"I have a sharp blade... a broken head of yellow dust... my blood is as bright as red. I have a red tassel, which can bind the blue dragon..."
In the distant singing that had been floating in the traditional night for a long time, Han Qingyu had a dream. He shouldn't have the memory of a traditional night farewell, but in his dream, he beat up four veterans with a few blurry faces.
Then he was thrown into the air by those blurry faces, caught, and then thrown up...
More and more people joined this team, and there were many faces with smiles, applauding him in the dark and fire, but he couldn't see it clearly.
Falling from the air again, it felt like he was coming from a very high place. Han Qingyu turned his head and looked down, and found that the place below had suddenly become empty, and there were no arms to catch him.
He woke up in a cold sweat with the feeling of falling.
It was already dawn. Han Qingyu sat up and thought for a while, thinking that the dream was probably caused by "resentment", then got out of bed and washed up.
Han Qingyu has never been to the military camp, but he can guess that the dormitories of the regular troops are probably different from those of the Blue Alliance Army. There are three sinks on the lower and lower beds here and on the balcony of the room, which makes washing up in the morning less crowded most of the time.
The iron cabinet where the clothes are placed are very old and old, with iron hooks and horizontal iron bars remaining in the inner wall.
From the experience obtained on the Lajian car that day, these designs should have been used to storage and storage of "three -dimensional motor devices", but I do n’t know if it was dismantled because of the relationship between the relationship between the recruits.
After too long, the others also got up one after another. Seeing that Han Qingyu had finished washing, he whispered and said that eating meat was more energetic.
Yang Qingchin, holding the towel, stood at the door, and suddenly turned his head and shouted, "Come and see."
His voice sounded surprised and confused.
"What?" Everyone looked around and glanced at the scene.
The evaluation form at the door has been filled in. Since the establishment of 11, the first time, the points have been added.
And it added 13 points at one time. In this way, they are currently only 6 points in the "leading" of the penultimate "leading".
Everyone tried to remember it again to see if they had done something positive recently ...
The answer is no.
Some people in the dormitories on the same floor discussed it and said that the dormitories that stood up to fight the veterans last night had extra points this morning, with each dormitory receiving 3 points.
"So," Liu Shiheng looked at the evaluation form on the door and said, "could it be because we performed well when robbing the meat?"
After the discussion, everyone felt that it was because there was really no other reason.
Han Qingyu, the only meat that grabbed the meat night, was also Han Qingyu who turned off the lights. According to the legend, Han Qingyu, who had hit the head of General Zhang. Han Qingyu became famous among the recruits.
"Why is it 13 points? This number is not made up, and it is not a multiple of the additional points of the other dormitory." Yang Qingbin was puzzled while hanging towels.
This is a bit difficult. Everyone has been talking about morning exercise, and there is still no results. Until Wen Jifei walked, he suddenly turned his eyes to Han Qingyu.
"Could this be...the weight of that piece of meat, right? 13 kilograms." Wen Jifei said hesitantly, "Qingzi, can you estimate it?"
Han Qingyu recalled the feel at the time and said, "There may be more than a dozen pounds."
"..."
The answer was revealed, and it was ridiculous. Then, there was no even the joy and excitement of "the first bonus points". "We want meat, meat, how much do you want to get ... 13 Points are useless, but you’re not the last one?”
"Think of meat ..."
Morning exercise, breakfast.
There is still a little time since the training after meals. Han Qingyu hurriedly sent a letter. This was the first time he wrote to his family after he arrived in the army. He just got this permission.
Only the address of the home was written on the envelope, and it was not sealed.
He handed the letter to the responsible administrator, today a female soldier. The female soldier looked at the seal, signaled it, and then looked up, "Sorry."
Han Qingyu nodded. Since there are rules, it is far better to do it publicly than to dismantle it secretly and privately.
Then the female soldiers looked at the letter, looked up, smiled stereotyped, and did not express any self -righteous feelings or experience or sympathy. Asked: "The opportunity to send a letter is limited, but there is no limit to quantity and types of items. You still have something else to be together. Do you send it? For example ... "
Han Qingyu said: "I am still a new soldier."
"Yes, I didn't pay attention." The female soldier said, took out a notebook from the drawer, opened one page, turned it over and handed it to Han Qingyu, and said: "Copy the sending address, one word at a time. Don’t be bad…this is a pen.”
