He kept drawing, I don't know how long, I don't know how many pieces of paper, until the group of Japanese devils in white coats were finally satisfied, and then motioned for the Japanese officer who had brought him to take him away.

His spirit was on the verge of collapse, his eyes were dull, his body was covered in his own vomit, and he was allowed to be dragged away by the Japanese soldiers with a hood.

Perhaps in order to hide people's eyes, the group of Japanese devils warned him and told him not to leak it, otherwise he would end up with the corpse today, and then he was sent back to the newspaper building and walked away.

He took off his hood in a daze, and found that it was already as dark as ink, and the door of the newspaper building had long been closed. He didn't have time to calm his mind, so he stumbled back to his lodgings.

As soon as he entered the door, he could no longer control his emotions, he couldn't care about the filth all over his body, he leaned against the door panel and cried, I don't know how long he cried, his eyes were black, and he fainted......

The next morning, he was awakened by a nightmare, and when he opened his eyes violently, his eyes were stinged by the sun, and the smell of his body was so smoky that he almost fainted again.

He staggered to his feet, took off his clothes and threw them into the trash, washed up haphazardly, and couldn't help but tremble when he thought of the threat of the group of Japanese devils.

Resisting nausea and weariness, he returned to the office of the newspaper like a walking corpse, and his colleagues looked at him, no one dared to talk to him, and the whole newspaper office was immersed in panic.

In this way, he would be forcibly taken away by the Japanese devils every week, secretly transported to the dissection room, and helped them paint the severed limbs and stumps, or the corpses that were disemboweled.

His mental and physical condition was getting worse day by day, and the whole person looked ten years old.

It wasn't until one time that he once again carried out the "special mission" given to him by the Japanese devils, that things took a turn for the better.

It was another cold night, and after he had completed his "special mission", he was thrown outside the newspaper building by the Japanese devils as usual, and after months of torture, he had become a little numb. He stood up against the wall and silently bowed his head and walked towards his residence, when a middle-aged man in a black robe blocked his way.

"Trouble borrowed. He said weakly.

The man in the long robe did not give way, but said: "The so-called relationship is born from the heart, contemptible people are not talented, know some gossip feng shui techniques, see that your face is like wax, Yintang is black, you must have hit some evil, I don't know if this friend has provoked any strange people recently, what strange things have you encountered?"

After hearing this, he cursed in his heart: Another person who cheats money! What I have encountered recently is much more terrifying than any evil ghost, snake and god, how can you be a charlatan who can solve it?

Immediately, he waved his hand impatiently: "No, no, go away, I don't have any spare money to reward you!"

After that, he took a step forward, ready to bypass the man in the long robe, but the man in the long shirt did not give up, and actually grabbed his arm: "Sir, don't believe the words of the contemptible person, wait for the contemptible person to show you the palmistry, and you will know." With that, he took his right hand.

He was taken aback by the man in the long robe, and hurriedly wanted to break free, but suddenly, he felt a cold palm, he hurriedly lowered his head, and looked at it - a small ** emblem lying in his palm.

He suddenly realized: It turns out that this is China's ** commissioner! Now he is saved!

Seeing that he no longer resisted, the man in the long shirt immediately put the party emblem back in his sleeve, and pretended to help him look at his palmistry.

"Well, this friend, it seems that I am right, you have indeed run into evil recently. The man in the long shirt said as he lowered his hand.

He also hurriedly cooperated: "Mr. is really supernatural, I have really felt unwell recently, and I can't see anything when I go to the hospital, so I just blindly let me rest, and when I meet you today, I can be saved." ”

The man in the long shirt nodded with satisfaction: "You're polite, meeting is fate, why don't we walk around and talk in detail?"

He hurriedly smiled: "That's exactly what I mean." ”

With that, he walked side by side with the man in the long robe into the alley.

The hutongs of old Beijing are like a labyrinth, and if you are not familiar with it, you have to turn around in three or two clicks.

He was originally a native of old Beijing, and the man in the long shirt walked without ambiguity, and the two turned left and right, and turned into a small alley where no one was.

