"He's probably going to take a big mouth," Li Guangyuan thought, "and the small, delicate but fragile brandy glass doesn't match him." Hey, orderly, take a big cup and have a toast, livestock. ”

But it was the brandy glass that the orderly was holding. He knocked on the bottom of the glass, then covered it with his hand, sniffed it again, and smiled with reverie: "It smells of Yamaka." ”

"yes, he worked in the consulate." Li Guangyuan thought that he was in this prison, alone, and not drinking brandy from a gulp at the reception. ”

Several explosions were heard not far away. I was used to hearing the sound of cannons from the east, but now the sound of cannons was near. Li Guangyuan felt that he had already distinguished the strafing sound of the machine gun, no, he retorted in his heart, you are replacing reality with ideals, you will not hear the sound of firefighting, if you hear it, it means that our people are nearby, even if they are nearby, I am still 10 kilometers, maybe 20 kilometers away from them.

"Listen, Li Guangyuan," said the orderly, "can you guess what will happen to you?" ”

"Guess."

"How much can you pay me to help you get out of here?"

"You can't."

"What if it can be done? How do you know I can't. How much does it cost? ”

"You name it."

"One hundred thousand dollars."

"Bring a pen."

"What for?"

"Open a check."

"Nope." The orderly said. I want cash. ”

"I don't have any cash on me."

"Where do you put your money?"

"Banks."

"Which bank?"

"There are a lot of them, in Switzerland, but also in Zurich."

"And in Moscow? Maybe there are no banks in that country? ”

"Why, of course there is. You're not afraid that the driver will hear you? ”

"He's sleeping."

"When is Chang Kaishen coming?"

The orderly shrugged. He put the slender glass back in and replaced it with a pot-bellied glass, filled it with brandy, and drank it slowly like tea. His throat greedily slid down the thin pharyngeal tube.

"Think about it, Li Guangyuan." The orderly opened the door and said, "Pay $100,000 and I'll help you escape." But there's not much time left for you to say 'okay'. ”

He walked out and locked the door casually.

"He's telling the truth," Li thought. He thought conceitedly that he guessed that the orderlies would definitely drink from a gulp. "He's really trying to get a hundred thousand dollars and get away with it. The rats are going to run away from the boat. Maybe the money had to be promised to him? It must be said that the money is hidden in my secret room, hidden in the cellar, why not? Maybe what else do you expect Chang Kaishen to give you? Maybe deep down in your heart you still have hope for it, even though you don't want to admit it. Yes, I obviously dare not admit it, because I don't know the man completely: he is unpredictable, like a small ball in a big circle on the roulette wheel of gambling, and no one. Expect it to stop at which number,"

"Hey, orderly." Li Guangyuan shouted. Orderly. ”

The orderly quickly entered the room, as if he had been waiting for a summoning at the door.

"Well, then," Mr. Li said, "assuming I agree." ”

"There is no time to assume, Li Guangyuan. If you agree, say yes, tell me the address, and we'll go"88

"In Pukou, my home."

"Where are you hiding?"

"The Secret Room. In the cellar next to the garage. ”

"You draw a picture."

"Oh, orderly. You're so smart, I'm done, you get the money, but I've got to stay here. ”

"Yes, you're staying here, I'm leaving. I'll take off your handcuffs and go wherever you want. ”

"But what about the people in the other room?"

"It's not my business, it's yours."

"Okay, get a pencil and paper"

The orderly took out a pen and a small notebook from his pocket. He took off Li Guangyuan's handcuff and said:

"But mark the north-south direction, lest I find nothing there, and you say you haven't looked for it well."

Li Guangyuan drew a plan of the cellar and marked the location of the secret room. He explained that with a light tap on a hollow-sounding wall, the skin would be easily lifted; The money was placed in a metal box, totaling $230,000.

Willy looked at the floor plan and asked, "Where is the switch for the light?" ”

"On the Left"

"Understood." Willy sighed, "Thank you, Li Guangyuan, but unlucky, the enemy has already broken through into the city. ”

"When?"

"Yesterday."

"Then why are you doing this?"

The orderly grinned: "It's a pleasure to watch a person stubborn. Besides, we have knocked all over the walls of your cellar, and later checked with a detector, and there is an iron chest that probably makes a noise. ”

Li Guangyuan remembered another day in May 1932. In the summer stubble, a group of people in uniform and those two cars. He stopped his car and was about to turn around. He recalled the triumphant faces of those guys. They watched him trapped in a small space. He was worried about touching the two cars, but the driver stood aside, unwilling to help, and didn't even bother to move.

"It's a pleasure to watch a person stubborn."

"What if it's inherent in him?" Li Guangyuan thought, "What if he was born a bad guy?" Not all people are born with good or noble qualities. Perhaps, an honest regime must consciously weed out the barbarism of men, and make every effort to show goodness, mercy, valor, and generosity, but if the ideas instilled in their minds say that they are the greatest, that their history is good, that music is the most talented, and that ideals are the only thing the world desires, then how can this be achieved? Train them to despise the whole world, but if you only see your own people, that is, yourself, then the others, and even your fellow citizens, will only sit on the sidelines; Egocentrism has always led to catastrophic destruction. This doctrine creates savage jealousy of all that is good that does not belong to them. There is nothing more terrible than jealousy, it is a spot of moral rust, it separates man from the state from the bottom of his heart, it has no sense of justice, and the mothballs cannot get rid of its breath of poor people, poor women. "Stirlitz thought of the woman again, and she spoke very well about our 'Song of the Heroes,' and I wish her all the best, and then she will understand the main things that should be understood. At that time, she thought of the "Song of the Heroes" from the "voice", and talked about the "Song of the Zhuangtu" based on the "voice". Gifted children are like that. They are imitating adults. She used to talk about her coach who would jump out of the window if the coach gave the order. Is the 'Song of the Heroes' a science, a category of history? And in history, tolerating errors and petty doubts is a crime. In this way, people like Mespins usurped the power to control ideology. They turn people into a group of fools. She once spoke about the commonalities between folk creation and our folk literature. ”

