There was a murmur of discussion in the venue. [No pop-up novel website] Many people echoed Dongmen Chuiyu's opinion - let spies from the modern world have a taste of modern electrocution.
"Comrades," Wu Mu began to speak: "Let us sort out the clues. What we want to know now is: first, who is this Wei Landuo? Since he is not from this time and space, how did he travel through time? Second? 2. What is Wei Landuo trying to achieve when he comes to Gaolai?"
"Arrest him and those two crooks and interrogate them. Everything will be known." Someone responded from the side, "How about connecting them to a shaky phone?"
"It's not that simple. Since he came as a member of the Jesuits, what is his relationship with the Jesuits and Gelanzani? We have no idea what kind of power is behind this time traveler. There is no use interrogating other missionaries, and they know nothing about him. Most importantly, is there only one Wei Landuo?"
"What do you mean?" Ran Yao asked.
"Why did Wei Landuo come to Hainan? We can make a bold assumption. On D-day, a space-time storm caused the ship that Mingming's family was traveling on to be accidentally involved. So is the appearance of ship A also due to this reason? Wei Landuo and his Several missing accomplices may have traveled through time with us. He may have come to Hainan Island just to find several other accomplices. His accomplices may even be hidden in Lingao or nearby, under our noses. "
This conclusion was so shocking that the entire venue fell silent. Wu Mu continued: "So, the clues to find other unknown time travelers lie in the guy who calls himself Wei Landuo. We must give him freedom of movement and put him under our comprehensive surveillance. Catch him early, It’s totally worth the loss. If we cut off the vine, we won’t be able to touch the melon.”
"Can the political security department ensure comprehensive monitoring of him? We cannot let this big fish slip from our hands."
It was Zhao Manxiong who spoke this time. He assured everyone with a smile that every outsider entering Lingao was under the effective surveillance of the General Administration of Political Security. Ran Yao supported Wu Mu's opinion on behalf of the police department. Currently, the entire Lingao is in a state of emergency, making any investigation, surveillance and arrest operations very convenient. And this white man is as conspicuous as a peacock thrown into a flock of chickens. He had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
The whistle echoed in the cell again, over and over again. Father Trigg had already laid down on the straw mat, but was disturbed by this annoying sound and lost all sleep.
"Padre," he heard Cecilio whisper in his ear and immediately sat up from the bunk. The young monk's lips trembled and turned whiter: "Padre (Father, can also refer to father, is that man crazy?"
Father Trigg shook his head. The man was either crazy or possessed by the devil. But he didn't dare to say it. Because the man possessed by the devil was whistling and smiling at him, showing his dazzling white teeth from time to time.
Weiss didn't bother to pay attention to the whispers of the two Jesuits. In this prison-like place, the only way to learn about the outside world and deduce one's own situation is to rely on one's own ears and the limited scenes in the windows. In the past few days, he had been hearing military training commands and shouts of kill coming from a place not far from the port - not skinny people wearing cloth bags. But a more passionate and powerful cry. From time to time, rows of neat gunshots were heard, occasionally mixed with the low roar of artillery. With such frequent live-fire training, will the Chinese in Lingao continue to expand the war? It's very possible that the largest government force here is finished after all. They can pick fruits anytime and anywhere.
Lando spoke little, or rather never, in the camp. There were too many weird gaps in his Italian. And there may be modern Westerners in Lingao. Weiss was sure that there was a vague singing voice floating in from a distant place. He couldn't tell who was singing in what language, but the tune was "Marseillaise".
He had only heard this vague "La Marseillaise" once. What I hear more is another song, which the soldiers in Linggao always sing when going up and down. He vaguely felt that the melody of the song was familiar. After whistling the melody many times, Weiss finally remembered the origin of this familiar feeling. At that time, he was lying in a small hotel room in Rome, wondering where the next contract was, and absently watching the little Chinese girl on the TV singing this song with a slow rhythm like a hymn, which is now sung proudly by the soldiers. Soaring songs.
Okay, Australians, I kind of know where you’re coming from. Weiss smiled proudly and even laughed. Father Trigg involuntarily retreated a few centimeters further into the shadow of the corner.
