At first, Li Guangyuan really felt incredulous, and there was a nightingale crying in the garden.

Although everything around has been painted with a faint layer of early spring and February, the air is still cold, even with a hint of blue; The ground was covered with a layer of greyish hoarfrost peculiar to the southern winter, and the frost had not yet shone the blue-blue that was a harbinger of melting overnight.

The bird sang in the camphor grove that stretched out to the Suzhou Creek not far from the woods. The trunk of the tree is thick and strong, black and black; The garden smells of freshly frozen fish. Although the rotten leaves of the sycamore and poplar trees last year have not yet emitted a strong smell with the arrival of spring, the nightingale is singing loudly, and suddenly its voice is like a turn, and suddenly it cries, crisp and smooth, and its song seems a little helpless and lonely in this black hole and quiet garden.

Suddenly, Li Guangyuan remembered that his grandfather and old man would talk to birds. He often sat under the tree, drew a chickadee to him, and looked at the little bird for a long time, when his eyes became like the eyes of the birds, like two nimble black orbs; And the little bird was not afraid of him at all.

"Chirp and look," the grandfather whistled.

The reciprocate with a pleasant chirp, too.

The sun had set, and the black tree trunks reflected rows of purple shadows on the white snow.

"Poor little bird, it's going to freeze," Li Guangyuan thought. He covered the hem of his coat and went back to his room, "but there was nothing he could do, there was only one bird in the world that did not believe in man, and that was the nightingale."

Li Guangyuan looked at his watch.

"Director He is coming soon," Li Guangyuan thought to himself, "He is always punctual." I told him to get out of the car and come here through the woods, so that he wouldn't meet anyone. It's okay, I'll wait for him a little longer. How beautiful it is here."

Li Guangyuan always met the spy in this small private residence on the Suzhou Creek, which was best suited for secret work. He had spent three months persuading Taro Hakuno, the captain of the special high school to allocate funds to him, so that he could buy this elegant villa from Boss Du's apprentices. However, the price demanded by the gangsters was too high, so the sub-collector in charge of the financial affairs of the intelligence and security department in Nanjing flatly rejected Li Guangyuan's request.

He said, "You're crazy, you might as well rent a modest one." Why do you always pursue luxury and luxury? We can't squander our money. In doing so, I am sorry for the country that is now burdened with the burden of war"

Li Guangyuan had no choice but to invite his immediate boss, the director of the Political Intelligence Division of the (puppet) Security Bureau of the Nationalist Government, to come here. Thirty-four-year-old Director He immediately understood at a glance that this place was the most suitable place to talk to some important agents. So the contract for the purchase of real estate was signed through some fake intermediaries. In this way, a chief engineer surnamed Fu of the "Robert Ley's Anglo-American Popular Chemical Plant" had the right to use the villa. He also hired janitors with good salaries and rations. This Mr. Fu is the co-captain.

Li Guangyuan set up the tea set on the table, and then turned on the radio. The radio is playing light-hearted music, and the band of American Glenn Miller is playing an interlude from "Sun Valley Serenade". Several of the heads of number 76 liked the movie so much that they bought a copy. Since then, the film has been shown in basement 76 from time to time, especially when prisoners cannot be interrogated.

The keeper called the doorman and said, "Friend, you can go into town today to see the children." Come back tomorrow morning by 6 o'clock, if I haven't gone out by then, please make me some strong tea, the stronger the better."

"Teacher, what do you think, is there more human nature in people, or more animal nature?"

"I think that there is half humanity and half animality in man"

"It can't be"

"It can only be so"

"Not right"

"Otherwise, one of them would have won a long time ago"

"Because we see the spirit as secondary, you accuse us of speaking out for vulgarity. But the spirit is indeed secondary. Spirit, like fungi, grows on a culture medium."

"So, what is the medium of the spirit?"

"That's personal ambition; That's what you call '', and I call it a lover of women, and the health of sleeping with women; That's the healthy hope of wanting to get ahead in everything. Without these aspirations and aspirations, the development of humanity as a whole would have come to a halt. Many people have gone to great lengths to thwart the development of mankind. You probably know exactly what history I'm referring to."

