Ziliang did not disappoint Dazhi and the big man, and he returned to the cabin with both excitement and nervous≠ness

"Wake up so early," someone woke up and asked Ziliang puzzled, "With such a look, what's going on?"

"No, no. Ziliang was deliberately covering up.

"Something must have happened," the man saw Ziliang's restless look, and immediately sat up, and asked with great concern, "How can you fool my eyes, tell me quickly, what happened?"

"I'm scared. Ziliang lowered his body and said.

"What are you afraid of?" the man stared at Ziliang.

"Didn't there be a news of writing letters in Japanese in the camp last night," Ziliang said, "and I slept until midnight, and I was awakened by a nightmare, and I couldn't sleep for a while, so I remembered it." Thinking about it, I became curious, so I went out of the house and secretly went to the residence of the king of Zou Yan, and guess what?"

"What's the matter?" the man wondered what was going to happen next.

"Sure enough, I saw a letter on the windowsill of King Zou Yan," said Ziliang, "and the words on the letter were twisted and twisted. In this way, last night's rumors were true, I wanted to destroy the letter, but after thinking about it, I was still a little afraid that King Zou Yan would find out about beating me, and finally put it down again. ”

"Is there really a letter?" the man was clearly nervous, and his Adam's apple went up and down several times.

"What I saw with my own eyes, how can it be fake?" Ziliang sighed.

"So we're not safe here," the man sighed, "I thought we were hiding in this poor ravine, with little contact with the outside world, and that the Japanese devils would not be able to come to us, no matter how bad they were, and it seems that those frenzied fellows didn't want to let us go even if we were so poor that we refugees had no food to eat or a house to live in." ”

"I don't know if it's so serious," Ziliang said, "but that letter is definitely not an ordinary letter, you should have heard of it, King Zou Yan originally wanted to destroy that letter, and after weighing it, he finally kept the letter." Do you know why King Zou, who was not afraid of the earth that day, put that letter on the windowsill instead of locking it up?"

"How do I know that?" the man frowned and looked melancholy.

"I've heard from others," Ziliang said, "but I think it's very reasonable, you just know it, but don't tell anyone else." Since reading the letter, the king of Zou Yan was like entangled in demonic energy, fidgeting, sleeping, and eating unpleasantly, so he locked the letter in a drawer, but he was still very frightened, and extremely anxious, and in desperation, he put it on the windowsill outside the house, and of course he knew very well that no one dared to steal the letter from his windowsill. ”

"I really didn't expect it," the man took a deep breath and said with a little loss, "Even King Zou Yan is afraid of becoming like this, we people, hmph, can't we just wait for the end?"

"Who's to say it's not?" Ziliang said, "That's why I'm so uncertain." ”

"So what are we going to do?" the man wanted to know what Ziliang had to do.

"I," Ziliang shook his head and said, "I don't know what to do, my mind is very messy now, as if I have entered a fog, I have to think about it, such a big thing must be thought about." ”

As soon as the words fell, Ziliang sat down against the pillar, after all, he had stayed up for most of the night, and after a while, he snored loudly.

The man didn't have the heart to pay attention to Ziliang at all, his mind was full of Japanese devils and letters written in Japanese, as if he was stunned, standing in the middle of the room, frowning, and kept talking to himself.

"What's going on?" the rest of the room woke up one after another, and they were all surprised to see this.

At first, this person was like when Ziliang first returned to the house, he was always secretive, and he didn't want to say anything when others asked, but he couldn't consume everyone's forced questioning, and there was no other way, so this person shook out all the things he knew from Ziliang.

As I have explained before, this Beishan refugee camp is located in a col between the two mountains, there is no village in front of the village, there is no shop in the back, almost isolated from the world, and the people here rarely have access to the outside world, and they know nothing about the outside world, just like living in an independent space.

All of them repeat yesterday's life every day, meeting the same people, seeing the same things, and when something comes out, it spreads faster than the air, and soon it reaches the ears of all refugees.

During lunch, almost all the refugees talked about the same thing--- that is, someone saw the letter that the Japanese had accidentally lost, the letter was on the windowsill of King Zou, and the letter was indeed written in Japanese, but no one could understand the content of the letter that made King Zou Yama sleep......

Of course, Dazhi and the big man also heard the news, and the news did not come from ordinary refugee friends, nor from the bearded man in the same room, but from Zhao Hanzheng, who was more rational in trouble.

This made Dazhi particularly excited, not only because Ziliang lived up to his expectations, but more importantly, after this rendering, the Japanese demolition expert who always cowered in the shadows and refused to show his face was likely to act, which is exactly what he and the big man were looking forward to, only if this guy moved, they would have a chance to complete the task they shouldered.

However, Dazhi and the big man didn't show it, they still looked preoccupied, and sat in the room without saying a word.

Until after dinner, Dazhi called the big man to walk in the camp as usual, and he said to the big man, "We have to divide the labor tonight, we can't stay up all night together, in case that guy doesn't show up for a long time, we have to die like this." ”

"Say it, I'll listen to you. The big man nodded.

"Let's separate," Dazhi said, "you and I are on duty in the first half of the night, and the other is on duty in the second half of the night, whether you want to be on duty in the first half of the night or the second half of the night, you choose first." ”

"Say it, I'll listen to you. "The big man is still the same, even the movements are the same.

"To tell you the truth," said Dazhi, "after so long, we all know each other, do you feel heavier than me, or you are on duty in the first half of the night, so that you don't feel too tired, and there is still time to catch up on sleep." The second half of the night is the most likely to be sleepy, so I'll be on duty, I'm okay to stay up late, I should be able to hold on, I don't know what you think?"

"I told you," said the big man, smiling, "I'll do whatever you say, all yours." ”

Dazhi and the big man laughed and returned to the house, according to their agreement, Dazhi was on duty in the middle of the night, he didn't talk to other people anymore, quietly leaned against the back wall, closed his eyes and slept.

In order not to arouse the suspicion of others, the big man pretended to be fine, and still surrounded the bearded man, and while he was twisting and turning, almost no one he knew, and then put down the letter and turned back......"

"I heard about this, what's wrong?" the big man was calm.

"He heard that I had seen this letter," Ziliang pointed to the man, "so he came and asked me if it was true, and I said of course it was true, and he said that I was bragging, and I said that I would never brag, but he just didn't believe it, and then I didn't want to explain it to him anymore, but he pestered me, and when I stopped paying attention to him, he kicked me hard." ”

"You see, the skin on my legs has fallen off. Ziliang had already rolled up his trouser leg when he spoke, and there was indeed a broken skin on his thin leg, and blood was oozing out.

"You are ruthless in front of Lao Tzu again," the big man suddenly became more angry, turned to walk in front of the trembling guy, pointed to his head, and said, "I have never seen a ginger head like you, people talk to you well, but you are messing around, people ignore you, you don't know how to know and go away, but do it to others." Go, go and kick him, go!"

"Big brother," the man bent and begged, "I was wrong, you can spare me!"

The big man didn't say a word, he raised his foot and kicked the man to the ground, hating him so much that he almost kicked it a few more times, but finally held back.

All those present were horrified when they saw this, and they shrank back and looked timidly at the big one.

The big man comforted Ziliang, but it was getting late, so he didn't linger any longer, and left Ziliang in a hurry, and came to the firewood pile not far in front of the Zou Yan king's house.

The moonlight is pale and the mountains are secluded.

The big man was alone in the empty barracks, and he peeked left and right, hoping to see the Japanese demolition expert sooner......

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