This was not a prison, it was just a detention room at the police station. In the evening, a young policeman came and untied him, but put him in handcuffs, and gave him a steamed bun and a bowl of water.
Xiaowuzi was not polite, he ate it in a few mouthfuls and drank all the water in one gulp. He had thought about it, and he could bear the punishment for a while longer even if he was full.
But he didn't expect that no one would pay attention to him on the second day, and no one would pay attention to him on the third day. After five or six days in a row, he seemed to have been forgotten here except for eating, drinking, and defecating.
A few days later, the tall, powerful guy with a sinister face finally appeared again. This time he was wearing a black police uniform. First, he ordered his police officers to uncuff Xiao Wuzi and then tied him to a wooden frame with a rope.
There were many torture instruments, and they were lined up in a big row in front of Xiao Wuzi. The guy slipped around twice in front of the torture instruments, looking at the torture instruments and then at Xiao Wuzi.
Xiaowuzi knew that this was to scare him, a kind of psychological deterrent before being sentenced to death. If he was timid, he would ask and say whatever he wanted without being sentenced to death.
In the past few days, there were two cereals and steamed buns every day, which was already a good meal for Xiaowuzi. At least he was not hungry and still had the strength to bear the beating.
The man finally picked out a leather whip that was not too long. The whip was made of cowhide strips and was very thin. Even though it is small, one whip on the body will cause a bloody streak.
Originally, the purpose of the execution was to force the prisoner to confess, but today it seemed that there was nothing to ask. The guy just wanted to beat Xiaowuzi to vent his anger.
He did not use his subordinates, but took action himself. First, he slapped Xiao Wuzi more than ten times on his head and face. Xiao Wuzi received two whips on his left and right cheeks, and his flesh and blood were immediately mutilated.
Xiaowuzi gritted his teeth and said nothing. The muscles on his body beat erratically with the crack of the whip.
After a pause, the guy smiled evilly, raised his thumb and praised: "What a good man." Then he was beaten like a storm, and the whip turned into thousands of black shadows and poured towards Xiao Wuzi. . The air was filled with the whine of the whip breaking through the air and the snapping sound of hitting people. But there was no sound of Xiao Wuzi crying out in pain.
I don't know how much time passed, it should have been a short while, but Xiao Wuzi felt that it was as long as a century. The guy finally got tired of beating him. Xiao Wuzi's body was already covered with streaks of blood. The blood seeped into his clothes and his gums were bleeding from his bites.
The guy threw down his whip, took a towel, wiped his sweat and turned around and walked out.
Xiao Wuzi secretly remembered this person and planned to kill him if he had the chance in the future.
The man didn't go far, and just at the door, someone asked in a low voice: "Captain, didn't you say that someone from above has spoken, should I be given a lighter sentence?" Xiaowuzi has a good memory, and he recognized that the person who spoke was the policeman wearing glasses that day. . Then I heard the captain who beat him say: "How can we explain to the Japanese if we don't go to jail? So he can't escape from this beating, and we won't offend both sides. Isn't this the best of both worlds?"
Then the two of them walked away while talking. Xiaowuzi heard it and went through it in his mind. He probably guessed that someone had opened his joints and he needed to be given a lighter sentence, and these black dogs didn't dare to let the Japanese see it. That's why there was this inexplicable whipping. Thinking of this, I don't hate that guy so much.
At dusk, when the police station got off work, the captain came back and ordered his men to put Xiao Wuzi down, put him in handcuffs, and escorted him to the courtyard of the police station.
It's raining outside, not too heavy, just a thin spring rain. It is said that spring rain is as valuable as oil, and that is what they say to farmers. Here at Xiaowuzi, the drizzle could kill him.
The single clothes on his body have been beaten into strips, and there is no difference between Xiao Wuzi and naked body. The cold rain poured on the bruised body, taking away all the heat. Xiaowuzi was shivering all over from the cold.
Everyone in the yard had left, except for the guard in the distance, only Xiao Wuzi and the police captain were left. The captain held an oil-paper umbrella, looked into the distance, and then looked around to make sure no one was around before he walked up to Xiao Wuzi.
Xiao Wuzi was trembling all over, but he looked warily at the guy who had sentenced him. I saw him take out a cigarette pouch from his arms. The cigarette pouch was very ordinary, it was a white marble cigarette holder and a copper cigarette pot. But the cigarette pouch hanging on the cigarette bag made Xiao Wuzi's eyes widen.
There was a lifelike black horse embroidered on it. Xiao Wuzi was so familiar with this cigarette bag, even the white hairs on the tight string were so familiar.
Three years ago, when the team was not dispersed.
When Xiaowuzi came back from his mission, he brought a bunch of drifting tobacco to the commander. The commander was very happy and took out two tobacco leaves and roasted them on the stove until they were fragrant.
