Continued The End of Life of Non-Fan Authors II. The Ninth Army of Comrade Dog Leftover
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"Thoughts?" After taking a cigarette from the soft strip that I had opened and asking the person behind me for advice, I took it in my mouth and lit it with a lighter, "The target of surveillance is a child." Genuine Chinese high school students, perhaps a bit of nerds. β
"It seems to me that you are also very childlike in this kind of speech now."
"If Yakumo-sensei were here, you would only be a child."
This kind of prickly conversation reminded me of the time when Yakumo-sensei and Han Ding were both there, but the difference between the latter two quickly became apparent: if it were those two people, the conversation would definitely not stop there. Sighing and slowly exhaling the smoke from my mouth, I put my hand on the handbrake: "Those two people started to move." β
"I guess it's going home, right? Their actions have always been monotonous. β
"It made a lot of things easy for us. Considering that the kid named Huo Yunlan is a high school student, I feel that his activities are colorful enough. At least it's more colorful than when I was in high school. β
"Ah, is it? I haven't read a book, so I don't know you students very well. β
Silence became the main tone of the rest of the trip. The two targets who were being watched chose to take the bus, so keeping up with them was a piece of cake, and it even felt like a waste of my 10th-generation Civic - not bragging, if I was really going to have a drag chase, I really didn't have to do anything about it.
The two of them arrived home quickly. Popping the cigarette butt out of the window, I scratched my head: "It's almost evening, your class." I went to dinner and rested. β
"See you tomorrow."
In the rearview mirror, I saw that the other person, a man named Wang Zhang, nodded, and then floated out directly through the unopened car door. If there is someone around at this time, you must not be scared to death...... Forget it, he is an old-timer of the Political Security Bureau of the Red Army, and his vigilance is definitely much higher than mine. Seeing this ghost go away, I stepped on the clutch fiercely, ready to find a restaurant to solve the dinner problem, and by the way, I took the invoice and went to the "4.13" task force of the Eighth Bureau for reimbursement of the expenses of the past few days.
Just a few days ago, I received the task of spying on Akizuha from that middle-aged man. As I thought, the "4.13" task force was aimed at the events that Mr. Yakumo had caused in my hometown four years earlier, and Han Ding was a member of this task force. Under the cover of Han Ding, who they didn't know, I was successfully cleared of suspicion, and Mr. Yakumo also escaped from the sight of these people, but the task force has existed until now.
"Han Ding was my best student. The best. You won't understand what the best is. He's like my son. Although the middle-aged man's words were calm, the power of anger contained in them scared me a little, "I will definitely catch the culprit of that madman named Yakumo Murasaki or playing Yakumo Murasaki and make her pay." β
This sentence made me feel a sense of disobedience at first, and it wasn't until I remembered that according to the script that Han presented to his superiors, Han must have been killed by Yakumo-sensei. At this time, the anger of the middle-aged man suddenly seemed a little ridiculous. There may have been a moment when I had the idea of telling him the truth, but that seemed to only add to the trouble. Mr. Yakumo has returned to Gensokyo, and Han Dingze has long since died. It doesn't make much sense to say these things......
What's more, Han Ding's colleague is still a master, and there is no element that makes me trust at all. As a guarded person, the Ministry of State Security may be reassuring, but if it is involved, these guys...... Most of them can't be trusted at all.
"We don't have enough people." When he said this, the middle-aged man had a cigar between his two fingers, "It's been four years, and we haven't made any progress." The higher-level leaders are very dissatisfied with the task force, and may soon abolish this establishment. Even now, we are very short of manpower, and we have to rely on my old comrades-in-arms who are the chief of public security in Dalian to come forward to help. So I hope you can do me a favor......"
"I refuse."
"Don't be in such a hurry. I didn't say I wouldn't give you any benefits. β
"Still let me refuse. I don't want any more money and I don't have any ambitions......"
