No.18 Years of Waking of Insects

In the dark crowd, a wooden platform was built, which was probably used to criticize the public 'sinners'.

Due to the large number of people and the fact that the people on the stage were kneeling, Lu Jinghong looked from afar and could only see two men dressed in ordinary clothes standing on the stage with their toes held high.

Seeing so many people, Sanxi suddenly became curious, and excitedly led him to drill in, and heard other people's gossip chat while drilling.

"Tsk tsk, I really can't afford to lose this person."

"Who says it's not? If my son is like this, he will definitely drown in the river."

"I heard that the man was a rich man before, why..."

"Master, you just came to Rongcheng, don't you know that rich people like to make strange things, not to mention disgusting, they still hurt themselves and others..."

"It's the first time I've seen this scandalous thing in most of my life..."

Lu Jinghong listened carefully, thinking that the person kneeling on the stage was the object of common people's spurning, he couldn't help feeling a little sad.But when he and Sanxi squeezed to the front of the crowd and saw clearly the two people on the stage, they suddenly froze in place.

Sanxi was the first to react, and bumped Lu Jinghong with her elbow, and said pleasantly, "Boss Lu, isn't that the Boss Liu and Second Young Master Song you're looking for?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly withdrew his smile and asked in doubt: "But the two of them... how did they become the object of criticism?"

Lu Jinghong looked at the stage with dark eyes, but did not speak.

Song Yang on the wooden platform was wearing a shabby cotton shirt, with unshaven stubble on his chin, his eyes were full of numbness and fatigue.

On the other side, Liu Meisheng was still wearing the dark green gown he often wore, with clear eyes and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, mockingly looking at the two menacing men in front of him.

They were all tied up with ropes and knelt on the wet platform, and what connected them was only a long thick hemp rope.

One of the men with a slightly chubby figure opened his mouth first: "Let the big guys have a good look at this one, Boss Liu, who was once praised as the number one actress in Rongcheng, and the second young master of the Song family, what kind of person is he now?" of color."

After finishing speaking, he stepped forward and squeezed Liu Meisheng's chin fiercely, a red mark was quickly pinched out, and he snorted coldly: "Laugh? I'm afraid you will cry miserably after a while."

"Heh." Feeling the clear pain from his jaw, he continued to sneer, "You two are the saddest Chinese people I have ever seen."

"Damn it." Another tall man with an even hotter temper stepped forward and pulled the man away, and then slapped Liu Meisheng's bloodless face, "Don't you look at what you are doing? People's deeds? Damn, he still has the face to talk about me!"

"Stop it!" Song Yang yelled bitterly, trying to jump over to protect Liu Meisheng while struggling with the rope.

When the tall man saw him, he immediately turned around and kicked him fiercely, hooted and spat in his face 'pooh'.

Liu Meisheng saw that Song Yang was kicked down, then pulled up by the fat man, and continued to kneel on the ground, instantly burning with anger.

"Yo. You two are..." Fatty caught sight of Liu Meisheng's strangeness, and slowly touched his bright red cheek with his fat hand like that, with a sneer on his lips, "It's really a deep love between husband and wife."

"Bastard, let go of your hand!"

The tall man grabbed Song Yang's collar and kicked him twice. Seeing the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, he snorted coldly, "Don't be disgusting in front of me. You should accept punishment when you come here."

"Hahaha, punishment?" Liu Meisheng couldn't help laughing, "Punishment for what? Just because you were invaded and trampled by the Japanese, you are going to use us to vent! It's really ignorant and pathetic."

When the fat man heard this, he immediately turned the hand that was touching his face to pinch his neck again, his eyes were ruthless: "You are still stubborn at this time, you surnamed Liu, don't you fucking know what's going on!"

After speaking, the strength in his hands deepened.

"No! Whatever you want to do, I, I accept it... Don't, don't hurt him."

Seeing him being pinched, Song Yang blushed and coughed, begging loudly and humbly.

The fat man took away the hand pinching Liu Meisheng's neck as soon as he heard it, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, there is someone who knows something. We are all civilized people. If you two were not disobedient, how could we treat you in public? Punching and kicking."

As a result, after saying this, he suddenly untied his trouser belt, exposing a small section in the cold wind. The tall man immediately brought a broken porcelain bowl with a chipped edge, and he leisurely urinated in the bowl. inside.