After putting on the cigarette pouch, Xiaowuzi struck a match to help him light it, but saw that the cigarette pouch was bare and the cigarette pocket was missing. Xiaowuzi asked: "Commander, where is the cigarette pocket?" There was a horse embroidered with black thread on the pocket. The craftsmanship was very good, and the black horse was embroidered vividly.
The commander smiled, very mysteriously, and said to Xiaowuzi: "I gave away the cigarette bag. Remember, if you see that cigarette bag again one day, the person holding the cigarette bag must be one of us." "
The police captain lowered his voice and said: "Your second uncle has a cough again. I want you to catch him two qian of angelica."
Xiao Wuzi was silent for a long time. He was a little confused, but he still gave the secret code: "Danggui is not right, I have four coins of Fritillaria."
He never thought that this manchurian policeman with a cruel face that he wanted to strangle to death would actually be one of his own.
The police captain whispered: My surname is Ji, codename is Farmer, I was dispatched by the Communist International and have been lurking here for a long time. Time is limited, so let’s make a long story short. I’m joining you on behalf of the Communist International. Although you did not find the information, and the information has expired, I have seen that information through other channels. I am here to formally inform you, Comrade Zhenwu, that your mission has been completed. "
Xiaowuzi was shivering from the cold, but was so shocked by the shocking news that he forgot about the coldness in his body. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, the farmer said again: "I know you have many questions, so I will try to save time to answer you. First, Mr. Guan is a shepherd boy, and he did rebel. Second, the person who reported you is Liu Yun, because Liu Yun is the secret lover of the shepherd boy. She reported you to us when she found out that you wanted to get rid of the shepherd boy, and then helped you find someone to intercede and ask for a lighter sentence.
Third, although someone has opened your joints, you still have to serve your sentence. I can't rescue you now because there are still tasks for you. Fourth, regarding the removal of adultery, leave it to us. "
Xiaowuzi opened his mouth again but no words came out. He originally wanted to ask Sister Yun if she had rebelled? But with the relationship between the shepherd boy and her, it no longer matters whether she rebels or not.
The farmer also said that the shepherd boy did not reveal Liu Yun when he rebelled. The Japanese also used him and the information as bait, intending to fish out people who would come back to meet him again. After I discovered the situation, I informed the people who came in time and they had evacuated.
Originally, I didn't know that Liu Yun existed. It wasn't until you were reported that I matched up all the clues. You must maintain your current state of being tortured and try not to expose any flaws. Go back to the detention room first and wait for my notification. "
As Xiao Wuzi walked back, his mind was racing with thoughts, and he would not be able to digest so much news that subverted his cognition for a while.
He never dreamed that his mission would be completed in such a hazy way? He hasn't found the intelligence signed by the political commissar yet, he hasn't gotten rid of the traitors yet, and he hasn't asked his beloved Sister Yun face to face why she betrayed him.
After Ji Hua walked out of the police station, he did not go home. Instead, he walked south along the main road and turned in at Fourth Avenue. He first went to Ding Feng Zhen and bought two kilograms of rice cakes, and then walked south again and looked in front of a pub. He glanced at the signature dishes written in chalk on the wooden board at the door, then opened the curtain and entered the house.
The waiter in the tavern saw Ji Hua and shouted loudly: "Sir Ji Hua is here? Please come inside." There were quite a few people in the tavern, there were about three or four tables of guests. The waiter led Ji Hua inside. between.
Entering the private room, taking off his shoes and getting on the kang, Ji Hua took off his police uniform and said, "Let me dry it out, it's a little wet." The boy reached out and took the clothes and turned around and went out.
The shopkeeper opened the door and came in. He smiled and asked, "Sir Ji, what do you want to eat today?"
Ji Hua said: "Watch a bowl of mutton soup, scramble an egg, and boil a pot of Jidequan's small pot to get rid of the cold." The shopkeeper said: "Okay, please wait a moment and take a puff of cigarette first. You'll be fine soon." As he spoke, he handed over a cigarette.
Ji Hua took the cigarette but did not light it but clamped it to his ears. He lay down on the kang and closed his eyes to rest.
After a while, the dishes were ready, and the shopkeeper came in with a tray. The dishes are all brought to the Kang table, with a large bowl of boiling water and a small wine pot placed in the boiling water to slowly heat it up.
Ji Hua sat up, and the cigarette on his ears disappeared at some point.
The shopkeeper lowered his voice and said: "We only got in touch with the people in the mountains. The Japanese blockade is very tight. They can only respond in the upper reaches of the Songhua River, and they have to rely on themselves for other matters. The response point is on the map."
Ji Hua also whispered: "I have found someone who is very suitable for carrying out the task. I will arrange for him to come over as soon as possible."
The shopkeeper nodded and turned around and went out, while Ji Hua started pouring himself a drink.
