POW camp

The young interrogator straightened his collar with the mirror in his hand, brushed his hair, put the small mirror back in his pocket, cleared his throat, and said loudly, "Bring it in."

The door opened, and two soldiers escorted Lan Ting in.

This is not a very big room, closed around, without windows, only a table is placed in the middle.It should be said that Lan Ting is no stranger to this kind of environment. He was brought to such an interrogation room before in the prison of Puman Country.But what he never expected was that when he returned to his motherland, it was here that greeted him.

Lan Ting looked at the interrogator behind the desk, he looked very young, probably about the same as himself.But the skin is too fair, the lips are too red, and the hands that seem to be well-maintained are too slender.

He has never been to the front line or fought a war, and he actually carries the rank of captain on his shoulders.Lan Ting came to a conclusion in his heart, inevitably a bit contemptuous.

While he was observing the other party, the other party was also observing him.

His skin was dark, his hair was messy, and his eyes were surprisingly bright, which made people feel uncomfortable.Standing there casually, exuding a rough and rebellious taste from his bones.

Chief soldier.The interrogator secretly sneered and pointed to the chair: "Sit."

Lan Ting sat across the table from the interrogator.

"Name."

"Lanting."

"age."

"25 is old."

"Military rank."

"Captain of the independent combat brigade of the Fifth Division of F, the rank of super captain."

After asking a few dry words, the interrogator changed into a more comfortable posture, as if he wanted to write something special: "Speak."

Lan Ting tilted his head and crossed his arms - the only difference from the prisoner-of-war camp was that at least he didn't need to wear a torture device: "What did you say?"

"Why Treason, and How."

Lan Ting lowered his face: "I did not treason."

The interrogator sneered: "Lan Ting, I advise you to be honest and tell the truth."

Lan Ting stared into his eyes and said word by word: "I did not treason."

The interrogator stared at Lan Ting for a moment, took out a newspaper from the drawer, and threw it in front of him: "How do you explain this? I warn you, don't play tricks, don't try to continue to deceive."

Lan Ting was irritated by his contemptuous tone, but he knew that the matter was serious and he had to explain it clearly.In fact, the matter is not complicated. Lan Ting tried his best to explain it in detail, and finally emphasized: "I am not greedy for life and afraid of death, and I have not betrayed the country. Forced, even if I signed some bullshit surrender letter, I was not released, but I was detained in isolation and strictly guarded."

At the beginning, the interrogator still remembered very seriously, but after a while, he forgot. He raised his eyes and squinted at Lan Ting, but he didn't interrupt his words.When Lan Tingquan finished speaking, he sneered: "You made up really twists and turns, so beautiful."

Lan Ting blushed all of a sudden, he felt insulted, and said loudly: "What I said is the truth!"

"Facts? Do you think we didn't investigate before interrogating you? Do you think we can easily make judgments just by listening to your side of the story?" The interrogator sat up straight, with an air of superiority, "Tell you, we The prisoners in the prisoner-of-war camp have been interrogated a long time ago. They all testified that they were driven to a clearing to let the wind go, where they were frantically massacred by the enemy, and there was no forced surrender as you call it. Could it be that they were lying?"

"No, they didn't lie. But neither did I. Lieutenant Colonel Lauter escorted me upstairs to the office. I saw the situation in the open space through the French windows. Of course the people below couldn't see me. This is all The trick of the enemy!" Lan Ting was a little excited.

"Okay." The interrogator raised his eyebrows, "Who is present?"

"Lieutenant Colonel Lauter, Director Morton..." Lan Ting couldn't continue after saying two names.The interrogator looked at him mockingly: "They are all enemies, don't they even have people from the Ole country?"

Lan Ting suddenly thought of Hovis, but no, Hovis rushed in after he signed the surrender document.He closed his mouth tightly, and suddenly found that he had fallen into a dirty and suffocating quagmire, and any struggle was futile.

The interrogator was proud: "I have warned you a long time ago, don't try to quibble, admit your crime honestly, maybe you can be treated with leniency. If you resist, you will only die!"

Lan Ting suddenly realized that he couldn't stand these things.He can survive the torture of the enemy, he can despise the enemy's various means and tricks, and he can not change his face under the gun of the death penalty.But he couldn't stand these things, he couldn't stand the country that he was most loyal to even if it showed his life, and sent a clown with no military achievements to talk nonsense, point fingers and wantonly insult in front of him.

Every word and every expression of the other party sharply pricked Lan Ting's nerves.Grievance, grief, and humiliation are like concentrated explosives stuck in his chest, ready to be detonated at any time!

The interrogator was still chattering, but he didn't notice Lan Ting's pale face like a stone statue at all, and he didn't notice the dangerous expression of suppressed anger that had reached the verge of eruption.He has seen this kind of person a lot, and at the beginning he was stubborn, and after a few days, he had to kneel down and confess honestly.

"You have to realize your mistakes and your crimes. You have to explain your actions and thoughts clearly. You have to find out from the bottom of your heart the root of why you became a traitor and why you surrendered to the enemy. Become a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

"What did you say?" Lan Ting asked him coldly.

