there are bandits

It is said that prison is a dark day, so what kind of courage does it take to get through the prison?More than once, Minglou imagined that one day he would go from one darkness to another in shackles.He imagined how he felt at that time, whether he finally got what he wanted and could be proud, or resented that he still had a lot of things to do, and he hadn't seen the end, seeing how he tried his best to hide it and worry about it The sun is shining after the hard work.

At this time, when he walked through the corridor and walked down the steps with a rotating arc, he really felt this feeling.He looked at Suzuki who was leading the way, and thought about what he said before that he wished to be betrayed so that he could stand in the sun and show the world... He took a long breath of the humid air here, and then forcefully spit out the filth .He was sure that it was still an immature angry remark after all.

The only thing that can prove oneself is time, and the only thing that can prove time is being alive.

Suzuki walked towards the long wooden table prepared for the person in charge of the torture in the torture room, the chair behind the table and the wooden stool he arranged for Minglou when he explained why he wanted to arrest the person in the Du mansion in his office. Same, behind are three wooden slats.It's just that this time everything seems to be upside down. There is a whole backrest behind the seat belonging to Minglou, and an iron chain is hanging on the backrest ready to lock him up at any time.

The chair is so high that your feet don't touch the ground when you sit on it, and someone with long legs like Ming Lou barely touches the ground.With such a setting, after sitting for a long time, coupled with the punishment imposed by the upper body, the legs are prone to cramps, not to mention the sense of security that is down-to-earth.There is no edge to the driftwood, and at that time, anything that can be grasped becomes a support.

Ming Lou sat on it casually, unable to move at all on the narrow bench.He took a look, then retracted his foot and stepped on a horizontal bar that was about to be broken. There was a squeak, which startled both him and Suzuki.

"Sorry, not familiar."

Politeness and upbringing are inherent in the Minglou of the nobility, no matter what kind of environment they are in.Even though his clothes were flogged and flogged, he would still be careful not to stain his eyes with blood when he raised his head.Suzuki smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved it nonchalantly, suppressing some sympathetic appreciation.

Following Suzuki's fingers, Minglou looked around the room.There are posts tied with wooden stakes, and ropes and chains are also hung on the posts; there is a stool called a tiger stool, and the hands and feet are tied to the stool, and then bricks are dropped on the ankle. After three or two layers, the leg will be broken. There are charcoal basins, which are not for heating, but for soldering irons; a whole row of various leather whips, copper whips, hemp ropes, bamboo chopsticks... This formation is by no means worse than No. 76.

"I didn't send you to No. 76, I've already given you a lot of face. Is Mr. Ming really unwilling to cooperate?"

Minglou sat there, touching his knees with handcuffed hands, and there was a very soft sound of shackles being brought up due to the movement.He lowered his head halfway, as if listening.Slight sideways face: "I always thought you guys had forgotten that I still have the identity of the deputy director of the special committee. I refused to accept it at the beginning, but you forced me to take it. I accepted it, but you used my subordinates Watch me. Now, does it make a difference whether to take me to No. 76 or the special high class? There, maybe they still think that I will be their chief when I go out that door one day, and they can show some mercy when they start to torture Here, do you care about me?" His questioning was superimposed step by step, and he raised his voice, as if he was giving a speech in the hall instead of appealing in the cell.

Suzuki didn't sit on the stool, it's not clear whether he was just sitting there or trying to put on a casual air.He chose to sit directly on the long wooden table.This height, compared with the high chair that Minglou sat on, is barely at eye level.

Minglou was handcuffed and couldn't move. Fortunately, the chair was so cramped that he was able to spread his elbows and put them on the armrests, like a monarch who said no to the great powers.He said: "Sorry, I refuse to accept this favor."

"Mr. Ming is angry."

"The title of Section Chief Suzuki has changed from a senior officer to a gentleman. I am a commoner and I have no strength to restrain a chicken. How can I be angry."

"Without the strength to restrain a chicken? Mr. Ming is joking. I remember we discussed which one is better, a knife or a gun."

There was no expression on Minglou's face, and the corners of his raised lips were full of sarcasm unabashedly.He saw Suzuki choose a short knife from the whips, knives, and soldering irons on the long table and walk over.

Suzuki opened the first button of Minglou with the tip of the knife. The blade was pressed against Minglou's neck.Even Minglou's swallowing action may hurt her pampered skin.

Suzuki's strength was just right, and his warning and provocative expression was full of a conqueror's pleasure, a kind of pride waiting for the humiliation of the conquered.Ming Lou didn't care what he was thinking, and he didn't care if he was injured. What he was worried about was that the medicine hidden in his button would be scratched by his blade.

