Reason is still chaotic

Shen Jiali curled up in the corner of the cell, trying his best to use his brain to fabricate an escape route for Duan Muren.However, he has never traveled far in his life, and his knowledge of geography is also very poor.As long as he passes Hebei, he can confuse all the place names.

A single cell with an iron door and a small square hole underneath.Twice a day, a hand would come in from the hole and set down a bowl of cold water and a pancake for him.The pancakes are made from republican noodles, a small black piece, and because of the stench, eating it seems to be worse than eating horse dung.

During the first three days in prison, Shen Jiali refused to touch the black adobe-like food; however, from the fourth day onwards, he was so hungry that he crawled over on all fours, grabbed the pancakes and stuffed them into his mouth.The biscuits are hard and must be chewed hard, but when swallowed, they become loose again.Like a dog, he leaned to the edge of the bowl and took a sip of water, wanting to flush his mouthful of crumbs into his stomach.

It was so easy to swallow half of the pancake.The iron gate suddenly opened with a "clap", and two Japanese gendarmes walked in, grabbed his arm without any explanation, and dragged him out like a dead body.

Shen Jiali really wanted to come up with something, but his imagination was very limited, he couldn't make up an adventure story of defection for Duan Muren behind closed doors.He said that he spoke indiscriminately, full of lies, and without any hardness.So the Japanese thought they had caught a really cunning prey.

A dirty, blood-clotted funnel was inserted into his mouth, and the Japanese military police shoved it down his throat.Shen Jiali was lying on his back on the ground, his hands and feet were firmly held down by someone.The chili water was poured into the funnel, and then flowed down into Shen Jiali's stomach and intestines.This sudden, new type of pain caused him to suffocate and widen his eyes—and then his eyeballs gradually bulged, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

His belly was obviously expanding slowly, but the Japanese military police restrained him so hard that he could only see his waist and abdomen lifting up and down weakly, and he couldn't even utter a whine.

When the pepper water was poured to a certain amount, the funnel was pulled out, with traces of blood.The gendarmes wearing big leather shoes raised their feet and happily stomped on Shen Jiali's stomach.A stream of chilli water gushed out of his mouth and nose, and he wailed as if he had fallen into a frying pan, before being stepped back to the spot by the big-toed leather shoes.

His mouth and nose spurted out peppery water, his internal organs seemed to be on fire, and the pain was in the depths, and he could only roll over at the feet of the Japanese military police.When the chili water was vomited up, blood gushed out.He opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth wide, panting like dying, his body twisted and deformed under the punches and kicks of the Japanese military police.He no longer possesses thoughts, but only the last instincts.The carp jumped up and down, and then he fell back to the ground, clawing frantically at his chest and throat with both hands.He exhaled a hot and sweet breath, his pain was so severe, but there was no way to relieve it.

Shen Jiali was thrown back into the cell by the Japanese military police.

He writhed and twitched alone on the wet concrete floor, bloodshot mucus flowed from his mouth and nose.He wanted to cry, but tried to open his mouth wide, but he could only make some hissing sounds from his throat.

He couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to die.Panting and choking, he climbed to the wall. He tried his best to shake his head and bumped against the wall one after another—but it was useless. He neither felt the pain in his head nor had the strength to smash his own skull.

From the second half of the night, he began to cough—his lungs were old and the weakest.

He coughed until dawn, and lava was still boiling in his chest.His fair and handsome face had turned purple-red like lack of oxygen, but his lips were dry and pale.He coughed, he gasped, he made a hollow whistle from his chest, and he vomited out complex liquid mixed with blood from time to time.He could hardly breathe normally without being suffocated.

He scratched his chest and throat in the night, all unconsciously.The jacket he wore when he was imprisoned had long since been smashed to pieces, and the white silk gown that was close to his body was soaked in blood and turned purple-black. Pieces stuck to his skin, and he then grabbed and tore them apart in a daze. A wound that has scabbed over.

