POW camp

Morton found clues from Hovis's tracking report, and quickly locked the place where Lindsay might be hiding.He found that Hovis had been going to the riverside wharf near the city in the past few days.

"What was he doing at the pier?"

The guard said: "He bought a car. I heard that it was delivered directly from the imperial capital. He seems to be in a hurry to wait for the goods."

"Impossible." Morton said with a cold face, "now that the army is in chaos, people are in panic, supplies are not available, who will transport him the car. Even if he really bought a car, he doesn't need to guard it every day. You immediately call everyone People, leave a small team at the mansion, and the rest will rush to the pier with me."

Now Fancheng is surrounded by enemy troops on three sides, and there are very few ships coming and going. The originally busy pier looks very empty.Morton surveyed the terrain and quickly identified two abandoned warehouses.He divided the people he brought into eight teams, and conducted a rigorous search of the two warehouses from all sides.But it was already dark at this time, and the warehouse was even darker, so everyone could only light the flashlight.There are many tall and large empty wooden boxes inside, which must be checked one by one.Lindsay couldn't hear him, and calling his name was useless.Morton was very anxious. The interrogation methods he used on the prisoners of war might be exacting revenge on Lindsay.When he thought of this, he couldn't help but his heart throbbed one after another, but the search work was still proceeding rather slowly.

It wasn't until after midnight that someone yelled loudly: "Here, here!" It turned out that he found the door of a compartment in the warehouse was closed tightly, and he pushed hard twice but failed to open it. People come to help.

Everyone rushed over quickly.Before Morton arrived, Lindsay's terrified screams were heard from inside.Morton ordered loudly: "Don't touch him! No one can touch him!"

Everyone quickly moved out of the way, and the bright light of the flashlight shone brightly in the small compartment.Morton went in and saw that Lindsay was tied to the rusty railing in the corner. She was dressed fairly neatly, but her face was covered with a large black cloth, which blocked all the light.

The guard who rushed in first knew Lindsay, and wanted to untie him quickly, but as soon as he touched him, Lindsay suddenly shrank into a ball and screamed in panic.Lindsay couldn't hear her own cry, so it was extra high-pitched and harsh.The guard didn't dare to move any more, so he had to wait with others to wait for Morton.

Lindsay kicked and kicked, struggling desperately.Morton's blood froze and his heart was torn into pieces.Lindsay is deaf and dumb, and if his eyes are blocked again, it is tantamount to depriving him of all senses. It is tantamount to throwing a normal person into a closed space with no light at all. This is the cruelest thing to do to a person Tortured, the nervous one can completely collapse in as little as a day.

Morton strode forward and ordered everyone to leave, and the light in the compartment suddenly dimmed.He held Lindsay tightly in his arms, and pulled off the black cloth from Lindsay's face. Although he knew that Lindsay couldn't hear him, he continued to comfort him in a low voice: "It's me...Lindsay... I'm Morton..."

Lindsay couldn't see who the people around him were, and cried loudly regardless. It took a long time to feel the familiar breath from the warm embrace.He gradually calmed down, raised his eyes, looked at Morton who was close at hand with tears in his eyes, suddenly hugged him fiercely, cried bitterly, and said nothing to let go.

Morton's heart was broken into powder, and he wished he could rub Lindsay to the bone.Regret, pity, anger, fear, all kinds of thoughts were intertwined, and they were stuffed in Morton's chest like cotton wool, making it almost difficult for him to breathe.Morton took off his coat, put it lightly on Lindsay's shoulders, picked him up carefully, and said, "Let's go home...it's all right..."

Lindsay couldn't see Morton's mouth shape, he just shrunk his face to Morton's shoulder, and pressed against Morton's body without any gap, sobbing non-stop, as if this place was the safest in the whole world .

Morton kept carrying Lindsay out of the warehouse and into the carriage, and everyone could see the surging anger hidden in his eyes.

Morton carried Lindsay back to the bedroom. He kept kissing him, comforting him, taking a bath for him, changing into a fresh and comfortable pajamas, and hugging him on the bed like holding a treasure.

Lindsay has been holding on to the hem of Morton's clothes tightly, and won't let go of anything, tears can't stop flowing.Morton lay down on the quilt with him, but Lindsay couldn't sleep. As soon as Morton moved a little, he immediately opened his eyes and looked around in fear.

There was no other way, so Morton had to call someone to give Lindsay a sedative.Lindsay then calmed down and slowly fell asleep.

Morton closed the door softly, leaned against the wall of the corridor, closed his eyes and let out a long breath, gradually calming down the panic, helplessness, tension and boundless rage.

He really wanted to rush out desperately, burn Hovis and everything with a fire, and destroy everything.But he can't do this yet, it's not yet time, even if the other party hurts his most important person so deeply.

