Looking at Xie Jiuwen's wounds, Zuo Zhong knew that everything the secret service headquarters did to him was not to extract a confession, but purely to vent his anger. Cutting off his nose and ears was humiliating, leaving his tongue to make him beg for mercy.
In front of pure revolutionaries, Xu Enzeng and his like thought that they could submit through violence. When they found that they could not defeat him, they could only use brutal means to cover up their fear and guilty conscience.
Zuo Zhong could imagine how fierce the enemy was at the beginning, how furious they became after being completely disappointed, and how hysterical they became in the end. These inhuman beasts.
Xie Jiuwen murmured a few words and passed out again. At this time, footsteps came from behind.
Zuo Chong wiped his eyes secretly and said in a stern tone: "Battle Commander Xie, can you hear what I said."
He did not call out Xie Jiuwen's name. There was no direct contact between the two of them. More than a year had passed since the hot spring sanatorium case. He only remembered that the other party's general condition was normal.
"Section Chief Zuo, I forgot to mention that this guy's name is Xie Jiuwen. He is deaf. He probably can't hear what you said. Why don't you go and see Gu Lan over there? You might get something unexpected."
It was Liu Gui who came outside the door. He seemed to give a kind reminder. His words were full of gloating. He seemed to be very proud of wasting a few minutes. It seemed that he had really given up.
Zuo Zhong stood up slowly and did not respond to this guy's provocation. He put the bloody handkerchief into his pocket, covered his mouth with his hand, turned around and walked out of Xie Jiuwen's cell.
As he passed by, he glanced at the smiling Liu Gui.
Walking to the last cell, Zuo Zhong looked through the hole in the iron door. Gu Lan was sitting on the floor of the cell with her eyes closed. She looked neat and tidy. From the outside, she looked like she had not been tortured.
But this is impossible. Based on the behavior of the secret service headquarters, it is very likely that Xie Jiuwen's life safety was used to threaten Gu Lan to speak, because women are emotional and easily influenced by emotions.
Emotional instability gives the interrogator an opportunity to take advantage of him. Xu Enzeng is proficient in psychology and it is impossible not to understand this truth, and with his shamelessness and despicability, he is completely able to do such a thing.
"Open the door."
"Yes, sir."
Ignoring Liu Gui, who was watching from the side, Zuo Zhong walked into the cell with a normal expression and stepped heavily. Gu Lan opened her eyes after hearing the sound.
"Ms. Gu, remember Zuo. It's such a coincidence that we meet again. It seems that the last time we met was also in the interrogation room." Zuo Chong said with a smile.
How could Gu Lan not recognize Zuo Zhong, the dog agent of the Secret Service? He had suggested that the organization eliminate this person, but unfortunately he was not approved. The other party must have appeared here to obtain information.
It seemed that the Guo Party agent was still determined. Seeing that the previous tricks didn't work, she now asked Zuo to interrogate her. She didn't say anything and glanced at Zuo Zhong coldly, her eyes full of hatred.
Looking at the familiar eyes, Zuo Zhong didn't know what she had experienced in the southwest. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, thinking of Liu Gui who was eavesdropping outside and talking about the Guo Dang's clichés to persuade them to surrender.
"Ms. Gu, the ants are still living in vain. You and Mr. Xie have persisted for so long and have become worthy of the underground party. I think your comrades have received the message and those who should leave should have retreated.
So even if you do anything, it will not have any impact on your party. In the final analysis, Director Xu and the others just want to save face. In this way, as long as you surrender, I promise to treat Mr. Xie immediately.
In this way, you don't have to die, and you don't have to worry about hurting others. Why don't you consider such a thing that has the best of both worlds? Alas, I feel bad when I see Battalion Commander Xie's look. "
Liu Gui outside the door was chewing his teeth when he heard this. What Zuo said made sense. After so many days of arrest, it didn't make much sense to thank Gu for surrender. It was really just a matter of face.
Director Xu of the dignified department personally took action and captured the underground party suspect. He tortured the suspect for seven days and found nothing. If this news got out, those who were watching the fun would probably laugh their heads off again.
As long as they surrender, the director will have face. Why didn't he think of this? His heart was lifted. If the female underground party figured it out and agreed, the department would be even more embarrassed.
Fortunately, Gu Lan in the cell closed her eyes again and turned a deaf ear to Zuo Zhong's words. Zuo Zhong was not angry and continued to talk nonsense while secretly making movements with his hands.
Half an hour later, Zuo Zhong walked out of the cell with a helpless expression. Liu Gui had already yawned. Seeing that he had returned without success, a smile appeared on his face. If he could persuade him to surrender so easily, he would not be an underground party.
"Chief Zuo, don't worry too much. The underground party is different from the Japanese spies. These people are just like the smelly and hard stones in the latrine. If you encounter only a few who are willing to cooperate, you might as well kill them all."
The two of them walked towards Dai Chunfeng and Xu Enzeng to prepare to return to life. Liu Gui said as he walked, his tone seemed to be regretful, but he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes and almost laughed out loud.
Zuo Zhong didn't pay attention to this clown. He walked up to Dai Chunfeng and shook his head at him. Lao Dai was not too disappointed. Just like Liu Gui said, the underground party is not so easy to instigate rebellion.
