Reason is still chaotic

When Shen Zijing entered the room, the military doctors were surrounding the bed, wiping Shen Jiali's ears and eyelids with tweezers and alcohol cotton balls.Seeing him coming in, the military doctors stopped and turned to greet him.

He ignored it, and stopped in front of the bed, crossed his arms again before his chest, and looked at Shen Jiali on the bed leisurely.

Shen Jiali's eyes were tightly closed, his hands and feet were spread out on his back, his body - which had just been carefully cleaned by the military doctors - was now wrapped in layers of bandages.A military doctor laughed and said in a low voice: "The festering area has been treated, and the right knee is the most seriously injured. It must have been branded, and the bones are exposed."

Shen Zijing still didn't say a word, just frowned and stared at Shen Jiali's face.

Shen Jiali was sleeping. Although the exposed skin had been disinfected with alcohol cotton balls, the dirt seemed to have penetrated into the pores and texture, and it looked dirty.When the officers under his command brought Shen Jiali from the prison to him, he circled the living skeleton several times. He couldn't believe that such a pile of rotten bones and smelly meat was his third uncle.

Raising his hand and touching his chin, he finally asked in disappointment: "Why haven't you woken up?"

The military doctor thought about it and replied: "Uh... probably after sleeping this night, I will be able to wake up tomorrow morning."

At this time, other military doctors wiped Shen Jiali's eyebrows and ears clean, and someone picked up a razor and began to carefully shave off Shen Jiali's filthy half-long hair.With the blue scalp exposed, Shen Jiali looked even more unsightly.

So Shen Zijing kept frowning, turned and left.

This is Shen Zijing's mansion in Beiping, so he went upstairs directly and walked into the comfortable bedroom.Since Nie Renxiong was kicked out by the Japanese, he was immediately regarded as a new star because of his active suppression of bandits, and he attracted the attention of all parties.Nie Renxiong made his fortune by relying on soldiers, and he was always reluctant to send troops to the battlefield for fear of losing his strength; he is different, he is not afraid of losing soldiers.As long as he is alive, he doesn't care about the fate of his subordinates.

In autumn, the nights are already chilly.Shen Zijing took off his casual clothes, raised his legs and stepped into the western-style bathtub.Plunging his slender naked body into a vat of hot water, he raised his head intoxicated and let out a long breath, the coolness contained in his joints seemed to immediately dissipate.

There is some weakness in the crotch, probably because he wears thin clothes these days and walks around frequently, so he has an old injury.Frowning and getting up, he stretched his legs half lying and half sitting.

Duan Muren ran away when he said he was running, and Xiao Japan arrested people when he said he was arresting them. They were all three points faster than him.In the past years, he has been watching Shen Jiali's every move from a distance like a dormant poisonous snake, looking for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.After finally hearing that Duan Muren had defected, he cheered up and immediately sent troops to Shen's house; but after arriving, he found that the gatekeeper had been replaced by a spy from the Japanese military department.

After many negotiations, he finally succeeded in taking over the Shen residence.Don't want to just enter the door, he saw a fat girl hugging a fat boy - the fat boy is the "young master" in the house, and the fat girl is the young master's mother.Asking the young master's name again, the word "Shen Ziqi" made him understand with both irony and laughter.

Before he could find out the ins and outs of this matter, Xiao Liang rushed out from nowhere, shouting "Master Nephew" all over his mouth, and begged him to save the master weeping.The fat girl also wept and complained, and the fat boy joined in the fun, howling louder than those two.Shen Zijing was overwhelmed by these three quarrels, so he simply ordered someone to snatch the child, and then drove out all the servants in the house, including the fat girl and Xiao Liang, with riding whips and gun butts.

Shen Zijing didn't know where Shen Jiali was imprisoned, but he really wanted to find this third uncle.He hated the third uncle, and hated him like a madman, like a raging fire.If the third uncle died in the dark cell without a sound like this, he would definitely feel empty and lost.

The whereabouts of major political prisoners are often the most mysterious.Shen Zijing searched around for a long time before he found some clues.After searching all the way, he seized a good time and found Shen Jiali when the Japanese had already regarded Shen Jiali as a waste and were about to "dispose" of him.

He was a well-known figure, and he released Shen Jiali on bail with a few words.

Standing up from the bathtub dripping with water, he twisted his waist uncomfortably, and rubbed the set of things on his lower body with his hands.

Back then, Shen Jiali almost broke his balls.However, although it is not broken, it is almost the same as broken.

In the early morning of the next day, Shen Zijing went downstairs to visit Shen Jiali in the empty room.

Shen Jiali did not wake up.

Shen Jiali only regained consciousness in the afternoon of that day.He can be regarded as awake, but it can also be said that he is not awake, because he does not know anyone.

He was a skinny fool, lying on the bed with half-closed eyes and talking.Occasionally, he would cry without warning, weeping, begging in a hoarse and ugly voice: "Stop beating, stop beating." Or: "Chongqing, he went to Chongqing."