Suzuki was very uncomfortable with Minglou's indifference. He felt that when the traitor was like this, he should be scared to death, and it was correct to be full of tears.But if Minglou was really such a Minglou, he might find it very boring again.

The blade cut inward again, and the blood sealed the throat, which was Minglou's saber technique that he had praised at the time.The taut skin, because of the force of the knife and the tension of the body itself, formed fine particles.Suzuki laughed, it turned out that Ming Lou also had times of fear and dare not.He continued provocatively: "Seeing insults and not fighting, humiliation."

Before he could speak, Minglou moved.The blade cut open on Minglou's neck when he didn't expect it, and the blood flew out, splashing Suzuki's hand.He raised his eyes in panic, even a little lost.He heard Minglou say: "It's still early. After Qianqiu Long live, who knows the glory and disgrace."

"Madman." Suzuki was in a hurry, he hadn't asked anything yet, there was absolutely no reason to let him die at this time.If he died, what would he wait for after thousands of years, he had already been insulted and ridiculed by this lunatic.

Suzuki pressed Minglou's bleeding wound with his palm and called out to the medical officer.

"What medicine did you give my brother?"

Mingtai and Ah Cheng clasped Wang Tianfeng tightly, one on the left and one on the right.Wang Tianfeng didn't struggle, nor did he intend to hide it for Minglou.If someone's life was accidentally killed because of this medicine, if it is said that he is not good at Wang Tianfeng, but he is secretive, he will not take the blame.

"Untested, against the nerve-damaging drugs used by the Japanese in torture. Allows you to stay awake to the maximum after being injected."

"Have you got this medicine? Then you don't have a copy for each of us."

"Neuropathy. It's not yet tested. I was forced by him, and then I went to the laboratory in Suzhou to force those people to come up with the formula. I don't know if it works. Do you think it is so simple to develop drugs? And, so The effect of something that has been made in a hurry must be limited. He asked to resist for three days, so he had to take the medicine continuously. But I only have two pills, and there is really not much more."

"Three days, what about three days later? What if the injection is still going on after three days, elder brother, he..." Mingtai couldn't figure it out, and stammered, he turned his head to ask Ah Cheng, crying with grievance in his voice: "Elder brother, he What the hell are you going to do? Can the medicine be taken indiscriminately? I will tell my eldest sister later and let her beat him..."

Three days, three days is the minimum period required by the family.After three days, he could say anything.Let those people go to Luoying Gorge.Ah Cheng pressed Mingtai's shoulder and nodded silently: "Okay, when he comes back, we will file a complaint together and let the elder sister teach him a lesson."

Wang Tianfeng looked at them, heaved a long sigh, couldn't bear it, but he had to tell them another fact: "The timing of taking the two medicines is entirely up to him, because no one can figure out when the other party will inject. , a thing with such a fragile nerve, being messed up by him like this, the likely side effect is... someday... someday, I don't know, from a lunatic to a useless person."

Even the anger is gone, the two brothers know that what they say now is useless.Mingtai also put his hand on Ah Cheng's shoulder, and the two of them exerted strength and made promises to each other.

At that time, they only want their eldest brother to walk out of the super high school safely.If he can't get out, they will carry him out.Step by step, you have to climb out.They will never let big brother fall into that purgatory, never.Also, Yu Manli.The eldest brother agreed, sister-in-law.

Minglou was sitting on the haystack leaning against the wall, with gauze wrapped around his neck. The incision was actually not deep, but it was just a little closer to the carotid artery.It was so close that he was about to sacrifice his life when he came in. After thinking about it, he still felt that he was not calm enough to hold his breath.He squeezed the medicine in the button, thinking about when to take it.He should not be interrogated again today, just in case, one should be used tomorrow.This timing is completely a gamble, and I don't know how many hours a pill can last.

The sound of footsteps came from the corridor, and he slowly shifted his gaze to the door from the only window above his head that let in daylight.His heartbeat began to fluctuate, and he fixed his eyes on the iron gate's fence, lest he miss a moment.

Has he imagined what she will look like when we meet again, whether she is in shackles or wearing a cheongsam, whether she has injuries on her body or her hair in a bun?Which kind of dress represents how much she has accomplished and how much she has convinced the other party.But it never occurred to me that she had her long hair tucked aside, a white shirt, and a pair of military trousers on her legs that he couldn't tell whether it was the military color or the Japanese khaki under the light.

Minglou narrowed his eyes quickly, not knowing whether to be relieved or heartbroken.During this pause, she approached.No, it should be said that he ran over and knelt down in front of him.He touched the gauze on his neck with trembling hands, his eyes were full of anxiety and pain, and almost instantly, big tears fell down.