The man in the long shirt stood still in the alley with him, and after looking around and seeing that there was no one, the man in the long shirt said in a low voice: "Hello comrade, although it is safe here for the time being, I still make a long story short, although my identity is inconvenient to disclose, but we all have a common identity, that is, the sons and daughters of China who are working hard for the liberation of China," Speaking of this, the man in the long shirt held his shoulder: " After my observation, you will be taken away by the Japanese every once in a while, and they must have arranged for you to do some secret work, and we need your cooperation to help us investigate what this group of little Japanese is doing. ”

He nodded hurriedly and said, a hint of horror flashed in his eyes: "They, they asked me to draw dead people!" But I don't know why. ”

The pupils of the man in the long shirt contracted slightly, and he continued: "It's okay, I'll give you something, you use it to find a way to record it, and then take me to set up a fortune teller stall in front of the newspaper building, and you will put the information in the tiles at the head of Jingyang Hutong that night, and I will go to get it." The man in the robe said this, and shoved a small object into his hand.

"Okay, no more delay, let's go out of the alley separately, so as not to arouse suspicion. After the man in the long shirt finished speaking, he turned around and disappeared into the darkness of the alley.

He clutched the thing tightly in his hand and hurried out of the alley.

When he got back to his lodgings, he immediately locked the door, his palms were sweating, and he hurried back to the bedroom, where he spread out his hands and saw that it was a small camera, about the length of a thumb and as wide as two of them.

He thought it was a novelty, so he fiddled with the gadget. Since he always touches the camera, although he has never seen this small camera before, the principle is still the same.

After looking at it for a while, he opened the place where the paper was placed, and there was a note inside, and he opened the note, on which was simply written the operation method of the camera.

At that time, he was in his youth, full of enthusiasm, and looking at the things in his hand, he thought very excitedly: The rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband! From today on, I will also contribute to the motherland's resistance against Japan!

After thinking about it, he began to think about how to bring this little thing in.

Eventually, he opened a decently sized dark lattice in the sole of his shoe and tucked the camera inside.

That's how he took on the job of our spy. Every time he was taken away by the Japanese devils, he wore the shoes with the camera hidden, and secretly took one or two photos while he was painting, and then when the man in the long shirt set up a fortune teller stall at the door of the newspaper office, he took advantage of the night to stuff the photos under the tiles at the head of the house in Jingyang Hutong.

Several times he was almost found, and the most thrilling time was when he slipped his camera into the hands of the dissected dead man and survived.

In this way, it was five years, until on the eve of the victory of the War of Resistance against Japan, the Japanese army saw that the general trend had gone and began to frantically destroy the evidence of the crime.

And he was also taken to his place of work as one of the "incriminating evidence", ready to be "destroyed" with the dissecting room.

It was a very hot and humid day, and the Japanese took a group of prisoners of war to the autopsy room and fired en masse.

At this time, he was already discouraged, but thinking that he had also made so many contributions to the motherland, and he had no regrets in this life, he closed his eyes and prepared to be generous.

The gunshot rang out, and I don't know if God had the heart to save him, but the bullet only hit him in the leg, and he fell down in response, pretending to be dead and escaped.

Then the Japanese began to blow up the place with bombs, listening to the roar of the bombs outside, he desperately crawled out, relying on the only memory in his mind, he miraculously escaped from this magic cave.

He desperately escaped from there, finding himself on an island surrounded by water, but fortunately closer to the shore. He was conceited that he was not bad at water, and he didn't care about the gunshot wound on his leg, so he swam directly to the opposite shore.

But despite the proximity of the water, the water was cold, and the gunshot wound to his leg almost killed him in the water, and it struggled and flapped until it finally swam to the shore, and by the time he climbed ashore, he was already a little unconscious.

Suddenly, he remembered his task, and he didn't know where he got the strength, so he climbed to the dirt slope on the shore with his hands and feet, and took the last photo of his mission with the small camera.

When he woke up, it was already a week later. By that time, most of the Japanese troops had retreated, and he returned to work at the newspaper, but he never saw the man in the long shirt again, so he kept the last photo in his possession.

And that picture -- the black-and-white photograph of the fish-shaped island in the hands of the king.