"Yes, yes, of course I understand this history. I know this history very well, but I also know something else. I don't see any difference between your attitude towards people and the kind of attitude that President Wang promotes."

"Really?"

"Yes. He sees people as ambitious guys, as strong guys who are eager to take over space for themselves."

"You don't understand yet, you're not right at all. Because Mr. Wang not only sees every Chinese person as such a guy, but also as a guy with looped legs."

"And you see everyone as a general concept"

"I see in each person their ancestors. Man is made from monkeys, and monkeys are animals."

"You and I are divided on this issue. You believe that man was transformed into a monkey, but you have never seen the monkey that became a man, and the monkey has not come close to your ear to talk to you about it. You haven't explored this question, and there's no way you're going to do it. And yet you are convinced of it, because it is in line with your worldview."

"Did the Bodhisattva ever whisper to you that he created people?"

"Of course, no one has said it to me, and I can't prove that a bodhisattva exists, this can't be proved, I can only believe it. You believe in monkeys, and I believe in bodhisattvas. You believe in monkeys because it fits your worldview, and I believe in bodhisattvas because it fits my worldview"

"You're a bit of a deliberate misrepresentation. I don't believe in monkeys, I believe in people."

"You believe in the monkey-turned-man. You are a monkey who believes in man, but I believe in God in man"

"Why, does God have it in everyone?"

"Of course"

"Is there something in Mr. Wang? Zhou Huhai and Ding Mocun have it? ’

"Your question is really hard to answer. I'm talking to you about human nature. Of course, some traces of fallen angels can be found in these villains. However, it is a pity that their nature has been completely dominated by the laws of cruelty, arbitrariness, hypocrisy, meanness, and tyranny, and as a result, humanity has practically disappeared from them. However, in principle, I do not believe that a person who is born into the world must bear the curse of being born as a monkey."

"Why do you say it's a curse from a monkey?"

"I say this in my own words"

"So, the theological instigation to exterminate monkeys should be accepted?"

"I guess I don't need it yet."

"You have always been polite and evasive of the questions that bothered me. You don't always give a 'yes' or 'no' answer to a question, but every person who seeks faith likes to hear a specific answer, and he likes a 'yes' or a 'no'. And what you hear from your mouth is always 'no', 'isn't it', 'probably not' or some other ambiguous, specious thing. Because of this, it is probably not the way you answer the question that makes me extremely disgusted, but what you do."

"You don't have a good opinion of what I've done. It's clear, but you fled from the concentration camp to me. How does this make sense? ”

This just proves once again that in everyone, as you said, there are things that God has given and things that have been inherited from monkeys. If I had only had what God had given me, I would not have come to you. I'm not going to run away, I'd rather die at the hands of the executioners, and in order to awaken humanity in them, I'll give them the other cheek and let them slap them again. If you fall into their hands, I'd love to know, do you give them the other cheek, or do you try to avoid that slap? ”

"Send a second cheek, what do you mean by that? You're using symbolic allegory to the real apparatus of the state. It's one thing to send the cheek up for someone else to hit in the fable. I have already told you that this is an allegory of the human conscience. And falling into the state apparatus that doesn't matter if you give them the other cheek or not, that's another thing entirely. It is natural to fall into a machine that has completely lost its conscience in principle and in thought, and you don't need to treat such a machine, or a stone by the roadside, or a wall you crash into, with the same attitude as any other living creature does."

"Teacher, I'm sorry, it's likely that I got involved with you, but did you go to jail before?"

"What can I say to you? I've been in."

"I see. You don't want to talk about it. Because it's a painful question for you. But, teacher, did you ever think that after the war is over, the students will lose trust in you? ”

"There are more people who have been in those villain's prisons"

"But what if someone secretly tells the students. Teacher, you have been a spy, the prisoners in the same cell with you have not come back alive, and there are only a few people like you who have come out alive, and the students do not trust you very much, so who can you go to teach at that time? ”

Of course, if you use this method to fix a person, then whoever you want will be put to death. If that happens, I'm afraid I won't be able to change my situation in the slightest."

