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There are no windows in interrogation room 76, and naturally there is no light.

The iron chair was embedded in the stone floor, and the armrests were hung with iron chains. The iron chains were locked on Wang Tianfeng's arms, and they were tightly strangled.His eyes were half-closed, and he looked at the woman in front of him who had just put on a military uniform under the dim light of the interrogation room.

Women in military uniforms are beautiful.Wang Tianfeng thought, unfortunately, he is a lunatic even crazier than him.

Wang Manchun stood under the light with downcast eyes, looking at the report in his hand.

"It seems you didn't say anything?" she said softly.

"These accusations have no evidence at all. What do you want me to say?" Wang Tianfeng adjusted his sitting posture to make himself more comfortable. "Is this your number 76's success?"

"It's useless for you to provoke me, I won't take this." Wang Manchun smiled lightly, "You should have been trained to know what will appear during the interrogation process, then I'll cut to the chase, I just want your password Ben, don't want anything, give it to me, and I can make your death easier."

"What do you know?" Wang Tianfeng raised his eyebrows and asked.

"She told me everything she knew." Wang Manchun said.

"Hasakura in your hand?"

"Yes." Wang Manchun nodded, "It seems that you know everything."

"You told me." Wang Tianfeng said.

"Oh, yes." Wang Manchun smiled, "What's your relationship?"

"The closest person." Wang Tianfeng replied.

"How close?"

Wang Tianfeng suddenly showed a strange smile, and he said slowly: "It's closer than you and Minglou."

Wang Manchun's expression twisted.The corners of her mouth twitched, and she continued to ask calmly: "You know my senior brother? He... is also one of yours?"

"Back then, Miss Ming family kicked Miss Wang out of the house, and there was a lot of trouble in the city. How could I not know?" Wang Tianfeng said, "You even doubt him, do you really like him?"

Wang Manchun rushed up suddenly and grabbed his throat.

"Tell me what I want to know, don't talk nonsense."

Wang Tianfeng's eyes narrowed, his face gradually turned red, and then gradually turned purple.He stared at Wang Manchun, and smiled even more arrogantly.

"You...wouldn't...kill me..." He struggled to speak.

Wang Manchun knew that she was provoked, and she let go before her subordinates came to stop her.

"You're right, I won't kill you." She paced back and sat down on the chair, "I want to see you tortured to the point of collapse, and spit out the secret by yourself, it's not in vain for you to be called Unify the army."

A confident smile reappeared on her face, she waved to her subordinates, and then lit a cigarette.

In the smog, she seemed to see a familiar face.

Looking from the other side of the smoke, he called her softly: "Miss Manchun."

It's Ah Cheng.

She smiled contemptuously.

Paris.

It was getting dark, but Mingtai hadn't come home yet, and there was nothing on the table.

Ah Cheng knelt on the ground, Minglou sat, his eyes fixed on him.

"Explain to me." His voice was low because their house was not soundproof.

"I have nothing to explain," Ah Cheng replied in a daze, "It's just what you see."

"What did I see?" Minglou leaned forward, his tone urgent: "What I saw was my second brother, who I raised with my own hands, joined the party behind my back and almost died in this mission! You Do you still have my big brother in your eyes? Did you think about your big sister when you joined the party? Did you consider my thoughts?"

"What about you?" Ah Cheng raised his head and looked at him with red eyes: "When you joined the party, did you ever think about the elder sister? Don't you know that you are the only younger brother of the elder sister? What will she do if there is anything wrong with you?" ?!"

"Of course I have a way to ensure my own safety! But you, who have no experience in fighting, just participated in the action rashly. If you make a mistake, how do you ask me to explain to my eldest sister?"

"I am an official graduate of Frunze, and I have the qualifications to do the task! This operation is a deliberate ambush by the enemy, not ours..."

"Shut up!" Ming Lou suddenly slapped Ah Cheng on the face.

Ah Cheng stopped his mouth, tears rolled down from his eyes drop by drop.

There was silence in the room.

"Don't make excuses." Minglou said word by word, "On the battlefield, excuses mean death."

"Brother..." Ah Cheng's voice became hoarse, and his tears almost wet the carpet at Minglou's feet, "I don't know... I don't know it will be like this... I know the struggle is hard, but I never knew , it will be such a hardship..."

"Since you have chosen, you can only go forward, there is no chance to retreat." Minglou said.He closed his eyes and opened them again, the sadness in his eyes has not yet receded, and his words are already saying the next thing: "I will write a letter to my superiors and apply for the organization to transfer you to my team." He Say, "At least you are here, so I can rest assured."

"Brother..." Ah Cheng said, but he didn't know what to say, and looked at him blankly.

"Why don't I know the consequences of doing this?" Minglou said clearly, "But someone has to do it. There is no difference between others and you." He reached out his hand and stroked Ah Cheng's shoulder, Looking at his younger brother's flushed cheeks, he said, "I originally wanted to protect you all with my own strength, but you kid is behind my back..."

"A long time ago, you wrote a letter to Miss Manchun, do you remember?" Ah Cheng wiped his tears with his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Minglou's ambition is to serve the country, and this heart can be learned from, if you can throw a pen and go to the army On the battlefield, it is not in vain to be a human being, and fulfill a long-cherished wish in this life."

"I have long known your intention to join the revolution, brother." Ah Cheng said, "I chose this path under your influence."

Minglou's eyes flickered.Ah Cheng's answer made him a little at a loss.

"Mingtai is back." Ah Cheng seemed to have heard something, stood up suddenly, and ran to the kitchen in a few steps.

As soon as he entered the kitchen door, he heard the sound of Mingtai opening the door.

"Brother Ah Cheng, I'm back!" Mingtai put down his book and hung up his coat, turned around to see Minglou poured a cup of tea, saw him turn around, and pushed him over with a smile.

"Where's Brother Ah Cheng?" Mingtai looked around.

Ah Cheng responded in the kitchen: "It's in the kitchen! Wash your hands and go to review your homework. I'll call you later for dinner!"

"Brother Ah Cheng, what are we having for dinner tonight?" Mingtai said as he walked towards the kitchen, but was stopped by Minglou: "Look at you, you are cold all over, what are you doing in the kitchen? Drink tea and go change your clothes and read a book."

"Oh..." Mingtai replied dejectedly, his eyes caught a crimson mark on the floor: "Brother, the floor is dirty." He pointed to Minglou's feet and said.

"Oh, Chocolate, I'll take care of it later." Ming Lou blocked his sight without any trace, "Go quickly."

Seeing Mingtai obediently entering the room, Minglou bent down and wiped off the marks on the floor with a handkerchief, then walked into the kitchen.

"Are you hurt?" he asked.

The person who cooked the noodles gave a muffled hum, and replied after a long while: "It's not serious, scratches."

"Don't cook it, I'll bandage it up for you." Ming Lou said before turning off the fire.

"I'll come by myself later, don't look confused." Ah Cheng turned his head away without looking at him, turned back when he reached the door, and asked gently: "Brother, did I do something wrong? "

Minglou stirred the noodles with chopsticks, and answered him: "I don't know."

"Until the last moment, no one knows who is right and who is wrong." He said in a barely audible voice, "We should be thankful that you and I are still alive."

Ah Cheng's eyes were red again, he didn't speak any more, and got into his room.

This year, he was 25 years old.

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