"You've forgotten what we just said." Speaking of this, the middle-aged man suddenly smiled, "If you refuse, we can't guarantee what will happen to you and your parents next." And, if you accept this task...... You know, it's not like we've had nothing in the past four years, it's just that the requirements are too high: they only want her alive or her corpse. If you say yes, wait until the task is completed......"
"I'll tell you where Yakumo is. She hid from us, so we couldn't find her...... But she won't hide from you, will she? β
ββ¦β¦ Are you going to use me to transfer Yakumo-sensei out? β
"There is this idea. But your Yakumo-sensei isn't an idiot either. With a wry smile, the middle-aged man shook his head, "In the past four years, we have also dealt with her for a while...... It's not hard for her to make you disappear from under our noses, right? We have some certainty in confronting us head-on, but as long as Yakumo Purple wants to run, we can't do anything about her. β
I judged that this should be the truth, because he had the same atmosphere as when Han Ding told the truth. Refuse to face threats, and there will be benefits after completion...... Obviously, I had no choice.
So I took over the task of monitoring Qiu Jingye and her cohabitant, Huo Yunlan. This god who suddenly appeared in Dalian seems to be the last clue of the Ministry of Security, and I happened to be here to shoot 002, and the two elements come together, and it is hard to think that it is accidental: although it is an accident. If I were the one in charge of this matter, I would also find a way to arrest the "leftover comrades" who suddenly appeared in Dalian.
Things just turned out to be the way they are. Another fact that surprised me a little was that my surveillance "partner" was actually a ghost, a ghost from the Red Army era. It was a strange feeling to watch a staunch Bolshevik turn into a ghost, and it was also perceptible from the conversation that although this man named "Wang Zhang" worked in the Political Security Bureau during his lifetime and was the predecessor of these people in the Ministry of State Security, he should now have a cooperative relationship with the middle-aged man rather than a subordinate relationship. He should belong to another institution or organization.
It reminds me of the thing that occasionally appears in the conversation between Yakumo-sensei and Han Ding after I was kidnapped. My gut told me that there was a good chance that the source of this ghost was there.
But that's not where I should talk too much. In this kind of thing, unwanted curiosity isn't just to kill the cat. I extinguished the second cigarette butt and threw it in the trash, and I tossed and turned over and over in the hotel bed after the reimbursement, feeling like I couldn't sleep at all. After staring at the ceiling for a moment, I got out of bed, grabbed my car keys and my newly bought two-pot head, and prepared to go for a chat.
Just as I thought, Wang Zhang was watching that place carefully, and he didn't even seem to blink his eyes. He was always elusive when he was on shift, suddenly appeared in the car, and suddenly disappeared, but after working together for a few days, I still felt some patterns of action.
"What are you doing here?"
"Some can't sleep, so I'm going to talk to you." Tearing off the bag of flowered raw rice, I took out the bottle of sake, "Can the ghost eat?" β
ββ¦β¦ The ghosts have to eat, but they need it much less than you do. β
"This is the first time I've heard of it...... Legend has it that ghosts and ghosts should not eat, drink, or sleep endlessly. "The white liquid irritates my mouth, and the spicy sensation makes my mind feel a little clearer. One accidentally, the alcohol came into contact with the mouth ulcer, and the pain almost made me choke, "Ahem, ahem...... What about those two? Are you happily doing the nocturnal man-making movement? β
"Of course not. Do you see that person named Huo Yunlan seems to have such courage? As if he had finally accepted that this was a casual conversation, Wang Zhang's tone was much more relaxed, "I haven't tasted a woman yet, just like you." That god shouldn't have surrendered his first time yet. β
This kind of talk made me feel uncomfortable, as if something sacred had been tarnished in my heart - even though I wasn't a fanwriter for a long time. After a sullen sip of wine, I began to babble: "...... Uncle Wang. That's what I'll call you. Don't underestimate me, in fact, if I want, maybe I even have a child now, and the object is still a big beauty. But...... How so...... I'm a coward after all...... What are you laughing at! β
"It's fine. You reminded me of one of my former comrades-in-arms. He's just like you, and he's a bit of a woman to ...... Confused and confused, it was not until he was finally forced to stop making up his mind. The smile on his face still didn't subside, and the ghost glanced at the watchman's room, "I actually made up my mind at that time. However, breaking through from so many soldiers is really not something that ordinary people can do......"
