The charcoal fire was dark red, and it also turned the iron red. The heat filled the torture chamber, and the rancid air made me choke. I breathed, suffocated, and breathed again. :3wし
Hu Yi was hung under the beam with his scarred spine. Blood slid down the wounds and became slightly sticky. Sweat also slid down the wounds, diluting the blood. Pain was accompanied by heat.
The executioner put down the bloody whip and had to take off his dirty, sweaty coat. He also put on his upper body and grabbed a dirty towel to wipe the sweat off his neck.
"There are a lot of old scars! Injury and torture are two different things. Do you understand? This has nothing to do with being afraid of death or not!"
He opened his narrow eyes in pain, raised his head with difficulty, and his eyes fell on the water cup on the table. He said hoarsely, "Can you give me a quick death?"
The executioner put down the towel, picked up the glass of water and drank it all, then took a breath tiredly: "Who do you think I am? Do you think... I am an inhumane executioner? I have never killed anyone, and I never will. I am not an executioner."
This answer made Hu Yi, who was in pain, couldn't help but smile faintly: "So... you are a good person."
"God has endowed all living things with suffering, yet all living things worship God. Am I not living in suffering?"
"Do you need my sympathy?"
The executioner did not answer this question. He stared at the burning coals in the brazier, a little absent-minded: "The branding iron can be used. In fact, branding is not as painful as you imagine. What really makes you suffer is the fear and the brand that cannot be erased. This is like my inscription. In fact... sometimes... I also wake up from nightmares."
Every profession has its specialties. This was a professional executioner. He didn't have a trace of hostility and even looked more depressed than the person being executed. Yet Hu Yi wanted to kill him for no reason. He didn't need a reason at all. He just wanted to kill him and attacked him like an inhuman executioner!
"I have important information! I request to be transferred to the gendarmerie! I want to see the lady!" Hu Yi said this with gritted teeth.
The executioner remained calm: "Finally you are willing to speak? You no longer expect your deputy captain Li to save you? I thought you would not give in so quickly, this is different from my hunch. I can't bear to see you speak, you know? I can't bear to see you speak, you should stick to it. You let me down!"
"The Eighth Route Army will attack the county town soon. Their target may be the police force. They must be trying to rescue someone. Do you hear me? Good guys!"
The executioner had a blank expression on his face: "Do you think... this is what I want?"
"Captain Li... is in collusion with the Eighth Route Army. I know this very well and I can testify to this. The story starts with Lushuipu, about him and the Ninth Company of Qingshan Village..."
…
The sunlight poured down like loneliness, a dirty little street was bright everywhere, and it was empty in the afternoon.
Under a slightly tilted electric pole, there was a slightly tilted dog traitor leaning against it. He was wearing black shoes, black pants, black clothes, and a black top hat pulled down a little, but it still couldn't hide his slightly melancholy face. The box gun holster was casually hung on one shoulder, not slung across his body. There was a blued M1932 in it. He lowered his head to look at the pocket watch in his hand, which was made of silver.
A kid selling cigarettes came to the end of the street. His dirty face started to smile when he saw the figure standing under the electric pole. He ran over with the broken cigarette rack hanging on his chest and asked, "What do you want?"
The dog traitor put his pocket watch in his pocket and stretched lazily: "I was killed by an enemy yesterday. Can I buy a bag on credit?"
The smile on his dirty face disappeared in an instant: "Why don't you treat it as a pocket watch!"
"I find that you have no humanity at all! You have a heart that has been eaten by dogs! How dare you scream even if I rob you openly?" After saying that, he directly picked up a pack of cigarettes from the cigarette rack, tore open the package on the spot, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth to light it.
The boy's mood plummeted after a pack of cigarettes was robbed, but he still didn't leave. He bit his lip and looked up: "My mother asked me to ask you if you can come to our house for dinner."
He threw away the extinguished matchstick and exhaled a puff of smoke: "Why? I don't even know your mother?"
"She also told me to tell you that my father's leg can't be healed and he can't even get up from the kang." The child twitched his dirty face unhappily, paused for a moment and muttered, "I don't know either. We can't even get enough to eat, why should we feed you!"
The dog traitor turned his head to look at the cigarette-selling child beside him with his head down, and suddenly sighed, raised his hand and scratched the child's messy head: "Do you want to earn some money for your father to buy medicine?"
"Give me back the money for the cigarettes first!"
"Listen to me, after I leave, someone will definitely come to you, and then you will ask for money first."
"Why are you looking for me?"
"Because you've been complaining to me for too long. I'm a cash cow! Do you understand? Burn some incense, you heartless brat! You still have the nerve to complain to me with your pack of cigarettes. When the time comes, you can tell them this..."
Not long after, the cigarette seller turned and left. He walked a few steps and then stopped, turned back and asked, "By the way, how should I answer the question my mother asked me to ask you? Are you coming or not?"
The dog traitor who had already walked a few steps in the other direction stopped and turned back, glaring: "With your ugly appearance, you will definitely kill me on your kang! Go back and tell your mother to bury your crippled father alive, he will drag your whole family to death sooner or later!"
The cigarette-selling boy was stunned for a few seconds. He really couldn't understand what the first half of the sentence meant. Then he thought of the last sentence and finally got angry. He bent down to pick up a stone from the ground and threw it at the dog traitor: "Why don't you bury your father alive? You will kill your whole family!"
In the dirty and messy street, the traitor's back is far away.
The child was still cursing in the sun, when suddenly two figures in black came hurriedly. One of them continued to walk in the direction where the dog traitor disappeared, while the other grabbed the cigarette selling child by the collar and said, "Little brat, have you acted enough? What did he say to you?"
"He...he...said he would give me five dollars! Five dollars!"
The torn collar was suddenly tightened, suffocating the child, but he still insisted: "Strangle... me to death, anyway... I'm not worth much... Five dollars... Five dollars..."
The man in black looked in the direction his teammates were chasing, and he was not interested in making any more trouble. He took out the money and stuffed it directly into the child's collar without even looking at it carefully.
"He asked me to pick up something from his home tonight and then deliver it to Changyao Village. He didn't tell me who it was for. He just told me to wait in Changyao Village for two days and someone would come find me sooner or later. I don't know what's going on."
…
In the office of Captain Zhao in the county detective team, a subordinate was making a report: "He confessed everything and is willing to testify. This is the recorded confession."
Captain Zhao's face flushed red as he pulled the confession over and looked at it: "Great! We finally have a witness! I never thought he would do such a terrible thing!"
The subordinate asked tentatively: "Now... can we arrest him?"
"No, it's not safe to just rely on these old tricks. Send someone to keep the witness in custody right now. All food and drink must be prepared and delivered separately. No one can see him!"
Thinking of the fact that prisoners had been poisoned to death in the gendarmerie cells, Captain Zhao was afraid that the witness in his hand might be accidentally killed.
As soon as this subordinate walked out of the door, another one hurried in: "Something's wrong! It's definitely something! Captain, I... you have to send someone to me! I want to search his house, and it's best to arrest him now, because he could run away at any time!"
…
The motorcycle stopped on the street outside the hospital gate. Looking at the white figure of nurse Huizi getting closer and closer, the dog traitor threw away the cigarette butt in his hand.
"Any progress?" she asked.
"Why do you want to find an Eighth Route Army soldier?"
"I… don't know. I'm… curious. I haven't seen it."
"Then why do you think I helped you?"
She was stunned, not understanding why he asked that and not knowing how to answer.
"Ms. Huizi, I like you!"
Nurse Huizi thought she heard thunder, but the sky was blue and the dog traitor in front of her was serious and actually began to wait for an answer...