He opened his mouth like a fool and stared straight ahead.He was waiting for himself to die, but after being tortured one after another, he still didn't fucking die!

This morning, he was not tortured again.

He drank a little water, but as he swallowed, the pain in his throat made him feel like he was swallowing a handful of iron nails.

In the afternoon, he was dragged out again like a dead dog.In the torture room, he saw Shen Jiayi who was crying and wiping away his tears.

Shen Jiayi, this carefree old playboy, was pulled out of his bed by the Japanese military police at midnight.He already knew his younger brother's crimes, and he also knew the Japanese punishment method of "Jianlian Jiuzu".At that time, he was so scared that he couldn't stop crying, and said that he was a true obedient citizen, and his second son-in-law was Japanese-but it was useless!Compared with Duan Muren, any Japanese son-in-law is insignificant and not worth mentioning!

Seeing the miserable appearance of the third brother who was neither human nor ghost, Shen Jiayi cried and went to help him up.However, the response to him was a violent beating.He is also in his forties this year, and soon he started howling with teeth all over the floor.Shen Jiali saw it in his eyes, but tears fell in his heart.

He was willing to be beaten into a trick, but the Japanese refused to even give him such an opportunity.He made a confession, made all kinds of confessions, and the more confessions he made, the heavier the punishment.He didn't know what it was for, but he knew that when he got to this place, he couldn't tell the cause and effect.

At this moment, a soldier dragged a dead body past the torture room.Shen Jiali stared at the corpse, thinking he saw Duan Zhicheng.

However, it is not [-]% sure, because the soldier dragged the corpse's foot, walked forward indifferently and at a constant speed, without stopping, leaving only a long bloodstain on the corridor floor.

In front of Shen Jiali, the Japanese military police wanted to put a branding iron on Shen Jiayi.With a hoarse voice, Shen Jiali stammered and wanted to make up another lie.

As a result, the soldering iron stuck to Shen Jiali's belly.

It was Shen Jiayi who screamed. He seldom missed this third brother, but this was his third brother after all.

Shen Jiali was also screaming, but there was no sound - his throat could no longer make a sound.

Shen Jiayi has a tall and tall figure, but in fact his body has been washed out.On the third day after being imprisoned, he was beaten to death by the executioner in extreme panic and pain.

The interrogator ordered the military police to throw Shen Jiayi's body in front of Shen Jiali, and let the two brothers spend half a day and a night together, aiming to stimulate Shen Jiali's spirit.

Shen Jiali was indeed stimulated.He gritted his teeth and dragged Shen Jiayi over, and tidied up his blood-stained clothes as best he could.Stretching out one arm of the second elder brother, he lay down and leaned against each other to make a good pillow, but no tears flowed from his dry eyes.

When Shen Jiali was really unable to hold on and was on the verge of death, the Japanese relaxed a little and let him lie down in prison to rest for a few days to get over his breath.

He lay prone in front of the iron gate for a long time, because he could drink water as soon as he poked his head.The pancakes are not too much to eat, I really can't eat them.

His body and mind are not strong enough, so now he doesn't think about anything.He knew he was going to die, it was only a matter of time, so he didn't have to rack his brains to make up a confession.Looking at the small window hole on the high wall, he numbly estimated the change of seasons in the outside world, is it May?The fat son turned one year old - I don't know if he lived to be one year old.

Then he became puzzled again, wondering why the Japanese didn't threaten him with Shen Ziqi.

May is a good season in late spring and early summer.Shen Jiali was brought out and put in a cage.The cage is only as high as one person, and only as wide as one person.He was in the cage and never tried to sit or lie down.

He was already "wooden", but at this moment, a new wave of pain that cut his flesh with a soft knife swept over him again.His fingernails and toenails were pried off by the executioner, but he had to stand in the cage with bare feet, day and night.His joints were exhausted and sore, and his muscles trembled uncontrollably as if they had been burned by fire or soaked in hot pepper water.He was waiting to die, desperately waiting, and yet, he still couldn't fucking die!