"What happened?"
"Nothing. I was killed by a single shot. After that, I never heard about my comrade-in-arms again. Of course, I don't want to ask, after all, it's not good for the dead to inquire about the living. Shaking his head, the expression on Wang Zhang's face was a little melancholy, "...... Three times in my life, I tried my best to protect something, but I didn't succeed. The first time, I tried to protect my daughter from the thugs, but she died. Then I joined the Red Army, entered the Political Security Bureau, had a gun in my hand, and thought that I could finally protect it, but it still didn't work. The second time, the girl took the initiative to leave, probably because I was not qualified...... The third time, I thought that with the identity of the Political Security Bureau, as long as I broke through, it would be absolutely fine, but who would have thought that I would be killed......"
Wang Zhang's almost self-contained narration made me feel a little uncomfortable. Obviously, his experience was much more tragic than mine. After thinking about it, I knocked on the roof of the car: "Please ask, can ghosts drink?" β
"Absolutely. I just can't get drunk. β
"Well, come with me a drink. Those words just now are all drunken words, and you can't take them seriously, right? β
The other party silently took the flask. For the rest of the year, the jug rotated between the two people, and the peanuts were quickly eaten. Wang Zhang didn't drink much, after all, drinking to a person who wasn't drunk was similar to falling to the ground, and this bottle would basically be drunk by me. In the end, half a pound of wine was in my stomach, and I seemed to fall asleep in a daze. However, in the vague impression, I still remember that I muttered a sentence:
"I'm a ...... Coward, ......"
Then, there is Wang Zhang's response:
"A coward can change if he musters up courage. It's better than an incompetent person like me, who can't protect me even if I try my best. β
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I don't know if I was woken up by Wang Zhang or woke up by myself, anyway, when I was conscious, the handbrake had been pressed, the gears of the car were hung up, and there was a traffic police officer in front. This "surprise" made me break out in a cold sweat, and I was scared away by the strength of the wine again and again. Fortunately, maybe I behaved normally enough, and the traffic police who were standing at the intersection and directing traffic did not come to check on me, so I barely escaped.
Subconsciously barely remembering to track a target made me feel inexplicably confident in my abilities, but then I began to curse myself for my stupidity: Those two people were walking on the sidewalk, and I was driving out.
"Wang Zhang, help me keep an eye on it, I'll go find a parking space."
"I've been watching you all morning." Obviously dissatisfied with my request, Wang Zhang opened his eyes, opened the door and got out of the car - he didn't dare to swagger out on such a big road, "Give me a hurry." β
It is not too difficult for an experienced driver to find a suitable parking space in the shortest possible time and squeeze into it. Quickly parked the car, before I got out of the car, Wang Zhang had already appeared next to the car window, and waved his hand a little weakly to indicate that it was all handed over to me, and he was going to his own resting place to rest. Nodding to this temporary ghost "companion", I locked the car door and began to look for Qiu Jingye and Huo Yunlan.
Pregnant. Two guys standing in front of the hotel like fools, not knowing what they were looking at. Pulling the white plaid shirt on my body, under the publicity of the surrounding businesses, I finally remembered that today is Tanabata. So, are these two going out to the restaurant today to get a little cheap?
After the two hesitated for a while, they finally walked into the hotel in front of them. After fiddling with the money in my wallet twice, I followed closely but was stopped by the service staff at the door: "Sir, our hotel is non-smoking." β
"Ah, I'm sorry." Extinguishing the latest cigarette butts and throwing them in the trash, I was about to move on, but was stopped again: "Also, sir, we don't want to bring your own alcohol." β
ββ¦β¦ According to Articles 9 and 24 of the Law of the People's Republic of China on the Protection of Consumer Rights and Interests and the Measures for the Supervision and Handling of Illegal Contract Acts issued by the State Administration for Industry and Commerce, this is an illegal act of using standard clauses to exclude consumer rights. Scratching my head a little irritably, I knocked on my flask, "Don't make a fuss about the big holiday, everyone." This flask is a souvenir, so I'm sure I'll want a bottle of wine when I bring it in, okay? β
"This ......"
