A whole day passed, and the enemy's search yielded nothing. They combed everywhere like combing hair, but still failed to find the suspect. The martial law was lifted, but the alert and inspection of all street intersections continued.
Li Youcai came again this morning and brought a map of Meixian city used by the detective team at Su Qing's request. He did not have any more information to provide, but only told Su Qing about the situation of the gendarmerie and the detective team. The target last disappeared after passing through a house. The owner of the house shouted "Catch the thief" that night. Afterwards, the gendarmerie and the detective team judged that the thief who was witnessed should be the target. The location of the scene has been marked on the map by Li Youcai.
So after Li Youcai left, Su Qing put all her thoughts on the map, guessing what might have happened the night before. Her sight was centered on that point, and she kept building up various possibilities in her mind, and then overturning them one by one. Like the military police and the detective team, she was lost in the pain of finding a solution.
With previous work experience and understanding of the enemy's military, police, and secret agents' methods, he still could not come up with a reasonable answer. He could not have avoided the search, he could not have disappeared out of thin air!
I was lying on the table, staring at the map blankly from morning to afternoon, and finally began to recall him, in Xiaojiao Village, in Shuxia Village, in Jiangnan, sketching and describing scene by scene, his numb and arrogant character became clearer and clearer. He was not a mouse hiding because of cowardice, he was a wolf that broke through with the nature of a beast!
So she frowned, re-examined the map, and tried to imagine herself as him, a wounded, lonely beast without faith and future. Her slender and beautiful fingertips slid slowly on the map, searching carefully, and finally stopped at a position, not moving for a long time.
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Some profound things will become nightmares that can never be escaped. Feng Zhong had such a dream. He dreamed of a corridor and the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer. The life-threatening feeling of oppression made him unable to breathe and his heart and courage trembled.
He suddenly opened his eyes and swallowed the air in big gulps, his whole terrified face covered with sweat. It was not until he saw the setting sun shining through the window and the empty ward that his pupils, which had been dilated with fear, gradually began to contract and weakly half-closed.
Feng Zhong raised his weak arm and pushed the cup on the bedside table to the ground.
The door opened immediately, and a detective standing at the door looked over in surprise, unable to resist asking, "Are you awake?"
"Where is this?" The questioning voice showed a weak state.
The person at the door walked in: "Japanese military hospital. You were shot, where else could it be?"
After hearing this answer, Feng Zhong finally laid his head back on the pillow with peace of mind and exhaled a deep breath.
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In the evening, a wounded military police officer walked into the doctor's office after changing his dressings. He was a friend of the doctor and came here to kill some time with the doctor before returning to the boring ward.
There was no need to find a topic. What happened the night before was still the biggest news. The military police kept bragging to the doctor about how brave he was at the time. He fought with that Chinese bastard in the dark, endured the rain of bullets, and chased him tenaciously in the alley. If it weren't for the damn dark environment, he could have shot the gangster to death countless times. How could he have escaped
It was already dark outside the window. The doctor changed out of his white coat and asked the military police what they thought. Could this despicable guy be caught? If tonight was included, it had been two days.
The gendarme showed a helpless expression, but became optimistic after a while and told the doctor that the guy was injured. Now the gendarmerie police have released people in all pharmacies and clinics. Even if this cunning guy cannot be caught, he will die and his body will be seen somewhere sooner or later.
Later, the military police said goodbye and returned to the ward. The doctor locked the door of his office and walked along the corridor to go back to rest. But after walking a distance, the doctor suddenly stopped, as if he remembered something, and suddenly turned back and strode towards the operating room.
He opened the door of the operating room, turned on the light, walked past the operating table, opened a nearby cabinet and searched around, and finally brought out a tray and placed it on the operating table, examining it carefully.
All the bullets were 7.63mm Mauser pistol bullets, except for one, which was an 8mm Nambu pistol bullet.
The doctor picked up the bullet from the southern pistol between his thumb and index finger and held it in front of his eyes. The blood on the bullet had dried, revealing an unpleasant color, and the doctor's face became more and more serious.
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Hu Yi opened his eyes. It was pitch black, but he could vaguely make out that it was a room. He felt himself lying on a bed and smelled a special smell in the air. He finally remembered the last scene: this was a hospital, a ward, and a hospital bed.
Without touching or looking, I could feel that my abdomen was bandaged thickly and the wound was painful.
He turned his head to look at another empty bed, then propped himself up with his hands, gritted his teeth and tried to sit up, sweating from the pain.
The police pants were still on, the spine was naked, and the waist was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze bandage. At that time, this was just a temporary measure, but in the end, even the bullets were enthusiastically taken out by the Japanese. I wonder what they would think if they knew the truth.
The night is long and dreams are many. Sooner or later, lying in the ward, he will be exposed and must leave. In fact, Hu Yi didn't know that two days had passed. He didn't know how much time had passed. Of course, even if he knew, it would be meaningless.
He didn't turn on the light. In the dim light, he found the pair of leather shoes under the bed. It took him a long time to put them on and tie them up because bending over was too painful for him.
His weak state did not prevent him from standing up, and he began to think about what to do next. At this time, footsteps were heard in the corridor, coming from far away, and at the same time, there was a conversation between a man and a woman, speaking Japanese.
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The door of the ward suddenly opened, and the light in the corridor suddenly illuminated a large area of the ward floor. The doctor took two steps into the room and stopped. With the light from behind, he could see that the quilt of the bed had been lifted, and the bed was empty. The doctor frowned and froze on the spot.
The nurse followed him in and turned on the light at the side of the door. As soon as she finished her action, she heard the sound of something being penetrated from behind. She turned back stupidly, not knowing what to do, and saw a shirtless burly figure standing behind the doctor. The doctor's mouth and nose were covered by him from behind. He was removing his right hand from the doctor's neck, revealing the doctor's throat, which was bubbling with blood and making a strange gurgling sound.
In his right hand, the tip of a pair of bloody tweezers was exposed, and in the reflection of the light from the corridor outside the door, a drop of blood was sliding onto the ground.
Just looking at this picture, the nurse was so frightened that she almost suffocated. Because she tried so hard to breathe in, the mask she was wearing was deformed and attached to her face. She could hear the hissing sound when the air flow passed through the gap...
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