Chapter 52 Comrades-in-arms who share the same illness
When I heard this, my expression suddenly changed. This rhythm was really between heaven and earth, life and death, like a slug, and I couldn't get rid of it.
Ikeda Shingen also stood up, but there was not much panic on his face. Instead, he calmly pried open a square brick under the dining table, and then whispered to me. In addition to a few commonly used
I don’t know the Japanese words, and I don’t know anything else, but I guessed that it was an emergency situation for me to get into that hole, so I didn’t hesitate, turned over and got into the table, then dug my body into the blue brick floor with my hands.
The passage had ridges and stairs, and was not high. I quickly reached the bottom. As soon as my feet landed, I saw a young man wearing black-rimmed glasses, looking at me in surprise.
Looking at his suit and leather shoes, and his meticulous grooming, I was sure he was a Japanese. Sure enough, even when I greeted him, he ignored me.
I didn't pay attention to this guy, but looked around and found that it was a spacious space with three rooms and one living room. There was a whirring ventilation fan. There were sofas, a TV, and boxes of daily necessities.
I guess, the Japanese here were quite well prepared, and they almost learned the essence of tunnel warfare during the Anti-Japanese War.
However, in this period of peace, it seems that the Japanese have a big plan to secretly build such a place for hiding in the basement.
This should be a secret stronghold of Kato Kazuo, right?
But judging from how surprised Kato Aya was when she saw Ikeda Shingen's actions just now, she probably had nothing to do with it. I was a little unhappy at first, but I thought that if Kato Kazuo and his predecessors hadn't planted trees, how could I be here?
Is it so convenient for future generations to come and enjoy the cool air? Soon I adjusted my mentality and regarded this place as my own home. I ignored the stunned black suit next to me and started walking around.
However, I was still worried about the situation above, so I started to search carefully. Soon, I saw a row of earphone tubes next to the passage I just came down from.
I walked over and saw several signs posted on them, some with Chinese characters and some with Japanese characters. I grabbed the black suit and asked fiercely: "Whose job is yours in the restaurant?" The man shook his head.
Expressing that he didn't understand what I said, I pointed to it. He suddenly understood, picked out an earphone for me, and asked me to put it on.
As soon as I put on the earphones, a clear voice came from it: "I'm sorry to disturb everyone's meal. It's like this. We heard that your lady went there on January 6th."
Riverside?”
My heart skipped a beat. This voice was the rough voice I heard when I was lurking in the water and grass. He seemed to be... called Ma Si.
This man was also one of the people sent by Maoshan to hunt me down, but from what he said, it seemed that he sympathized with me and Zamao Xiaodao, and was strongly dissatisfied with Yang Zhixiu, who ordered him to come here. Of course, his dissatisfaction was obviously
Because Yang Zhixiu and the upper-level bosses did not pay enough attention to him and did not allocate resources to him. As for sympathy, although there is some, I really don't know how much there is.
I really can't define a stranger. If Zamao Xiaodao was here, maybe he and this nephew would be recognized by each other.
However, hearing the way Ma Si called Zamao Xiaodao, it seemed that the two of them were not very familiar with each other.
Ma Si came over to trace my whereabouts, but Katoya didn't answer the questions, but pretended not to know. There seemed to be an interpreter next to him, usually it was Oda Shingen who spoke, and the translator spoke in a clear voice next to him.
The voice was relaying the words. The quality of the monitor was so outstanding that I felt as if I was listening on the ground.
Oda Shingen, a little old man with a natural arrogance, talked about his private courtyard when he opened his mouth, and talked about the treatment of foreign guests when he closed his mouth. Then he mentioned a few names to Ma Si. They seemed to be the names of powerful people known to the Kato family in this area. There was a kind of
A natural sense of superiority, and a hint of pretentiousness. In the past, I actually hated this kind of morbid social phenomenon of foreigners being superior to others. When I saw it, I couldn’t help but want to scold them. However, now that I am enjoying the benefits of it, I feel secretly relieved.
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It seems that what policy and how it should be implemented mainly depends on the standpoint of the executor. Wherever the butt sits, the heart will naturally go there.
I’ll stop talking about this because some people say I’m an angry young man. Just take a look at the confrontation between Ma Si and Priest Oda. Both of them were polite and restrained. In the end, Ma Si seemed to look around and check, and then
Inform these Japanese people that if they see any trace of me, please notify the public security organs immediately and let them handle the problem.
Oda agreed, managed it for a while, and then asked the translator to send Ma Si away. However, he lacked sincerity and did not even go out to the restaurant.
After a while, the square brick was pried open again, and Katoya shouted from the entrance of the cave: "Lu Sang, Lu Sang, it's safe, can you come up?"
