"However, your contribution is still not small, and you have solved a big case." After finishing speaking, the well opened the drawer, took out a document bag, and threw it on the floor in front of the Kang brigade's feet: "Take a look." ”

The confused Kang Brigade picked it up, carefully opened it, took out the documents, and labeled them: Jinxian Top Secret No. 31 File, Sheep's Head Plan......

"This ...... I...... Can't ......"

"It doesn't matter. Look. With your efforts, this has become waste paper. ”

With a click, the document fell to the ground, and Brigade Kang couldn't stand steadily, and at this moment he understood the face by the well, which was still expressionless, and behind it was the endless flames of anger.

"But...... He...... Some things ......"

Standing up by the well, he slowly swayed to the window with his hands behind his back, watched a few gendarmes cleaning up the traces of last night's destruction in the courtyard downstairs, and continued to say calmly: "Actually, I don't care about this case, because I am the master here. Do you understand? ”

"Understood! I know! I know! ”

"Good." The well turned: "Hand me the knife." ”

Passing the knife? This is a situation that the Kang brigade can't understand at all, his legs couldn't move half a step just now, and now he is even more unresponsive, his face is sweating like rain, and his thinking is blank.

Suddenly there was a knife coming out of its sheath in the office, followed by screams, followed by the hearing of knives slicing into flesh, then a second, a third, a fourth......

The gendarme outside the door was still standing motionless, his back soaked, cold sweat already running down his sideburns, and he knew he was safe.

……

To the east of the town of Songxi, two miles outside the concentration camp, in the wilderness, by the edge of a deep pit next to a small forest, a cattle cart was parked.

The two puppet soldiers scolded and reluctantly lifted the corpses from the car and threw them into the pit one by one, not noticing that there were fewer abandoned corpses in the pit than yesterday.

After unloading the carcass, they were in a better mood and whipped the livestock violently, and this was the last trip.

The shadow of the car faded away in the wilderness, and two figures stood in the grove, barely recognizable in mud marks, one carrying a shovel and the other with a pickaxe, leaving the woods to the edge of the pit.

"I heard them babble, this was the last trip. Do you know any? ”

The person carrying the shovel had a scar on his face, and went down the pit in silence, wading through the blood-colored mud, looking through the corpses that had just been thrown down in a foul smell, meticulously to the point that none of them fell, and finally only one of the corpses was dragged along, and a relieved smile flashed tiredly: "No." ”

"And what kind of company is this?"

He nodded: "It should be, the face is familiar." Bury him, and I'll be able to walk with peace of mind. ”

Together, the two lifted the body and staggered into the woods.

"Brother Wang Qiang, you say me...... Can you still be an eight-way? ”

"Nobody remembers you. No matter what your name is. ”

When the body of Captain Kang of the detective team was carried out of the office by the well, it was miserable, and he was stabbed dozens of times, which was more like a pile of blood than a corpse, and his arms and fingers fell all the way and picked it up.

The gendarmerie immediately made a statement that the intelligence work of the Kang Brigade was wrong and was used by the enemy, resulting in huge losses; Remembering his usual dedication and loyalty, the imperial army will not pursue this responsibility; However, he couldn't be happy and committed suicide in shame, which should be an example for his colleagues.

When the family went to the gendarmerie to collect the body, the body had already been nailed into the coffin, and the two gendarmes accompanied the whole process, and the person who opened the coffin died and had to be buried directly!

The people in the detective team were panicked, the deputy captain Zhang Fugui was detained with the enemy, and the captain Kang went to the gendarmerie and laid off himself, and this morning the detective team also died in the prison of two guards on duty, one was poisoned in the duty room and the other was strangled outside the door of Zhang Fugui's cell, this kind of case, at this time, no one dares to touch it at all; Not to mention handling cases, even colleagues don't dare to talk to each other when they meet, the sky has collapsed, the ground is full of muddy water, let's protect ourselves!

At noon on the same day, a civilian gendarmerie appeared in the detective team, still with bandages on his body, and the current gendarmerie was understaffed, so a lightly wounded officer was sent to the detective team to temporarily preside over the work, because the detective team had no first group of dogs to break up.

……

The lock opened, and there was a creaking iron bolt that slipped and pierced, and then the cell door was wide open, and the guard outside the door waved the keychain in his hand impatiently: "One hundred and twenty-seven, come out!" Hurry up! ”

Lu Hang didn't feel his legs numb, because he wasn't so decadent as the other prisoners that he couldn't fall to the ground, although those things that couldn't be called food at all couldn't fill his stomach at all, he would still stretch his muscles and bones in the dark regularly, and exercise his strength as much as he could; Of course, cutaneous trauma hurts.

The moment he walked out of the prison gate, he couldn't open his eyes, he only felt that there was a shining sting everywhere, and he could only be pushed and stumbled by the escort, and then he entered the room again, and only then did he get used to it a little, vaguely judging the unclear environment, there were tables and windows, and there seemed to be a ghost gendarme sitting behind the table opposite, and two black-clothed figures on the left and right, this was not a torture room, it should be an office.

"You, your name is Lu Hang."

It was the devil who spoke, and his Chinese was not bad, but his tone was slightly astringent.

"Yes."

So he asked, "Who is your superior?" ”

Dry replied: "Team Zhang." I'm only responsible for Team Zhang. ”

Q: "What is your mission?" ”

Answer: "Passing on intelligence." ”

Q: "Scope?" ”

Answer: "Not sure. Wherever there are eight paths, I will appear. ”

Ask: "Who gave you the information?" ”

Answer: "I don't know. ”

"That's not the answer."

"I really don't know. Team Zhang didn't tell me the details. I'm just lurking and checking in all the places where the Eight Roads have appeared, and once I find the agreed symbol, it means that the information is there, I get it, and report it to Team Zhang, this is my task. ”

Q: "What is the convention symbol?" ”

Answer: "It's a sheep's head-shaped pattern." ”

The questioning gendarme looked down at the materials on the table, and asked again: "Eighth Road may attack the county seat in the near future, suspected of rescuing someone." This is the last piece of intel you ever got? ”

A: "Yes." In the town of Pine Creek. ”

Asked: "Then how did you know that the Eighth Road appeared in Pine Creek Town at that time?" ”

Answer: "I don't know. This time it was a coincidence. I went to Songxi Town to do some errands, and then everything was messed up, so I had to start working by the way. ”

"Let him go." The gendarme suddenly said to the detainees behind Lu Hang, and when the shackles were opened and removed, he asked Lu Hang, "Do you know about the sheep's head plan?" ”

"I don't know."

The gendarme sighed and leaned his back against the back of his chair: "The one who gave you information is the last sheep's head, and this is the sheep's head plan." Unfortunately, now that the light has been seen, there is a risk of being exploited, and the plan is terminated. ”

Then, he pushed the documents of the detective team of Lu Airlines to the front of the table, and pushed a roasted blue M1932 barge gun in a holster next to the documents: "This is your gun." It's good practice to have your name written in the holster. Finally, he took out a stack of military tickets and a stack of money, put them together, and pushed them next to the gun: "You need to recuperate, you need new clothes, you need a good meal, and you need women; It's a reward, and it's a reward. ”

Lu Hang didn't rush forward, and after being silent for a few seconds: "I want to know, Team Zhang...... How is he? ”