After reaching the pinnacle of life, cheats came [Entertainment Circle]

In the narrow room, several half-grown Japanese teenagers were dressed in white surgical gowns.

The old man who reminded Ji Mingcheng to take off his clothes in the square stood there.

On the crude operating table, there were still wet blood stains.

The old man didn't know what was going to happen. He cried "Oh, oh, oh", and looked at Ji Mingcheng for help, and the muddy tears fell down.

He didn't speak, just cried and watched imploringly.

Ji Mingcheng avoided his gaze, but the hand holding the drawing book couldn't stop shaking.

"Climb up!" a soldier shouted, stretching out his hand and pushing him towards the operating table.

It was the first time for the young soldiers to participate in such an experiment, and they were also very scared, and the scene suddenly became stalemate.

The old man was pushed forward by someone, and he turned to look at the soldier holding the knife crying, "Don't kill me, don't kill me."

There was a boy with fierce eyes, and he pushed him with his hands, and his voice was much louder: "Shut up! Go up!"

More and more hands were pushing him, and every recruit who went into battle stretched out his hand.

The old man fell to the ground, tears slid down the ground, his eyes were dead, and even crying was silent.

Same as dissecting the juvenile yesterday, the whole process took less than 10 minutes, after the surgery.

Someone sighed, "Young people are really different from old ones."

Their tone was relaxed, as if they were talking about two different expiry dates on the shelf.

The boy was brought back while herding the sheep, and he didn't know what happened, so he went away from his sheep completely.

Back in the rest area, Ji Mingcheng poured opium into the mouth of the cigarette tremblingly, and took a deep breath before it was completely ignited.

He lay on the ground with choking, his face was flushed, and his breathing was short of breath.

A pair of warm hands stroked his back, "Ji Jun, please take a deep breath."

Ji Mingcheng adjusted his breathing according to her rhythm, and finally heaved a sigh of relief from the suffocation.

Xiao Qiu sat on her knees, hugging his upper body in her arms, holding a bong for him to smoke.

There was silence in the dim living room.

"Why did you come here from Japan?" Ji Mingcheng's voice was hoarse, he looked up at Xiaoqiu, the young girl's face was full of pity and sadness.

With a gentle voice, she stretched out her hand to carefully wipe the sweat off Ji Mingcheng's face, "I joined the women's stand-up team."

For the glory of the empire, the female students in the school were encouraged to leave the school, join the army, and contribute their meager efforts to the victory of the war.

Ji Mingcheng understood, when he was still studying in Japan, there were people on campus who came to lobby him.

"It's okay, Ji Jun. The war is coming to an end, we will return to Japan." Xiao Qiu looked expectantly at Qiu Ju outside. Under the rule of the Japanese army, Manchukuo lived a happy life.

Ji Mingcheng seemed to swallow a stone.

He thought of the child who was about to starve to death in Ma Er's house, the new corpses that would increase every day outside the smoke house, and the dead teenagers and old people.

Is everyone happy?

Then why would Kimura be resentful and Xiaoqiu would hide and cry secretly?

After staying here for a long time, Ji Mingcheng smoked more and more opium. Kimura asked Takagi that his daily opium would be provided by the army.

Xiao Qiu also reminded him that if he smokes too much, he will die.

But every time Ji Mingcheng struggled to smoke, she would silently shed tears, light a new bong for him, and hand it to his mouth.

After inhaling, Ji Mingcheng gradually calmed down. He lay on Xiaoqiu's lap, his eyes that lost their light looked at an unknown distance, and said softly, "Go back."

Xiao Qiu clenched his cold and thin hand, and nodded slightly.

Ji Mingcheng became more and more proficient. He was already a good painter of traditional Chinese painting. After Saburo Kimura became familiar with the process, the two simply separated.

To respond to requests from different departments.

Sometimes Ji Mingcheng would also go into the cells where the prisoners were held, and record the changes in Ma Luda's body within a few days after the experiment.

Not only Chinese people were held in the cells, but also white-skinned Russians.

This time, he entered a cell infected with anthrax.

Usually there will be two to three people in the cell, not one person in one room. Observing the infectivity of germs is also one of the contents of the experiment.

"Are you new here?" As soon as he came in, a tall man with fair skin came over.

"Hello, my name is Anton." Anton spoke fluent Japanese with a bright smile on his face.

This kind of smile is rare here. Most of the time, what Ji Mingcheng sees is crying, insults, and fear.

He replied coldly in Chinese: "I am not Japanese."

Anton was a little surprised, and then changed to Chinese, "So you are Chinese."

"Then why are you..." Anton didn't know what to say, he pointed at Ji Mingcheng's white anti-epidemic suit for military personnel.

Ji Mingcheng ignored him, and knelt down to check the patient lying on the ground.The patient's legs were completely rotten, emitting an unpleasant smell. If it wasn't for this place, it would be better to isolate it, as there would definitely be countless flies lying here.