"What will happen then?"

"Until then? I will refute and refute the rumors. I refute with all my might, and as long as someone listens to me, I refute. When no one listens, my soul dies."

"The soul is dead, which means you're going to be the walking dead?"

"Let the Bodhisattva judge. The Walking Dead is the Walking Dead."

"Is your religion against suicide?"

"Because I am against it, I will never commit suicide"

"What will you do after you lose the possibility?"

"I will not preach, but remain religious"

"Then why don't you find another way out for yourself? For example, working with everyone."

"What do you mean by 'labor'?"

"It's good to move stones and bricks for the Temple of Building Science."

"If a person who knows a lot and the society only needs him to move stones and bricks, then you and I have nothing to talk about. In that case, I'd better go back to the prison right away and be cremated in the crematorium."

"I'm just asking a 'what if' question. I'd love to hear your speculation on the future, which is called the development of your thinking."

"You probably think that the people who teach the students are idle and swaggering, right? Don't you really think that lecturing is also a job? You are talking about the work of moving stones and bricks, but I think that it is not enough to say that preaching and teaching has the same meaning as other labors, and I think that knowledge labor is of special importance."

"I am a journalist myself, and the newsletters I write are both suppressed by the Japanese and ostracized by traitors"

"Your work has been criticized by so many people, and the simple reason is that you don't interpret people correctly"

"I didn't explain anything to people. I'm just describing the filthy world of thieves and prostitutes living in the Public Concession and Huxili. Mr. Wang's country said it was a despicable slander against people, while the Japanese said it was a slander against people."

"We are not afraid to reveal the truth of real life"

"You're afraid I've described how these people want to live well, and how this filthy world turns them away;"

"Of course you can't object to that. I don't blame you for the reality you describe. I don't blame you because you depict reality. You and I disagree on speculation about the people of the future."

"Don't you think that you answer questions like this, not so much like a teacher, but like a politician?"

"It's just because you only see in me what you have. You see in me a political profile, and it's just one aspect. It's like seeing the objects used to nail in a workbook. The slide rule can indeed be used to drive nails, it has a certain length and a certain weight. But this observation method can only see the tenth and twentieth functions of an object, and in fact it is possible to use a slide rule to calculate, not just to drive a nail."

"Teacher, I was asking you a question, and instead of answering, you drove a nail into me. You've always been very clever in turning me from a questioner to an answerer. I was a man looking for answers, but you turned me into a prisoner. Why do you say that you are beyond this fight? And aren't you actually in the middle of a fight? ”

"It's not bad at all, I'm in a fight, I'm in the midst of a war, but I'm fighting a war"

"Your argument smacks of materialism"

"I'm arguing with a materialist?"

"So, you can fight with me with my weapon?"

"That's all I can do"

"Well, listen to me, for the sake of your students' well-being, I need you to get in touch with some of my friends. The address I will give you. I trust you so much that I can tell you the addresses of my comrades... Teacher, I believe you will not betray your innocence."

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After listening to the recording, Li Guangyuan quickly stood up and walked to the window, he didn't want to see the eyes of the visitors. The visitor was the same person who had asked the teacher for help yesterday, and he was listening to his own voice while smiling triumphantly, drinking tea, and smoking greedily. A box of three turrets was placed on the table, and at this moment he sucked off half a box.

"The teacher doesn't have any cigarettes there, does he?" Li Guangyuan didn't look back and asked the person who came.

He stood in front of the large window, which occupied an entire wall, and watched a few sparrows on the snow compete to peck at the leftover steamed buns, and the doorman here received double rations, and he loved the birds so much that he often threw some steamed buns for them to eat. The doorman, unaware that Li Guangyuan was from the security department, insisted that the owners of the small house were business tycoons, because there had never been a woman here, and when the men got together, they always whispered, and these people ate delicacies and drank fine drinks, most of which were made in the United States.

