[The Pretender Lou Cheng] Non-public Notes

Episode 4 - Rescue

For the sake of safety, the interval between Mingcheng and Minglou's letters is relatively long, but it has been more than a few months since the last letter was sent, and Mingcheng, who has not heard from Minglou for a long time, can't help feeling panic.He guessed that Minglou might have stepped into that "vortex", but it was precisely because of this that he had to calm down and come up with a way to save Minglou.

Mingcheng told himself this over and over again.

The difference is that Minglou and Mingcheng have no subordinates now. Although they still have some personal contacts, the situation is still unclear at the moment, and Mingcheng dare not use them easily.The most urgent thing for him now is to understand the current situation of Minglou.

The first thing Mingcheng thought of was the contact station that Minglou asked him to set up in a letter a few months ago. Minglou didn't tell him clearly the purpose of the contact station and the contact person, but he told him the secret code first.Mingcheng left a mark in the contact station with the intention of giving it a try, but he didn't get a response for a long time.

Just when Mingcheng was about to give up this clue and planned to go back to Beiping secretly, a blond newsboy about ten years old knocked on the door of Mingcheng's residence.A note in Chinese characters that seemed out of place was included in the morning newspaper filled with French, which said that Minglou had been arrested and imprisoned.

This is not good news, but anyway, after more than three months of hiatus, Mingcheng finally got news about Minglou again.

Mingcheng came to the contact station again, wanting to obtain more information, only to learn that the contact person of the contact station was Uncle Li. After discussing with Uncle Li, Mingcheng secretly returned to Peiping.

Uncle Li told Mingcheng that Minglou is currently being interrogated frequently, and his life is not in danger. He and a group of intelligence personnel are locked in the Chengdong Prison, which is heavily guarded, and it is impossible to rob the prison.During this period of time, he has also been walking around trying to clear Minglou's charges, but everyone keeps this matter secret, almost no one is willing to help, and those who are willing are as powerless as him.

"However..." Uncle Li paused for a moment. In fact, he himself was not too sure, "I think the higher-ups don't want to put Mr. Ming to death, but rather want to take him as a warning."

The higher up wanted to make an example to others, so someone slandered Ming Lou and sent him up.Mingcheng frowned, he couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, but he hoped that the enemies were those crazy invaders.

Mingcheng's identity, whether in the party or in the military, has defected and cannot show up, so most of the work is left to Uncle Li to do it. Although the two have tried their best to rescue Minglou, they still have little effect.

With numerous obstacles to the rescue plan and increasing worries about Minglou, Mingcheng is like a puppet with a clockwork tightened, and the pressure over time makes him gradually lose weight.

Minglou's life in prison is equally bad, because he can't get in touch with Mingcheng, so he not only has to plan his own way out, but also worries that Mingcheng will advance rashly.The monotony of the day after day made the time blurred, and Minglou couldn't remember how long he had been in.At any time of the day or night, someone would open the cell door and take him away for interrogation. The repeated questions and the false "facts" they told were also impacting Minglou's reason time and time again.

It's mental abuse.

They seem to just want you to admit what you didn't do, and feel ashamed of it, and then confess and feel guilty in front of everyone, and become the object of contempt and ridicule by the onlookers.

At the beginning, Minglou prepared to defend himself, but this only resulted in more frequent interrogations, and he fully understood that no one cared about the veracity of the crime, they only wanted him to confess.

It was another chaotic morning, when Minglou opened his eyes, he felt that he had copied yesterday.

But when it was time to distribute breakfast, the cells inside suddenly became agitated.

The loud voices and footsteps seemed to indicate that this day was special. Minglou couldn't see what was going on inside, but saw more and more people running into the prison.The people who live there are also engaged in intelligence work, some are familiar with Minglou, and some have only met a few times.

After a while, a few guards first came out and disciplined the people who were poking their heads back in the cell, and then Minglou saw two or three guards carrying something out surrounded by the crowd, and it was covered with the uniform quilt in the cell .

There was a large black and red bloodstain on the quilt, it was obvious that someone was dead, Minglou's heart skipped a beat, wondering if he could recognize the person under the cover.

When passing through the cell door of Minglou, a hand slipped out from under the sheet, and was quickly pushed back by the guard.But Minglou still saw the shape of a watch painted darkly on that wrist.The ink stains are clear and fresh, apparently painted before death.

The last time I saw this kind of childish behavior was when I had a secret meeting with Mr. Pan at the Shanghai Hotel.

"This was drawn by my wife on a whim before I came here, so you can laugh at me."

Mr. Pan's doting and happy expression still remained in Minglou's mind, and now it seems that there are only memories left.

Minglou softly called out to the guard standing in front of his prison door, showing a friendly and gentle smile, "Little comrade, do you know how that man died?"

The guard who was summoned seemed to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, and probably had never seen such a tragic scene, and his face was really ugly.He turned his head and saw that it was Minglou, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.After seeing such a terrifying and real scene, the young man really wanted to talk to others, and knowing that Minglou was one of the few prisoners in the prison who were not crazy and were quiet and easy to get along with, he whispered cautiously. He replied, "I stabbed my throat with a pen." The guard touched his neck subconsciously, and sighed, "Tsk, the attack was so ruthless, the whole pen almost went in."

"Is this Mr. Pan?" Minglou took the opportunity to ask, with a suppressed urgency in his tone.

The guard didn't answer any more, but just turned around and returned to the position just now, but that look was clearly acquiescing.

Guessing in my heart and being confirmed by others are two different feelings. Minglou was deeply saddened, and then thought of Mr. Pan's words that day, "Most of those engaged in intelligence work will not end well..."

"...You and I are the same." Minglou murmured like a mosquito, and his whole body collapsed instantly, causing the guard to give him a strange look.

But he must not be like Mr. Pan, because he still has Mingcheng waiting for him.

At this time, Minglou clearly realized that waiting was impossible to wait for his wrongdoing to be redressed, and he could not wait for a moment to save himself.

Just a few days after Uncle Li told Mingcheng that "Mr. Pan committed suicide", Mingcheng got another piece of news related to Minglou——Minglou went crazy.

And the reason is said to be that he was mentally disturbed by the death of his colleagues.

Mingcheng may not be able to fully understand Minglou's state of mind in prison, but he knows Minglou too well, and he can be sure that Minglou will never go crazy.