In the capital in March of the fifth year of the Republic of China or the first year of Hongxian, the cold air of winter has just been blown away by the spring breeze that slowly hits. After a few drizzling rains, the willows on the edge of the moat pulled out new shoots, the tender green branches swayed with the wind on the calm river surface to draw a wave mark, and the peach blossoms on the peach trees on the streets and alleys also quietly climbed all over the branches, exuding a faint fragrance. It is a pity that few people appreciate such a beautiful spring, the pedestrians on the street come and go in a hurry, and they dare not make too many stops, and the soldiers in gray military uniforms inside and outside the city gate are also listless.

On the contrary, there were a large group of well-dressed reporters at the gate of Xinhua Palace (Presidential Palace), and ...... from Beijing, Tianjin, Shanghai, Britain, and Japan were impatiently watching, as if Emperor Hongxian had some new "holy decree".

"Back off, back off!" The guards of the Xinhua Palace were afraid that these reporters would rush into the "palace" and disturb the emperor's dream, but they did not dare to drive away too much in the face of these uncrowned kings, so they had to shout twice from time to time.

"Oh!" Suddenly there was a scream from the retreating crowd, and a young Chinese reporter hugged his feet and shouted, "Whoever stepped on my foot hurt me to death." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The "murderer" did not hide, and a short and fat man behind the young reporter kept bowing and apologizing. Although the short and fat man was dressed like the Chinese around him, his demeanor, posture, and movements quickly betrayed him.

"You're Japanese?" The young reporter asked suspiciously.

"Katsu Sato at home, a reporter from the Suncheon Times." The short and fat man hurriedly took out a business card from his pocket and said respectfully: "Please take care of me!" ”

"Humph!" The young reporter's face turned cold, and the Chinese reporters in the crowd also stared coldly at the short and fat man when they heard this, since Japan put forward the 21 articles aimed at destroying China last year, the domestic anti-Japanese tide has not completely subsided. It wasn't until Katsu Sato hid in the corner with an embarrassed face that the scene returned to calm.

"The hateful Japanese are actually trying to challenge the position of our British Empire in China!" Thales, the chief correspondent of The Times in China, gloated to his aides, completely forgetting that Japan was an ally of the British Empire in Asia.

"It's coming, it's coming!" Before the assistant could respond, the door of Xinhua Palace was wide open. Several strangely dressed officials (Hong Xian Dynasty court clothes) slowly walked out of it under the escort of many guards, led by Ruan Zhongshu, the chief favorite of the Great Emperor. He came to the gate of Xinhua Palace with a gloomy face, and was silent for a long time in the face of the black pressurized reporters before he took out an order signed by Emperor Yuan Shikai and Secretary of State Xu Shichang.

"Yuan Shikai announced the abolition of the imperial system, and the Hongxian Dynasty, which had only existed for eighty-three days, came to an end!" This news, which shocked the whole country and even the whole world, flew all over the capital and flew to all parts of the country like wings.

At this time, the Jingshi Detention Center, which is only a mile or two away from Xinhua Palace, is a different scene, although this complex looks majestic and solemn from the outside, but in the eyes of passers-by who come and go, there is always a trace of gloomy feeling, bathed in the good spring light all day long, and it is even darker in the opaque prison. This was originally the prison of the Qing Dynasty's Criminal Department, and the souls of the Manchu Dynasty who died here for more than 200 years are probably more than the eight kings in the Yongding River. After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, it stopped for a while, and then it was changed to a detention center of the Jingshi Police Department. Since the restoration of the Hongxian Dynasty, many anti-imperialist elements have been imprisoned here, and they have become noisy again.

With a "creak", the door to the prison room opened, and the light penetrated through the crack in the door, and several obscene prison guards led a few coolies to carry large wooden barrels and bamboo baskets and walked in. …,

"Bell ......" With a few rapid metal collision sounds, the prison guard shouted at the top of his voice: "It's time to eat, it's time to eat!" ”

In fact, there was no need for him to shout, the hungry prisoners had already surrounded the side waving tattered dishes and chopsticks, and as soon as they heard the call, they immediately surrounded and grabbed them. A few young and strong people pushed away and tried to get close to the crowd, taking the lead in filling their own jobs and grabbing a few more nests, the old, weak, sick and disabled had to stand silently aside and wait for others to stay a little bit.

"Mom, don't rob, don't rob!" A tall prison guard waved the baton in his hand and scolded: "One person, two nests, a bowl of porridge, take more and put it back for me!" "Last month, more than a dozen people died of hunger and illness in the cell (plus tortured by prison guards), and the director of the detention center was severely beaten by the supervision of the Ministry of Justice, so this month, the quota of the prison cells has reached more than 80% of the quota (previously it was only 50% or 60%).

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Seeing that there were people in several cells who were still there, the prison guards kept shouting, for fear that someone would die without knowing it. The director has already said that if there are more than 10 prisoners who die unnaturally this month, each person will have to deduct three yuan, which is a lot of money for prison guards whose monthly salary is only ten yuan.

