Section 139 exposure

There was a whisper of discussion in the room. Many people echoed the opinion of the East Gate Blowing Rain -- to let the modern Shijie spies taste the taste of modern electrocution.

"Comrades," Wu Mu began, "let's sort out the clues. What we want to know now is: first, who is this Wei Landuo, and since he is not from this plane, how did he travel through? Second, what goal did Wei Landuo try to achieve when he came to Lingao? ”

"Arrest him and those two magic sticks for a trial and know everything." Someone next to him responded, "How about giving them a line shake phone?" ”

"It's not that simple. Since he came as a Jesuit dispatcher, what does he have to do with the Jesuits and with Geranzani? We don't know what kind of shili is behind this traverser. It was useless to interrogate the other preachers, and they knew nothing about him. And most importantly, is there only one Wei Landuo? ”

"What do you mean by that?" Ran Yao asked.

"This Wei Landuo Weishenme is coming to Hainan? We can make a bold assumption that on D-Day, the space-time storm once caused the ship that Minglang and his family were on to accidentally get involved. So is it also because of this reason that the first ship appeared? It is possible that Wei Landuo and his missing accomplices crossed at the same time as us. He may have come to Hainan Island to find a few other accomplices. Even, his accomplices may be hiding in or near Lingao, right under our noses. ”

This assertion was so shocking that the room was silent. Wu Mu continued: "So, find out the clues to the other unknown traversers, and it is on this guy who calls himself Wei Landuo. We must give him freedom of movement and put him under our total surveillance. Arresting him early is completely worth the loss. If we cut off the vine, we won't be able to touch the melon. ”

"Can the security department ensure full monitoring of him? We can't let this big fish slip out of our hands. ”

This time it was Zhao Manxiong who spoke, and he assured everyone with a smile that every outsider who entered Lingao was under the effective supervision of the State Administration of Political Security. On behalf of the police department, Ran Yao supported Wumu's opinion, and the entire Lingao is currently in a state of emergency, and any investigation, surveillance, and arrest operations have become quite convenient. And this Caucasian is as conspicuous as a peacock thrown into a flock of chickens. He had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

The whistle echoed through the cell again, over and over again. Father Trigg had been lying on the straw mat, but he was disturbed by the annoying sound.

"Padre," he heard Cecilio whisper in his ear, and immediately sat up from his bunk. The young monk's lips trembled even more: "Padre, or father, is that man crazy?" ”

Father Trigg shook his head, the man was either insane or demon-possessed. But he didn't dare say it. For the man possessed by the devil was whistling and smiling at him, and from time to time a mouthful of white teeth was showing.

Weiss didn't bother to pay attention to the whispers of the two Jesuits at all. In this cell-like place, the only way to know what is going on outside and speculate about one's situation is to rely on one's own ears and the limited number of scenes in the window. For the past few days, he had been hearing the commands and shouts of military training coming from not far from the port—not scrawny men in cloth pockets. It was a more passionate and powerful cry. From time to time, there were neat rows of gunfire, interspersed with the muffled roar of artillery. With such frequent live-fire training, will the Chinese continue to expand the war? It's quite possible, after all, the biggest government force here is finished. They can pick the fruit anytime, anywhere.

In this concentration camp, Lando rarely spoke, or rather never spoke. There are too many flaws in his strange Italian. And in Lingao, there may be modern Westerners. Weiss was certain that there had been a faint sound wafting in from a distance, and he couldn't make out who was singing in what language, but it was the "La Marseillaise".

He had only heard the vague "La Marseillaise" once. It was more of a song that the soldiers of Lingao always sang during the upper and last exercises. He vaguely felt that the melody of the song was familiar, and after blowing it many times with a whistle, Weiss finally remembered the origin of this familiarity. He was lying in his room in a small hotel in Rome, wondering where his next contract would be, while he watched absentmindedly as the little Chinese girl on the television sang the song now sung by the soldiers in a hymn-like gentle rhythm.

Well, Australians, I know where you come from. Weiss smiled triumphantly, even out laughing. Father Trigg involuntarily retracted a few more centimeters into the shadow in the corner.

