I quickly accepted the new assignment and sent an emergency transfer notice to the detention center, requesting that all detainees be transferred to the provincial detention center within eight hours, on foot.

I braved the heavy rain to ride a Mongolian horse borrowed from a fellow countryman's family and trekked more than ten kilometers in knee-deep mud. By the time I handed the wet letter to the head of the detention center, who had long since been cut off, the water in the detention center was waist-deep.

"Take it away in batches?" The director snorted, "It's too idealistic, how can I have time?" After coming and going, the first batch did not reach the destination, and the detention center had already been turned into a swimming pool. ”

"Take it together?" I was surprised: "There are not enough guards!" ”

"The ratio of 35 soldiers, 21 policemen, and prisoners is 332.1:6, which is very dangerous, but there is no way." The director took out a cigarette and smoked it, and his fat body stood in the water and smoked with a dark sense of humor.

"All transferred, all at once, all gone," he threw his cigarette into the water, "and ran away, it's easy to say, but I can't be responsible for drowning here." ”

Hearing the news of the transfer, the armed police and the people's guards immediately took action as if they had received amnesty, and in less than an hour, all the people's policemen and prisoners packed their backpacks, even though the bedding was wet. Armed policemen carrying guns and ammunition boxes, policemen carrying electric batons, nothing else in the prison can be taken away. The prisoners' files were locked in the Armed Police Tower, waiting for the water to recede, while all classified documents were carried by the secretary.

The water level was getting higher and higher, and cigarettes wafted out of the director's office, but by this time they were no longer in sight.

The procession of prisoners braved the torrential rain, flanked by sparse armed police, their emerald green raincoats revealing jet-black steel barrels dripping downward. The number of armed police is one-tenth of that of prisoners, and if they choose to riot or flee at this moment, it will be difficult for them to control the situation. In the free air mixed with rain, the prisoners and the military police walked in silence, and the two camps observed each other.

The old Mongolian horse was used to haul ammunition boxes, and I walked barefoot in the muddy water, looking for a bag in the bareheaded world.

The rain was so heavy that the view was obscured and I didn't see him.

It was getting dark, and this was the most dangerous time. The prisoners had not yet stepped out of the vast cornfields.

The director was an old policeman, and he found that the danger factor was too high, so he ordered the team to stop, and pointed to a high post in the distance, where three tall birches grew, "Go there and concentrate on standby!" The director ordered.

The team changed direction and slowly walked towards Gaogang. At this moment, the danger of being struck by the thunder has been overwhelmed by the danger of the prisoners rioting.

The team soon gathered on the high post, and the prisoners obediently formed a square formation and squatted down in unison. Gao Gang has a good view and can see the roaring Yitong River in the distance, no, it is no longer a river, it is an ocean.

The director lit a cigarette, "Wang Xiu, let's study the next direction." ”

"Director, no matter how we go, we will have to pass through a large green gauze tent," I said, "At this pace, it will be dark to reach the provincial capital." "My eyes turned to the prisoners again, hoping to find the familiar narrator in the bald head who had been with me for a year.

"Spend the night here?" The director looked up at the big tree, which were three amulets that could strike them at any moment.

"Staying overnight is dangerous. The prisoner only needs to run 50 meters to get into the green gauze tent, and he can't catch it at all. I said, "Otherwise, they will forcibly light the fire with gasoline, make several fires, and have them crouch around a fire for every twenty people, facing the fire, and arrange for four warriors to stare from behind." ”

"That's all there is to it, Wang Xiu, you are a talent," he praised me, and immediately arranged for the soldiers to open the piles of firewood, pull out the dry firewood and grass from the core, cut down another tree, sawed down the thick branches, and piled them into fifteen pyramids, poured all of them with gasoline, and lit a blazing bonfire in the decreasing rain. The smoke from the fire was so loud that the prisoners choked and coughed.

I walked up to the Mongolian horse and tried to smoke a cigarette from my camel bag, when suddenly I noticed a long marching procession in the cornfield in the distance! The team was far away from me, walking through the green gauze tent, and all I could see was the looming head moving.

Another team!

I couldn't see it clearly in the haze, but I'm sure they were uniformly dressed and were a formed unit. It may be the People's Liberation Army rushing to the front line of the flood fight! Great, wouldn't walking with them solve the problem of insufficient guards? I excitedly ran back and told the director, who squeezed his small eyes and tried to look into the distance, in the twilight, under the rain and fog, there were indeed countless figures flickering!

"Wang Xiu, you have a good mouth, go trade with the People's Liberation Army, bring us on"

"Howler!" I excitedly agreed and ran into the green gauze tent.

For some reason, my heart was beating fast, and an inexplicable excitement and even a hint of terror struck me. This team is a little quirky, but it's not clear. Is it because they didn't carry a firearm? No, the teams fighting the flood are all disarmed. So what is it?

I didn't have time to think, I quickly crossed the green gauze tent, and the leaves of the corn were scratching very painfully, but I couldn't care so much. Soon I met their vanguard, a heavy-footed, disheveled soldier, his gray face adorned with a sparse beard, and his deep, sunken eyes that looked like a skull. He stared at me blankly.

I asked, "Which part are you from?" ”

"Tank armored regiment ...."

"It's not the tank regiment that is stationed in Dafang Town," I said to myself, "you are from outside to support?" ”

He nodded slowly.