The waiter who stopped me was obviously a newcomer and was a little confused about what to do about the situation. At this time, another sharp-eyed old waiter immediately squeezed between the two of us: "Sir, please come in!" How many do you have? β
To be honest, there are not many restaurants that can put the rule of "no bringing your own alcohol" in the open. Led to the main station, I stretched out two fingers, and a more festive voice immediately sounded in my ears: "Are you having dinner with your girlfriend?" Today's Chinese Valentine's Day has an event in our hotel, and you can enjoy a couple discount for group photo certification......"
"Chicken stewed with mushrooms, sour and spicy shredded potatoes, and then a portion of pulled skin and peanut beans. I'll order the rest when my friend arrives. β¦β¦ By the way, come to the bottle of Yanghe Blue Classic. β
As soon as this menu came out, the waiter who had just been trying to sell me the Tanabata event here suddenly showed an embarrassed expression. Sitting in my seat and tilting my head slightly, I saw that the two subjects who were being watched looked awkward at the top of the staircase, and I didn't know what they were doing. Peanuts and wine have been placed on the table, and perhaps a good show can be seen.
Then the two of them suddenly went down.
I was depressed for a while without the alcohol, but then I pretended to go to the toilet and followed. When I went downstairs, I bumped into the guy named Huo Yunlan - his shoulders were not as strong as I imagined, and if I faced the group of people in Shangguoan, I am afraid that he would not be able to hold out for ten minutes.
By the way, if it were not for the great Comrade Molotov, I would have fallen to the ground in a minute in the face of national security.
Sure enough, they didn't live up to my expectations, and Huo Yunlan and Qiu Jingye quickly made a big news. According to the activity prompt, the woman can carry the man upstairs with a four-fold discount, so the unpopular god decisively did just that, using the princess hug this position. For me, this scenario was a bit of a thrill because I couldn't use my back when I was in the hospital due to a fracture of my spine and pelvis. In many cases, this requires my dad to carry me all over, with an infusion set, with a mobile breathing apparatus.
I remember every drop of sweat on my father's forehead. His limit was two floors - but, on the night of the emergency, he climbed up to the seventeenth floor with me and these things. For our family, it was an extremely painful memory: I was crying because of the pain, and I wanted to wipe my dad's sweat while crying; My mother, who was following behind me in a hurry, was also crying, holding up the infusion bottle that might have been my life; My dad was crying, too, and his tears and sweat were mixed together, and he couldn't wipe them clean. The doctors and nurses who were following were also anxious......
That's why, in the midst of the cheers of the crowd, I need to rush to the toilet to cool my head.
One of the most important superficial characteristics of cowards is that they like to cry and cry at every turn. Facing my face and hair soaked in the mirror, embarrassed like a reservoir dog, I wiped my face and decided to continue with the surveillance mission.
Mr. Lu Xun said that he would beat the water dogs. I may have some masochistic tendencies myself. In the middle of a phone call, I watched the target happily eat while stuffing the peanuts into my mouth one by one. After a while, when the other side had already started feeding each other octopus balls and had a very happy conversation, the person I called finally appeared. He looked like he was about to eat me, but his voice was still vigilantly lowered: "Where's Yakumo Shi!?" β
I glanced at him and kicked the stool across from me, "Sit." The country's money, not for nothing, not for nothing. If you want to eat something else, you can order it again. β
"I ask you, where is Yakumo!?"
His eyes were almost popping out, and he was trying to grab me by the collar when he came up. I tried to open his hand, but I was directly grabbed by the wrist, and the terrifying force made me feel like my blood was running out: "...... Yakumo-sensei wasn't here. I'm just going to find someone to eat with me. β
"You ......!!!"
