vrcanaries Chapter 219: Busy supporting the family in the foreign land
Chapter 219: Busy supporting the family in the foreign land
At seven o'clock in the evening, the prison had fallen into silence and the guards did not allow the prisoners to make any sound.
If you don't follow the rules, being scolded is a small matter, but being beaten is a waste of time.
It gets dark early in early winter, making the prison, which has not seen sunlight for many years, even more gloomy and cold.
Most of the people in the prison were already asleep. The bearded man in Wei Miao's cell was lying on the straw with his legs spread out, snoring loudly.
In other cells, people groaned quietly because of physical pain, and some cried quietly in the middle of the night.
Ahri nimbly jumped down from the only skylight that let in sunlight during the day.
Ali walked into Wei Miao's cell silently with light cat steps. When he got close to Wei Miao, he hooked her bare ankle with his tail.
Wei Miao raised his hand and touched Ali's head, and the little guy made a low snoring sound.
The bearded man suddenly became alert, and listened quietly to the situation around him for a while. After finding nothing unusual, he whispered to Wei Miao:
"Kid, there are rats and cockroaches in this cell. If you are scared, sleep next to me."
Wei Miao looked in the direction where Ali left, closed his eyes and began to snore.
The bearded man laughed and wanted to lie down and continue sleeping, but now he couldn't fall asleep.
Not knowing what was going on outside, he was quite careless this time and was tricked.
If it weren't for Bucktooth Cai's suggestion that the most dangerous place is the safest place, and if he had been imprisoned, he would probably be a pile of bones now.
The country is in danger, with internal and external troubles, wicked people are in power and wise people are in danger. The great China has been bullied to this extent by the Japanese slaves on the three islands.
In Wang Dongting's eyes, no matter whether they are dignitaries or lackeys, as long as they dare to destroy my country and exterminate my race, he will fight them to the death.
The local hooligans must be killed, the feudal remnants must be killed, the reactionary military and political forces must be killed, and the HanJ spies must be killed even more...
kill!kill!kill!
He has no ties, no house and no money. He is barefoot and is not afraid of those who wear shoes. He only has a miserable life.
He had killed the chief of the police department, assassinated the old man several times, and also assassinated the Shang family, the Kang family, and the Cheng family...
In his eyes, these people are Han running dogs and are not worthy of being Chinese. . .
After the assassination attempt on the bald old man failed, the cowardly guy actually offered a reward of one million for his life.
Wang Zhendong's life is worth so much money, I think it will go down in history.
I was thinking about the letter I sent to the northwest before going to prison, wondering if it was received there.
He has no other ideas now. He just wants to fight against the Japanese invaders and see the country's mountains and rivers still standing and the Chinese people no longer being bullied. . .
As the bearded man tossed and turned, Wei Miao also concentrated and looked around following Ahri's gaze.
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Municipal Hospital, second floor ward.
Hu San was lying on the hospital bed, his swollen face covered with red rashes. The younger brother who was guarding him was not sleeping well because of the pain in his arm.
He simply didn't sleep and sat on the edge of the bed, muttering to himself as he looked at Hu San.
"Third brother, when you brought me out, you said you wanted to kill the Japanese and serve the country. At that time, you were a great hero in my eyes..."
The younger brother simply stood up, walked to the bedside, wet the towel with one hand, and wiped the corners of Hu San's chapped and white mouth.
"Later I discovered that the Japanese didn't kill many people, but instead killed a lot of their own compatriots..." His voice was almost imperceptible.
"You always say that the world is like this, just make more money and live in the present..."
As the younger brother was talking, his eyes turned red and he lay down beside Hu San's bed and cried inconsolably.
"But, Third Brother, more than 120 people from our village were killed by the Japanese. Why can't we take revenge..."
"When we get to the underground, what if the old village chief asks, San'er, have we avenged ourselves? Have the Japanese got out?"
I couldn't help but feel sad and burst into tears.
When the nurse on duty heard the noise and ran in, she quickly checked the patient on the bed.
After noticing that there was no pulse, he turned around and called for a doctor.
The doctor pushed the door open after a long while, opened Hu San's eyelids, and said to the tearful little brother:
"Condolences."
Feng Chuanfeng had just walked to the door when he heard that his men had died. He cursed them inwardly as "wastes" and tried hard to look sad.
"Who else is in his family?"
The younger brother's eyes were red as he said, "Gone, gone, all gone, all dead..."
Feng Chuanfeng breathed a sigh of relief. It was best if there was no one around, so he wouldn't have to comfort anyone later.
Feng Chuanfeng turned his eyes away from Hu San's hideous corpse and asked the doctor beside him:
"When will the patient in Ward 3 wake up?"
The doctor obviously knew the condition of the patient in Ward 3 and quickly replied:
"I have already used sulfa and a cardiac stimulant. He is in a stable condition now. It is only a matter of time before he wakes up."
Zhang Chengan's tough attitude today made Feng Chuanfeng a little uneasy.
Since the police station does not allow to torture the captured people, then let's start with this communist bandit.
"Take me to see it."
The doctor nodded in agreement. Feng Chuanfeng walked to the door, turned his head and looked at the little brother lying on Hu San's bed, wiping his tears, and asked:
"What's your name?"
Hu San's younger brother, with tears still on his face, stood up and used his intact left hand to make an awkward salute:
"Sir, my name is Hu Qi."
Feng Chuanfeng said: "Oh, you and Hu San are brothers?"
"We are from the same hometown," said Hu Qi.
Feng Chuanfeng was quite surprised after hearing this. He looked Hu Qi up and down and said calmly:
"Just follow me from now on. Go back to the finance department to get fifty dollars and bury the man properly."
Hu Qi stood up straight and shouted loudly:
"Yes!"
In Ward No. 3, Ali squatted on the windowsill outside the ward, looking quietly into the ward.
On two hospital beds, one person had gauze wrapped around his chest and was on an IV drip.
A man curled up into a ball, as if he was having a nightmare.
Ali squeezed in through the narrow gap of the slightly opened window without hesitation.
Wei Miao, lying in the cell, felt that it was very difficult for Ali to feel him, and secretly complained in his heart that Ali had gained some weight.
You should lose weight.
The raccoon cat that was squeezing in paused for a moment, then landed lightly on the ground without making any sound.
Wei Miao looked through Ali's line of sight and saw the young student lying on the hospital bed. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old and had a very pale face.
He was one of the people who greeted Lu Pingsheng in the alley last time. What was his name?
Ahri passed the student and jumped onto another bed.
A thin face with a frown appeared in Wei Miao's mind. The man's forehead and cheeks were covered with sweat, and he was mumbling something inaudible.
Wei Miao curled her lips. Was she sent to jail because of this guy?
Did Aunt Fat also die because of this guy?
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