I handed the earphones to the black suit. Regardless of whether he understood it or not, I said, boy, you can't listen to the sounds in my room, or I'll beat you up!
He stared, expressing his ignorance. I had no choice but to say: "Thanks."
A smile appeared on his face, he waved his hand generously and said, "That's all right." I ran out of words, so I stopped talking to him and climbed up.
When I got out of the cave, I saw Oda Shingen arguing fiercely with Kato Aya. The old man's status seemed to be a bit high. Otherwise, given the poor temperament of the Japanese, few would dare to talk to his master like this.
I couldn't understand Jiligulu's Japanese, but I also knew that the object of their dispute was probably me. Oda probably thought I was a big trouble and urged Kato Aya to let me go away, but Kato Aya refused. The two argued.
After a while, Oda glanced at me and left without saying a word, while Yaya bowed apologetically to me and said, Lu-san, I'm sorry for frightening you.
Kato Aya's words made me feel warm all over. The education Japanese women have received since childhood really makes men feel comfortable.
I asked her, did she cause any trouble to you?
Katoya shook her head and said no. This is her Kato family's place. Everything is decided by her, the eldest lady. I can stay here as long as I want - it would be better if I could spend the Spring Festival here.
. When I heard her talking about it, I thought, I just looked at the date. Today is January 9th. In five days, it will be the traditional Chinese Spring Festival (the Japanese have not had a lunar calendar since the Meiji Restoration).
, it’s not the Spring Festival, it’s only the New Year’s Day).
In the middle of the year, I was still worried about how to trick a girl into accompanying me home for the Chinese New Year to give my mother an explanation. However, now, as the new year approaches, I am actually charged with a serious crime and am on the run.
I wonder if my parents in Qianyang are in good health and in a happy mood?
Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow, so they forcefully talk about it in order to compose new words. However, when I truly understand the many sufferings and my heart is as strong as gold, the only thing that makes me sad is the parents who gave birth to me and raised me.
After a long time, I calmed down my emotions, chatted with Kato Aya for a few words, then supported the wall and returned to the room.
That night, Kato Aya brought the soup that Oda Shingen made for me. I don’t know what it was. It was as thick as juice, bitter and refreshing. After drinking it, my body temperature seemed to drop a bit. Aya seemed to be interested in me.
I was very curious about the story, and I, who had been feeling aggrieved along the way, urgently needed someone to talk to and talk about my grievances, so we chatted for a long time that night. During this period, I repeatedly emphasized that I must tell the story of the grievances in my heart to save people.
Come out, death is not a pity.
Kato Aya is a girl with a beautiful appearance and a kind heart, and she has enough curiosity. She cheers for me when she is happy, and sheds tears when she is sad. When she talks about me being wrongly accused and framed by Bai Lutan,
, the girl bit her plump and red lips tightly and muttered a few words in Japanese, which I actually understood this time - this is the famous "Baggaru!"
Of course, what I have said is very detailed, and this is the result of long-term caution, but everything I have said is enough to explain the whole matter clearly.
Kato Yaya held my hand emotionally and said, Lu-san, you have suffered. I didn’t expect that you have endured so much suffering at such a young age, which makes me feel so sad...
Something was wrong when I heard this, so I waved my hands quickly, put on a smile on my face, and said it was okay, am I still alive? And I am also free!
Katoya wiped away her tears and said, "How can you save your brothers if your current cultivation level is ruined?"
Having said this, my heart sank and I asked myself: Yes, when I was not injured, I was still unable to withstand the pursuers. This time I was captured on the trail, and the guards were all masters from the Maoshan system, and there was a high wall around me.
Damn it, government agencies, I am half disabled and about to die, what can I do to save Lao Xiao?
I didn't speak anymore, and the conversation that night ended in silence between the two of us.
I spent two days recovering from my injuries in Katoya's house at the west foot of Lijiang. The wounds caused by the water-splitting needles were almost healed. Although the yang poison was fierce, it was still barely under control. On the third day, I begged
Katoya also got me a fake hood, then put some makeup on herself, sneaked out of the house, and headed towards the urban detention center.
I don't know exactly where Zamao Xiaodao is being held. Logically speaking, the detention center should be a key area.
I was unfamiliar with the place and couldn't find it. Then I had no choice but to go to a phone booth and prepared to call Dong Zhongming, trying to find out the news about Zamao Trail from my senior brother. But I couldn't find a place where I could call.
, I was suddenly hit by a man who was walking in a hurry. I was weak and fell down as soon as I was hit. The man reached out to help me. When I saw his young and resolute face, I was shocked: "