In the cold wind, the dog ran desperately with a small bag of rice in his arms, the wind blowing on his face like a knife.
Just now on the black market, just such a small bag of old rice weighed less than five kilograms, and it cost an entire ocean! You can buy thirty kilograms of good rice at this price in Guan Nei.
But it’s impossible not to buy it. Dad has been lying in bed for half a month and just wants to eat rice porridge.
The dog was running like crazy on the street. The military policeman behind him had already fired a shot, but he couldn't control that much. Being shot to death would mean death, and being caught would even mean death. - The dog next door last month Wang Dashen was stabbed to death by Japanese military police with bayonets just because he ate rice. The tragic scene at that time is still vivid in his mind, and he has nightmares when he thinks about it.
So he could only run. If he didn't run, he would be disemboweled on the street. But he didn't know how long he could run. He already felt that his strength was almost exhausted.
"If you don't want to die, come with me."
Suddenly, a man in leather clothes stood out from the street and whispered to him.
…
The gendarmes were getting closer and closer. Boss Ma adjusted his clothes and stepped forward to meet them, blocking the path of the two gendarmes.
"Please get out of the way, we are arresting economic criminals!" one of the sergeants said.
"Oh, are you talking about a little man who ran very fast? He glanced and disappeared..." Boss Ma said to the sergeant in Japanese.
"This is an economic criminal, we are hunting for him." Another private first class added.
"I just came to Xinjing, and I would like to ask how to get to the Spring City Hotel in Beiguo?" Boss Ma asked the military officer to talk.
"You can take a taxi or a rickshaw. I'm sorry, we are performing official duties." The military police have a good attitude towards foreigners.
Seeing that the two military policemen could not stop him, Boss Ma could only shake his head.
The two gendarmes looked in the direction where the street pony boss came from, but saw no one and no footprints on the ground.
After walking a few steps forward, the first-class soldier saw another street on the side of the road and quickly pulled the sergeant around.
Boss Ma also followed.
The street is not big, and it is quite cold. There are almost no pedestrians on the street. There is a leeward position a little past the intersection. A man carrying a bag and stamping his feet in the cold is breathing heavily. When he sees Boss Ma, he quickly speaks in Japanese. Shouted: "Ah, master, where have you been? Let me find you easily!"
Take a closer look, who is it if it’s not the fat man?
"I'm here!" Boss Ma quickly replied in Japanese.
"By the way, these two soldiers are arresting an economic prisoner. Did you see anyone passing by?" Boss Ma asked on behalf of the two military policemen.
"The weather is so cold, I didn't see anyone." The fat man said, rubbing his nose and stamping his feet.
The two gendarmes looked down the street and saw no one. They shook their heads, signaled to Boss Ma and the fat man, and then quickly followed them along the central street.
After a long time, the fat man asked in a low voice: "Boss, I'm done. If you wait a little longer, the kid under my feet will turn into a popsicle..."
"Damn it, it's too cold. Just put on your leather jacket." Boss Ma spat.
After that, he unpacked his bag, stretched out his big fur coat and started to gesture. It was so cold that it was difficult for him. After gesticulating for a long time, he finally put on his fur coat and put on his hat. He immediately became several levels higher, richer and richer. The energy rushed to his face.
While Boss Ma was showing off, the fat man quickly lifted the horse gourd cover under his feet, whistled down, and a short figure jumped out.
"Thank you... thank you two big brothers." Gou'er whispered, but his voice couldn't help but tremble.
"Quick, put it on." The fat man took off his cotton-padded jacket and quickly wrapped it around him.
It wasn't that Boss Ma was reluctant to part with the leather jacket he had changed into. If he had been wearing this leather jacket on a dog, the police would have arrived within five minutes of walking on the street - but it would have harmed him.
"Hide the rice and take this money..." Boss Ma took out some more change from his body and gave it to the dog.
The dog bowed, but did not take Boss Ma's money.
"My dad said, you have to earn your own money!" Gou'er murmured.
"Good boy, let's go." Boss Ma didn't insist, patted the dog on the shoulder and said.
Looking at the dog's retreating back, Boss Ma and Fatty were thoughtful and said nothing.
"I said boss, just eating a piece of rice will cost someone's life. What the hell is this place, even serious food has to be taken care of... This little Japan is really nothing!" The fat man came back to his senses and spat.
"This is the fate of a subjugated country... Ma Dan, if they are a thing, your young master and I will receive blessings in Jinling. Come all the way here to have fun?" It's okay that the fat man didn't mention this, but Boss Ma got very angry when he mentioned it. , immediately started scolding.
The fat man didn't have time to talk to his old man, so he found a public phone and called a taxi, and waited on Master Senpo back to the hotel.
Early on the first morning, the two of them went separate ways. The fat man went to rent a car. It was freezing cold in this damn place. If he didn't have a car, he would have to walk when he went out, and his grandma would be in trouble.
Boss Ma went to the Imperial Cinema on Xinfa Road and followed the instructions on the note given by Lao Xu to check out the spots first.
Boss Ma buried his face in his leather scarf in the cold wind. Even though he was wearing makeup, it would be good to have an extra layer of protection. The cinema was not far from the hotel, and it only took less than half an hour to walk there.