Xu Enzeng whispered a few words to Liu Gui, then raised his head and said, "Director Dai, I think it's almost time. The people of the 88th Division prepared a meal for the two prisoners on the road. They will be shot after they finish eating."
Dai Chunfeng naturally had no objection. Anyway, he had just received all the benefits at the prison gate. It had nothing to do with him when he would be shot. He just lamented that the people of the 88th Division were so kind that they even prepared a farewell meal.
Zuo Zhong sneered in his heart. With Xie Jiuwen's physical condition, let alone eating, he couldn't even drink water. Xu Enzeng was showing off to the people of the 88th Division, trying to prove that he was a humane person.
The fact should be what he thought. The elite of the 88th Division must have assisted in the operation at that time. Otherwise, with Xie Jiuwen's strength and vigilance, he would not have been captured alive, at least not without resistance.
The relationship between the secret service headquarters and the military cannot be too harmonious, especially for elite troops. The destructive power of intelligence agencies + elite troops is not as simple as 1+1, but increases exponentially.
Last time, the arms smuggling case was used to instigate the relationship between the two parties, but this was not enough. Something must be done to the 88th Division participating in the operation to completely destroy the cooperation between the two.
The prison guard walked in with the meal and walked out quickly. Obviously Xie Jiuwen and Gu Lan didn't care about the so-called meal on the road. They were both atheists and were not afraid of death.
Xu Enzeng's face was very dark: "Huh, give them shameless things, carry them out, and put their heads away for me after they are shot. I want to show some people that this is the result of non-cooperation!"
Xie Jiuwen and Gu Lan were brought out and tied to a wooden frame. A group of prison guards armed with rifles ran in formation and stood opposite the wooden frame, looking expressionlessly at the execution target.
"preparation."
The prison guards wrapped the gun rope around their wrists and quickly loaded their rifles.
"Raise the gun."
The prison guards raised their guns and shot a group of people every month. They had long been accustomed to it.
Under the bright sunshine, Xie Jiuwen and Gu Lan had no fear of facing death. Xie Jiuwen suddenly raised his head and looked at them with only eye sockets remaining, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.
Dai Chunfeng only felt that his scalp was numb. He had not seen it clearly just now, but now he realized that Gou Ri had tortured the other person into this state. This was not torture at all, and torture had no purpose of gouging out.
As the instigator, Xu Enzeng also felt cold and subconsciously took two steps back. How could this underground party know where they were standing when they had no eyes left? This was so weird.
After Xie Jiuwen "watched" the agents, he raised his head to look at the blue sky and hummed a vague song. Gu Lan quickly followed him and sang with a loud voice.
"Arise, hungry and cold slave..."
"Rise up, people of the world..."
Dai Chunfeng and Xu Enzeng suddenly changed their expressions. This song was familiar to them. Six or seven years ago, a group of people singing the same song attacked heavily armed soldiers with various weapons.
Facing rifles and machine guns, these people did not hesitate. They died one by one, the blood on their chests bloomed like flowers, and the rainwater falling on the barrel of the gun was instantly evaporated into a ball of water vapor.
"My heart is full...already boiling."
"Fight for the truth!"
"The old world is in ruins."
Gu Lan's voice became louder and louder, and the singing was carried to all directions by the wind. More and more responses came from the prison. Xu Enzeng turned pale with fright, and the agents were horrified.
"No singing! No singing!"
The warden pulled out his pistol and roared at the top of his lungs at Gu Lan. His trembling legs showed the fear in his heart. Even though he had a weapon, he was still terrified.
The underground gang members in Laohuqiao Prison picked up whatever items they could get their hands on, and regardless of the threats and beatings from the prison guards, they smashed them against the prison railings one after another, singing in time.
"This is the final struggle,
United until tomorrow,
Intel... must be realized! "
They knew that another comrade was about to be killed by the reactionaries. At this moment, everyone united tightly, venting their anger to the enemy and stating their ideals.
Beads of sweat dripped from Dai Chunfeng's forehead. Xu Enzeng howled and told the prison guards to shoot him immediately and kept wiping his neck with a handkerchief. Liu Gui held a pistol in his hand and looked around suspiciously.
Zuo Zhong wanted Xie Jiuwen to see this scene with his own eyes. They used all kinds of torture and tried every means to make you fearful, but you only used one song to make them look ugly.
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Zuo Zhong said: "The rest is in (the author's words), right at the end of the article. If you change it during the day, the number of words will be the same, and there will be no extra deductions."
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A person has childhood, adulthood and old age, and I don’t think anyone would think this is unsatisfactory. A day has morning, noon, and sunset, and a year has four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. There is no better way than this.
There is nothing good or bad in life, there is only a question of "what is good in that season".
If we hold this biological concept of life and live according to the seasons, no one except arrogant idiots and hopeless idealists will deny that life is indeed like a poem. past.
Shakespeare expressed this concept very clearly in his section on the seven stages of life, and many Chinese writers have said similar things.
It is strange that Shakespeare did not become a religious person, nor did he show great concern for religion. I think this is what makes him great;
He looked at life as it was, and he did not disturb the arrangement and organization of everything in the world, just as he never disturbed the characters in his plays.
Life is in various shapes and forms. Some people once said that it is like a river of spring water;
