there are bandits

Death is a difficult thing for people, and they are ashamed to be killed by a madman. /I would rather be a short-lived and pure ghost than a person who steals life and loses integrity. /Better die to be heard than live to be unknown...

Minglou sat on the haystack, staring at the only window until dawn.After Yu Manli was taken away, someone brought dinner and took it away.No one else came in.

He has been sitting against the wall like this, watching, thinking, and silently reciting these words and phrases that sacrifice his life for righteousness.He is not afraid of death, but he is being killed by a madman.He is still alive in this world, but in the eyes of the world, he has no integrity at all.He was not famous when he was alive, and even if he died in the future, no one would know and remember that there was such a number one person as him.When the country survives, he is shameless who is treated coldly behind his back; when the country is destroyed, he will be accused of being despicable by thousands of people.

Glory, the word that he had hoped for and desperately pursued when he was a child, has nothing to do with him in this life.It is impossible to say that there is no regret, no unwillingness.Especially in such a cold cell at this moment, when he knew that Manli might fall into a situation that he could never redeem and forgive himself because of him, he found himself useless.

Helplessly, is a word that sounds helpless, but it is also a cowardly and irresponsible word.

He was depressed, remorseful and began to despise himself from the bottom of his heart.The confidence that he had with Mingtai and Ah Cheng in the club before was slowly slipping away.Even if you don't dare to hold it tightly, so what if you hold it empty?

He didn't dare to close his eyes, as soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the same blood red that he saw in his dreams in those few days, overwhelming mountains and seas.Overwhelmed, engulfed.He is not afraid, but, can he see her again, can he exchange his death for the rest of her life's peace and joy.

If he can, he will admit it!If you can't, if you can't...

He is stupid, he is an atheist, he never believes in ghosts and gods, he has never prayed, so why should he ask for their protection.

Minglou, what do you have?Your beliefs, your multiple identities, your so-called strategizing, you do everything, but you can't find the woman you love.Why does she believe in you, and why does she love you?

I have no regrets in starting, because she was never there when I started.

I also hoped that there would be a tender expectation beside the tall and jade.On the road with white walls and blue tiles, there are people waiting for you.In the end... I still can't wait, I can't see it soon, I can't have it.

Just, can't forget.

Suzuki was quite satisfied to see Minglou's decadent state the next day.He has long been tired of the high-spirited, straight-backed young master of the Ming family, Chief Ming, who is like a traitor.Such a man with an unshaven beard, a gloomy expression, and black lines all over his eyes seemed to be controlled by him, and his life and death depended on him.

There were no chairs today, and Minglou was directly tied to the pegs.The hands were stretched apart and tied with chains, and the legs were slightly separated and chained at the same time.Without the support of the ground, it is difficult to say the point of stress in such a posture, and it varies from person to person.But the same is that no matter how stiff your spine is, your head will droop.Because hanging down is a labor-saving state.If you have to hold your breath and stiffen, you won't last long at all.

Like Jesus on the cross, everyone worships, but everyone is helpless.

Minglou didn't struggle at all.He took a pill when he got out of the cell.At this moment, he put all his attention on the feeling after taking the medicine.If he gets out alive, at least he can give Wang Tianfeng a pharmacology report, which is not in vain.

Suzuki is not wearing a military uniform today, but a suit.While taking off his coat, he put his hand in the inner pocket of his suit vest, took out his pocket watch and threw it on the wooden table.

In appearance, he really looks more and more like a Chinese.Minglou watched him approaching, not without ridicule in his heart.Suzuki in military uniform, Suzuki in suits, even Suzuki who can wear long gowns, under a pair of skins, Suzuki who is rebellious, Suzuki who is a gentleman, Suzuki who is sometimes humble... Anyone can pretend.

Suzuki pulled up a chair and sat in front of him, taking a good rest, and even served a cup of freshly brewed coffee.The cup moves back and forth under Suzuki's nose, and the aroma is sultry.

"I don't like drinking coffee, but I heard that this is Mr. Ming's favorite. Unfortunately, Mr. Ah Cheng did not make this."

"It wasn't made by him. No matter how fragrant it is, I can't smell it. It was served by a messy person. Aren't you afraid of death?"

"you do not believe me?"

"The way I am now is that I trust Mr. Suzuki too much, and I trust your East Asian co-prosperity too much. That's the end. Why do you come to work together? What you want is independence. Eat the mines of the Ming family, the Ming family root, can you swallow it?"

"It's not nice for Mr. Ming to talk like that. As long as you hand over the missing picture, you will still be our best friend. If you walk out of here, nothing will change."

