readx;? The east has appeared white, and the dawn is about to dispel the haze over Meixian. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The prison gate of the detective team was locked, only two guards were left in the prison duty room to sit opposite the lamp, and almost all the detectives who were on duty were transferred to the gendarmerie, and the nightmare under the cover of night was over, and it was about to dawn.

A guard slipped down the wine glass in his hand and fell off the bench softly, so the guard on the opposite side put down the wine glass, went around the table and kicked the opponent who fell to the ground, but without any reaction, he picked up the keychain hanging on the wall and walked out of the duty room, first unlocked the prison gate, glanced at the detective compound outside the iron fence, it was empty, and then turned around and walked into the prison corridor.

After passing through the fences, passing the doorway door, I stopped outside the fence door of a single cell, looked inside, and then rummaged through the key in my hand to unlock it.

There was a thud of shackles, and the prisoners inside woke up as the cell door opened.

"Team Li! Don't panic! I'm Ding Er!"

"You? this is ......"

"I don't have time to say more, the only chance to save you is now, hurry up and follow me!"

The guard took a few steps up to the prisoner and crouched down to try to break the prisoner's shackles.

"Are you crazy? Who made you do that?"

"What do you say? Of course it's uncle! I say I don't recognize you, but don't you still have the surname Li. ”

"My brother?" the prisoner ...... stunned for a moment, and then his voice was mixed with excitement and excitement: "Blame myself for not being angry! Blame myself!"

"Don't talk about it, can you stand up? It's a shackle key......"

"It's numb, you help me. ”

Ding Er tried to help the prisoner, but suddenly there was a chain sound, and his neck was strangled by the other party's shackles. Then came the heavy fall of the two, desperate struggle, gritted teeth and tearing, aimless kicking, rolling, twisting, and unwillingly asked, "Why...... For...... What?"

The prisoner pulled the shackles tighter and tighter: gritted his teeth and whispered, "I don't know why." I'd love to ask you why. It's a pity I can't let you go!"

After another desperate stampede, the guard Ding Er finally lost his breath and was shackled into a corpse by the prisoner.

The prostrated prisoner let go of the corpse and stood up, he was Li Youcai, staring at the corpse of Ding Er in front of his feet, and then at the open cell door, waiting for his breath to be even, dragging the corpse out of the cell door, and then returning to the cell to close the cell door again, locking it, and throwing the key out of the door fence.

Everything that is dark is still cold.

......

When the first rays of sunlight poured into the window, the nurse in the window couldn't help but squint, looking up out the window, thin eyebrows and single eyelids, small nose and thin lips, although not outstanding, but there was a naïve temperament; she was a little tired, staring blankly at the morning outside the window, not knowing what to think.

The door behind him opened, and another white-clothed nurse walked in, speaking tired in Japanese, looking forward to the end of overtime, complaining that several civilian wounded soldiers in the gendarmerie were not as good as soldiers...... Detective team. ”

"Why?" she jerked back, surprised by the extent of her reaction.

"It seems to be...... About Eight Roads. ”

......

Under the morning sun, the Meixian police force was in a mess, the second floor of the main building was burned down, three offices were burned, the windows were all black holes, and the outer wall facing the gate was riddled with bullet marks.

The gendarmerie across the wall is in better condition than the police force, and there are also traces of burning in a few corners of the wall downstairs, but the combustible materials are limited, and those guys were unable to light a fire in a hurry last night; more than a dozen civilian gendarmes resisted desperately against the main building, although a few southern pistols could only be pressed and beaten by those rampant intruders, at least the office building was saved, and the prison behind it was also closed early after the incident because of the timely response of the duty officer, and was not penetrated by the attackers.

But Captain Maeda's emotions had fallen to the bottom, and this was the most embarrassing time in his military career, when he was disheveled and huddled in the darkness of the office with his saber in his hand, and almost cut his stomach.

He was still sitting in his office, his saber on the table, his clothes had not changed, he didn't say anything, and his face was full of bad luck.

Someone outside the office door shouted a report, but Maeda didn't answer, and then there was a knock on the office door, and Maeda remained silent.

Waiting outside the door is a gendarme, not Maeda's assistant, because Maeda's assistant has been choked in last night's indiscriminate gun, so a gendarme was temporarily assigned to stand by outside Maeda's office, and there was no response to the report knocking on the door, the gendarme thought that the chief had cut it again, and directly changed to a big kick, and directly kicked the door, and then stood stupidly under the door frame of the puff and dust, looking at Maeda who was sitting quietly in the office, embarrassed and didn't know whether to advance or retreat.

"The door is not locked!" Maeda grimaced.

So the stupid gendarmes hurriedly bent down and tried to re-erect the door that had fallen into the office.

"I don't need you to fix it!"

The dumbfounded gendarme let go, and the door that had just been lifted at an angle slammed on the floor with a clatter, kicking up another wave of dust.

There was a gurgling sound in the Adam's apple, and Maeda seemed to be trying to swallow something: "What do you want to say?"

The gendarme looked up and thought hard before replying, "Yoshida Trading Company was also attacked last night. Arson afterwards. None survived. Also, someone came to meet. ”

"Who?"

"Keiko Takeda. ”

......

