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"Guards, guards?" The corridors of the entire Secret Service Detention Center were empty, only Liang Liqun's voice echoed.

This small building in the compound of the model prison is the detention center of the secret service. At the beginning of its establishment, the Fuxing Society, known as the Three People's Doctrine Lixing Society, had extremely strict discipline from the beginning, including the imprisonment, punishment and execution of its members, which was no less powerful than a wartime military court.

But unlike the soldiers and civil servants, the members of the Lixing Club gathered together, not for five buckets of rice, but for the purpose of gathering the strength of Huangpu, and to unite around the principal Jiang Gong at a time of national crisis, and to save China from the wolf ambition of imperialism, and everyone is like-minded comrades. Therefore, the detention center of the secret service is different from ordinary prisons, although the same protective measures are complete, and it is impossible to enter or exit, but the cells are equipped with units like apartment buildings, not only the living facilities are relatively complete, but the environment is much more comfortable.

Especially for the members who have not been convicted of the arrest review, there is a suite for two people, except that the room cannot be freely entered and exited, and there is not much difference from staying in an ordinary hostel.

It's just that now, the prosperous lights of the past have become a thing of the past, and the city of Nanjing at night is pitch black, only the occasional bullets cross the night sky, bringing a few lines of fire, and the war is getting closer and closer.

"Shouldn't they all be dead?" Liang Liqun yelled a few times, but no one answered, and sat on the chair dejectedly, thinking of the shells that fell in the building in the afternoon, and he didn't know which one was blown up.

Zhou Jingcheng sat aside with a calm face, since yesterday, they have not seen Qian Xinmin, the new head of Nanjing District.

This period of war was tight, the news flew wildly, and the prisoners imprisoned here began to cross the sea to show their abilities, and were released and transferred one after another, Liang Liqun was arrested that day, and he applied to be locked up at the end of the corridor, with a large space and good conditions. Self-confidence is not a big deal, he should be released first, but I don't know if the feng shui of this room is not good, Qian Xinmin is just perfunctory, as if this prison cell is the end of the world, and these two big living prisoners have been completely forgotten.

Could it be that Zhou Jingcheng dragged himself down? Liang Liqun really couldn't think of a reason not to let him go, he just ran a few trips for his company through the traffic line of the post inspection department, and he couldn't say how much money he made, why was he suddenly arrested? However, I chatted with Zhou Jingcheng, who was originally in the department, and he was only accused of the funds of the Party Affairs Department of the Zhejiang-Jiangxi Railway, Zhou Jingcheng intentionally or unintentionally did not mention it for the time being, even if he really wanted to embezzle funds, in this chaotic years, the Japanese offensive was like a bamboo, and it was better to defect with money than to sit back and wait for death, maybe, it was better to rescue the property of the government!

As for it! Liang Liqun kept scolding his mother in his heart.

The water in the enamel jar was drunk yesterday, Zhou Jingcheng was stubborn, slamming the door with the chair and hitting the sofa, he almost didn't get his teeth, the doors and windows of the cell were not moving, Liang Liqun was quite excited at first, and felt that his life would not be long before he went on like this, and he worked hard with Zhou Jingcheng to do seven and eight things, and then he was sore, so he simply lay down.

There was no water, no electricity, no newspapers, no radio, no telegraph and telephone, and since the morning, there has not even been a human figure.

At first, Liang Liqun was still joking with Zhou Jingcheng, saying that it would take ten days and a half to leave the house from the soldiers in the city, and when the Japanese army attacked again in the afternoon, a ** crashed into the building and the smoke was everywhere, he couldn't afford to make such a joke anymore.

** Didn't blow up half a person, everyone ran away, and the Japanese army was not far away.

"It's over, it's over, this time you're really going to die, you're a capital crime, and eighty percent of you have been pitted."

"It's not a sentence from Shangfeng to die or not," Zhou Jingcheng disagreed, "These bastards, indiscriminately accused, and I'm not the only one who runs, if you don't run, are you waiting for the Japanese to be shot?" ”

He seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned his head and stared at Liang Liqun.

"What are you looking at?" Liang Liqun was stared at straight hair.

"You said, the two of us have no one to care, is it possible that it is your fault?"

"My reason? I, a deputy director in charge of postal supplies, used the communication line in the department to say that breaking the sky is a prison reflection, even if it occupies wartime transportation resources, it will not be a crime to death, how can it be my reason. ”

Liang Liqun couldn't help but get excited.

"Director Liang, who doesn't know that your family has a huge amount of money, you dare to say that no one has hit your idea?"

"Hit me with my idea? It was because of my idea that I was brought here to do material transportation, saying that I used the resources in the department to do business? I also said that the department was taking up the resources of the Upper East to make supplies. I'm all here, what else can they do to beat me? ”

Zhou Jingcheng smiled disappreciatively, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Hey, hey, you say, the fucking guy surnamed Qian is really a bit of that, he took my note and didn't let me go, he was so scared, he threw us down and ran away? Aren't you afraid of military law? ”

Liang Liqun became angry again.

"If you want me to say, your strip is worth a lot, last words! Sell it to Ling Zun and exchange it for 10,000 pieces of fiat currency shouldn't be a problem. Qian Xinmin doesn't run? We have four big characters on the gate of the military forbidden zone, do you think the Japanese are coming, will they treat us well? ”

"!" Liang Liqun became nervous, and the more he thought about Zhou Jingcheng's words, the more reasonable they became, and he finally couldn't sit still.