Suzuki took a sip of coffee, with a sincere smile on his face, like a benevolent elder teaching a younger generation who had gone astray.He has a deep understanding of China, and his Chinese words do not have the strange rising tone of foreigners.What he said was extremely peaceful and mellow, and his long and narrow eyes were filled with anticipation.

"Minglou said that Ming's heart is already cold. Even if I can get out of here, I will resign from all positions. I can't afford to be hurt again."

"Did you not change your mind after meeting Miss Yu?"

"Is it important for a thief to approach you deliberately and steal your things?" Minglou looked at Suzuki mockingly: "Didn't Section Chief Suzuki care for her when he was in the International Hotel? Since it's dirty, why should I worry about her?" Change your mind? The two of us don't share a woman, do we?"

Suzuki froze for a moment, shook his head and laughed loudly: "No. There is an old Chinese saying that a friend's wife should not be bullied."

Minglou nodded expressionlessly: "Thank you, you also saved me some face."

In a certain room on the first floor, Wang Manchun wore earphones and looked contemptuously at Yu Manli.Yu Manli cut off the cigarette in her hand, and squinted at Wang Manchun: "What are you looking at? Isn't this what Chief Wang wants to hear most?"

She took off the earphones, leaned over the table, and lowered her voice mysteriously: "But, he is very good. At least I have used it. You... don't want to?"

Wang Manchun raised her hand and slapped her, but Man Li didn't hide, but accepted her slap with a smile.There are clear palm prints on the face, and the corners of the mouth are bleeding.

To be able to accompany him in pain, from body to heart, she might not be able to, now is just right.

Sit up straight again and hold the earphones.Every breath, she held it to the tip of her heart.Anxiously, don't let it fall.

Save, do your best.

I know everything, what you say, I know everything.

"What should we do now? Do we have to use torture? It's very ugly!"

Suzuki looked at various whips, bamboo sticks, and soldering irons.He didn't want to make it too ugly, even if he got the picture, there was still room for Ming family.Besides, he is not a bloodthirsty person, and he doesn't like the scene of being covered in bruises.

But he likes the process now, he can feel that Minglou's confidence is not enough.He is definitely not as ruthless to Manli as he said.It doesn't matter, the temptation of predation is advancing in a roundabout way, he chose the bamboo stick and held it in his hand to walk towards his prey.

Minglou swallowed, he really hoped he could start quickly.Talking is too tiring, you have to rack your brains, and have enough energy. In comparison, it is easier to simply deal with the pain.Like, the headache that has hit.

No good sleep, no painkillers, just his disturbed nerves.Headaches are almost on schedule.

When the bamboo stick stuck into his finger, he didn't even think about enduring it.To be able to howl out the pain wantonly and express his true feelings is something he has been looking forward to for a long time.In the past, he had to take care not to worry the eldest sister and Ah Cheng, but now, no one knows when it hurts to death.

The blood didn't come out all at once.Just like the regrets that followed were also coming out in strands.

As the bamboo stick penetrated further, the blood beads turned into blood threads, soaring through his body, staining his eyes red.

The one that was bound was a trapped tiger, and the chain in its hand was rattling.And the more he struggled, the tighter the iron chain was on his wrist.Blood was also wiped from the wrist, and the entire left hand seemed to be soaked in blood.

After Minglou howled, his eyes gradually lowered.He didn't know whether it was the effect of the medicine or he was really numb to the pain. He felt that he could no longer feel the pain.

Instead, he wondered if this hand would be useless.Fortunately, he is only left-handed and can write.However, if his left hand is useless, how can he wear a wedding ring?What to do, he held his breath and thought wildly, wondering if he could discuss it.Will his girl forgive him?

It's really painful, he can't wait, he can't wait, and he can't have it.Stay away from him, run away, so as not to fall into the devil's lair.

He just hasn't been able to forget, still, he doesn't want to forget her embrace and her lips.

If he really fell here, Dai Li wouldn't believe that she was a person who was arrested before, what would she do?

Manli, can you go now?

"Don't you want to say it? One picture, we just don't want to waste any more time. With the two pictures brought by Yu Manli, it's not difficult to delineate the approximate area. Without you, our imperial army can do it. We have to make our own Burying to the point of being worthless is not what a smart person like you should do. Am I wrong about you?"

Suzuki raised his hand, and someone beside him gave the injection.

Minglou tried his best to speak: "But... you can't afford to waste time. It's not like... what you would do to polish off a valuable person's obedience to you."

Suzuki pinched his chin: "Show me your surrender and surrender. I can't see it! Say it, and I will believe that you are a traitor with your head bowed. Otherwise, I doubt that you are a traitor at all. a pretender."