"Yes, there is no cigarette in him, but it really makes me uncomfortable to death, and the old man is very fond of talking. I can't smoke and I want to hang myself."

The agent's name was Ricoch. It was absorbed two years ago. He volunteered, turned out to be a proofreader, and wanted some strong stimulation. He is very methodical in his work, and he is good at using his frank attitude and clear opinions to make it impossible for the other party to argue. As long as the work is effective and the progress is fast, he can say anything. Through his in-depth observation and understanding of Li Keqi, Li Guangyuan felt that after getting to know Li Keqi, there was a sense of terror in his heart that was increasing day by day.

"Is he sick?" One day, Li Guangyuan suddenly thought like this: "Thinking about betrayal is also a special disease." It's a lot of fun. Licotch completely broke some theories. He's scarier than any criminal I've ever seen, but you can see how gentle he looks, so lovable."

Li Guangyuan returned to the small table, sat down opposite Li Koqi, and smiled at him.

"How?" He asked, "So, are you convinced that the old man can give you a relationship?" ”

"Yes, that's not a problem. I like to deal with intellectuals and monks the most. Don't you know, it's amazing to watch a person go to death. Sometimes I want to say to them, 'Stop stupid, where are you going?' ’”

"Alas, this shouldn't be," Li Guangyuan said, "it's irrational to say that."

"Do you have any fresh fish? I'm hungry for fish, and I'm going crazy. Phosphorus, did you know? Nerve cells need phosphorus"

"I'll give you some imported high-quality canned fish. What do you like? ”

"I like fried ones"

"Well, I know, I'm asking which country do you like? American, or"

Licocchi laughed, "Although it is a little unpatriotic, I still really like the food and drink produced in the United States or France"

"Okay, I'll give you a box of real canned French sardines. It's fried in olive oil, the taste is spicy and fragrant, and it contains a lot of phosphorus, and yesterday I read the project material about you."

"If I can take a little look, I will not hesitate to pay a high price"

"The material is not as interesting as you think, you have just finished a thrilling operation, and now you are here talking, laughing, and telling you how your liver hurts, etc., etc., etc.,

But your project material is too boring to write. It's all reports and whistleblowers. And the whistleblowing materials you wrote and the whistleblowing materials that exposed you are all mixed together, which is too boring and boring, and what makes people interested is something else, I counted it, according to the report you typed, because you took the initiative to work. Ninety-seven people have already been arrested, and none of them have mentioned you. There was not a single exception among the ninety-seven. They were horribly beaten up in the prison in Hongkou."

"What are you talking to me about?"

"I don't know, maybe I want to analyze and analyze, do you sometimes feel sad when those who provided you shelter were later taken away?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know"

"Only the devil knows that when I fight them one-on-one, I always feel like I'm the strongest. I'm interested in wrestling, and as for what will happen to them, I don't know what will happen to us ourselves. What will happen to all of them? ”

This is also true," Li Guangyuan agreed.

"When we die, we don't have to worry about it, even if it is a flood. Look at our people again, they are all afraid of death, despicable and shameless, insatiable, betrayal and informers, without exception. It is true that one cannot be a free man if you are born a slave. But wouldn't it be better to be the freest of slaves? I myself have enjoyed full mental freedom over the years."

Li Guangyuan asked, "I said, did anyone go to the teacher the night before yesterday?" ”

"Nope"

"Around nine o'clock"

"You're probably mistaken," replied Licac, "at least there is no one you sent, and I'm the only one with him."

"Maybe a student? My man didn't see the man's face."

"You're spying on his residence?"

"Of course. You've been watching, so you're convinced that the old man will work for us? ”

"Definitely. I have always felt that I have the gift of being an oppositionist, a propagandist, and a leader. People always have to give in to my forced confessions, in front of my logic of thinking."

"Alright. Likec, you are very competent. Don't be overly boastful, though. Now let's get down to business. You stay in one of our accommodations for a few days, because you have an important job to do, which is not actually my responsibility."

Li Guangyuan is telling the truth.

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