"Hey, hey," Liang Liqun licked his lips, "I think this iron fence seems to be a little loose?" Bump again? ”

"Forget it, pine sofa, it's weightless." Zhou Jingcheng ignored Liang Liqun, but stood up and tore the sheets.

"What do you do!" Liang Liqun became alert and looked around.

"Suicide!" Zhou Jingcheng still pulled it unhurriedly, and then carefully pulled it together one button after another.

Liang Liqun's face turned white! "Why kill yourself!"

"I withdrew from the Einsatzgruppen, and I've seen a lot of things over there! It is better to commit suicide than to fall into the hands of the Japanese. ”

"There's not even a place to hang things in this house!"

"You civilians don't understand, but those who engage in action understand, what are these fences for?"

"So short?" Liang Liqun really couldn't figure it out, everyone was standing on the ground, how could they hang themselves.

"If you want to hang yourself, you can do it on the doorknob!"

"Huh?" For a moment, Liang Liqun was a little curious, and wanted to ask Zhou Jingcheng how he could commit suicide on the doorknob, realizing that the occasion was not very suitable, so he forcibly suppressed this idea again.

The gunfire was once intensive, getting closer and closer, and then it was quiet for a while, just like the noise in the Shanghai Great World Dance Hall, chaotic, and the tide hit in waves, Liang Liqun had never been on the battlefield, and after listening to it for a long time, it was almost the same as setting off firecrackers, the black light was blind, thirsty and hungry, and vaguely, he fell asleep.

When the catastrophe came, he actually had a beautiful dream, dreaming that his father, little sister, and prospective brother-in-law Zhao Xing'an and himself were sitting around the western restaurant of the Chinachem Hotel in Shanghai, the fire was warm, the red candles were flickering, and the waiter politely brought up a shiny silver baking tray, he opened it excitedly, and there was half a Nanjing saltwater duck inside, and a Japanese soldier came over.

After taking a seat, I went up the hill to open a beautifully made black lacquer food box, took out a plate of Liang Liqun's favorite fried tempura, and placed a plate of natto next to it. The mountain is introduced in Japanese, and it is a delicacy from my hometown, so I specially bring it to my friends to share it with. As he spoke, he deliberately stood up and bowed to Liang Chengjie.

"There are too many rituals, too many rituals," Liang Liqun was so hungry that he couldn't wait, so he reached out and grabbed the tempura and stuffed his mouth.

Shangshan said with a smile, now that the two countries are at war, they must decide the winner at this table, to see whether the salted duck is delicious, or the tempura is better, which plate of food will be the first to prove that which country's food is delicious, that country will win. As he spoke, he picked up a piece of tempura and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Damn, don't say it sooner!" Liang Liqun was anxious, for the victory of the Republic of China, he decided to spit out the tempura in his mouth and stuff a few more pieces of salted duck, but he couldn't open his mouth.

"Wake up, wake up!" I don't know whose hand pressed his mouth, and a voice whispered in his ear.

Liang Liqun suddenly opened his eyes, and in front of him was Zhou Jingcheng's face full of stubble.

He moved his body in a daze, it was already dawn, the dense gunfire of last night had disappeared, and there were sporadic gunshots, most of which were accompanied by the terrible howls of people.

"It looks like someone is slamming on the door." Zhou Jingcheng whispered, "Listen, isn't it Japanese?" ”

Liang Liqun pricked up his ears, there were indeed people speaking Japanese, but the distance was relatively far away, and they couldn't hear it very really.

"Japanese!" He sat up straight.

"What did they say?"

"I guess I want to break into the detention center." Liang Liqun stammered.

Zhou Jingcheng sighed, "Do you want to say this?" ”

He pulled Liang Liqun to find the dead corner by the window, holding the rope he made yesterday, an ordinary white cloth sheet, which he tied together, it was smooth and neat, very eye-catching.

Liang Liqun couldn't help but admire, "The craftsmanship is good." ”

Zhou Jingcheng looked at his "craftsmanship" and said, "This is a military zone, the Japanese will definitely focus on the investigation, or it won't be long before they break in, you are soft-handed, when the time comes, I will strangle you first, and then I will commit suicide." ”

"You ......" As soon as Liang Liqun said a word, his mouth was covered by Zhou Jingcheng, there are still such people in this world, it's really fucking inexplicable.

Zhou Jingcheng made a gesture to close his voice, slowly climbed to the side of the drainage pipe, and put his ear on it.

Liang Liqun was curious, and also crawled over, still putting his ear to it.

The sound of staccato tapping reached his ears.

"What do you mean?"

"It's Morse code, somebody is going through the drain to see if there's anyone upstairs."

Liang Liqun was shocked, "Japanese?!" ”

Zhou Jingcheng was speechless, and smacked out the window with his mouth, "Do the Japanese still use sneaky taps on the water pipe?" ”

"Back to him, hurry back to him!"

There was a slam of gunshots, followed by the creak of the iron gate opening and closing, and the courtyard resounded with a jumble of Japanese.

Zhou Jingcheng picked up the teapot, concentrated on tapping and beating, and stood up sweating profusely.

"Got in touch?"

Zhou Jingcheng nodded at him.

Liang Liqun sneaked to the window and looked down, the iron door of the detention center had been opened, six or seven Japanese soldiers in yellow uniforms had gathered at the gate of the courtyard, a jeep was parked downstairs, and several people were talking non-stop. It was supposed to be a discussion on how to move the barricade at the door.

A Japanese soldier crouches down and studies the lock that holds the chain in place.

"I'm coming in soon!" I don't know when, Liang Liqun was also sweating profusely.

At this time, a figure appeared at the door.