Major Condra's footsteps gradually faded away. Schulz bent down, patted the body on the ground gently, and whispered:
"Geng, are you okay?"
The pistol used blank bullets, but at such a close range, the damage would be considerable. If you were unlucky, you might even break your ribs.
The "corpse" on the ground trembled for a while. After a long time, he stretched out a hand and pressed hard on his ribs. Then he gasped and said, "It should be fine."
"Okay, lie down and don't move," Schultz comforted Geng Chaozhong, then raised his head and shouted: "Stasi, come in!"
The young officer walked in and took a look at the body on the ground.
"Stasi, take care of this person." Schulz ordered.
"Yes, sir."
The Stasi agreed and walked out. After a while, he walked in with an iron bucket in his hand. The bucket was filled with disinfectant and gave off a strong smell of formalin.
Wow!
A bucket of disinfectant was poured on the body. The Stasi then took out a neatly folded sack from his pocket and put Geng Chaozhong in it. Then he quickly sealed the sack and tied a rope to the seal.
.
"Throw it into the processing room and transport it away together in the evening." Schultz casually ordered.
"yes!"
The Stasi dragged the rope on his back, pulled hard, and the sack slid out of the torture chamber with him. The whole set of movements was smooth and smooth, and he looked like a veteran at first glance.
Geng Chaozhong curled up and slid along with the ground. According to the corpse disposal process that Schultz told him, he should first send himself to the processing room, stay with the corpses that have not been transported away, and wait until the night is quiet when the truck is used.
Transport together.
Within a few minutes, Geng Chaozhong felt himself being transported into a room, and then heard the sound of the door closing, and the room fell into silence.
The pungent smell of disinfectant came from the surroundings. Geng Chaozhong slowly opened his eyes, took out a razor blade from the corner of his mouth, cut a small slit and looked outside.
As far as the eye can see, there are sacks all over the ground, and several sacks are not tightly tied, exposing gray-white heads. Looking at them, with pale faces and strange eyes, it is like being in a terrifying world.
Geng Chaozhong frowned and listened carefully to what was going on outside.
About several hours later, as the sky gradually approached dusk, a whistle suddenly sounded in the yard, followed by Schulz's loud command:
“Get the load onto the truck!”
Immediately afterwards, there were footsteps outside the door and the sound of several people talking. It should be that several prison guards under Schultz had arrived. Several prison guards opened the door and began to transport sacks filled with corpses outside the door.
, and placed them on the truck. About half an hour later, all the bodies were finally placed.
Then there was the sound of the truck starting. Geng Chaozhong looked through the sack and saw Schultz standing in the distance, seemingly waving to him.
The car drove all the way to the outskirts. Not long after, a man suddenly stood up behind the car full of corpses. Soon, the man jumped out of the truck and disappeared into the depths of the wilderness.
.........
One month later.
Outside the Le Figaro newspaper office in Paris, a luxurious carriage slowly drove up. A graceful lady got out of the carriage and walked towards the door of the newspaper office.
"Mrs. Lolita, you are here." Standing at the door of the newspaper office was an old man in his 60s. It was Mr. Fierlo, the deputy editor of Le Figaro. He was holding a black box in his hand and had a smile on his face.
A hint of sadness and regret: "I'm sorry to tell you this unfortunate news, but can I take the liberty to ask, what is the relationship between you and Mr. Geng?"
"Friend, maybe lover?" Lady Lolita gently lifted the veil, revealing the pure face under the veil.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to happen. Maybe I shouldn't have sent him to Germany. Geng is a talented young man. I even thought that one day he would become a well-known reporter in Europe." Fei. Mr. Erluo said sadly.
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"He is already here," Mrs. Lolita took the black urn from Mr. Ferlot. "Thank you as usual, Mr. Ferlot."
"Please give me my deepest condolences to Geng's family." Mr. Fierlo bowed.
"thanks, I will."
Mrs. Lolita bowed to say hello, then turned and walked back to her carriage.
In the carriage, Bledsoe was holding his chin, looking intently at the urn in Mrs. Lolita's hand, and asked thoughtfully:
"Yanzi, do you really think he is dead?"
"Of course, he has even prepared an urn for us." Yanzi curled his lips and looked at the black object in his hand.
"You don't seem sad?" Bledsoe looked at Yanzi curiously.
"No, of course not, he is just a mysterious passerby."
Yanzi's expression was very calm, as if nothing had happened.
"I originally thought something would happen between you and him," Bledsoe held his chin and stared at Yanzi's face persistently. "I had a strange intuition that he was not dead. I even thought about it in the future. You will become a couple."
"Maybe!"
As the carriage started to move, Yanzi opened the urn in his hand, and the rutted carriage rolled over the wide Pétain Road. A wisp of fine powder fell from the window. A gust of wind blew by, and the powder scattered in the air like silver sand, gradually disappearing. Traces..........
.........
April 1936, Nanjing.
It was the season of spring and flowers were blooming, but a drizzle came at the corner of Pipa Lane in Nanjing. An old woman who was leaning on the wall to bask in the sun naturally opened her paper umbrella from behind and continued her work. .
In the old days, there was a ditch in the middle of the road in Pipa Alley, covered with bluestones. The stones were loose or dense and varied in thickness. Pedestrians wearing wooden clogs stepped on it on rainy days, making a tinkling sound like playing a pipa, hence the name Pipa Alley.
However, the sound of leather shoes came from the alley now. The old woman fiddled with the clogs she was making, shook her head and said to herself: "Nowadays, leather shoes are popular for wearing shoes. I sell these clogs all year round." If we don’t produce two pairs, I’m afraid it will be lost!”
"Excuse me, is this Pipa Lane?"
A gentle voice came, and the old man raised his head and took a look at the young man in front of him. The young man was wearing a long gown, a suitcase, and a pair of leather shoes covered with dust. At first glance, he was a traveler returning from other places.
"It was originally called Pipa Lane, but now it's called Leather Shoe Lane." The old man shook his head and said.
The man smiled, took off his leather shoes, and threw them into the ditch. Then he bent down and put the wooden clogs in the old woman's hands on his feet.
The clogs were a bit small, but the young man didn't care. After putting down a French currency, he pulled the clogs and walked towards the third house at the entrance of the alley.
It was a very small courtyard. There was an apricot tree growing in it, exuding bursts of fragrance. Under the apricot tree, a woman with a quiet face was gently pouring the water in the teapot until the flowers had just bloomed.
Flower buds on gardenia flowers.
Her movements were so gentle, as if she was afraid of disturbing the budding flowers. It was not until the sound of clogs dinging at the door that she turned her head in surprise.
Boom!
The teapot fell to the ground, and the woman's smile bloomed like a gardenia...
PS: "Stealth 1933" is over, "Stealth 1937" is destined to see you again.