It was nearly noon, and the captain of the detective team, Zhao Da, hurriedly ran into the gendarmerie, and came to the door of Maeda's office very surprised, the door was placed on the office floor, the footprints were clear, and a military police stood outside the door, looking as if nothing did not exist.

Brigade Zhao hesitated, not knowing whether to shout the report first or let the gendarmes convey it, stretched out his head to peek into the office, and found that Maeda behind the desk had raised his eyelids and bowed his head slightly at him, so Brigade Zhao hurriedly walked in, took off his hat a few steps away from the desk, and stood honestly.

A minute passed, Maeda did not speak, but continued to bury his head, and the office was so quiet that only the sound of Maeda turning the pages from time to time was the sound of Maeda turning the pages from time to time.

Five minutes passed, Maeda still didn't look up, how dare Zhao Da squeak, and looked at the desk in desperation, good guy, the materials that were being looked at by Maeda are a whole stack, familiar, look at it again, isn't that Li Youcai's confession!

Ten minutes have passed, and the situation has not changed at all, but the sweat of the Zhao brigade has already flowed down his head, and he doesn't know why his whole body is weak, although he firmly believes that Li Youcai's case will never be overturned, but the current atmosphere is a bit weird, and he can't see through Captain Maeda, this Taijun's temper is too elusive.

Fifteen minutes later, Maeda closed the last page, finally straightened the body in the chair, and stared at Zhao Brigade expressionlessly. After a while, he spoke: "The case is well handled." It's hard, isn't it?"

"It should. You're welcome. ”

"Motivation. What is the motivation?"

"Hmm, motivation, what is motivation?"

"Why did he collaborate with the enemy?"

"Uh......" Zhao Brigade was speechless, he really didn't think about this question in detail, and now Maeda asked if he didn't answer it; Li Youcai, a gambler, didn't have a dime, and his foreign debts were rotten, not to mention that the Independent Regiment was also so poor that it was difficult to set up; Tuse? Does he still use Tu as a slut? He didn't lack this the most; said that he was being blackmailed? But he was already a lonely man who didn't recognize his six relatives, and his uncle didn't love his grandmother; he said that he had a patriotic heart? It was purely voluntary? If he used this reason, Zhao Da Team himself would have vomited first.

Maeda suddenly smiled, laughing without half emotion: "You Chinese say that dogs can't change their eating shi, right?"

Team Zhao was stunned and didn't dare to answer, so that he was still a little confused.

"He is. It seems that you didn't get to know him at all. ”

Team Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Maeda didn't mean himself, but he still didn't understand what it meant.

"However, you still have a lot of credit for solving a big case. After speaking, Maeda opened the drawer, took out a document bag, and threw it on the floor in front of Zhao's feet: "Take a look." ”

The confused Zhao Brigade picked it up, carefully dismantled it, took out the documents, and labeled them: Meixian Top Secret No. 31 File, Sheep's Head Plan......

"This ...... I...... Can't ......"

"It doesn't matter. Look. With your efforts, this has become waste paper. ”

With a click, the document fell to the ground, and the Zhao team couldn't stand steadily, and at this moment he understood Maeda's expressionless face, which was behind it was an endless flame of anger.

"But...... He...... Some things ......"

Maeda stood up, put his hands behind his back, slowly swayed to the window, watched a few gendarmes cleaning up the traces of last night's destruction in the courtyard downstairs, and continued to say calmly: "Actually, I don't care about this case, because I am the master here. Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand!"

"Good. Maeda turned around: "Hand me the knife." ”

This is a situation that Zhao Brigade completely cannot understand, his legs could not move half a step just now, and now he is even more unresponsive, his face is sweating like rain, and his thinking is blank.

Suddenly there was a knife coming out of its sheath in the office, followed by screams, followed by the hearing of knives slicing into flesh, then a second, a third, a fourth......

The gendarme outside the door was still standing motionless, his back soaked, cold sweat already running down his sideburns, and he knew he was safe.

......

To the east of Xinglong Town, two miles outside the concentration camp, in the wilderness, by a deep pit next to a small forest, there was an animal-powered cart parked.

The two puppet soldiers scolded and reluctantly lifted the corpses from the car and threw them into the pit one by one, not noticing that there were fewer abandoned corpses in the pit than yesterday.

After unloading the carcass, they were in a better mood and whipped the livestock violently, and this was the last trip.

The shadow of the car faded away in the wilderness, and two figures stood in the grove, barely recognizable in mud marks, one carrying a shovel and the other with a pickaxe, leaving the woods to the edge of the pit.

"I heard them babble, this was the last trip. Do you know any?"

The person carrying the shovel had a scar on his face, and went down the pit in silence, wading through the blood-colored mud, looking through the corpses that had just been thrown down in a foul smell, meticulously to the point that none of them fell, and finally only one of the corpses was dragged along, and a relieved smile flashed tiredly: "No." ”

"And this one is the three-in-a-row?"

He nodded: "It should be, the face is familiar." Bury him, and I'll be able to walk with peace of mind. ”

Together, the two lifted the body and staggered into the woods.

"Brother Ma Liang, you say me...... Can you still be an eight-way?"

"Nobody remembers you. No matter what your name is. ”

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