Minglou opened his mouth with difficulty, and with this movement, he realized that he couldn't use his usual loud voice to scold Liang Zhongchun and the others, it hurt.But it's just right, save effort.

"Is this your real identity, Japanese?"

He was angry, a suppressed anger of being cheated on.

"No, just like you, I'm a traitor now."

Yu Manli responded numbly as she rubbed her fingers on his gauze.Minglou shook her head slightly at her, and she moved her hand away from the gauze around her neck, and touched his arm and body, anxiously checking if there were any other wounds.

He let her move, and even raised his arm in cooperation.He knew that she would never be at ease unless she saw it with her own eyes.

He slowly gathered his voice, mocking every word: "So everything is fake. From approaching Mingtai to approaching me, you just want to get the blueprint. What you say and do is to complete your traitor mission. I really didn't expect that, Shouldn't the title of the number one traitor in Shanghai be given to you?"

"No! It's not fake, I like you, it's not fake." Yu Manli cried out, and the hand on his knee couldn't help but want to pinch him, but he grasped it in his palm.Stretching her hands, she said, "Minglou, didn't you say that the most wise people in this world must be able to glare like a Vajra and lower their eyebrows like a Bodhisattva? You can't promise them, isn't it just a picture, and Compared with those things you have done, it is not worth mentioning, just treat it for us, okay?"

"I, Minglou, can be a traitor and do all the dirty things by myself, but the Ming family can't. Are they really just looking for a plan? What they want is the entire Ming family, right?"

"You are not clean, can the Ming family be clean? Mr. Ming, you are too naive, outsiders pointing at the back and talking about the Ming family, can you escape?"

Minglou's face turned pale, and he suddenly wouldn't reply to these words.

"I'm right, right? You understand it in your heart, but you're just holding on." Manli looked at him distressedly. They knew there was a wiretapping, and she was brought here to persuade him.She couldn't stop talking, just like he had to listen.

Her fingers were tightly hooked to his, preventing him from clenching his fist and curling up to pinch himself.The two of them seemed to be wrestling, and she understood that it was a deep hurdle in his heart that Suzuki and Wang Manchun must poke his pain.Instead of them saying it, it's better for her to say it.

Minglou lowered his head and put his face in her palm.He growled hoarsely: "So what? What are they going to exchange for things from my Ming family?"

"Use me. Do you know what I used to do?"

Not everything is predictable and not every plan is foolproof.Minglou suddenly raised his head, his eyes burst into panic.When Yu Manli said these words, he felt her hands tremble, and she became frightened. He suddenly understood how Suzuki and Wang Manchun were going to use Yu Manli's knife to stab him.Worse than the knife on his neck.

Manli looked at him peacefully with tears all over her face, like a lily in the crevice of a rock.She said: "I was sold to that kind of place since I was a child. I like you. Because of this identity, and because your Ming family can accept me, I agreed to their request. Now, they say, if you don't They will compromise for me, and I will be useless. They will arrange a good place for me to do the things I will do."

Ming Lou trembled his lips, desperately grasped her hand, and pulled her into his arms.

Manli didn't dare to get close, for fear that the two of them would collapse together.She bit her lip hard, shook her head, and struggled to finish her words.

"Minglou, can you just treat it as a loving and righteous client and redeem me this time?"

"you you…"

It is no longer necessary to intentionally tell the truth or lie, this knife poking over, just thinking about the possible one-ten-thousandth future, he is already riddled with holes and fell into the abyss.

"Are you looking down on me? Do you dare not even say the word like you? Do you think Wang Manchun is cleaner than me?"

She wrote over and over again in his palm: It's all right, I'm all right.I will hold on.

He cried, like a frozen statue, a statue that couldn't be melted by tears.She was right in front of him, but he couldn't hug her, kiss her, give her strength, and he had to use a single sentence to hurt her.Even if it is a lie, it will be hurt the second it is said.

"I...I don't know..."

Manli moved closer to him, and said, "I beg you, please, please."

"me…"

He continued silently with his lips: two days, stay for another two days.

She nodded vigorously.The two of them didn't say a word, they just looked at each other deeply and nostalgicly.He loosely spread out his palm, and her hand lay quietly on it.He didn't dare to hold it, for fear of the old saying, the tighter the grip, the faster it will pass.

Greedy for this touch, they traced and engraved it in their hearts.

Until the Japanese military police guarding the prison came to take her away, Manli suddenly said, "Minglou, I like you, I like you very much."

Carefully, her palms are full of her.He cared for and cherished her.

I have always liked you so much, like looking at your back at this moment, there will be a period later.