Even the women in the audience who had been watching intently just now would turn their eyes away when they saw this scene.

The fat man put the steaming broken bowl in front of Song Yang, and ordered loudly: "Drink it, drink it!"

Song Yang's face turned pale, and he refused to open his mouth.

"Tell you to drink! Are you deaf or something!" The tall man kicked him hard on his kneeling leg again, grabbed the bowl and brought it to his mouth with force, and a few drops of urine spilled out on his face On, with a warm but sickening breath.

Song Yang closed his eyes abruptly, his legs were in burning pain, feeling the humiliation from the outside world.He never thought that one day he would be exposed to the eyes of the world like this, and would be treated worse than a pig or a dog.

"Hehe, don't you want to drink?" The fat man squinted, put his hand on Liu Meisheng's shoulder, and threatened, "If you don't drink, I'll take off his clothes in public. □□ him!”

As soon as those two words were uttered, Song Yang was shocked. He couldn't bear it anymore, and he lost the temperament and self-cultivation of a young master in the past. He cursed at the top of his voice, "You dare to touch him! I will die even if I try my best!" I'm going to castrate your lifeblood, cut your body into pieces and feed it to the dogs!"

"You're criticizing us with your mouth, but your heart isn't downright dirty." Liu Meisheng dodged the fat man's hand in disgust.

The fat man grinned, put his big yellow teeth close to his right ear, and said, "This is not the same. What I did...is just what everyone wants to see. It is you who have committed the most serious crimes, not me, the Chinese who eradicate poison for the people." people."

"You are not worthy!" Liu Meisheng glared angrily.

Ignoring his anger, the fat man grabbed the hem of his clothes and licked the bases of his ears, the sound of '呵刘' resounded in everyone's ears.After licking for a while, he tilted his head and threatened Song Yang: "Will you drink it or not! I'm very anxious right now."

Song Yang panted heavily, looking at Liu Meisheng's painful expression, his heart seemed to be torn open layer by layer.

He closed his eyes in despair, and his voice was as calm as if the irritable person just now was not himself: "I drink, I drink..."

Immediately, the tall man raised the bowl again, pressed his pale lips tightly, and shouted, "Don't give me trouble!"

"Hey Boss Lu, what are you doing?"

Sanxi was looking at the stage in shock, confused by Lu Jinghong's sudden action.

"Put it away." Lu Jinghong handed him the cloak, letting the cold wind stimulate his nerves, and said slowly, "So as not to get it dirty."

"Dirty? Why is it dirty?" Sanxi was still in a daze, but he had already walked up the steps.

"Tsk, who are you kid?" Fatty squinted his eyes as Lu Jinghong came up, and asked him displeasedly.

He scanned the fat man's greasy face, and replied, "Lu Jinghong."

The fat man was taken aback, but the tall man beside him immediately laughed out loud, "Haha, is that the charlatan who claims to be a painter?"

He ignored the ridicule of the person in front of him, and said directly: "Your behavior is unreasonable and illegal."

"Hahaha." The fat man and the tall man seem to have heard a big joke, "What we are doing now is to carry out legal criticism. Because the crimes they committed are abnormal love that will never be recognized by the country !"

Seeing their rampant expressions, Lu Jinghong suddenly felt exhausted.

An old woman in the audience immediately opened her mouth, pointing at Lu Jinghong and yelling: "He is a demon! He is the one who skinned my granddaughter, who is still so young...and turned into a human being. He looks like a ghost, and my husband's family ruined the relationship, causing my granddaughter to commit suicide by jumping into the river. It's all his fault, arrest him, arrest him!"

After she yelled, many people echoed loudly: "Evil Warlock, arrest him! Capture him!"

However, none of the people who had received his gift came forward to speak a word of justice.

Facing the dark crowd under the stage, with loose eyes, he smiled miserably: "How sad the country is, how sad the culture is, in the end, it's just the people's self-willed self-importance..."

He didn't dare to imagine whether such thoughts would penetrate the war, break the future peace, and continue endlessly...

The tall man snorted coldly at his rhetoric, and as expected, he fulfilled the wishes of the people, pulled him and pushed him to kneel at the front of the stage. Seeing that he refused to kneel, he punched him angrily.