Although there is a word for spring in the name of this northern spring city, there is no spring feeling at all now. Everywhere is empty, which makes people feel alienated from the world. The name Xinjing makes Ma Xiaoguang feel extremely angry. Of course, now this This emotion can only be buried in the heart.
The entire city is modeled on the urban planning of Paris in the 19th century. Most of the buildings in the city are in the "Xingya" style, with a touch of Chinese characteristics but full of majesty and oppression. For Boss Ma, this place is now a high-rise. Imitation city.
The outside of the theater is covered with movie posters. One of them is a poster for the new movie "Ghost Empire" from the United States. It has large stills, a synopsis of the plot, the male and female protagonists, and the performance time...
Boss Ma doesn't care about any of this. What he cares about is the first letter of the fourth word in each row of the English plot introduction and credits - this is a hidden secret letter, and the letters in it are combined. A phrase "B
o
ze Ho
sema
” – The Bronze Horseman.
This method of transmitting information is relatively safe - there is no way this is the Puppet Manchukuo, no matter how careful you are, Boss Ma doesn't complain at all about the other party's pretense.
Unlike in Jinling and Shanghai, the air here smells like spies.
After writing down the content of the phrase, Boss Ma walked back to the hotel very naturally.
Based on such a phrase, should I go to meet him?
If you don't go, if it's really the person you made an appointment with, the other person may change things because you broke the appointment. If you can't complete the task, will you be able to take care of your family when you return to Jinling?
If he went there, if it was a trap, he might be caught and "specially transferred", and become part of the historical education material a few years later...
Although everything seemed safe on the surface, there were eyes watching all around.
Just as he was thinking about things, the fat man came back.
"The Japs' cars are really bad. The cars from the beautiful country are better, but they are no longer available..." the fat man complained.
"What kind of car did you rent?" Boss Ma asked casually.
"What kind of Nissan type 16." The fat man replied a little depressed.
"Nissan Datsu
Type16? "Boss Ma quickly realized that he is a car fan and is naturally familiar with these things.
"Yes, that's it." The fat man replied.
Nissan Datsu
Type16 is the predecessor of the later famous Bluebird, but now it is the British Austin Seven
High imitation version.
Damn it, maybe except for the people, everything else in this city is fake.
The next day, the weather got even colder. Master Tussenpo and his party took a car and came to the Orthodox Church in Erdaogou.
Father Valery was not as calm as before today, and looked at the people praying below a little absent-mindedly.
Did the dealer see the advertisement posted at the Imperial City Cinema? Will you come? Will things work out when we come?
The priest kept praying to God, hoping that his old man could give him some inspiration so that he could complete this damn task as soon as possible.
The prayer seemed to have an effect, and soon he saw a young man wearing a white scarf walking in from outside the chapel.
The young man seemed to have many things on his mind. He was alone there with his hands folded and praying to the Lord.
The young man prayed for a while with a painful expression. It seemed that this confession could not solve his problem. He anxiously said to the priest: "Father, I want to confess..."
"May the Lord bless you, my child, and come with me." the priest said solemnly.
"...It seems that the leader of the bandits led a group of people into the village. They brutally robbed homes..." After the young man sat down in the dark confession room, he began to recite in Russian, which is Pushkin's famous name. "The Bronze Horseman".
"The light of dawn penetrated the tired and pale clouds and flowed into the quiet capital. This light can no longer find yesterday's disaster..." The priest also followed the young man's chanting and recited the next part of the poem in a low voice.
"The Bronze Horseman, what a wonderful poem!" the young man exclaimed.
"Are you from the north?" the priest asked.
"I come from the sunny south, where there is no haze in October." The young man replied
"Oh, hello, young man, are you Fish Skin?" the priest asked eagerly.
"I am." The young man replied solemnly.
"Where's the token?"
The young man took out a jade pendant from his arms and handed it over.
"follow me."
After the priest finished speaking, there was a mechanical sound, the wall of the confessional split open on both sides, and a passage appeared in front of him.
The priest took the candlestick and walked in. The young man hesitated but followed.
After walking for a short time, I came to a room without windows, and I couldn't tell what it was.
"Young man, are you a fish skin?"
"I am."
"No! You're not, who are you?"
The priest lost his reserve in the chapel, his facial expression became extremely ferocious, he rushed over and ripped off the young man's scarf.
The scarf fell off, revealing a fair and beautiful face - a woman, a white woman.
Seeing this, the priest took out an old-fashioned flintlock musket from nowhere and pointed it at the woman.
"She is not a fish skin, and you are not a fish bone, just pretending to be a ghost!"
A voice sounded lazily behind the priest.
The priest turned around and saw a Chinese man pointing coldly at him with a Browning M1911 pistol in his hand.
"Oh, Master Senpo, if you don't show up again, I will be scared to death!" Natasha said in a tearful voice to Boss Ma, who was slowly appearing.
"The fish skin you mentioned won't come today, won't your fish bones come too?" Boss Ma sat down and said with a smile.
"The fishbone can't come, he's gone!" the priest said dejectedly.
