to a desperate situation, and then pulling others at the last moment, so as to easily reap the gratitude of the other party. .Mo Qinghe couldn't help cheering, out of vigilance, he didn't act recklessly, but lowered his head and glanced at the uninvited guest at the door from the corner of his eye.

The man turned around slowly, the moonlight shone on his face, clearly drawing the thin and handsome outline, Mo Qinghe was almost dumbstruck, he never thought that at this moment, the person who appeared here, It turned out to be Mo Liuchu.

"Brother." He mouthed, and then he was speechless.

Mo Liuchu walked towards Mo Qinghe in a hurry, took out a thin wire, inserted it into the keyhole of the handcuffs, and fiddled with it, and said in a low voice, "Follow me!"