Major Kondla's footsteps faded away, and Schultz bent down, patted the corpse on the ground, and whispered:

"Geng, are you alright?"

The pistol uses empty cartridges, but the distance is so close, and the damage is not small, and if you are unlucky, it is possible to break your ribs.

The "corpse" on the ground trembled, and after a long time, he stretched out a hand and pressed the ribs on his body vigorously, and then he gasped and said, "It should be fine." ”

"Okay, you lie down and don't move," Schultz calmed Geng Chaozhong, then raised his head and shouted, "Stasi, come in!" ”

The young officer walked in and glanced at the corpse on the ground.

"Stasi, deal with the people." Schultz commanded.

"Yes, sir."

Stasi said yes and walked out, and after a while, he walked in with an iron bucket in his hand, which was filled with disinfectant and emitted a strong smell of formalin.

Crash!

A bucket of disinfectant was poured on the corpse, and Stacy then took out a neatly folded sack from his pocket, put Geng Chaozhong in it, and then quickly sealed the sack, and then tied a rope to the seal.

"Throw it in the processing room and carry it away together at night." Schultz casually commanded.

"Yes!"

Stasi dragged the rope on his back, and with a hard pull, the sack slid out of the torture chamber with him, and the whole routine was so smooth that he looked like a veteran.

Geng Chaozhong curled up and slid as the ground slided, according to the process of disposing of the corpses that Schultz had told him, he should have sent himself to the processing room first, stayed with the corpses that had not yet been transported, and waited until the dead of night to be transported by truck together.

Within a few minutes, Geng Chaozhong felt himself being transported into a room, and then heard the sound of the door closing, and the room fell into silence.

There was a pungent smell of disinfectant around him, Geng Chaozhong slowly opened his eyes, took out a blade from the corner of his mouth, and cut a small slit to look out.

As far as the eye can see, there are sacks everywhere, and several sacks are not tightly bound, revealing gray-white heads, looking at it, pale faces, strange eyes, as if in a terrifying world.

Geng Chaozhong frowned and listened carefully to the movement outside.

After about a few hours, as it approached dusk, a whistle suddenly sounded in the courtyard, followed by Schultz's loud command:

"Lift the cargo onto the truck!"

Immediately after, footsteps sounded outside the door, and the sound of several people talking, which should be the arrival of several prison guards under Schultz. Several prison guards opened the door and began to carry sacks full of corpses out of the door and dumped them on trucks, and after about half an hour, all the bodies were finally placed.

Then there was the sound of the truck starting, and Geng Chaozhong saw Schultz standing in the distance through the sack, and seemed to beckon to him.

The car drove all the way to the outskirts, and not long after, behind the car full of corpses, suddenly stood up, and soon, the man jumped out of the truck and disappeared into the depths of the wilderness.

.........

A month later.

Outside the Le Figaro newspaper office in Paris, a luxurious carriage slowly drove in, and a slender lady stepped out of the carriage and walked to the door of the newspaper office.

"Lady Lolita, you're here." There was an old man standing at the door of the newspaper, it was Mr. Fillo, the deputy editor-in-chief of Le Figaro, who was holding a black box in his hand, and there was a trace of sadness and regret on his face: "I'm sorry to tell you this unfortunate news, but can I take the liberty of asking, what is the relationship between you and Mr. Geng?" ”

"Friend, maybe a lover?" Lady Lolita lifted the veil gently, revealing the pure face beneath the veil.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to happen, maybe, I shouldn't have sent him to Germany, Geng, a talented young man, I even thought that one day he would become a well-known journalist in Europe." Mr. Fillow said sadly.

"He already is," said Madame Lolita, taking the black urn from Mr. Fillo's hand, "and thank you as usual, Mr. Fillo. ”

"Please extend my deepest condolences to Geng's family on my behalf." Mr. Fillow bowed.

"Thank you, I will."

Mrs. Lolita bowed in greeting, then turned and walked back to her carriage.

In the carriage, Bledsoe was holding his chin, looking intently at the urn in Mrs. Lolita's hand, and asked thoughtfully:

"Swallow, do you really think he's dead?"

"Of course, he even had an urn for us." The swallow pursed her lips and looked at the black object in her hand.

"You don't seem to be sad?" Bledsoe looked at the swallow curiously.

"No, of course not, he's just a mysterious passerby."

The swallow's expression was calm, as if nothing had happened.

"I thought you were going to have something to do with him," Bledso, holding his chin, stared at Swallow's face insistently, "I had a peculiar instinct that he wasn't dead, and I even thought that you would become a couple of lovers in the future." ”

"Maybe!"

As the carriage moved, the swallow opened the urn in his hand, and the rut ran over the wide Pétain Road, and a fine powder fell from the window. A gust of wind blew, and the powder drifted into the air like silver sand, gradually disappearing........

.........

Nanjing, April 1936.

It is the season of spring flowers, but there is a drizzle at the entrance of Pipa Lane in Nanjing, and an old woman leaning against the wall to bask in the sun at the entrance of the alley naturally opens the paper umbrella from behind and continues the work in hand.

In the old days, there was a ditch in the middle of the Pipa Lane Road, covered with bluestone, the stone was loose and dense, and the thickness was different. On rainy days, pedestrians step on it with clogs, tinkling sounds, such as playing pipa, and it has the reputation of Pipa Lane.

However, now there is a sound of leather shoes at the mouth of the alley, and the old woman fiddles with the clogs she is making, shaking her head and muttering to herself: "Now, oh, wear shoes and leather shoes, my clogs, I can't sell two pairs a year, I'm afraid it's going to be lost!" ”

"Excuse me, is this Pipa Alley?"

A gentle voice came, and the old man raised his head and glanced at the young man in front of him, who was dressed in a long robe, a suitcase, and a pair of leather shoes covered with dust, and looked like a traveler returning from a foreign country.

"It was originally called Pipa Alley, but now it's called Leather Shoes Alley." The old man shook his head and said.

The man laughed, took off his leather shoes, threw them into the ditch beside him, and then bent down and put the clogs in the old woman's hands on his feet.

The clogs were a little small, but the young man didn't care, and after putting down a fiat coin, he pulled the clogs and walked towards the third house at the entrance of the alley.

It was a small courtyard, with an apricot tree growing in it, exuding a burst of fragrance, and underneath the apricot tree, a woman with a serene face was gently pouring water from a teapot on a gardenia that had just budded.

Her movements were so gentle, as if she was afraid of disturbing the budding flowers, until the tinkling sound of clogs came from the door, and she turned her head in surprise.

Boom!

The teapot fell to the ground, and the woman's smile bloomed like a gardenia.......

PS: "Stealth 1933" is over, "Stealth 1937" is destined to see you again.