Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Enemy Equally Deserves Respect

A week earlier, the family had been arrested by the gendarmerie.

Before the devil could fight, Sun Shiyu and his wife "couldn't wait" to tell Sun Shiheng.

Ono Taro didn't embarrass them, but raised them with delicious food and drink.

After killing so many people to catch such a big fish, he naturally had to make good use of it.

According to what Sun Shiyu said, that Sun Shiheng has studied, so his position in the guerrillas must not be low, and he is a very valuable person for Ono.

Originally, Taro Ono planned to use this chess piece again at a critical time, but now he had to drop it early.

In the middle of the night, the figure once again quietly entered the courtyard of the gendarmerie and pushed open the door of Ono's office.

But he didn't notice that a pair of eyes were staring at him in the distance.

In the darkness, Ono Taro's somewhat anxious voice sounded:

"How's it going?"

The black shadow let out a long sigh:

"Your Excellency, there is no news, I'm afraid he has fallen into the hands of the other party."

Ono Taro was silent for a long time before he spoke again:

"Aren't we still one more? Tell him that he should find a man named Sun Shiheng, who should have a good position in the guerrillas, and that his parents and family are now in my hands, and that he should know what to do. ”

The dark shadow hesitated for a moment before saying:

"I'm afraid it's difficult, we haven't contacted the second person, we don't know where he is now, we used to leave a mark in the designated place every month to prove that he is all right, but when I went to see it this month, there was nothing."

Ono Taro "snapped" the table and said angrily:

"Whatever you do, you have to get in touch with him!"

"Hayi!"

The black shadow agreed, and slowly retreated.

In addition to the gendarmerie, the black shadow took off his black clothes in a small alley, hid in a hole in the wall, and after turning a few more alleys, pushed open the back door of a courtyard and walked in.

Soon after the man entered, Liu Cheng's figure quietly flashed out of the corner, went around to the street, and found the main entrance of the courtyard.

Fumanlou, the best restaurant in Huadian City.

Liu Cheng was afraid of being discovered by the patrolling devils, so after a hurried look, he went into the alley again.

Rock, Big Dingzi Mountain.

Ye Jian held an awl in his hand, stabbed it fiercely on the leg of the man in front of him whose upper and lower eyelids were supported by straw sticks, pulled it out, and a string of blood beads was brought out.

The man was naked, his expression was abrupt, his eyes were deep-set, his lips were chapped, and there was a foul smell all over his body.

After pulling out the awl, Ye Jian looked at the dense awl eyes on the man's body a little helplessly, and sighed softly.

Not because of sympathy, but because of deep feelings.

He had to admit that the will of this Japanese man shook his heart incomparably.

For fifteen days, there was no complete piece of skin on his body.

Knife cuts, burning, and awl stabbing only came out of his mouth with a name: Yoshizawa Akito.

Other than that, it's all gibberish.

There were times when they felt that Akito Yoshizawa was about to blurt out, but he swallowed it back alive.

Ye Jian and Li Hongguang's question was very simple, just asking him how to deliver the news and who was the person who connected with him.

They also thought about asking about the others, but before leaving, Liu Cheng told them that the spies sent by the Japanese would not know any secrets at all, in order to avoid revealing secrets after they were defeated and captured.

So the only thing this person can know is who the person who gives him a task and hands over information every time.

Now the man was in a state of delirium, but he never said who he was connected with.

After a while, Li Hongguang walked in and whispered to Ye Jian:

"Camp Commander Ye, go to sleep, I'll come."

Ye Jian handed him the awl in his hand and said helplessly:

"It seems that our work these days is going to be in vain, I don't think this person can speak."

Li Hongguang withdrew a small ball of cotton from the cuff of his padded jacket, dipped a little light salt water in the bowl on the table, and applied it to Yoshizawa Akito's chapped lips, sighed and said:

"Do your best, this person can be regarded as a lesson for us, if all our comrades have such a will, then driving the little devil out of China will be just around the corner."

Ye Jian didn't speak, and stood up and left a little lonely.

Li Hongguang knew that he thought of the surrender of the Japanese and wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

As soon as Ye Jian stepped out of the threshold with one foot, Yoshizawa Akito's body suddenly began to twitch violently, his eyes rolled up, and sticky saliva kept coming out of his mouth, with a faint scarlet.

He hurriedly turned around and came back, and together with Li Hongguang, he pressed Yoshizawa Akito's body and pressed his human acupoint hard.

After a while, Yoshizawa Akito finally quieted down, but his breathing was extremely weak.

Ye Jian shook his head at Li Hongguang and said in a deep voice:

"He can't do it, it's a miracle that he can last so many days, and he definitely won't be able to survive tonight."

Li Hongguang grabbed a handful of hay on the ground, wiped his hands, and did not speak.

The two of them quietly watched as Akito Yoshizawa stopped breathing, his body gradually became cold, and neither of them spoke again.

After a long time, Ye Jian got up and untied the rope on Yoshizawa Minghu's body, and said lightly:

"Bury him, let him be buried in the ground."

With that, he took off his coat and put it over Akito Yoshizawa's body, turned around and walked out.

Early the next morning, the guys from Fumanlou put the carriage on early and waited at the door.

After a while, Geng Gui, the shopkeeper of Fumanlou, walked out of the restaurant and got into the carriage directly.

The man shouted, and the carriage slowly drove towards the city gates.

Liu Cheng got out of a haystack in the alley opposite, knocked off the grass clippings on his body, dragged the hat on his head down, and walked straight towards Fumanlou.

Before he could enter the door, a fellow pushed him out, and said impatiently:

"Go, go, go if you want food, go somewhere else."

Liu Cheng didn't speak, took out a piece of ocean from his pocket, and shook it in front of the guy's eyes.

The fellow's eyes lit up suddenly, and his attitude suddenly improved:

"Yo, the little eyes are clumsy, this master, it hasn't opened yet, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while if you want to eat."

Liu Cheng took out three more pieces of ocean, stuffed them into the hands of the guy with the previous pieces, and said loudly:

"I want to eat here, you first ask the kitchen to cook some porridge for me, steam two drawers of steamed buns, bring half a catty of beef, and then buy me clothes, and the rest will be rewarded to you."

As soon as the guy heard the music, he promised to invite Liu Cheng to the second floor, and turned around and left.