At around 11 o'clock at night, the joyful atmosphere in the military club reached its climax, and it was about to end. The young soldiers each found their favorite partner, waited for the final grand prize to be announced, and then left with the woman they liked.
The organizer had already begun to take out the slips of paper that the officers had put into the box. Under the supervision of several highly respected officers, they arranged them in an orderly manner, and then eliminated them from the lowest according to the number of the arrays written down by each person on paper. Finally, the three people with the highest accuracy were selected as the winners of today's first, second and third prizes.
Just when the host started to announce the top three, the young bartender suddenly saw a frog folded in paper in the corner of his bar.
He remembered that the Chinese student folded the paper frog and borrowed paper and pen from him at the time.
Out of curiosity, the young bartender brought the paper frog over.
The paper green baby is beautifully folded.
Five minutes later, the young bartender suddenly shouted: "Mr. Major, there is still a note left here, left by the Chinese student!"
At this time, the three winners had already come to the stage and were receiving the prizes awarded by the major.
Mike won the first place. He memorized 37 combinations of data, the second place remembered 35, and the third place remembered 33.
Looking at the young bartender holding up the note in his hand, the major host said: "The selection results are out, and those who did not participate in the selection will be considered as invalid votes!"
An officer curiously asked the young bartender: "That Chinese guy, how many sets of numbers does he remember?"
The young bartender hesitated: "A lot!"
Hill laughed and said: "A lot? Don't be funny, he just wrote a lot of messy things just to save face."
The bartender said: "But Mr. Major, I feel it would be a shame not to read it."
"A lot?" Mike stood on the stage and smiled, "How much is a lot?"
Mike said to the major: "Mr. Major, why don't you take up the paper left by the Chinese student and read it to see how much he remembers."
Mike has always been resentful of Zhou Zhihan. Not only did his long-planned plan to get the girl Ida Harndele come to nothing, but he also suffered a big stumble in front of everyone. He can never swallow this breath.
Fortunately, he won the first prize tonight and regained some face. Now the young bartender took out the note left by the Chinese. Mike felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Even if the Chinese salted fish left, I have to take this opportunity to humiliate him.
Mike thought that the note must have been written in a mess, so he was embarrassed to bring it up. The bartender had no idea which 100 number combinations were on the podium, and then he saw the messy writing left by the Chinese. Note, just think how good his memory is.
"Major, let everyone see what kind of bullshit numbers the Chinese people scribble on?"
The people in the audience knew that there was a quarrel between Mike and the Chinese. Seeing that Mike insisted on asking the major to read the note left by the Chinese, they started to boo.
The major host thought it would be okay to read it. The party was about to end. Reading the note would add to the final atmosphere. Anyway, the three awards had been awarded and the Chinese student had left. No matter good or bad, there was no loss to everyone. !
So the major nodded to the bartender.
The bartender quickly handed the note to the major.
Two other officers, out of curiosity, also took up positions behind the major.
After watching for a while, the host looked solemn and handed the note to a colonel.
Tonight, the colonel was the highest-ranking officer in the club.
The colonel just shook his head and whispered to himself: "God, I don't believe there are such people in China with such smart heads. Tonight, we almost missed the gift from God."
Looking at the colonel above and shaking his head, Mike and his friends, who were holding the first prize, urged them to read it out quickly, so that everyone could see how smart the Chinese people are and how perfect their memory is.
The colonel read it himself and cleared his throat:
3209
3413
2430
3567
36781
45632
80975
90531
561420
547356
…
When 30 arrays were read, the voices in the audience gradually became quieter.
When I read 40 arrays, there was praise from the audience.
When I read 70 arrays, I could hear a pin drop under the stage.
After the major finished reading the last set of numbers, he was silent for three seconds: "Oh God! He was actually right. He wrote them all down."
The whole place was dead silent.
There are a few lines of text in the bottom corner of the paper.
The colonel then read:
"Randolph Aviation Academy at West Point,
Chinese,
Zhou Zhihan! "
Dozens of kilometers away, Zhou Zhihan suddenly sneezed: "Fuck, who cares about me so much?"
Fujii Heiji wished he could fall into a coma. He wished he could die now and die with all his secrets.
"Remember, now that I'm pulling out the cloth from your mouth, don't try to bite your tongue and kill yourself, otherwise I will use a pair of pokers to stop the bleeding surface of the severed tongue, and you will suffer even more."
Fingers connected to the heart.
This repeated pain made Fujii wish to die now. He knew that there was no hope of survival, but now, he could not even wish to die. He had become meat on someone else's chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.
He could only persevere with willpower.
He didn't dare to relax.
If you relax, you will fall into a bottomless abyss and implicate people who should not be implicated.
As a spy of the Special High School, many people are desperate for death or survival under his hands. He knows that under extreme torture, once a person's will collapses, he will reveal all the secrets without reservation, and It is a complete confession without moral integrity.
Fujii knew that he would definitely die, and he no longer cared about what would happen to his body in the end. His faith supported him to keep the secret deep in his heart.
"I ask, you answer." Zhou Zhihan said, reaching out and pulling out the ball of cloth from Fujii's mouth.
"Let me introduce myself, my name is Zhou Zhihan... Oh! By the way," Zhou Zhihan patted his head and made a confused look, "I almost forgot, Uncle Tang recognizes me.
Let me ask Uncle Tang first. After you killed those patriotic Chinese, you took their money and exchanged it for gold. Where did you hide the gold? "
Fujii trembled in his heart. Where did this person come from? How could he know that I had gold in my private collection?
Zhou Zhihan stared at Fujii, as if he could see the trembling in his heart: "You have made a lot of money over the years. As long as you tell me, I will immediately let you ascend to the Paradise to enjoy happiness."
Fujii continued to droop his eyelids. He knew that even if he told where the gold was hidden, the other party would not let him live, let alone let him die, and would continue to squeeze everything he knew. The unbearable pain almost made him suffer. He fell into a semi-conscious state, and there was a thought in his heart to support him, which was to say nothing until he died.
Zhou Zhihan lit another cigarette and walked to Fujii: "Xiangshan Meiko has such a good figure!"
Fujii was shocked and couldn't help but open his eyes. This man actually dug out Miko Xiangshan. How did he do it? Xiangshan Meiko was very thoughtful and hidden, but he also dug her out?