One after another, several people were supported by others, obviously very weak, and they didn't know how long they would live. It's just that two people have been lying half-lying motionless, and one of them is tall and big, and his face is meaty, not at all like a prisoner who has been held for a long time.

"Han Sanye, Han Sanye!" A young prisoner with a delicate face pushed the head of the nest he had so hard to grab, and the strong man said with a smile.

"Grandma's, it's noisy!" Second Master Han rolled over impatiently and scolded: "I don't let people sleep well!" "I had a conflict with one of the prisoners in the prison a few days ago, and I'm still sore, but the kid is also lying down, and he seems to be stupid, and he hasn't spoken for three or four days.

"Third master, it's time for lunch!" The young man graciously handed over the head of the nest and said.

"Humph! This thing is only for dogs! Han Sanye slapped the head of the nest and said angrily: "Just use this thing to honor Lao Tzu." "Han Sanye is a well-known horse bandit in the north, with two or three hundred brothers under his command, who are engaged in the business of robbing houses and houses, and live a life of eating meat in big bowls and dividing gold and silver in large pieces. A few days ago, a brother who was in love with his brothers and sisters was hit in the eye by a stray bullet while he was engaged in business, so he personally brought people to Beijing to seek medical treatment. Who knew that the road was narrow, but the pharmacist he went to buy medicine was the one he had robbed a few years ago. The other party quietly reported to the official, and the unprepared Han Erye and his party were arrested.

"Second master, there really isn't anything good about the little one!" The young man licked his face and said, "The little stinky woman has recruited a wild man, and no one has come to see me in the family for half a month." ”

"It's time for retribution!" Han Sanye pouted and turned his head away and stopped paying attention to this little white face, this kid seduced women from good families, and now he finally got his revenge.

"Hey, hey! Said you. One of the prison guards found that the other had not moved and hurriedly shouted: "Help next to you and see, is it dead!" "Nine have died this month, and if a little peach blossom dies again, he won't be able to go, and the prison guard's heart is cold when he thinks of this.

"What's your name, your grandfather and I are alive and well!" A pair of big eyes on a handsome face slowly opened, and a tall man of twenty-three or four stood up violently and shouted at the jailer: "It's not so easy to think about Lao Tzu's death. ”

"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive!" Despite being scolded, the prison guard said with joy: "If you want to die, you will wait until next month." ”

"He's probably not going to live next month." At this time, another prison guard muttered quietly. …,

"Ahh Why is that? Aren't we ...... then," the prison guard's heart tugged again.

"It's okay, it has nothing to do with us." Another prison guard said lightly: "This is not a good stubble, even the emperor and the president dare to kill, do you think you should die!" ”

"That's amazing!" The prison guard's voice trembled a little, and he hurried away.

The conversation between the two fell word for word into Tang Guojie's (maybe it should be called Tang Zhidao) ears, but it did not cause a ripple in his heart. If you die, you will die, you were bombed by the Americans and traveled to the Republic of China, and became the current talented but ill-fated young officer, but I don't know if Yuan Datou's bullet will send him back. Thinking of this, Tang Zhidao felt much better, but his stomach lost no time in protesting, and he hadn't eaten anything for two days.

"Brother Tang, let's eat something!" Du Laohan, who had been waiting silently for a few days, saw Tang Zhidao speak, and was very happy, and hurriedly handed over half a bowl of porridge and a nest head in his hand.

"Thank you, Uncle Du, I'm not hungry!" Tang Zhidao waved his hand and said, "You are not in good health, eat more." "Uncle Du is old and sick, and I don't know how hard it took to get this bit of food.

"I'm full!" Uncle Du pretended to pat his stomach and said, "You haven't eaten for two or three days!" ”

The two of them pushed back and forth, and almost knocked over the bowl several times.

"What's there to push, eat this!" A hearty voice came from behind the two, Han Sanye snatched the nest head from Uncle Du's hand and threw it aside, took out two pieces of pancake from his arms and handed them over.

"Why do you still hold grudges?" Seeing that Tang Zhidao didn't react, Han Sanye said angrily: "Lao Tzu is still a character!" ”

"Who says don't? You just entertain me with this little thing, it's really a little family! Tang Zhidao also took the pancake with a smile and ate it in a big gulp.

"Haha, that's all I have to store food." Han Sanye scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "You kid finally spoke, I thought I would beat you stupid all of a sudden." ”

"I thought you wouldn't be able to stand up again!" Tang Zhidao took another sip of porridge and retorted.

"When we go out, we must find a place to get together!" Han Sanye laughed and said, "It's the first time I, Han Zitai, have met a decent opponent. ”

"Humph! I'm afraid it's hard for both of you to see the sun tomorrow! A lewd prisoner in the next cell sneered.

"What nonsense are you kidding, believe it or not, Lao Tzu killed you!" As soon as he had a little good mood, he was disturbed, Han Zitai rushed over in anger, and the lewd man hurriedly hid away.

With a "bang", the door opened again, and I saw several officers and some prison guards walking over from a distance, and the short and fat man was Wu Daquan, the director of the detention center

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