The sound of footsteps came from the corridor from far to near. Weiss didn't pay attention - maybe the concentration camp guards came to deliver food again. Two meals a day of rice porridge mixed with minced fish and vegetable leaves made Weiss always hungry and dizzy. This group of Chinese who claimed to be Australians seemed to plan to starve their prisoners until they were dizzy and unable to escape.
The door opened with a clang, and a burst of fresh air poured into the room that smelled of carbolic acid, sweat, and urine. The camp guard stood at the door, carrying a bamboo stick instead of a porridge bucket.
"You guys, get up and clean up." Although he tried his best to sound fierce, these people still looked at him with fear mixed with confusion, and no one moved.
"Get ready to get out, get out" the guard continued waving his arms and pointing at the door. Now they all understood. Weiss stood up without hesitation. He was tired of staying here. Even going to hell would be better than being locked up in this hot and stuffy prison.
He patted his body - it was actually very clean, and there were no parasites on the straw mat that he was used to seeing and had enough of in this time and space. Behind the guard stood three short but sturdy young men, all with dark oriental faces. They wore the most common here, rustic gray uniforms and leggings.
But Lando soon discovered that they were wearing blue collar badges, which he had never seen before - including those who inspected and questioned them at customs.
The three young men were silent, with cloth holsters hung on their armed belts, revealing the black handles of their revolvers. Based on Lando's experience, he could tell that this was definitely not a revolver produced by a certain arsenal. More similar to those pistols made in handicraft workshops in Pakistan and Afghanistan.
It took a while before Trigg and others followed. The guard led the way, and the three young men followed silently not five or six steps away from them. Cecilio turned back to look at them from time to time and saw the black gun handles exposed on these people's armed belts. The young monk could hardly move or even stand firmly.
The small door at the bottom of the corridor opened, and the summer sunshine suddenly filled the corridor. The tense atmosphere immediately dissipated - they could see clearly that there was an open space outside, with no barbed wire, no watchtowers, and no soldiers holding rifles with bayonets. A beautiful carriage was waiting outside the gate of the quarantine camp. Father Trigg murmured in a low voice: "Praise God", because Father Lu Ruohua stood in front of the carriage and looked at the group of people with a smile.
He was so happy to leave the terrifying atmosphere in the quarantine camp that he didn't even bother to observe the situation around him. Only Weiss noticed that another carriage with its hood was parked not far behind, looking quite strange in the empty square in front of the back gate of the quarantine camp.
Three mysterious young people got on the carriage at the back, and Lu Ruohua explained that they were "security personnel" sent by the Australian government. After all, the entire Lingao is still in a war period. According to the "relevant departments" of the Australians, the unpleasant treatment received by several Jesuit dispatches was also an emergency precautionary measure, which he himself expressed regret for.
"The Australians achieved a great victory on the battlefield, defeating 100,000 Ming Dynasty troops. They gained a permanent advantage in South China. This is God's will." 6 Ruohua made the sign of the cross when he said this.
Jin Lige murmured some words to express his congratulations. He was very curious about everything going on in Lingao Church and was eager to know many things. But Lu Ruohua's excitement seems not to have passed yet - he is talking about the expansion opportunities of Lingao Church with this military victory.
"We will soon establish churches in Danzhou and Chengmai." Probably because he had experienced too many missionary failures in China, Lu Ruohua was full of joy about the "great situation" in Hainan that was making rapid progress, and talked about it several times. I shed tears of excitement.
Jin Lige was not as excited as him. Before leaving Macau, he had an inexplicable worry: The Australians are so powerful, and most of the Australian elders are not the Lamb of the Lord, why would they be so interested in spreading the gospel? What is their purpose?
Weisslando pretended to be content with the situation, closed his eyes and said nothing. Only the young monk timidly asked: "Padre, where are we going?"
"Let's go eat first," Lu Ruohua said, "You look hungry, kid."
When they heard that there was food, sparks appeared in several people's eyes - it was already unbearable to eat seafood porridge every day during these days.
The priests' attention to food was famous throughout the Middle Ages. The Society of Jesus is relatively less particular about food and drink than the older religious orders, but the Society of Jesus is not an ascetic order after all.
"We are going to Dongmen City now." v! ~!