"Coward, I say you are a coward." The interrogator rolled his eyes and looked at Lan Ting, "Why are you staring at me? Are you still not convinced? You are a coward, a coward, otherwise why didn't you fight the enemy to the end? Why did you want to be captured? ? Those who are willing to be captives are all cowards! You are the weakest and most useless one..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Lan Ting suddenly jumped up, turned over and jumped over the long table, and grabbed the interrogator's neck: "If you have the guts, say it again!"

It was just in the blink of an eye, and before the interrogator could react, he was already severely strangled by the other party.He was a civilian official, and he had never seen the ferocity of the soldiers who had been slaughtered on the battlefield. He was frightened out of his wits and shouted in a trembling voice: "You...what are you going to do...you want to rebel... come here, come here!" He screamed like he was pulling his neck to kill a chicken.

A group of soldiers rushed in and pulled Lan Ting in a hurry.

The interrogator managed to break free and shouted, "He's a lunatic, a lunatic! He wants to kill me! Take it away, take it away!"

The soldiers held down Lan Ting, punched and kicked him, and cursed: "How dare you resist! I'll kill you!" He was merciless, if it wasn't for the discipline from above, Lan Ting would have to be beaten to death.

The interrogator touched his neck, couldn't help but also went up to kick his feet, and said bitterly: "Take him to the confinement room, shut him up for three days without water or food, and see if he is still crazy!"

He strode out of the interrogation room angrily, grinning his teeth and reporting to the Chief Warden Anthony.After hearing this, Anthony waved him down, pondered for a while, and picked up the phone: "General, my subordinate Anthony."

"How's the trial going?"

"Very tough, not easy to deal with."

"I won't give it to you if it's easy to deal with." Hill was lying on his back on the bed, naked, with only a thin blanket on his waist, and a bodyguard was giving him a full-body massage. The charges are really not acceptable, so..." He stopped talking, and immediately said: "Understood, General."

Hill put down the phone, glanced at the new young guard with interest, and said, "Take off all your clothes." The guard trembled imperceptibly, then immediately stood up, and responded, "Yes, General. "

When Lan Ting woke up, he found himself locked in a corner with his arms stretched out.This position is very uncomfortable, I can't stand up straight, and I can't squat down.It was dark all around, only a little light came through the iron bars on the prison door.The cold moisture penetrated from the ground to the bones, making people shiver.

Lan Ting felt great frustration and sorrow, and there was nowhere to vent his endless anger. He suddenly raised his head and let out a furious cry like a trapped animal.

Colorful neon lights flashed in the night sky, people came and went on the streets, cheap bars were full of people, and a few drunken strong men rushed out from time to time, leaning on the wall to vomit.

Liu Ying and the handsome boy stood in the shadow of the lamp soliciting customers: "Come on sir, here is what you want..." "Aren't you lonely? What are you waiting for..."

A boy slipped away as if the soles of his feet were oiled, and the people behind him shouted: "Seize him, he's a thief!"

Beggars huddled in corners, dirty cloaks covering their faces.

Hovis got off the carriage, walked quickly through the dirty and narrow alley, until he reached the big iron gate at the end, and knocked on the door knocker three times.

A ruffian came out with a cigarette in his mouth. Seeing Hovis startled, with a joyful expression on his face, he hurriedly took the cigarette from his lips and said respectfully, "Sir, are you back?"

"Are you all right, Locke?"

"Of course, sir." Locke's eyes were shining, and he led the way excitedly. Although he knew that Hovis was so familiar with this place that he could find a place with his eyes closed, he couldn't help but want to get closer. "People are getting closer and closer. Well, business is unbearably good. Everyone is waiting for you, sir."

"No, don't disturb other people." Hovis went around the main hall and walked directly to a small road. "I'm very tired and don't want to be disturbed."

"Of course, of course, sir." Locke glanced at Hovis, curious about his strange costume.The white shirt, the complicated folds, and the corduroy trousers with loose legs, these don't match up with the gentleman Locke is familiar with at all, it seems that some nobleman's clothes were stolen by Hovis.

Hovis walked back to his room with ease, and smiled at Locke: "Good boy, you go down first, thank you."

"If you have orders, please call me sir, I will watch outside."

"it is good."

Locke went out happily, very happy that he was the first to know that Mr. was back.

Howes ignored it.He raised his head and inspected the residence that he had left for three years.Everything is still the same, the flowers on the window sill, the cigars in the bedside box, the whole shelf of books, and the red wine glasses on the small table.

Horvis took a deep breath, like a traveler who has been wandering for a long time and finally returned home.He took off his aristocratic attire, changed into a set of old clothes, and then walked to the large full-length mirror.

Several years of training and espionage did not seem to have carved too many marks on him.

No, there is one.

Hovis slowly removed the white gloves that he had never left, revealing a scar on the back of his hand.The scar runs across the entire back of the hand, it is deep and long, it can be seen how angry and fierce the person who scratched it was at that time.

Hovis smiled slightly, raised the back of his hand to his lips, and kissed deeply.

There is no need to continue to cover up, nothing can stop me, I just want to use the rest of my life to love someone wholeheartedly.