Footsteps came from far and near from the hallway. Weiss didn't care—maybe the camp guards had come to deliver food again. Two meals a day of rice porridge mixed with minced fish and vegetable leaves made Weiss always dizzy with hunger - the Chinese who called themselves Australians seemed intent on starving their prisoners to escape.

The door slammed open, and a breath of fresh air poured into the room, which was filled with the smell of stone carbon, sweat, and urine. The camp guards stood at the doorway, carrying a bamboo stick instead of a porridge bucket.

"Guys, get up and clean up," he tried to keep his tone violent, but the men looked at him with a mixture of fear and bewilderment, and no one moved.

"Ready to get out, get out" The guard continued waving his arms and pointing to the door. Now they all understood. Weiss stood up without hesitation, he was tired of being here, and it was better to go to hell than to be locked up in this hot, stuffy prison.

He patted his body—it was clean, actually, and the mat was free of all the parasites he'd been used to seeing and fed up with on this plane. Behind the guards stood three young men of small stature but very stocky, all with swarthy eastern faces. They wore the rustic gray uniforms that are common here, with leggings.

But Landau soon discovered that they were wearing blue collar badges that he had never seen before—including the various people who had inspected and questioned them at customs.

The three young men were silent, their belts draped with cloth holsters that exposed the black hilts of their revolvers. In Lando's experience, he could see that this was definitely not a revolver from an arsenal. More similar to those pistols made in the workshops of Pakistan and Afghanistan.

It took a while for Terrig and the others to follow. The guards led the way, and the three young men followed silently within five or six paces of them. From time to time, Cecilio glanced back at them, and saw the black handles of their armed belts, and the young monk could barely take a step, and could not even stand still.

The small door at the bottom of the corridor opened, and the summer sun of Lingao filled the corridor. The tension dissipated - they could see clearly that there was an open field outside, no barbed wire, no watchtowers, and no soldiers with bayonets and rifles. A beautiful four-wheeled carriage was already waiting outside the gate of the quarantine camp. Father Trigg muttered in a low voice, "Praise God," as Father Lu Ruohua stood in front of the carriage and looked at the group with a smile.

He was so happy to leave the horrific atmosphere in the quarantine camp that he didn't bother to observe his surroundings. Only Weiss noticed that another wagon, with a canopy on it, was parked not far behind, looking rather strange in the empty square in front of the back door of the quarantine camp.

Three mysterious young men got into the back carriage, and Lu Ruohua explained that it was a "security guard" sent by the Australian government. After all, the whole Lingao is still in a period of war. According to the "relevant authorities" of the Australians, he personally regretted that the unpleasant treatment of several Jesuit dispatches was also part of the security measures of extraordinary times.

"The Australians have won a great victory on the battlefield, defeating 100,000 Ming troops. Achieved a permanent advantage in South China. This is God's will. Lu Ruohua drew a cross when he said this.

Jin Lige muttered something to congratulate, he was very curious about everything in the Lingao Church at the moment, and was anxious to know many things. But Lu Ruohua's excitement doesn't seem to have passed—he is talking about the opportunities for the expansion of the Lingao Church with this military victory.

"We will soon build churches in Danzhou and Chengmai" Having experienced too many failed missionaries in China, Lu Ruohua was full of joy at the "great situation" in Hainan, and shed tears of excitement several times as he spoke.

Jin Lige was not as excited as he was. Before he set out from Macau, he had an inexplicable worry: Australians are so powerful, and most of the Australian elders are not the lambs of the Lord, weishenme will have such a great interest in spreading the gospel? What is their purpose?

Weislando made a casual appearance, closed his eyes and said nothing. Only the young monk timidly asked, "Where are we going, Padre?" ”

"Let's go eat first," Lu Ruohua said, "You look hungry, kid." ”

When I heard that there was food to eat, sparks appeared in the eyes of several people - it was unbearable to eat seafood porridge every day these days.

The clergy's attention to food was famous throughout the Middle Ages. The Society of Jesus is not as particular about food as the old congregations, but the Society of Jesus is not an ascetic order after all.

"Let's go to Dongmen City."