"Alright, sit down. It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, so give yourself a holiday today. "Fill him with a glass of wine, and I continue to eat my own shredded potatoes and mushrooms," said the task force. I'm looking out for you. β
"I never thought you had such a bad personality." Looking at me viciously, he quickly disassembled the sterilized utensils and bit hard as if the dish in front of him was his father's killer, "After this mission is over, don't let me see your face again." Otherwise I'm not sure what would have happened. β
"Mission over? It should be early. If you insist on catching Yakumo-sensei. β
"No, it's coming."
ββ¦β¦ Coming soon? This answer made me stunned, and the movement of holding shredded potatoes in my hand also stopped, "What do you mean by this?" β
"The upper side has long lost patience. The task force should be disbanded. Didn't I tell you a long time ago? "This poor middle-aged man tried to act like he didn't care about himself, but I knew that he was sad in his heart - if this task force was disbanded, it would be equivalent to him forever losing the opportunity to take revenge on Yakumo-sensei for his proud disciple," Hound didn't even have a chance to avenge his own puppy in the end. β
"Normally, you guys would be called 'doglegs', not hounds."
I'm starting to understand his anger. At the same time, I once again had the urge to tell him the truth - but the sound of the glass breaking next to me dispelled that urge. When I looked into it, our great, symbol of loneliness and end, the god of red leaves, Miss Autumn Shizuba, was in a very undisciplined drunken madness, clamoring to fight with the perfect sphere of hot plasma and magnetic fields a unit away. Huo Yunlan was smiling bitterlyβthe kind of happy wry smile that I and the few people I have been in contact with in the past few days have been longing for.
"You see, the two of them have a great time." Deciding to forget the no-smoking notice, I lit a cigarette and said, "If you're getting married, life may be so lively." β
"yes." While pressing my cigarette on the table, the middle-aged man nodded, and then sighed with great regret, "Unfortunately, if the mission is over, we will have to repatriate Autumn Shizuba." Anyway, she definitely can't stay in China, and if she wants to stay, she has to stay in Japan. β
ββ¦β¦ Of course. You're going to do that. By the way, Huo Yunlan was arrested and subjected to political censorship. β
"Then wait another four years," the middle-aged man continued with a large chopsticks of shredded potatoes, "another task force that doesn't know what the code name is, will find the lost Huo Yunlan and ask him to help in another case caused by that bullshit monster or bullshit god who ran out of Gensokyo." β
"And then he was exposed to the bullshit god or bullshit monster on the day of the Qixi Festival during the surveillance process, handed over the bullshit liaison of the bullshit task force, and had a soulless bullshit lunch."
"Life is a mess of bullshit." Picking up his glass, he ended the conversation, "." β
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Both of them smiled bitterly, like fools, and then drank the two halves of the white wine in the cup. Then, the middle-aged man didn't want to talk β and neither did I. Pull out your headphones and start listening to my songs:
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Astheendisdrawingnear, (Seeing the End Approach)
TheTwelfthArmyinterferes.
Openuparoute, (open a channel)
Getpeopleout, (Enabling civilians to escape)
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Sometimes it's really curious. At the end of the Third Reich, what was the mood of the Twelfth Army, which opened the passage of life for the Ninth Army, and the Ninth Army, which crossed the river under the desperate cover of the Twelfth Army? The FΓΌhrer and the Motherland for which they fought have disappeared, and the German swastika that once leveled Europe and marched under the city of Moscow has become a joke. What are they doing for?
Perhaps the reason is simple and primitive. But I'd rather choose to think that's a noble reason.
"I want to have a meal with Huo Yunlan, okay?" Without looking at the middle-aged man's face, I said, "As a senior, give him a little experience of confession, leniency, and strictness." β
"Yes. If that reduces our persuasion efforts, I'm hopeful. β
This is my last conversation with the middle-aged man today.
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