I wonder if I can get off work on time today? The work of the interrogation office has been very heavy recently, and the interrogation room in the basement is being used almost every moment. She has been seconded several times this month, and another case was solved yesterday... but she had stayed up all night last night. She should not be asked to work overtime today - ever since a naturalized civilian police officer suddenly died suddenly while working for three days and three nights, continuous overtime work of more than 48 hours has been banned. [No pop-up novel website]
Li Yongxun walked to the door of the cafeteria. There was a self-service beverage table with three thermos buckets on the table, which were coffee, black tea and "energy potion". She took out a glass from the plate covered with white gauze, poured a glass of "energy potion" and drank it. This stuff takes effect quickly. After drinking it, you will not feel sleepy immediately, and your mind will be clear enough to cope with the whole day's work.
Putting the cup into the rattan collection basket, Li Yongxun went to the bathroom next to the canteen, wiped his face with water in his hand, and looked himself up and down in the mirror.
The girl in the mirror is wearing a black top, a black skirt, and a round hat with black white floss: this look can no longer be associated with the girl who used to wear a skirt and a bikini. The appearance of the only daughter of the Xiaoqi family of Jinyiwei in the Ming Dynasty has disappeared. Only the pair of maids on her head still have some traces of the past. Every time Li Yongxun sees himself in the mirror, he feels like an unreal dream.
Who am I, where am I, what am I doing...
This inexplicable question always flashed through her mind in an instant.
Although the past life was only two or three years ago, it seemed like it was a lifetime ago. Li Yongxun even felt that he had forgotten many things.
She pulled back her hat. I licked the hair that had fallen off my temples again - I couldn't comb my hair here, I had to wait until I got off work.
Li Yongxun returned to the household registration office where he worked. The household registration office was a large and spacious office. It's not an exaggeration to say it's a hall. The room was densely packed with "Holy Ship 16-type data desks" mass-produced by Lingao Furniture Factory. This kind of desk comes with special shelves and small drawers where documents and forms can be inserted. Work starts at seven o'clock, and the fifty or sixty household registration officers of the national police in the department have already started their day's work behind these desks.
Due to the shortage of police personnel, the household registration office has recently been providing "mobile personnel" who are seconded to other departments to work night shifts. Therefore, most people in the office appear to be suffering from insomnia, with blue complexions and dark circles under their eyes. No smoking allowed in the house. So everyone, regardless of gender, had a cup of scalding strong tea on the table. In order to save time on making tea and pouring water, this place, like all the organs of the Senate, is in charge of special personnel. Every half hour, a female intern pushes a small parking lot to refill water, change tea leaves, and make coffee at your convenience. If you're hungry, dried sweet potatoes and candies are provided for free.
The household registration office is the department that employs the most female police officers in the national police. Two-thirds are women. So Li Yongxun walked in. No one noticed except the deputy director sitting at the first desk who glanced at her.
She quickly returned to her seat. The table had been cleared, and unfinished work was piled neatly in the "to-do" box - she was frustrated to find that a lot of new documents had been added - God, I want to be a "pedestrian", not a to-do I work as a swordsman and penman here.
In comparison, being "seconded" is much more interesting. "Hey" Li Yongxun picked up a sharpened pencil and sighed. Ever since she fell into the hands of the Australians in Macau and was taken to Lingao, she had been under solitary house arrest for the first few months in that house - which she later learned was called a "study class".
After being interrogated once in the study class, no one came to see her for several months. Just ask her to keep writing her self-report. I have written this self-narration alone no less than twenty times. Every time I submitted it, it would be returned with the same comment: "Too simple."
"Then what do you want me to write?" She once complained to Ke Yun who came to deliver materials. "I'm a little girl, this is all I know..." she begged. "Please, please let me know. Don't be so hung up."
"After all, you have been living in this world for fifteen years, and you have seen a lot of things. No matter how big or small it is, whatever comes to mind. It doesn't matter if you have a poor family. You can also write about how many dogs you have raised in your family. You were spanked by your parents when you were a child. You can also write...as long as you remember things, you can do it." Ke Yun was not moved by her complaints at all, "When the test is passed, the next step will be taken."
So she had no choice but to continue writing her autobiography in the dark in the small room in the study class. For more than half a year, Li Yongxun had to write his self-report arduously in order not to let the so-called "drying" here. In the end, he simply had nothing to say and was digging out details.