This is the reason for Morton's pain. He has never hated his identity so much.Living like a mole, he can't see the light, knowing that the other party has already laid a cruel hand on him in secret, but he still continues to flatter him with a smile on his face.

"What's the difference between a spy and a courtesan?" His master held a cigarette between his beautiful fingers, and slowly exhaled smoke rings from his red lips. "From a certain point of view, they are all similar. They all serve a certain purpose. Do something that goes against your conscience and your soul. That's why I don't agree with you being with Lindsay, you can't protect him, maybe one day, he was brutally killed, but you still have to slap your hands and say yes."

There won't be such a day.Morton's dark eyes gradually revealed a firm look.There won't be a day when everything is almost over, as long as you speed up your progress...

He walked towards the office step by step, and as soon as he opened the door, he could smell a strange smell in the air inside.

Morton shuddered, someone has been here.Although on the surface everything was in its original position without any difference, Morton still keenly felt that someone had been here.

He was not in a hurry to go in, but stood at the door for a moment, carefully observing every inch of the corner, and then walked slowly.He walked around the large desk and the cabinets next to the wall, and walked directly to an oil painting hanging on the east wall.It was Lindsay's oil painting. In the painting, a butterfly landed on the tip of a leaf, light and graceful, like a graceful elf.

Morton removed the painting, revealing a safe behind it.He didn't open it to look at it, and there was no need to look at it anymore, the hair that was caught in the gap was gone.

Sure enough.Morton smiled as expected, feeling a little more relaxed.He put Lindsay's painting back and made sure there was nothing wrong with it from the outside, then wiped off the dust on his hands, turned and left.

Get a good night's sleep with Lindsay, so that when he wakes up tomorrow morning, he can see himself as soon as he opens his eyes, and that will give him a lot of peace of mind.

A long time later, when Morton thought he had been able to analyze calmly and objectively, he used to recall that time over and over again.Every expression, every look, every line of dialogue, every movement, every tear, every smile... like a movie film, played back over and over in front of my eyes.

He could only come to the conclusion that Lindsay was the best spy he had ever seen.If someone is only good at one thing in his life, then what Lindsay is best at is disguising.

Morton will never forget the scene of that morning. It was nothing different from the past, and there was no sign of a major turning point in his life.He still woke up very early, turned his head, and looked at Lindsay sleeping peacefully beside him in the misty morning light through the curtains.

Lindsay was unquestionably beautiful, and that, even when Morton hated him most, could not be completely ignored.He has a quiet beauty, a tranquil beauty, and his every move can give people a sense of peace and ease.Especially now, there are still tears on Lindsay's face, and the red marks drawn by the rope on his white and slender wrists have not faded away, which adds a bit of weakness to him, making people want to hug him, Doubly pity.

He seemed to be waking up too, his head moved slightly, his long eyelashes fluttered slightly, like the wings of a butterfly that had just opened, and then he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were as misty as water, and when he turned around, he saw Morton , a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Morton took Lindsay's hand and kissed it. "I'm sorry," he said, "this will never happen again."

Lindsay suddenly remembered what happened yesterday, and a look of horror appeared on his face.He grabbed Morton in a panic, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something.Morton hugged him and comforted him: "It's okay, it's really okay, you've gone home."

"It's Kelan, I recognized him, it must be him... He showed purple hair... I was painting, but suddenly passed out... They tied me up there... I..." Lin Race again and again.

Morton held him tightly in his arms, and slowly stroked him one by one, until he felt that the body in his arms gradually softened and was no longer so tense and stiff.

"It was just an accident, it won't happen in the future." Morton kissed Lindsay and said softly, "Hovis ordered Crane to do this, I know, he wanted to warn me not to meddle in his business."

"It's all my fault..." Lindsay looked guilty.

"No, it has nothing to do with you." Morton paused and said, "I'm going out to do some errands, you rest at home."

Lindsay grabbed Morton's clothes: "I'll go with you!"

Morton knew that Lindsay was afraid that he would go to Hovis and that something would happen to him. He smiled reassuringly, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Lindsay, you must be very upset when you have been wronged. But I can't deal with Hovis yet." Wes, at least not now, sorry..."

Lindsay shook his head: "As long as you're okay, Morton, let me go with you." He bit his lip, with tears in his eyes, "I don't want to be separated from you."

What Morton couldn't bear the most was Lindsay's eyes. He sighed and said, "Okay then."

Lindsay seemed relieved and smiled softly.This smile was Morton's last fond memory of Lindsay, so that it would often appear in dreams for a long time afterwards.But for Morton at the time, it was nothing short of his worst nightmare.