Li Shiqun thought to himself: "Do you want me to carry the black cauldron? No way! I'm not fooled. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info want me to kill Wu Sibao? Dream! His face was bitter, and he begged vigorously: "How can I do it?" Is there a better way? ”

Lin Zhongzuo saw that it was impossible for him not to interfere, and the heavy gold bars could not be collected in vain:

"Since Li Sang is so embarrassed, we don't have to force him. I think so, if we give Wu Sibao a little pill before he is released from prison, he will be killed in thirty-six hours, just like he died of a violent illness. Outsiders will neither suspect the head of our imperial army, nor will they make irresponsible remarks about Li Sang. Yingzhen Dazuo, what do you think? ”

Lark is a chronic poison that contains septic toadstools. After swallowing, the germs multiply twice per minute in the human body, and the onset occurs after 36 hours. During the breeding period, there is no poisoning, but once it occurs, there is no cure.

As the supreme head of the Japanese gendarmerie in Shanghai, Yingzhen Dazuo of course knew about this terrible drug, looking at Li Shiqun's embarrassed appearance and the brocade box containing gold bars beside him, he nodded and agreed: "Okay, just what Lin Zhongzuo said." As he spoke, the eyes of the three of them turned to General Qingqi at the same time.

As soon as Qingqi saw that the matter had come to this, he no longer insisted that Wu Sibao must be executed by No. 76, anyway, as long as Wu Sibao paid for his life. Besides, Yingzhen and Lin Zhongzuo's face can't be sold, and they also received gold, so they can't do things too much. This is called "forgiving and forgiving."

"Okay!" Qingqi poured Nissin shochu into everyone's wine glasses: "Come, for the successful resolution of this matter and for our sincere unity, cheers!" ”

The four of them drank all the wine in their cups, and Qingqi added: "Shiqun, you inform Yu Aizhen to come to the headquarters of the Japanese gendarmerie tomorrow to pick up Wu Sibao, and then you will announce that he will be detained for three years, and the place of detention is the house he bought in Suzhou. The property he had seized was also telegraphed by Shiqun to Ma Xiaotian, who was in Nanjing, to come to Shanghai and be responsible for returning all of it. As soon as she talked about Yu Aizhen, Qingqi couldn't help but think of her delicate and plump body, and her saliva almost flowed down. He swallowed: "You have to give the outside world a false impression, neither the Imperial Army nor the Seventy-Sixth want Wu Sibao's life, his death is purely a violent illness, understand?" ”

Li Shiqun nodded honestly yes, but said in his heart: "It's really poisonous, it seems that I have to be more careful in dealing with you in the future, God knows when you will attack me, and you will also take any lark pill to put in my diet." ”

Wu Sibao's fate was thus decided.

……

On this cold February morning, Li Shiqun looked at the extradition document on his desk, and the scenes of last night appeared in front of him again. He closed his eyes and shook his head, for fear that Wu Sibao's image would appear in front of him: "Sibao, don't blame me. You can only blame yourself for why you want to fight the Japanese gold idea. ”

Li Shiqun finally found a reason to calm himself down: Wu Sibao's death was brought on by him, and he was poisoned by the Japanese, and he Li Shiqun had done his best.

Li Shiqun picked up the pen, signed his name on the extradition document, rang the electric bell on the table, and commanded weakly to the secretary Xiao Ding, who was about to enter: "Xiao Ding, you take this document with Director Yu to the headquarters of the Japanese military police to pick up Captain Wu back." By the way, Zhang Guozheng was also brought up, don't take Zhang Guozheng back to No. 76, and directly tie him up to the killing field on Zhongshan North Road to execute him. ”

At this time, Wu Sibao, who was in the prison of the Japanese gendarmerie, had already received this "good news".

"Isn't it just three years of detention in my house on Guanqian Street in Suzhou? No big deal! The thought of this relaxes his whole body. Suzhou is his land, and the house on Guanqian Street is his real estate, presumably the people in charge of taking care of him must also be his disciples and grandchildren, "Isn't three years of detention equivalent to three years of vacation?" Thinking of this, Wu Sibao grinned happily. Even better, all of his seized property will be returned - how can he not be happy that his family property has been unscathed in this turmoil?

"I should really thank Li Shiqun!" Wu Sibao was grateful to Li Shiqun from the bottom of his heart this time, "He really didn't break his promise!" ”

After following Li Shiqun for so long, Wu Sibao still knows Li Shiqun's usual style of "giving up his pawn to protect the car", "crossing the river and demolishing the bridge", and "not believing in his words", so he was deeply moved by Li Shiqun's "keeping his word" and "desperately saving each other". He also thought that he had worked hard and made great achievements, and Li Shiqun "remembered the old feelings" to help him get out of prison.

Poor Wu Sibao didn't expect that his mortal fate had been decided at the dinner party at Li Shiqun's house yesterday, and he was still looking forward to having a good time and enjoying himself after being released from prison.

At this moment, there was a bang on the iron door of the cell, and Wu Sibao thought it was time for breakfast, his last meal at the headquarters of the Japanese gendarmerie. Cao Cao, the Japanese soldier who delivered the meal today, had an iron face, not like the usual amiable appearance.

"******, Lao Tzu is about to take off a little bit today, and he dares to show Lao Tzu's face before leaving!" Wu Sibao scolded fiercely in the Shanghai dialect, "I don't know which nerve is wrong!" ”

Today's breakfast consisted of a small cold sour rice ball and a bowl of rice soup -- the standard food in the prison cells of the Japanese gendarmerie -- and Wu Sibao was overwhelmed by the sight of it.

"Don't eat, don't eat!" He muttered.

"Anyway, Aizhen will come to pick me up after a while, and it's not too late to go out and eat!" He thought so, and besides, Yu Aizhen also asked someone to come in and ask him to eat carefully. So, he pushed the plate aside and didn't mean to eat.

On weekdays, the Japanese soldier Cao Cao, who delivered the meal, left after delivering the meal, closed the window, but today he was not only in a hurry to leave, but also stood outside the door and watched Wu Sibao's every move. Seeing that Wu Sibao didn't eat breakfast, he immediately became furious, and a red tide surged across his cheeks: "You drip, eat breakfast and work!" If you don't eat, don't think about going out to work! As he spoke, he blew his beard and glared at Wu Sibao to scare Wu Sibao.

Wu Sibao was not frightened.

He was just about to have a seizure, and then he thought that he was going to take off a little bit today, so why bother to have trouble with the Japanese because of the breakfast incident?

"Eat it. Japan would never be so blatant in Lao Tzu's breakfast, would it? Thinking about it, he didn't hesitate any longer, grabbed the rice ball and took a bite—the cold and sour rice ball, and the unpleasant taste was gone. Wu Sibao didn't chew either, and swallowed the small rice ball directly on the rice soup in the second bite.

Seeing that he had swallowed all his breakfast, the Japanese soldier Cao closed the door and left satisfied.

The "lark elixir" that Lin Zhongzuo called - the most intense chronic poison in the pharmacy of the Japanese gendarmerie was in that bowl of seemingly ordinary rice soup, and the septic toadstool began to multiply in his body, doubling every minute.

Thirty-six hours later, when the poison attacked, Wu Sibao and his precious apprentice Zhang Guozheng would meet in another world. (To be continued.) )