Unexpectedly, after receiving this punch, Lu Jinghong swayed weakly twice, and fell directly from the stage, lying on the snow.

The cold snow was pressed against his skin, and his consciousness was very clear, and he clearly felt that his life was about to fade away.

Are you going to die?

Well, just die like this.Dying on this land, I can't see the flames of war, and I can't hear the wailing of the bones.

It went quietly like this, and it was fine.

The people in the front under the wooden platform were scared back a few steps by Lu Jinghong who suddenly fell to the ground. Sanxi was anxious to go forward when she saw it, but was held tightly by a neighbor she knew.

"Hmph, I actually pretended to be dead." The tall man jumped off the platform and kicked him twice. Seeing that he was still not moving, he raised his foot and stepped on his left hand hard, spinning hard.

The clear pain stimulated his self-hypnotic nerves again, and then he groaned softly twice.

The tall man lifted him up with a sneer, but the black top hat on his head slipped to the ground, and his untucked long hair fell down, covering half of his pale face.

The action of pulling the man's collar stopped, and the tall man said loudly again: "So it's a feudal remnant, just right, let's get rid of it together today!"

Lu Jinghong subconsciously bent down to pick up his hat. He never wanted to cut off his long hair, but he was also afraid of other people's strange eyes, and there was a little panic in his usually calm eyes.

At this moment, under the eyes of everyone, he was in a state of embarrassment that he had never imagined.

"Long hair? Huh, this is your price!" After finishing speaking, the tall man grabbed Lu Jinghong's long hair, forcing his head and body to lean back, so that he could see clearly how unbearable he was. one strike.

The pain of tearing scalp swept over his whole body, but he was powerless to resist.Looking up at the dark sky, feeling the last despair in this life.

"All kneel down!"

Suddenly, a powerful command sounded from the gate of the city, and everyone could tell that it was Japanese.

Unable to resist, almost all the people outside the city knelt on the cold snow in fear.Only a few hard-boned Chinese were still standing, and then a few shots were fired, and they fell directly on the snow.

Lu Jinghong's mind was still in a state of confusion, but when he heard the gunshots, he immediately regained consciousness. At a glance, he saw Toyosaki Liangshu walking over in military uniform.

Surrounded by all the troops, he walked to the front of the stage step by step with a sullen face, only three steps away from Lu Jinghong.Then, he turned his gaze to the dazed tall Chinese man beside him.

The tall man withdrew his hand a long time ago, felt the cold and gloomy aura on Toyosaki Liangshu's body, and said tremblingly, "I don't know, sir... Come, come here... What's the matter?"

Toyosaki Liangshu looked at him indifferently, and motioned to the soldiers around him to hand him a knife. He pulled out the long knife from its sheath, and the sharp blade shone coldly on the ice and snow under his feet.

"Your feet seem redundant."

He spat out these words with his thin and cold lips, and then cut off his left foot without giving the tall man the slightest reaction.

The tall man screamed out in shock, seeing blood gushing out from his ankles, he knelt down on the snow, and immediately screamed loudly and intermittently, almost fainting.

The Chinese people under the stage were even more frightened and dared not speak, and knelt on the snow ground trembling, motionless.

Toyosaki Yoshisuke looked down at his head again, slowed down, and said to himself: "It's okay if the hair is short." Then he took out a lighter, and with his slender, white fingers, pulled him hair lit.

The tall man was instantly filled with a strong sense of fear that the flames would quickly devour his hair, and blood was still dripping from his feet, staining the white snow all over the ground red.He stumbled back and kept rubbing his head against the snow on the ground, becoming demented and crazy.

At this moment, he only thought about surviving, only thinking about not dying in the hands of the Japanese in front of him.

Watching him rolling madly on the snow with cold eyes, Toyosaki Yoshiya took out his gun and aimed at his forehead, and as he swayed, he was ready to kill him with one shot.

Lu Jinghong watched all this, until he finally saw him raise the gun in his hand, and then broke down and shouted: "Enough!"

Toyosaki Liangshu raised his eyes, and looked at him calmly with deep eyes, and said extremely cold words: "I can let other people go, but he must die."

Then he pulled the trigger, and the crackling sound of gunfire pierced the silence.

The tall man fell on the icy snow, blood and snow slowly fused...