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

When Qu Qingshi opened his eyes again, he still saw the snow-white walls and bed quilt, and the winter sun shone into the room, sweeping away the haze of the past few days.

The stomach wound was re-sutured, the tingling pain in the lungs and stomach disappeared, the sheets and quilts were changed, and the previous hellish experience disappeared like a dream.

The little black nurse came in silently to change his dressing, and went out silently, Qu Qingshi hurriedly called her: "I'm sorry..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly make a sound, and his throat hurt as if it had been cut by a knife.

The little black nurse turned around. She must have been warned not to talk to him, but the sympathy and pity in her eyes still couldn't help showing.

"No, don't look at me like that," Qu Qingshi smiled, "I'm fine."

The little nurse put down the plate in her hand and said softly, "I, I'll get you a glass of water."

The cruel memories of waterboarding came like a flood. Qu Qingshi's expression changed, and he quickly stopped him: "Don't!" There was a loud noise as the contents of the plate spilled all over the floor.

The little nurse turned around and looked at him helplessly.

Qu Qingshi realized that his overreaction had frightened others, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry."

The strong man guarding the door knocked on the door and walked in: "What's going on?"

The little nurse subconsciously looked at the hospital bed, and the patient quickly retracted the quilt and closed his eyes, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

The strong man followed her gaze and pointed to the patient: "Is he awake?"

The little nurse was obviously afraid of the strong man, but finally shook her head: "No, I just knocked over the plate when I was carrying something by myself."

The strong man approached the patient and took a look at the patient, then turned back and told the little nurse, "Call me as soon as he wakes up."

The little nurse nodded, not daring to look at him.The strong man looked around the room again, walked out, and closed the door.

The little nurse breathed a sigh of relief, walked to him, picked up the plate, and said softly, "It's all right."

Qu Qingshi opened his eyes, and smiled at her again, his face was pale, and his smile was like a white canvas dyed with color, and it suddenly became a little more alive.

"Thank you for helping me," Qu Qingshi asked, "What's your name?"

The little nurse smiled shyly: "My name is Amy."

Qu Qingshi: "Hi, Amy. How many days have I slept?"

"Four days," Amy replied.

It's been four days... Qu Qingshi sighed softly.They are looking for cars all over the street, no matter how inefficient they are, they should find them. If they can't find the inkstone in the car, it will probably be another punishment.

Hearing him sigh, Amy couldn't help asking: "What's the matter?"

Qu Qingshi gave her a comforting smile, regardless of the prison he was in: "It's nothing, has Mr. Wu been here these days?"

Amy shook her head: "Come here, see if you're awake, and leave again."

It should be because I have not been able to find the inkstone, so I am in a hurry.

Qu Qingshi figured it out when he was being tortured. At the beginning, Councilor Wu's thoughts were pure hatred for the country. As long as the cultural relics did not fall into the hands of the Chinese, he didn't care what the cultural relics were, and it didn't matter if they fell.But now that he suddenly spends so much effort to find the inkstone across the country, it must be because someone knew that it was a thousand-year-old cultural relic and wanted to get a share, so he lent Wu Junyao people and financial resources to find the Zhengqi inkstone.

And that person is more powerful than Wu Junyao. As a Chinese, he wants to go further in the political arena, so of course he has to do this matter well.

What about Gu Haofeng?If Gu Haofeng escapes, he will definitely find a way to get the inkstone, and then find a chance to rescue him. Does he know that he is in the hospital?Do you know which room you are in?

Qu Qingshi asked again tentatively: "Did anyone else come to look for me in the past few days?"

Amy's face changed when she heard it.

Qu Qingshi: "What's wrong?"

Amy glanced outside worriedly, and stopped talking for a long time, her eyes flickered and she only dared to shake her head.

Qu Qingshi became excited, and his face was dyed a little red because of the excitement: "Did someone come to see me? What did you see? Did you say anything?"

Amy waved her hands while stepping back, and looked outside: "I... I don't know, I don't know anything."

The more she behaved like this, the more she explained that there was something wrong. Qu Qingshi still wanted to ask, but Amy quickly picked up the plate and ran out.

Another day later, even if Qu Qingshi pretended to be like him, he couldn't escape the eyes of Mr. Wu's gang. He rushed into the ward aggressively and said, "Where is the inkstone!!"

The sun shines in, and the fine dust dances in the sunny summer.The room seemed to be divided into two halves, one half was Councilor Wu and his men in black suits, surrounding Qu Qingshi like vultures, squeezing the room tightly, and the other half was Qu Qingshi lying on a white hospital bed, wearing white hospital gowns , one black and one white collided, and they collided evenly.