But most of the time, his most common saying is: "I don't know, I really don't know."

After crying, he looked even uglier.The eyes were sunken deep in the eye sockets, but the eyelids were red and swollen.The orderly fed him rice porridge twice a day, and he knew how to swallow it, but at some point, he would violently vomit out all the rice porridge.In addition, he often had convulsions all over his body, and sticky cold sweat oozes layer upon layer from his head, face, and body.The military doctor couldn't see the cause of the symptoms, and didn't think it was the sequelae of the electric shock, so he weighed the medication and injected him with a lot of glucose.

After more than half a month of such a peaceful life, because Shen Jiali's body and mind were no longer stimulated, his mind gradually became clear.

His memory and thoughts are already messy and fragmented. He can only vaguely recall some incoherent fragments of the years before he was imprisoned. The torture he suffered during his imprisonment was the same, but he slowly remembered them all. up.

He didn't know where he was, but as soon as the door opened, he would tremble violently - he always thought that the Japanese military police were coming to take him to court for punishment, even though the orderlies and military doctors repeatedly Assured of his safety, he remained in a trance.Every morning when he woke up, he didn't know whether he was in or out of the prison.

After another ten days, he recognized Shen Zijing.

At this time, most of the bandages around his body had been removed.The original thin skin and tender flesh no longer existed, and purple-black rough blood scabs crawled all over his body.He stared blankly at Shen Zijing, his eyes were soft and loose, purely looking, without emotion.

Shen Zijing recalled Shen Jiali's hateful appearance in the past, so no matter what, he couldn't show a good face: "Are you alive?"

Shen Jiali was still a little confused, and called out in a hoarse voice, "Zijing."

Shen Zijing replied, "Third Uncle."

Then he grinned silently, feeling very happy in his heart.He got up and walked around the room. Guessing that Shen Jiali had saved his life, he went out and called the orderlies, and asked them to remove all the furniture and furnishings in the room - including the bed, leaving only a quilt on the bed. into the corner.

The military doctors stopped coming, and the medicines were completely cut off. The only supply that came in twice a day was thin rice porridge, which kept Shen Jiali from starving to death.

The weather was getting colder and colder. At night, Shen Jiali started to cough.

Cough is nothing at all, it is when a person will have a cough.However, Shen Jiali's cough was sick and persistent, and he was restless all night.Shen Zijing was lying in the bedroom upstairs, and he could hear the hollow "Hang Han" sound coming from all directions. It was not considered loud, but it spread far away and never stopped.

He tossed and turned restlessly, trying to fall asleep.I don't know how long it took, but because the night was too quiet, the coughing sound became more and more clear.As soon as he lifted the quilt and sat up, he stretched his legs out of bed angrily, put on his slippers, got up and walked towards the door.

Angrily, he quickly ran to the first floor, pushed open the door of the empty room, and then raised his hand to pat the light switch: "Shen Jiali, are you still finished?"

Then, in the sudden bright light, he saw clearly the situation inside the house.

The room is cool and damp, and the cold air seeps in through the cracks in the windows.Shen Jiali was huddled in a corner wrapped in a thin quilt, her face was already red and green.He lowered his head and blocked his mouth on the quilt. He still couldn't help coughing, he was out of breath, coughing and panting, and there was a slight sound of breathing from his chest.

Shen Zijing rescued him and planned to settle the score with him, but after seeing his miserable appearance, he felt that the score was impossible to settle, so he temporarily suppressed his anger.

However, at this moment, the other party disturbed his sweet dreams, and he couldn't bear it anymore, and there was no need to bear it anymore!

Taking two steps forward and rushing over, he kicked Shen Jiali hard: "Quiet!"

Shen Jiali didn't make a sound, and fell down following the strength.Hugging the thin quilt and hiding behind, he curled up into a ball and hid his face in the quilt, but he still coughed.

Shen Zijing was really annoyed. He bent down and forcibly pulled the quilt away. He grabbed the opponent's skinny ankle and tore it away, then kicked towards the crotch.But Shen Jiali's body didn't respond like a reflex, and only let out a wailing moan from his throat: "He went to Chongqing...he went to Chongqing..."

Shen Zijing threw his leg down angrily: "Go to your mother's Chongqing! If I had known today, why bother!"

Shen Jiali prostrated himself on the ground, coughing to the point of being breathless, under the thin skin on his forehead, streaks of blue blood faintly appeared.

Shen Zijing knew that he was pitiful now, but he still remembered how harsh and mean he was back then.An extremely selfish and violent person has fallen to this state, which made him only feel a burst of discomfort and disgust after the initial pleasure.

He turned and walked out, and slammed the door hard.

Shen Jiali lay sideways on the ground, leaning against the cold white wall behind him.He was completely powerless to make a sound, and only the air was flowing in and out of his throat.Shen Zijing's two kicks knocked his soul away, he opened his eyes wide and looked ahead, feeling confused again.