A whole day passed, and the enemy's search found nothing, and all the places were grated like combing hair, and the suspect could not be found. Martial law was lifted, but cordons and checks at all street intersections continued.

Li Youcai came again this morning, and sent a map of Meixian County used by the detective team at Su Qing's request, and he had no more information to provide, but told Su Qing about the situation of the gendarmerie and the detective team, and the last place where the target disappeared was after passing through a house, and the owner of the yard shouted to catch the thief that night, and afterwards the gendarmerie and the detective team judged that the witness thief should be the target, and the location of the scene had been marked on the map by Li Youcai.

So after Li Youcai left, Su Qing put all her mind on the map, guessing the situation that might happen the night before, her eyes were centered on that point, and she kept building up various possibilities in her mind, and then overturned them one by one, she fell into the hard thinking of solving like a gendarmerie and a detective team.

With his previous work experience, with his knowledge of the methods of the enemy's military and police gendarmes, he still cannot come up with a reasonable answer, he cannot evade the search, he cannot disappear out of thin air!

Lying at the table and facing the map in a daze, from morning to afternoon, he finally began to recall him, in Xiaojiao Village, in Shuxia Village, in Jiangnan, sketching and describing scene by scene, his numb and arrogant virtue became clearer and clearer. He's not a rat hiding out of timidity, he's a wolf who breaks through by the nature of a beast!

So Moth's eyebrows gradually frowned, and he revisited the map, trying to imagine himself as him, as a wounded, lonely beast with no faith and no future. Slender and beautiful fingertips slowly slid across the map, cautiously searching, and finally stopped at one point, not moving for a long time.

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Some profound things can become nightmares that can never be shaken off, Feng Zhong had such a dream, dreamed of the corridor, dreamed of the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, and the sense of oppression that urged him could not breathe, and his heart was broken.

He opened his eyes suddenly, swallowed the air heavily, and his whole frightened face was sweating, until he could see the sunset line through the window, and saw the empty hospital room clearly, and the pupils dilated by fear gradually regained and contracted, and half-closed weakly.

Feng Zhong raised his weak arm and pushed the cup on the bedside table to the ground.

The door immediately opened, and a detective stood at the door and looked at him in surprise, and couldn't help but say, "Are you awake?"

"Where is this?" the voice of the question showed weakness.

The man at the door walked in: "Japanese military hospital." Aren't you being shot, where else can you be?"

Hearing this answer, Feng Zhong finally lay his raised head back on the pillow with confidence, and exhaled a deep breath of turbidity.

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In the evening, a wounded gendarmerie non-commissioned officer walked into the doctor's office after changing his dressing, and he was friends with the doctor, who passed the time here before returning to the boring ward.

There was no need to find a topic at all, the events of the night before were still the biggest news, and the gendarmes were babbling to the doctor about how brave he was at that time, fighting that Shina mongrel in the dark, shooting like rain against the target, stubbornly pursuing in the alleyway, if it weren't for the damn darkness, he could have killed that gangster countless times, how could he have run away.

It was already dark outside the window, and the doctor, while changing his white coat, asked the gendarmes what they thought of whether this despicable fellow could still be caught? If you count tonight, it has been two days.

The gendarme showed a helpless expression, and after a while he became optimistic again, and said to the doctor that the guy was injured, and now the gendarmerie police have released people in all the pharmacies and clinics, and even if he can't catch this cunning guy, he will die of a cure, and sooner or later his body will be seen somewhere.

Later, the gendarmes took their leave and returned to the ward, and the doctor locked the door to his office and went down the corridor to go back to rest. But after walking some distance, the doctor suddenly stopped, as if remembering something, he suddenly turned his head and strode towards the operating room.

Open the door of the operating room, turn on the light, walk through the operating table, open a cabinet nearby to rummage, and finally take out a tray and put it on the nearby operating table for a closer look.

All of the warheads were Mauser pistol bullets of 7.63 mm caliber, except for one, which was the southern pistol bullet of 8 mm caliber.

The doctor pinched the bullet from the southern pistol with his thumb and forefinger and placed it in front of his eyes. The blood stains on the warhead had dried and showed an uncomfortable color, and the doctor's face became more and more severe.

......

Hu Yi opened his eyes, it was pitch black, he could vaguely see that this was a room, felt that he was lying on the bed, smelled the special smell in the air, and finally remembered the last scene, this was the hospital, the ward, the bed.

You don't have to touch or look at it to feel the thick bandage on your abdomen, and the wound hurts faintly.

Turning his head to look at the other empty bed, he bracked his hands and gritted his teeth to sit up, and the pain began to sweat.

The police pants are still worn, the backbone is ****, and the waist is wrapped in a thick layer of gauze bandage. At that time, this place was taken as an expedient measure, but even the bullets were enthusiastically taken out by the devils, and they didn't know how they would feel if they knew the truth.

There are many dreams at night, and I have to go to the gang sooner or later when I lie in the ward, and I have to leave. In fact, Hu Yi didn't know that two days had passed, he didn't know how much time had passed, and of course, even if he knew, it didn't make much sense.

He didn't turn on the light, but in the dim light he found the shoes from under the bed, and it took him a long time to put them on and tie them on his feet, for the act of bending down was too painful for him.

Weakness did not delay in standing up, and he began to think about what to do next, when footsteps sounded in the hallway, from far and near, and at the same time, there was a conversation between a man and a woman, speaking Japanese.

......

The door of the ward suddenly opened, and the light in the corridor suddenly illuminated a large area of the ward floor, and the doctor stopped two steps into the door, and through the light behind him, he could see that the quilt of the hospital bed had been lifted, and the bed was empty, which made the doctor's brows tighten and he was on the spot.

The nurse followed the door and turned on the light on the side of the door. No sooner had she finished her movements than she heard the sound of something being pierced from behind her. She looked back stupidly and saw a shirtless figure standing behind the doctor, whose mouth and nose were covered by him from behind, and he was withdrawing his right hand from the doctor's neck, revealing the doctor's blood-blistering throat, which gurgled strangely.

In his right hand, there was a bloody tip of tweezers, and a drop of blood was sliding to the ground under the reflection of the light in the corridor outside the door.

Just looking at this picture, the nurse was almost suffocated with horror, and as she tried to inhale, the mask she was wearing had been sucked and attached to her face, and she could hear the hissing sound of air as it passed through the gap......