Sometimes she felt that Kun Ze had no intention of reading her autobiography: she had raised several dogs when she was a child, there was a strongman named Chen Dayou in Nanjing Jinyiwei, and her relatives were trivial things. Kun Ze was useless. Wouldn't be interested. They just use it to kill themselves. But she was completely powerless to resist: it was really hard to leave her life in the hands of others, waiting to be judged whether she should live or die, and it might even be worse than death. Li Yongxun knew very well how miserable the situation of female prisoners in the violent dictatorship was - compared to the Ming Dynasty, the thieves were very polite to the female prisoners.
Although he was not tortured or violated, even if the case was closed, his fate would be extremely worrying. According to the rules of the Ming Dynasty, even if he could escape death, his final end would be nothing more than "handing over to the official media for sale" or "entering the Jiaofang Department". If the former still has some room for change, whether she is bought as a wife or a maid, as long as she can contact her sister and brother-in-law in Guangdong, she can use money to redeem her. If she falls into the "Jiaofangsi" of the thieves... Li Yongxun simply couldn't imagine it.
After being wasted like this for more than half a year, when Li Yongxun was almost tortured to the point of dementia, Ke Yun came to her cell - but this time, she did not have the self-report that was always returned in her hand. .
Li Yongxun immediately realized that the Australians must have made arrangements for her. He hurriedly stepped forward and put on a flattering expression, opened his big bright eyes and asked pitifully: "Sister, the self-report I wrote before is very good, can you let me go?"
But Ke Yun just said coldly: "Follow me."
Li Yongxun followed Ke Yun anxiously and returned to the long-lost foyer through the iron gates. She wanted to see her fate from Ke Yun's expression - but the other person's face remained expressionless.
The foyer was empty, which made her feel a little reassured - if she was to be taken to be executed or "sold off her official position" or "sold into the Jiaofangsi", there would definitely be a few strong women. There's no one else around now, so that's probably not the case anymore.
Ke Yun filled out a form and handed it to the lame guard. Then the last iron door was opened in front of her eyes.
"I will take you to the resettlement center later. From today on, you are allowed to have some freedom, but you cannot leave Lingao."
"Thank you sister..." Li Yongxun breathed a sigh of relief. Not only was his life safe, but his body was also saved.
"I am Ke Yun, political security trainee associate coordinator of the Political Security Bureau. You can call me by my name. During this period, I will always be responsible for your supervision. I hope you will cooperate with my work." She said with a sneer and asked This little girl knows that the consequences of not cooperating will be serious.
Li Yongxun immediately nodded and said: "I understand, I understand. I will definitely listen to my sister."
Although she was full of slander, she was also very envious: she had always been an upright and true royal guard, and she had become a "public servant", able to stand for the emperor with an embroidered spring knife, and "beat with heart" with a water and fire stick in hand. Beat up the "criminal" with orders, or change his identity and sneak into the enemy camp to collect intelligence...
Although her imagination is wild, she knows in her heart that this is impossible - not to mention that she is a girl who will never have a chance to work, but her father, uncle, uncle, grandfather, great-grandfather... most of them are doing nothing. I spent my youth and never did the things I imagined.
The girl in front of her was a few years older than herself, but she was a serious official and was probably a small boss. This look alone is not ordinary...
Although the Australians only occupy a corner of Hainan, they still have a situation. Ke Yun was working as an errand for them, and he was a serious official. It was much better than him using the stolen Jinyiwei brand to cheat and no one believed him.
While she was feeling sorry for herself, she heard Ke Yun say coldly: "You'd better not have any plans to escape. Otherwise, it wouldn't be writing a self-report."
"Yes, yes, yes." Li Yongxun nodded repeatedly.
"Don't use your brain to write letters or send oral messages." Ke Yun smiled, pointed to a tall building with scaffolding in the distance and said, "Do you know where that place is?"
"Please give me some advice from my sister..." Li Yongxun was extremely well-behaved.
"That's Ziming Tower, yes, it's the semicolon of the one in Guangzhou. It's under construction, and there's a shortage of lively and beautiful girls like you..."
Li Yongxun's expression changed: "Sister, I don't dare. I will definitely listen to my sister."
Ke Yun smiled. This time her smile was much more normal and no longer "meaningful". She took Li Yongxun into a carriage and took her to the resettlement center.
The resettlement center is just a hotel - but it is run by the Political Security Bureau, and all the people who are intended to be "monitored and used" live in it. Although these people are considered to be "available", their histories have considerable problems, so they must be monitored for a period of evaluation. Until their rating reaches the point of "monitored use." (To be continued...)