"What about your leaders?"

He pointed behind him, and I followed the direction he was pointing, and on the side façade of the line stood a man with the same pale face, who was not wearing a military uniform. Seeing that the team had stopped advancing, he trotted to the head of the group, and when he saw me, he asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"I'm from the Dafang Town Police Station," I said, "can I ask your team for help?" ”

The man laughed, "Young man, I'm also escorting prisoners." You see"

"What to see"

"These are all prisoners"

"You're escorting alone?"

"And Song Yu and a few immortal soldiers," he said.

I looked at the long procession closely, yes, they were all in military uniforms, but the blood-red upright epaulettes on their shoulders made me gasp, and when I looked further, some of them wore summer clothes and small hats with sunscreens; Some wore winter clothes, some wore "18-style" steel helmets, some even wore wool cold-proof jackets, and some adjutants wore waist knives engraved with chrysanthemum patterns. Among them, there are also those wearing ** clothing, and the American khaki military uniform is clearly recognizable.

This is a mixed army of Japanese devils and the Kuomintang!

It's 1998 and I keep telling myself. "You guys.... You ....." but I was still speechless with astonishment.

On the contrary, the escort seemed very relaxed: "Don't be afraid, they have all surrendered." I escorted them from the Black Cliff to the underworld. ”

A cold snap ran through my back, and I took a few steps back in fright, "Are you ghosts?" ”

"Yes, both. We are from Black Cliffs. The man said lightly, "My name is Peng Yue." What do you call a little brother? ”

"Peng.... Yue ......" is so familiar with the name, and Song Yu, where have you heard it?

"Little brother?" Peng Yue asked, "What kind of boundary is this?" ”

"This is Dafang Town, and then we will go to Baijiatun," I tried my best to calm my fear, and kept a clear pronunciation to this ghost gentleman.

"We've reached the world?" Peng Yue looked very excited.

"The world, the world"

"I feel like I've been walking for ten years, and I can't get out no matter how I go, but now it's okay" Peng Yue smiled, "When you get to the world, you can find the entrance to the underworld." Little brother, don't be afraid, I'm from the Anti-United Nations, we are a family"

"Family, family" I will only repeat what he said for now.

A little kid came running, with a strange gun in his hand, and he was in a heroic posture. The child ran to Peng Yue and asked, "Uncle Peng, where are we?" ”

"Dafang Town," Peng Yue replied

"Big House Town? Isn't it the home of God! "The little ones were excited.

When I heard the words "Bao Ziqiang" come out of the ghost's mouth, my scalp tingled. I'm used to listening to Bao Ziqiang talking about ghosts, but the first time I heard a ghost talking about Bao Ziqiang, this undoubtedly established a bridge between fantasy and reality!

Oops, my mind suddenly cooled a little. Aren't Peng Yue and Song Yu the friends in the ghost gate that Baozi talked about? Bao Ziqiang, everything he said is true! And Bao Ziqiang is in the prisoner circle not far away at the moment, and his old friends who have been separated for ten years are passing by on the bank of the big water, should I tell them about Bao Shangshen?

I cautiously interjected, "I'm Bao Ziqiang's Fa Xiao, he's my brother." ”

When the two of them heard this, they immediately grabbed my hand excitedly: "How is my eldest brother?" "Wrap up the gods, okay?" "He's been missing for a long time, and no matter how much we try to find him, we can't find him."

The devil's claws are cold.

"He" duty made me keep my mouth shut, if they knew that Bao Ziqiang was in prison, the two of them would definitely be furious, and even drive thousands of devil soldiers and ** to attack the mountain, with their mana, they would definitely swallow the clouds and spit rain, and they had to split the guard director alive. All I could say was, "I don't know, he's been away from home for a long time." "I lowered my head after saying that, I'm not good at lying.

Peng Yue, whose face was pale, sighed and said, "Alas, forget it." Even the immortal soldiers can't be found, let alone people. ”

Peng Yue said politely to me, "When you see the gods, you can tell him that I have escorted the prisoners of the Ghost Gate to the underworld, so that he can rest assured." After saying that, he left with the team. As I stood on one side, I saw a thousand demons walking past me, one of whom was dressed in cloth and bound with a rope, and I guessed that the man must be the traitor Kong Dechang.

This is a Yin soldier's excuse.

I returned to the campfire with mixed feelings, and the director hurriedly asked me how I was negotiating, and I made up a reason to prevaricate.

I need to find the bun and tell him that I believe in him, in his experiences, in what happened to him, and who he is. I don't doubt him anymore.

But I still couldn't find him, only 332 prisoners, no, 331.

When the armed police were distributing the fire, they found that there was one person missing, and they didn't know when they slipped away. This person is Bao Ziqiang.

The director was shocked when he heard this, but when he heard that it was a person who had escaped who might not be able to be sentenced to actual punishment, he was relieved, and he told the police not to make a noise, so that some villains would follow suit. Urgent big escort, running one or two is nothing. The director also told everyone to stare at each other and wait for the dawn, as for whether to catch this bag and improve himself, it is no longer important at such an emergency moment.

Bao Ziqiang escaped mysteriously, and he didn't even know when he escaped, he disappeared from everyone's eyes in an instant like a snake.

Yes, that strange team of ghosts was also like a snake, and as I later recalled, they marched without touching a single corn plant, without making a sound, and seemed to belong to this world.