After the founding of the People's Republic of China, cultural relics are not allowed to become

Qu Qingshi felt that his soul was separated from his body, and he quickly floated up into the sky, crossed the Pacific Ocean, and returned to the land he was familiar with.

"You can see ghosts! We don't play with you!"

"Don't play with him, if we play with him, we will be haunted by ghosts!"

They are not, Qu Qingshi galloped forward to catch up, you listen to my explanation, they are not ghosts.

……

As soon as the screen turned, the old days lifted the dust, and a hoarse scream exploded in his ears: "You are all monsters! I married a husband who was a monster, and gave birth to a son who is also a monster!"

The ground cracked, the furniture fell apart, the warm home was wiped out, the noise rang in his ears, he fell from heaven to the abyss, the devil's laughter and hellfire were under his feet, and his mother's disgusted and indifferent face was at the end of his vision.

"Mother……"

He stretched out his hand to reach, Mom, I'm not a monster, don't give up on me.

The devil sinks with his soul, and the human world is shaken and left behind, falling into the boundless hell, and rushing to the end together.

Suddenly everything stopped.

Screams, roars, the noise receded like a tide, the floor gathered under his feet, the furniture was put back together, the curtains whizzed down, and a deafening sound rang in his ears——

"Stones can be broken, but not hard; pills can be ground, but not red."

"Don't be shaken by others, don't use things to move, and then you can take charge of the world's major events."

"Are you so brave? I have heard that you are more courageous than your master. Instead of shrinking, even though you are brown and broad, I am not worried; but shrinking yourself, even though there are tens of thousands of people, I will go."

……

The restless soul was soothed, and time flew by his feet. He crossed the sky and clouds, flew across the Pacific Ocean, and returned to Mexico. His soul smashed back into his body.

pain……

Where is he?What's wrong?what happen?

Oh yes, Mexico, they are in Mexico...

Righteous inkstone!

Inhaled into the lungs in one breath, Qu Qingshi struggled violently while opening his eyes and was about to get up, the righteousness inkstone was still there...

He saw a piece of white hitting his eyes, and the surrounding voices were as vague as if they were separated by water. Qu Qingshi watched the strangers come and go, and his heart seemed to be hung by a thread.

What about Gu Haofeng?Where is Gu Haofeng?

After an unknown amount of time, the surroundings became quiet, only the regular beeping sound of the instrument, and a familiar face appeared in front of him.

"Long time no see, Mr. Qu."

Qu Qingshi's expression gradually cleared up, his lips were slightly parted while wearing a ventilator, and the white air was fleeting on the breathing mask: "Long time no see, Councilor Wu."

Qu Qingshi was imprisoned for a few days, and he gradually found out the environment he was in.They are still in Mexico, in a hospital. The environment of the hospital is good. There is a layer of glass on the outside of the window to escape. There are security guards at the door, and nurses and doctors come in and out without asking a word. Mr. Wu I come here often, and when I come, I only have one sentence: "Where is the inkstone?"

When Qu Qingshi heard this sentence, he put his heart firmly in his stomach, and only asked, "Where's Gu Haofeng?"

Councilor Wu shook his head: "You don't have much capital to negotiate with me, Mr. Qu," he said, "You are all in my hands, and I have plenty of ways to get you to speak."

Qu Qingshi was not nervous, but smiled softly: "If you have capital, why bother to shoot us and save us?"

Wu Junyao didn't speak, Qu Qingshi sat on the bed, wearing a hospital gown, wrapped in a quilt, looking weak but full of confidence: "Because you thought the inkstone was carried by me, but you didn't expect to find that there was no inkstone on us after you shot us dead." We couldn’t find the inkstone around, so we were rescued temporarily.”

"—except us, no one knows where the inkstone is."

Councilor Wu took two steps back and forth in the ward: "I don't want to do anything, Mr. Qu. You tell me where the inkstone is, and I will let you go free, otherwise," he pointed behind Qu Qingshi, "You know, we in the United States Humans are best at waterboarding, and the bed you lie on is a ready-made place for execution."

"Don't scare me," Qu Qingshi's eyes flashed a trace of fear, which was quickly replaced by firmness, "Waterboarding is life-threatening to a certain extent, and I just walked through the Palace of the King of Hell, it really put me in danger." There is no need to find any righteousness inkstones if you die, he will be wandering wherever he should be, and it has nothing to do with you."

Councilor Wu nodded: "You have a backbone, but if you are dead, I can't do anything about you? I can check the places you lived, your car, and even the supermarket you stayed in."

He paused, and approached Qu Qingshi a few steps: "Do you know how scared that child was in the supermarket? If I had arrested his father, in front of the child..."

Qu Qingshi frowned, and interrupted him sharply: "They don't know anything, we're just avoiding the wind and snow over there."

