Reason is still chaotic

Shen Jiali stood in an empty room in panic, not knowing where he was in his heart——on the way just now, his eyes were blindfolded by the spies.

However, the layout of the empty room does not seem unfamiliar.He turned around in horror, and saw small iron rings protruding from the four concrete walls.The rusty iron ring, with dirty chains and deformed belts tied to it, is the simplest torture frame.

He couldn't figure it out, and swallowed dryly, feeling quite scared in his heart, but he had a clear conscience, because he was a higher level than the good people, and he was an official in the government. Not only had he never done anything anti-Japanese, he even Not a single anti-Japanese thought was born.

He is like a man of the world, his house is his country, and the small wooden sign with the word "Shen's house" in front of the mansion is his nationality.

Shen Jiali wandered anxiously in the empty room for a long time, and finally, at around nine o'clock, someone opened the door and entered.

This man is dressed in military uniform and is Japanese, but he can speak the most standard Chinese.Nodding to Shen Jiali very kindly, he rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Mr. Shen can still be so calm at this time. This kind of spirit of seeing death as home has a bit of a 'dead man' character!"

When Shen Jiali heard the word "death", a layer of cold sweat immediately oozed from his forehead: "What is death like home? Why should I die? What do you mean?"

The man laughed loudly, and shook his head regretfully: "Oh, I really don't know if Mr. Shen is good at disguising, or if he is ignorant. Well, let me tell you——Duan Muren has defected in Shanghai!"

Hearing this, Shen Jiali seemed to be incomprehensible, and looked at the other party in a daze: "What, what?"

In the man's narration in a few words, Shen Jiali finally figured out the context of this secret incident: In Nanjing, Duan Muren and his grandson, David, disappeared in a very strange way on the way to Zijin Mountain. "Then, the news came back to Beiping. Shen Jiali, as a recognized and undoubted subordinate of Duan Muren's confidant, should of course provide clues to the old master's whereabouts--this is nothing to be wronged, because in Tianjin, Duan Zhai is from top to bottom. Your Majesty, from the master to the servants, they have all moved into the prison in a unified way.

"You used to be the chief of the police." The Japanese said with a leisurely smile, "You know the methods in the prison best. Duan Muren has gone far away and disappeared. Do you still want to die for his family?"

Of course, Shen Jiali knew the methods in the prison best, so his scalp seemed to be electrified, and his hair stood on end: "His family members don't know, and I don't know! I don't plan to die for anyone, and now It's not good for me to defend him!"

The truth is indeed the truth, but his relationship with Duan Muren was so close in the past, how could the Japanese calmly reason with him?

So the Japanese grinned and rubbed his hands again: "Mr. Shen, you, don't eat the toast, you will be punished!"

Shen Jiali really didn't intend to go to drink for punishment. If he knew Duan Muren's whereabouts, he would confess "Old Immortal" without blinking - but he really didn't know.

Several Japanese gendarmes came in, pushed him back against the wall without any explanation, pulled his arms and legs apart, and put them into the iron rings to bind him.The leather whip flew up, and the silk and satin jacket on his body was torn apart with one blow.The second whip was thrown out with a gust of wind, and this time it simply rolled up a strip of flesh and blood.

Shen Jiali cried out in pain: "I don't know!"

The Japanese laughed.

The Japanese gendarmes swung their arms round, giving the whip-flapping tiger a whirl.But Shen Jiali felt as if he had fallen into a sea of ​​flames during the violent whipping.Each whip was a tongue of flame, licking his clothes and scorching his skin.Severe pain came one after another, and he cried out almost frantically: "Chongqing! He went to Chongqing!"

The whip attack was not slowed down by his confession.The Japanese asked in the swishing sound, "Details! Who picked him up? What route did he take?"

Shen Jiali closed his eyes and raised his head, he didn't even have the strength to cry.The pain gathered from the limbs and bones, and blasted into the brain.But a whip can't kill a person, and he can't even faint immediately.

After an unknown amount of time, when the pain gradually became blurred, Shen Jiali thought he was going to die.

He thought of his own home, his fat son who came from a wrong place but was indeed very cute, his Xiaochun, and his second brother's messy family—what a noisy, troubled and warm place. world!

His body relaxed slowly, and his whole body leaned forward softly, pulling his body with the wrists wrapped in the iron ring.

So he brought in a vat of salt water.

The salt water was splashed on the torn body, diluting the thick and dry blood.Shen Jiali stood up suddenly, and let out a piercing howl from his throat.

This time, he fell into the darkness completely.

Shen Jiali woke up in the dark cell.

He was the only one in the cell, and the light of the stars and the moon came in from the small window close to the ceiling, allowing him to vaguely see the surrounding environment—there was no environment at all, just an empty room filled with complex ingredients. the stench.

He lay prone on the cold concrete floor, opened his eyes and stared blankly for a while, not understanding why he was here.Subconsciously, he wanted to get up on the ground with his hands, but his muscles and bones were just about to move, and the sudden burst of pain made him choke up hoarsely.

He gritted his teeth and stood up for a moment with tears in his eyes.After going through the pain, he turned his head and looked over, and saw a bloody hand in a haze—his own hand.

At this time, he recalled all the ins and outs, he was implicated by Duan Muren!

Duan Muren is an old man. When he gained power, he oppressed and played with him wantonly. When he lost power, he would use the hands of the Japanese to torture him to death.He was so angry that his heart was beating wildly. If possible, he really wanted to kill that old thing!

But that's impossible.Duan Muren ran away.

Since such a scheming person wants to run away, he naturally has a chance of winning - yes, he even brought his only grandson with him!

Shen Jiali lay on the ground panting for a long time, and suddenly thought of Duan Zhicheng again.Duan Zhicheng was also arrested, did he suffer torture like himself?

A tear rolled down the corner of his eye, Shen Jiali sniffled and thought again: "Whatever! Do we all have to die here?"

After recalling the torture methods he knew one by one, Shen Jiali closed his eyes in despair.

He had used his papers, signatures, and seals to execute many people, so even if it was a bad death, it didn't seem too bad.But, he thought, since God didn't intend for him to live to old age, why did he create a Shen Ziqi out of thin air?He is dead, how will Shen Ziqi live?Maybe Xiaoliang and Xing'er will take this opportunity to form a family, but what kind of good children can those two childish poor ghosts raise?At best, it's just another little trabecula, or a little Xing'er!

Thoughts circled in my mind and returned to myself.Shen Jiali wriggled and twisted on the cell floor like a bloody bug.His skin was open, his flesh was ripped open, and his wounds were plastered on the filthy concrete floor.He wanted to sit up and curl up in a corner, but any slight movement from fingers to toes would cause heart-pounding pain.His voice had become hoarse when he was tortured, and his crying sound was just a rough and intermittent cry.

After surviving desperately until dawn, he was taken out again by the military police.