He heard his father's voice again. His father was reading him a fragment of the book "Children's Education". The book has not survived in its entirety, but the parts that have survived are also amazing: "Listen to it, if you can't accept it all, then accept half of it." My father said, "Do you feel his noble character in this passage?" The omnipotent is not commanding, like all gifted people, that he has as much humor as possible, that he is suspicious but kind, that he does not expect people to accept his ideas in their entirety, but only partially. ”

"But what can I say to her? Over the years, I've learned here to desperately ask people what I already know and don't interest in, and to pretend to be indifferent to what really matters to others. That's how it works. I will definitely become an actor and make a living waiting for the necessary dialogue. If the actors knew their roles in advance, memorized the dialogue, and memorized the scene design, then I had to improvise, as if I were in a chaotic acrobatic field. In this kind of place, people can't forgive for having pauses, they'll whistle, they'll heckle, they'll kick you off, but I'll not be heckled, I'll be executed in the basement. When it's all over, I'll tell her the story. History cannot be taken from 'sounds', but from it, as if it were baptism. It should be drunk as if you had drunk water in the desert. I'll tell her to wait, what do you tell her? You can't tell her anything, because you have a sharp blade in your pocket, and next door there are people who make fun of others. Seeing others being tormented, you will become so powerful, you will be tainted by all possible fears, you ......"

"Hey, squad leader." Li Guangyuan heard the driver shouting. He understood that Chang Kaishen was here.

After learning that Wu Sibao had left Wang Wei, the representative of the Military Intelligence Bureau in the base camp went to the adjutant and asked him to report to Wang Wei, and set aside five minutes for an urgent and extremely important conversation.

He knew that it was not Wang Wei who first received the telegram. The operators seemed to have guessed that the telegram was coming, as if the minister's assistant had informed them in advance, and that the telegram would be delivered to him as soon as it came. A minute later, the person arrived at Wu Sibao. The Military Intelligence Directorate also carried out its own systematic work in the bunkers. Before leaving, the general gave the corresponding instructions, and he went to the mountains of the "south" in order to train his own backbone and prepare for the "work after the victory."

He compared all the information sent to his office. He concluded that it was precisely Wu Sibao who prevented Wang Wei from taking refuge in the mountains, and that it was precisely Wu Sibao who exerted influence on Mei Sipin, a stupid fantasist and already damaged patient, that led him to believe that only in Nanjing could he find a way out of the war. Mei Sipin is the only official who truly believes in crazy thoughts, and Wu Sibao is taking advantage of this. He cleverly pressed the invasion key to make it make the sound he needed. He hid in the shadows, as usual, and Mei Sipin lied in the light, and he was sketching pictures of victory, predicting miracles, and Wang listened with fascination, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face, but when he closed his eyes, his face was as dull as before.

He did his best to figure out Wu Sibao's logic.

He tried, but to no avail. He understood Wu Sibao's mysteriously cheerful optimism, his sturdy physique, his peasant style, his full freedom from moral norms, and his cautious greed. All these qualities were concentrated in such a way that this experienced spy, natural dignitary, and sophisticated man could not have imagined that Wu Sibao would be as determined to end his life as Wang Wei was. He understood that the greatest possibility was that Wu Sibao would flee every day, even more likely than him, a military general. He knew that Wu Sibao had set up more than 740 secret sites in the whole territory, and at least 300 in Nanjing. He learned from a telegraph operator at the base camp that there was a network connecting Southeast Asia and Europe. Secret agencies and a group of senior officials with ties to Mr. Chang play a leading role in this net. This chain is not for Wu Sibao himself, but for whom? Ordinary logic preproves the following problems; When will this chain be ready to work? Only after Wang Wei disappeared. Where is this most likely to happen? Here in Nanjing. If Wang had not been dragged to an impregnable fortress, the war would have lasted for another month or two, and in the case of relations between allies who were fundamentally different, anything could happen. Even if it were to surrender, it would not be unconditional, but to hand over power to the troops on the soil and to those forces which were now ready to immediately surrender Nanking to the Anglo-Americans; It is also possible to shrink the elite units of the armed forces to the Jiangyin fortress, where there is not even a shadow of the guards except for the guard battalion. No wonder the military asked Wang Wei to put the most loyal division into the front, and this ploy is being carried out in an orderly manner. At the Jiangyin fort, Wang Wei will satisfy the wishes of the military, or the military will take its own action to accomplish what did not succeed on July 20, 1940. The colonel's bomb at that time miraculously did not hurt him. Other people will do this, there are too many such people, as long as Wang Wei can be deceived from here, as long as he loses the suffocating surveillance of Wu Sibao and No. 76.

Wang Wei immediately met with him. He asks about the other person's physical condition; "Your face is a little puffy, maybe you should ask my doctor to show you." He asked about the news of the battlefield and was satisfied to hear the answer. The war is continuing with unprecedented force, not as hopeless as some believe. Then he got to the important thing that would keep him alive. If he wants to defeat Wu Sibao now, he must make Wang Wei believe his correct words, and to do so, he can only hope for the cold logic of the army and the laws of subordination, which Wang Wei, as a sergeant of the First World War, has already submitted to in his heart.

"My teacher," he said, stressing that his report was not very attractive, "I have just been informed of the real reasons for your dismissal from the post of marshal.