And Gao Sizhong.

Fang Buwei almost knelt down and kowtowed, and Gu Zhenlong spared Gao Sizhong's life.

After that, it is even more stitching, as long as there is an opportunity to think about neutrality, Fang will not miss it once.

Ma Chunfeng appreciates this very much, because he often boasts of the grace of dripping water, and he reciprocates it when the spring springs.

For example, Miao Renfeng, the current secretary, and Lu Zhongming, the chief of the General Affairs Section, are all people who helped him when he was in his last days.

and Chen Gongshu, Wang Tianmu, and Ma Chunfeng, who were obviously suspected of rebellion, were still reused.

If Fang didn't attach so much importance to affection, how could Ma Chunfeng dare to trust him so much?

"Official affairs are official affairs, and private affairs are private affairs, you must distinguish this clearly!" Ma Chunfeng warned again.

Identification is identification, but when it is time to warn, it is still necessary to warn.

"Don't worry, the director, you know how to do it!" Fang Buwei sighed.

He never thought of exonerating Xing Mingsheng.

Xing Mingsheng and Chen Haoqiu, as well as Gao Sizhong's behavior, are very different.

Betraying the country to seek glory and counting the generations of the ancestors, regardless of the reason, do not deserve any trace of sympathy and pity.

Fang is not sighing for himself.

He thinks he's not bad, but he can't even get a few of his subordinates?

……

Lin Zi'an slowly opened his eyes, but there was no trace of light in his eyes.

Dark, quiet!

He tried to get up, his hand touching the ground, and there was an unusually hard and cold sensation.

It's a concrete floor!

Where is this?

Lin Zi'an trembled in his heart, turned over with a bone, stumbled forward, and finally touched a wall.

Or cement.

Lin Zi'an sniffed and smelled a damp and moldy smell.

This is the dungeon?

Lin Zi'an's heart shrank suddenly, stood up quickly, and touched himself from head to toe.

It doesn't hurt and it doesn't hurt.

Lin Zi'an breathed a sigh of relief, and touched forward inch by inch along the wall.

The bottom of his hand suddenly became smooth, and Lin Zi'an knocked lightly.

There was a soft sound of "light", and it was an iron door.

There was no window on the whole door, only at the bottom, there was a small pit with a radius of one foot and a depth of three inches.

Lin Zi'an has been a spy for so many years, how can he not know that this is a window specially used to deliver food in the dungeon.

Who locked himself up here?

Masao Konoe?

No way!

The four guards sent by Gu Zhenlong were not vegetarians, and it was impossible for Konoe Masao to rob him back so easily.

At least you'll have injuries on your body......

This is the dungeon of the Nanjing secret service?

It was as if the scythe of death was on his neck, and he was about to cut off his head, and the forest was extremely cold in peace.

If there is light and a mirror, he will see that there is not a trace of blood on his face, but his eyes are full of blood.

Identity revealed!

Lin Zi'an sat down on the ground and leaned softly against the iron door.

A bunch of idiots!

Lin Zi'an grinned and laughed silently.

Zhao Jinshan is dead, Li Mingxiang is dead, and Xiao Tian is also dead......

Why don't you want to think about it, the three people who know him best are all dead, who else in Nanjing can tell who is standing in front of them, whether it is Konoe Jiacheng or Fang Buwei?

When he heard the news of the deaths of Li Mingxiang and Oda Ichiro, Lin Zian became alert, and was about to remind Masao Konoe out loud, but he fell ill?

Now I am locked up in a dungeon!

Even the last shred of hope was dashed......

Lin Zi'an's heart was full of despair.

He could imagine how he would be treated next.

It is better to die than to live......

When the price of one's own vegetation is squeezed out, it is one's own death period.

Lin Zi'an gritted his teeth hard and groped around his body.

Short gowns, trousers, cloth shoes......

He stood up again, and groped his way along the wall, inch by inch.

The walls are smooth, not even a shuttle corner.

How to die?

Can you strangle yourself?

Hit the wall, bite the blood vessels?

Can't die at all......

Lin Zi'an leaned against the wall and fell softly.

Suddenly there was footsteps outside.

"Stampede......

It's leather shoes, and it's very rhythmic.

And just one person.

A glimmer of hope suddenly arose in Lin Zi's peace of mind.

Even if you can't escape, at least there is hope of suicide.

Lin Zi'an lifted his toes and slowly leaned behind the door.

With a "snap", a bright light stabbed in, Lin Zi'an closed his eyes violently, and opened them violently.

He was finally able to see his surroundings clearly.

The four sides and the top are all stone walls, covered with cement, flat and smooth.

The dungeon was so clean that not even a stone could be found.

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There is a light cannon on top, but it is at least four meters above the ground.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Lin Zi'an heard the sound of pulling out the key.

He crouched behind the door, his body bowed slightly, and his hands raised in front of him, ready to strike a lion and rabbit.

"Bang...... Squeak...... "The iron door was opened, and the first thing I saw was a leather shoe.

Lin Zi'an held his breath, lifted the heel of his hind foot, and pressed his toes the ground.

The second foot of the visitor also stepped in, and half of his body was still there.

With his head still behind the door, Lin Zi'an couldn't see the appearance of the person who came, but he was surprised to find that this person's arm was held horizontally, and gauze was wrapped around it.

Is it a wound?

Lin Zi was in ecstasy.

He was sure that only one person came, because the sound of footsteps could not deceive people.

The visitor took another step forward, revealing his entire body.

Lin Zi'an saw the gauze oozing blood on his head again.

God help me!

Lin Zi'an kicked violently under his feet, like a predatory tiger, with a momentum as fierce as a thousand jun, and pounced on Fang Buwei.

Go fast, go back faster.

With a loud bang, Lin Zi'an was like a big fright, he was hit in the air and flew up, and his back hit the wall heavily.

Fang Buwei put down his right arm wrapped in gauze and gently closed the iron door.

Lin Zi'an coughed loudly, and just after recovering a little from his dazed state, he tried to raise his head.

This is human instinct, Lin Zian just wants to see who it is.

What caught my eye was a face that was exactly the same as his.

Fang ...... Square...... Fang is not? Lin Zi'an even forgot to breathe and looked at Fang Buwei like a ghost.

Fang Buwei snorted softly.

"You're not dead?" Lin Zi'an's eyeballs bulged, as if they were about to squeeze out of their sockets.

"Why do you like to ask such a question when you see me?" Fang Buwei squatted down with a smile.

"How could you not be dead?" Lin Zi'an looked at Fang Buwei in horror, "How could such a big fire not burn you?" ”

"The Japanese are not dead, Lord Yama is reluctant to accept me......" Fang Buwei responded with a smile.

At the moment when Fang Buwei said this, Lin Zi'an felt a terrifying murder coming out of Fang Buwei's body.