Minglou's eyes were full of sadness.

"That would be... my sorrow."

He tried to feel the injection being pushed down.I didn't feel light-headed and dizzy as expected. Is the medicine effective?There seemed to be a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, and he could see dust flying in the air.Like dandelion fluff.

Manli once said to him, I will go wherever you go.You push me away like you blow a dandelion into the air, but I'll always be around you and get back together again.

Unstoppable love, unforgettable thoughts.

"Where is the picture?"

"There are no pictures."

"Tomorrow, Miss Yu will be sent to the army, don't you regret it?"

"Let her go... let her go... please"

Minglou struggled to grab the iron chain to grab Suzuki's hand, and he held the cuff buttons of his shirt tightly.Suzuki didn't shake him off, a trace of pity appeared on his face.

"This is the truth. After all, a hero is sad and a beauty passes. She... tsk, she is really beautiful. However, after entering there, it only takes one day, and it will be a ruined flower."

Minglou gritted his teeth, he couldn't tell whether he was awake or was under the influence of drugs.This is the truth, he loves her, it has always been the truth.

Beans of sweat fell from his forehead, and tears melted in the corners of his eyes.To the lips, it is salty.

There was a sense of sobriety hanging in his mind, but his eyes looked blank.

"The picture is in your head, isn't it? You can draw it, can't you?"

"Headache...I don't remember...pictures...many..."

It's like thousands of steel bars are drilling into the head, and it hurts ten thousand times more than a bamboo stick.The sound of tinnitus, sawing in the brain like an electric drill, cracks more than a planer.The threads that I want to grasp are all floating.

Minglou suffers from headaches, everyone knows it.Suzuki looked at him, undecided.

"As long as you paint, I won't send her away. I promise you."

"Manly..."

He knew that the name could speak.Because everything about her is his most authentic contribution without any pretense.

The endless abyss, the whole city is mourning, there is no light.

...he was stabbed, in the abdomen.A bottle of Mongolian medicine powder made him feel heart-rending pain.

...She said she liked the pair of earrings, she called them Sexy.Like hanging you there.

The pain... the tossing and turning pain, I couldn't bear it.

Wang Tianfeng, is your bloody medicine a strong pain reliever? You use pain to resist the distraction of your mind, and it's over when you pass out from the pain, right?What a fucking jerk!

Ming Lou didn't know when he was sent back to the cell, he curled up to resist the pain.My heart was on fire, but my whole body was cold.

That name is on my heart, I dare not let it go.

On the third day, Minglou took the last pill as usual.

After waiting for a day, Suzuki did not come.

He was in pain for another day.

He didn't draw a map, would she be sent away?If that day when he knew that something happened to her, he was whimpering silently, now, he heard his own voice.

Since then, there has been no temperature.

From then on, there is no redemption.

Forgot, or remembered?Read it again.Just once.

Not only do I like you very much, I also love you.

Very early on the fourth day, Wang Manchun came to the prison.

Yesterday, Suzuki was called to the "Shan Bureau" instead of interrogating Minglou. He thought he came there to urge him to get the map as soon as possible.Once Ming Lou handed over the blueprint, Suzuki would definitely let him go.She has no chance.

She came in with the injection, but Minglou just looked at her coldly without making a sound.

"Brother, are you really willing to cooperate only under acupuncture, are you telling the truth?"

"What I told you is also true."

"Oh? Which sentence? Has it never changed to me?"

Minglou knew that she was waiting for the drug to take effect, but he really didn't know what she wanted him to do.In a trance, what can he do that she wants him to do?Carrying Suzuki on his back must be something Suzuki disagrees with.

Not a map, what is that?

The effect of the injection came quickly, and he bit the base of his tongue trying to stay awake.

"Brother, do you still remember the day you came back, you asked me what happened to the boyfriend I mentioned in the letter, did I say that I killed him? I want to tell you in detail, and you stop talking."

She walked over, squatted beside Minglou, took out a gun and handed it to Minglou's gradually weakened hand, and said softly with viciousness: "Today, I will let you experience it for yourself."

The remaining sobriety has become the cruelest rape in the world at this moment.

He looked startled and slowly at the woman beside him, the woman who was beautiful in his youthful memory.

Wang Manchun was very satisfied with his reaction at the moment. She brushed her permed hair and sneered: "Once upon a time, I really hoped that you only had me in your eyes. No matter what kind of eyes you look at me, at least I am the one who dominates you. It's a pity , it’s all in the past.”

She held his hand, turned his head and looked towards the cell door: "There is your target, the woman you begged us to let go. Now, it's up to you whether you can let her go."