Lying on the hospital bed, he smiled and said, "You kill me."

Wu Junyao was taken aback: "Don't tell me? If you don't tell me, I'll go find the father and son in the supermarket!"

Qu Qingshi closed his eyes: "I don't want my own life, and I still care about the father and son in the supermarket?"

Wu Junyao took out his mobile phone and held it in front of Qu Qingshi's eyes: "Is it this car?"

Qu Qingshi glanced at it and closed it again, then turned his head away: "I have already said that the inkstone is on the black SUV, so if you can't find me, what can you do?"

Wu Junyao: "Where is the license plate number? What brand of car? Where is it parked?"

Qu Qingshi closed his eyes and did not speak, his long eyelashes seemed to cast a shadow on his face.

Wu Junyao approached him and threatened viciously: "Do you believe that I can waterboard you again?"

Qu Qingshi nodded, his voice was weak but extremely firm: "I believe it. Councilor Wu's hands and eyes are as good as the sky, and he has made such a big battle in Mexico. He has searched all the black SUVs in Mexico. It is not easy to get me."

He paused: "It's just that I've said so much, and Councilor Wu's subordinates still can't find it. Is it not very professional? Or, knowing that the Zhengqi Inkstone is a thousand-year-old cultural relic became greedy, and found it and swallowed it?"

Wu Junyao sneered: "It seems that he has recovered well, and he can accept the next waterboarding."

"What I said last time is already the limit of what I know. Even if you torture me again this time, you won't be able to find anything." Qu Qingshi said lightly, "I really forgot the license plate number, and it's not a luxury car. The location is just two streets outside the supermarket, it’s already so clear, can’t you find it?”

Wu Junyao turned his back and said a few words to his subordinates, he hesitated for a while, waved his hand, and his subordinates huffed and left.

Wu Junyao turned around leisurely and stared at Qu Qingshi for a while.

"I don't have much patience, Mr. Qu." When Wu Junyao approached Qu Qing, he bent down and whispered in his ear, "The next time you see me, it will be the second time I torture you. This time, I will Let them pour pepper water directly."

Qu Qingshi started not to eat or drink.

He may have a stress disorder to water, it’s okay to take a shower and go to the toilet, but every time he picks up the water cup, he will unconsciously think of that horrible day, a lot of water poured in, suffocation, hopelessness, and severe lung pain Head and Stomach...

It's good to die, Qu Qingshi thought.

If you pour pepper water, it won't last long. If he said it, he would be a historical sinner. If he didn't say it, he would be dead.It would be better to die than to be tortured, and his hunger strike only accelerated the process.

If there are any regrets, there must be.He hasn't seen more cultural relics yet, hasn't recorded all their stories, he's still not sure if Gu Haofeng took out the Zhengqi inkstone, and he hasn't experienced love yet.

He's in his 20s and he has many, many futures ahead of him.

But if the future is to be exchanged with the Zhengqi Inkstone, I am afraid that I will not feel at ease for the rest of my life.

——If he is not dead, how could Mr. Wu let him go.

On this day, the nurses in charge of food in the hospital came to each ward to distribute food as usual. Qu Qingshi had been on a hunger strike for two days and was dying at this moment when he suddenly heard a familiar voice——

He only heard the jingle of the pendant ring, which was crisp and sweet to the ear, and Qu Qingshi turned his head to see that the nurse was wearing Gu Haofeng's jade plaque on his neck!

Qu Qingshi's eyes widened excitedly, seeing the spirit of the jade tablet coming out from behind the nurse's shoulder: "Qu Qingshi! Qu Qingshi! My master gave me to this guy! He asked me to come in to find out the news, He wants to know where you live, how much!"

The peaks and turns turned, the willows were dark and the flowers were bright, Qu Qingshi's eyes were hot, and his heart was beating violently in his chest, as if he saw the sun shining through the dark clouds, and everything had hope again.

Yupai yelled: "Don't worry about getting excited! I can talk to you. I know that it doesn't matter how long you live. My former owner asked me to ask you how I should communicate with him and pass the news on to you. My former master!"

"For you, he sent me out, and after sending me out, he asked me to help him with things. Do you think he has no conscience? Huh? Do you think he is ungrateful for sex!"

Qu Qingshi laughed, and for the first time on the hospital bed, he laughed from the bottom of his heart.