The virus was spreading, and the chest of the person lying on the ground still heaved slightly, and his hands also began to swell, and it would not take long for them to become the same as their legs.

Anton stood behind him, reminding him, "It's not just anthrax, it's something else."

Just as he was talking, a staff member handed in today's drinking water.

Anton quickly thanked him with a smile, and took the water over. His cheerful appearance seemed to be treated graciously.

Ji Mingcheng truthfully drew the patient's condition. When he left, Anton didn't drink any water.

He waved to Ji Mingcheng, "You have such a good temper, I hope to see you again next time."

Anton only has a serial number on the road list, and all the roads are mostly the same.

But he told Ji Mingcheng that his name is Anton, he used to be a member of the Sino-Russian border self-preparation team, and he is good at Chinese, Japanese and Russian.

In Ma Lu Dazhong, who was not regarded as a human being, his optimism and cheerfulness and cooperation with experiments were enough to make the Japanese soldiers remember him deeply.

Ji Mingcheng learned from Saburo Kimura that he is an old member here and he was arrested at some point.

Because he was proficient in language and helped the troops reduce many unnecessary troubles, some Japanese soldiers who secretly selected the experimental subjects crossed him off the list many times.

Ji Mingcheng became familiar with him.

Ma Luda, who was imprisoned, was not locked up in the cell every day, and sometimes they still had time to relax.

Anton greeted Ji Mingcheng through the current network, still smiling brightly.

Time has been stretched infinitely here, I don't know how many years, Ji Mingcheng met an acquaintance here.

Lu Xiaoman, an anti-Japanese figure who has been following Ji Minghong, was tortured and sent to the epidemic prevention and water supply unit as a big road.

Meanwhile, virus research at the base stalled.

Some people discussed in private that there was a leader in Malu Dali who was imprisoned, and he did not know what method he used to spread news in Malu Dali in a communication method that the Japanese could not detect.

There may be germs in the food and water put in by the Japanese, or if someone in the ward is infected, how should other people reduce the possibility of being infected.

Ma Luda, who was held in the cell, formed one small group after another.

Most of these labs used for experiments were not one-time use. Some labs were infected with the virus and returned to the ward for care, which affected the objectivity of the experiment.

Such a fact made the top brass of the army furious.

Lu Xiaoman's legs were gone. He leaned against the cell wall, and the first thing he said to Ji Mingcheng was, "No wonder your brother couldn't find you."

Ji Mingcheng looked at him calmly, without any reaction in his dead eyes.

Lu Xiaoman smiled happily, "Fortunately, I met you here. For your brother's sake, can you give me a happy death?"

Here he was brought in, tortured without a word, and the Japanese took his legs off and put them in a showroom.

Ji Mingcheng observed the festering wound on his amputation, he was very familiar with these, and he knew that Lu Xiaoman was going to die.

The Japanese will not waste a Maluda, they will make all kinds of extreme experiments on the Maluda that is about to be "returned".

Without saying a word, he prepared to leave after painting under the supervision of Japanese soldiers.

Anton stopped him, bowed his knees and said with a charming smile: "I heard that Commander Yamaguchi has a beautiful female assistant. I made these shoes. Please pass them on to him, sir."

He rubbed his hands together and spoke urgently and quickly, "I'm really not a spy. I hope you will hold me high. I have a daughter. I used to spend Mid-Autumn Festival with her every year. She must be very worried about my sudden disappearance..."

Ji Mingcheng walked behind the soldiers.

He gripped the pair of shoes stitched with cloth tops tightly, and the sweat in his palms dampened them.

The higher-ups issued an order to clean up all suspicious figures in the road that might be the leader.

Anton was among them. Under the close watch of the soldiers, he drank a glass of water mixed with various viruses.

Within three days, his internal organs gradually died, and the pain in his chest made him scream until he stopped breathing.

No one can escape from this mysterious army.

At noon that day, Ji Mingcheng was packing up his paintings, a box full of them, all drawn by him here.

There is a painful soul behind each picture, struggling and crying bitterly.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Takagi led a group of soldiers to rush in.

Without any words, with a wave of his hand, someone rushed up and tied Ji Mingcheng up.

He was held in an underground cell.

It is very different from the white and fat people upstairs who are used to cultivate viruses. Everyone here is used for more extreme torture experiments.

In 1945, Japan was defeated.

At this time, the Mid-Autumn Festival was only two months away from the family reunion, and the pair of shoes in Ji Mingcheng's arms had not been given away after all.

He took a small pill from his belt, held the shoes tightly, and closed his eyes forever.

The people on the ground panicked like ants, and many roads were pushed into the sealed room at the same time.

The valve was opened, and within a few minutes, batches of criminal evidence were thrown into the cremation furnace.

"Bang".

[The building is on fire, the traces of the devil's white tower are about to disappear, and the ghost dreams come to nothing]

The author has something to say: the content is a haiku written by an unknown (really unknown) person in Japan, recommending a movie "Purple Sun" that I like very much