"Who knows," Mr. Wu smiled, "maybe the inkstone is behind a shelf, maybe it's on the ceiling. If you don't want innocent people to be implicated, tell us sooner, and it will be easier for us all."

Qu Qingshi's chest heaved a few times: "They just run a supermarket, and it's not easy for Chinese people to go outside, as you know..."

Councilor Wu raised his hand and made a stop motion: "Don't tell me that it's not easy for the Chinese. I'm an American. Who will be with you Chinese? If you really feel sorry for them, tell them earlier."

Councilor Wu seemed to have a lot of things to do, and he didn't want to argue with Qu Qingshi, so he threatened and left quickly.The nurse came in quickly, changed his dressing, and took his body temperature. Only then did Qu Qingshi come back to his senses, and forced a smile at the nurse: "Thank you."

The nurse was a black girl, she smiled at him shyly, and said to him lightly and quickly, "You're welcome."

The life in the ward was boring and long, there was no TV, no newspaper, and his mobile phone was searched. His daily work was to recuperate and watch the scenery outside.

As long as the Zhengqi inkstone is not found, there is hope for everything.

Right now, I don't know what's going on with Gu Haofeng. Qu Qingshi began to speculate when he was free in the ward. There are nothing more than three situations.

First, like himself, he was captured here by Mr. Wu's subordinates. He must be in a certain room here, but they don't know each other's location.

Second, he fought the opponent and escaped in the situation at that time. Since there was no way to rescue him, he had to run first and then try to rescue him. This is the best situation.

Third, and in the worst case, he might die.

No, Qu Qingshi recalled every word of Councilor Wu in the ward, he said: "You tell me where the inkstone is, and I will set you free", which means that Gu Haofeng is in their hands.

But maybe he released it?

But if it wasn't like this, why didn't there be any news about Gu Haofeng?

A few days later, Mr. Wu came to ask about the whereabouts of the inkstone as usual, but Qu Qingshi did not mention the inkstone, but talked about other things.

"Mr. Wu, I have a question that I can't understand."

Qu Qingshi was ready to get out of bed. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. Under the sunlight, his skin was a little transparent.

"In those ten years, you were not the victim, you were not the one who was criticized, fought, paraded, you were not the one who was ransacked, you were not the one who was forced to flee abroad, your grandparents were more qualified to hate the country than you, they Let’s not hate, why are you, who was born in the United States and never been persecuted, come to hate China?”

Councilor Wu's face was frosty, and he said coldly, "What do you want to say?"

Qu Qingshi: "Your hatred has no basis and is untenable. You hate because of hatred. You may have been brainwashed by the United States, thinking that everything in China is undemocratic and racist, and those ten years were the best. example, isn't it?"

"Hahahahahaha," Councilor Wu laughed out loud as if he had heard some funny joke, "It's a big joke that a person from a brainwashed country says that other countries are brainwashed! You are enslaved and don't even know it, leek Speak for the butcher, hahahahahaha..."

"If you talk about brainwashing," Qu Qingshi interrupted his laugh, "everyone sees the content that has been screened by the media, and then presents it to everyone. If you talk about brainwashing, then everyone is a product of brainwashing. Every media is a tool for brainwashing the country, isn't it?"

Councilor Wu became impatient: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Qu Qingshi: "Why doesn't your father hate the country but you do?"

Councilor Wu became excited: "That's him stupid! The country has made him like this and it's just wishful thinking! He loves the country, does the country love him? Every day he doesn't leave home, he knows how to look for cultural relics everywhere! Whenever the family has some money, they use it to buy cultural relics! He cares about me less than he cares about his cultural relics!"

There was a certain unwillingness and madness on Councilor Wu's face: "My mother took me to work alone, humbly begging for a few cents an hour, and finally I was admitted to the best private school here. He said that there are some ancient paintings that can’t be found, and he took the money away, so I can only go to some stupid public school! He makes cultural relics all day long, but he cared about me once! He didn’t once! He didn’t participate in it once My parents will!"

Councilor Wu gradually calmed down as he vented.

Qu Qingshi nodded: "So he failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband and father."

Councilor Wu didn't speak. Qu Qingshi sat in front of the window and calmly said: "Actually, you don't hate the country. You hate the cultural relics that took away your father. You hate China so that you don't enjoy the love of your father."

There was a moment of bewilderment and understanding on Councilor Wu's face, and then a contemptuous sneer appeared on Qu Qingshi's face, and he said softly: "Little red guy who hasn't been weaned yet."

Councilor Wu seemed to be prying through the secrets in his heart that he least wanted to be seen. He pounced on Qu Qingshi like an enraged leopard, gritted his teeth viciously: "Don't think I can't do anything to you, let you There are many ways to suffer without dying."

He threw Qu Qingshi on the bed, clapped his hands, and the two big men guarding the door came in immediately, waiting for instructions respectfully.

"Tie him up." Councilor Wu said coldly.