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It was the end of 1938 when the overall construction of the Yanquan Mansion was completed. The Political Department was committed to the "Xingya National Construction Movement", and Tian Dongbao and others were responsible for all intelligence and cultural activities.

The police station received all kinds of cases every day. Every so often, revolutionary party organs and documents were seized inside and outside the concession.

The special affairs department of the police station is actually the place where prisoners are interrogated. Zhu Nanjiang has worked in the patrol room for more than ten years, and he can be regarded as an expert in this area.No matter how stubborn a man is, he can't match his methods. Those who see blood and those who don't see blood, sometimes they can ask what they want to hear with just one mouth.

But now, somehow, I suddenly got tired of it.Walking into the interrogation room and seeing the black blood covering half of the wall, he felt sick from the bottom of his heart.At this time, there were two wailing sounds from another interrogation room. He frowned and retreated into the corridor, coughing and lighting a cigarette.

The chief of the secret service department greeted him and greeted him in blunt Chinese: "Director, are you here?"

"come and see."

The screams on the other side of the wall stopped, and this was probably a rare opportunity for him to rest.

——As long as people who entered the secret service department, when they went out, they would be thrown directly into the mass graves to feed the dogs.

The section chief is a thin Japanese youth, shorter than Zhu Nanjiang, but I heard that he received special training in Tokyo before coming to Shanghai.There are several professionals like him in this police station, it may be due to lack of staff, or it may be for the purpose of surveillance, Zhu Nanjiang doesn't care.

Since there are professionals around, he can leave these "evil" tasks to the Japanese themselves, and he only needs to sign the documents when taking prisoners and executing them.Although there is no substantial difference, at least I have not seen it with my own eyes.

If you didn't see it, you didn't do anything wrong.

During this period, Han Xiangyue called once, saying that she wanted to chat with him alone.

"Mr. Yu's meaning?"

"Yes."

Zhu Nanjiang neither agreed nor refused: "I would like to see you, but do you dare to just come to see me?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone: "Mr. Zhu, I know you have your own plans."

"It's best that you understand me, but I honestly don't believe you understand me."

"So maybe we should talk face to face."

"There's no need to talk, Miss Han."

"What do you mean?"

"If you can trust me, you can talk to me if you are useful. If you don't trust me, I have nothing to say."

Zhu Nanjiang took the microphone in the other hand, and sighed a little tiredly: "Even if you come to see me alone, I can't make sure that you don't have a tail behind you... I'm afraid of being scolded, and I'm also scared, I'm dying. "

After rejecting Han Xiangyue, Zhu Nanjiang stood in front of the phone for more than ten minutes without saying a word. The blind man came over and asked him if he wanted to take a bath, but he didn't get a response for a long time.

"Master, the water has been put away."

"..."

"It will be cold if you don't wash it now."

"Do you think I will die?" Zhu Nanjiang suddenly turned around and asked without thinking.

The blind man looked at him inexplicably.

"I dreamed about He Tingyu yesterday. He called me a traitor and said that I should die immediately, otherwise I will be infamous forever."

"Third Lord..."

"Damn it, if it's bad, it's my own reputation, what does it have to do with him!?"

"Master, take a bath."

Zhu Nanjiang took off his nightgown and went into the bathroom. While taking off his pants, he saw his silhouette in the mirror.Turning his shoulders slightly, he could faintly see a pink scar on the right side of his back, which was left when he was assassinated on the road a few years ago.

"If it happened again, I might die. There are more people who want me to die now than at that time."

"Just send more bodyguards." The blind man answered.

"What if the bodyguard doesn't pay attention? What if the bullet hits me?"

"I can block bullets for the third master."

"You? What if you can't stop it?"

"Then there's no way."

Zhu Nanjiang was taken aback for a moment, and then cursedly supported him by the shoulders and stepped into the bathtub: "You fucking...you will still not be able to speak if you eat rice for ten more years!"

The water is indeed a little cold, but it's okay.

The new house is a small two-story building, which is more than a hundred and eight thousand miles away from He Mansion. When I first moved in, everything was unsatisfactory.Fortunately, the bathroom is spacious, and because it is close to the living room, you can play a record while taking a bath.

Zhu Nanjiang half leaned against the edge of the bathtub to enjoy the blind man's massage.After so many years, the blind man's skills have not improved at all, but he is used to the strength and gestures, and it may not be comfortable for others.

The thumb touched some acupuncture point on the back of the neck, and the scalp suddenly felt numb.Zhu Nanjiang raised his chin with a low moan, and hit the blind man's abdomen with the back of his head.The latter supported his head with his hands and gently pushed it back to its original position, and then pressed it again without stopping.

"When did this kid grow so tall?" He looked at the half of the blind man's head reflected in the mirror, and sighed silently in his heart, "Time flies so fast, no wonder I always feel old."

Zhu Nanjiang was only fifteen or sixteen years old when he brought the blind man home, if I remember correctly.The other party was half a head shorter than him, sallow, emaciated and malnourished, let's say he was ten years old.

Fifteen years have passed, and the little man has unknowingly grown into a neat young man. However, despite his flesh and blood, Zhu Nanjiang feels that he has never changed.

Many of the people who were by his side back then are no longer there.Luo Zhanyuan died of illness, and He Tingyu's life and death were uncertain. Yu Shankun, who kept thanking him all the time, was now taking extra precautions against him, and even his elder brother became unrealistic, invisible and intangible.

Only the blind man has not changed.Blind people will never change, no matter how complicated the world is, blind people will always be their own "things".

He only deserves to have "stuff".

"Last month, the gendarmerie seized three ships belonging to Yu's family. I know it, but I can't control it. The police station and the gendarmerie are not a system."

"..."

"Yu Shankun doesn't seem to trust me much."

"..."

"But it's nothing. Whether you believe it or not, it has nothing to do with me." Zhu Nanjiang adjusted his sitting posture and put his arms on the edge of the bathtub. Don't be afraid that I'll sell him."

"The third master is not that kind of person."

"It's not that kind of person... Heh, then what kind of person should I be?"

The blind man fell silent.Zhu Nanjiang knew that his thinking ability was limited, and it was even more impossible for the other party to understand things that he could not understand.

The fog in the bathroom dissipated a little, and he suddenly wanted to smoke a little.

The water wasn't very hot at the beginning, but now it's lukewarm. The blind man is still warmer, and his back may feel cold when he walks away.In fact, it was already a bit cold, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on the skin exposed to the water.

—Forget it, let’s smoke later.

The blind man noticed his shivering, put down the wet towel in his hand and replaced it with a dry one: "Third Master, it's almost there, if you continue to soak, you'll catch a cold."

Zhu Nanjiang nodded and stood up from the water with bent legs.The bath towels that had been warmed in advance immediately surrounded him, wrapping him tightly from shoulders to thighs.

"Go back to the French Concession to pick up someone for me in two days. I will handle the pass, and you will go alone without making a fuss."

The author says:

Guess what Xiao Zhu is going to do ∠(?」∠)_