Han Qingyu copied it and closed her mouth. Signed a mailing list.
The female soldiers took over the past, confirmed that the address was correct, and there was no unnecessary word and punctuation, so they clamped the letter in one of the letters of the letter summary of the large mouth clip, and said, "Yes, let's reply to us. Let us believe us. It will be transferred, this may be a few days later, and we will notify you as soon as we believe it. "
"Thank you." Han Qingyu thanked him, and went out.
The auxiliary instructor Hu Haipeng stood at the door and waited for him, saw someone out, took him directly, and took him to an office.
This is a very simple office, which is full of the atmosphere of Chinese Asian soldiers.
The head of the team Li Wangqiang sat on the chair behind the table, and there was a word hanging on the wall behind him: Why does the man bring Wu Gou with Wu Gou and collect the fifty states of Guanshan. This is the only decoration in this office.
Li Wangqiang didn't speak, just looked at Han Qingyu like this, as if he had to use the murderousness of his 20 -year military career to put pressure on the child.
Then, the door behind Han Qingyu was closed.
Two officers in their thirties, a man and a woman, came in from the door and saluted the regimental leader, then sat down on the wooden sofa with serious expressions.
"Han Qingyu?" the woman asked.
It was an idiot question. Han Qingyu wanted to say that he was Wen Jifei, but he was brought here by name, so he had to say: "Yes."
"On August 13, 1990, from dusk to night, where were you?" The woman lowered her head, then raised her head, and asked directly.
"..." Han Qingyu was confused, but others couldn't tell. He thought it was about the meat last night, but he didn't expect it to be that thing. He said: "On the mountain."
"Where on the mountain?" the male officer then asked.
Han Qingyu: "In the pit."
"..." The two officers helped to put their eyes at the head of the head behind Han Qingyu at this time. The corner of the head of the team was twitching slightly, trying to maintain majesty, nodded, signaled that there was no problem, and continued.
The female officer cleared her throat, "What are you doing in the pit?"
"Lie down."
"..." The two officers exchanged glances with each other, reached an agreement, and then turned around and said, "In this case, you might as well tell the entire story of that night yourself."
This kind of questioning method is the most rogue and the most dangerous. Self -statement, especially in this state of self -statement, is easy to expose the points and details that the other party does not know, and it is easy to capture loopholes.
If the psychological quality is poor, it will even directly reveal the most worried points and problems in the heart.
Han Qingyu thought about it seriously, saying, "At that time, I urinated first. Later, I felt traces of urine, and maybe it may be discovered. I may not want to lie next to my urine. …”
The male soldiers seemed to want to shoot the table, but hesitated, held back, but said with a loud voice and said, "Needless to say, you just talk about it."
Fortunately, he stopped, otherwise Han Qingyu would say in this part for a long time.
"Okay." He said, "The main point... I was too nervous at the time and I can't remember many things clearly. It's better for you to ask and I'll answer."
"Can't remember?" The female officer looked up at him, his eyes were glory, "Murder! Can't remember?!"
Han Qingyu: "I remember that one."
"..." After a short pause, the interrogation of the two officers suddenly accelerated, "How many?"
"two."
"How to kill?"
"Sneak behind."
"Where does the weapon come from?"
"Dead people dropped."
"A few?"
"Two pieces."
"What is the difference?"
"Anwed and knife."
"Where is the fatal wound?"
"One on the back of the head, one on the back of the neck."
"..."
The two officers stopped at the same time and looked at each other.
At this point in the interrogation, the answer has actually come out.
Behind Han Qingyu, the leader Li Wangqiang was confused and excited at the same time. He was already sure, but he was still saying in his heart, how could it be possible, how could it be possible... Lao Jian, who was "listening to the trial" in the cubicle, was in a similar situation, but it was just his surprise. and shock were greater, and at the same time, I was more confused...or even a little more unhappy.
At the scene, the two officers who were temporarily brought in to help with the "interrogation" probably knew some of the actual circumstances of the matter, and also knew that this was not actually an interrogation... At this time, they actually had the urge to get up and give the recruit in front of them salute.
However, we must continue first, there are more details and logic that are difficult to understand.
