The cold in Jiangnan is a cold that can be etched into the bones.
The water molecules in the air are so thick that just one breath can turn your warm heart into ice-cold in an instant. .
The garden in the middle of Jinrui Hospital seemed to be covered with a light layer of mist, and the old building took on a new look after being washed away by the drizzle.
"It's almost time, it's time to go"
Outside the door, Huang's father pushed in and looked at his daughter leaning on the window, holding her belly with both hands in a daze, and whispered a reminder. road.
The thin-faced Huang Yaqin nodded gently, stood up with difficulty, and walked towards the door.
Just before closing the door, she ran back again, kissed her husband on the forehead, and whispered in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them.
"Wait for me to come back"
The Dongfanghong bell that rang on time from the customs bell tower reached the ears of the father and daughter at the door of the hospital. For a moment, Huang Yaqin thought that he was... Located in the capital city.
It was only when I looked carefully that I discovered it.
In the wind and rain, the rows of high-rise buildings on the Bund at the end of the road towered in the city's skyline, standing silently like giants. After all, they were not the familiar ancient capital.
The car specially used to receive the father and daughter this time was different from the past. It was a brand-new Hongqi car with a bright red flag hanging on the front.
In front, there is a military green jeep. The scene is very solemn. To an uninformed person, one might think that it is picking up someone important.
As the car door closed, Huang Yaqin straightened her body. This time, although her husband fell, the sword in her hand was still intact.
The vehicle moved forward slowly, and outside the car window, the streets and alleys were filled with light rain and fog. As the wheels rolled, history slowly moved forward moment by moment.
No. 1 Jiangwan Road, outside the cordon of the Shanghai Military Court.
Looking down from the sky, black umbrellas crowded on the road, like blooming mandala flowers, were already crowded with countless pedestrians, as well as domestic and foreign reporters.
It can be seen that this trial is public.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier.
Big raindrops slid down the green helmets on the heads of the soldiers.
Guards in yellow-green uniforms were scattered around the gate, each one standing in the drizzle with loaded guns, and as drops of rain fell on their shoulders, the clothes on their bodies gradually became wet.
No one said a word, and no one had any complaints. They were like statues, looking at everyone outside expressionlessly.
"Beep, beep"
In the distance, the sound of vehicle horns was heard. The mandala on the road seemed to have encountered a strong wind, swaying left and right and then gave way. On the street.
The jeep with the license plate of the security area "braced the road" ahead, and the red flag behind it still followed behind at a leisurely speed.
"Click, click"
The flashes came on frequently, and the crowded crowd had no time to care about yelling and cursing after being squeezed. They were all busy taking pictures and leaving first-hand information.
The wooden Juma had been moved away after hearing the honking of the vehicle, and the vehicle, one green and one black, came to the courtyard unimpeded.
As the car behind slowly stopped, the "clicking" sound on the street outside became more frequent, and a camera even squeezed into every gap in the black iron fence beside the wall.
"Hey"
The dark leather shoes first landed on the rain-splashed ground, followed by a pair of green trousers.
As the visitor got out of the car, all the reporters present raised their eyes from the viewfinder and stared at the middle-aged man wearing an elephant uniform. He looked exactly like what they expected. People, why are they completely different.
After getting out of the car, Dalvi looked around, turning a blind eye to the flash of the camera. He adjusted the characteristic green round hat on his head and nodded kindly to the staff who came to hold him an umbrella.
As his brand new leather shoes stepped onto the stairs, Dalvi took the lead in entering this solemn building.
"George, who is he and why is he here?"
The photographer who took a few photos carefully wiped the water stains in front of the lens, then tilted his head. He asked in a low voice towards his companion who was holding an umbrella for him.
The person holding the umbrella on one side looked a bit like Chi Xiang. He recognized the clothes, but he didn't know how the person represented by the clothes appeared here.
“No, I don’t know, why don’t you let us in? Damn it, what can we see outside?”
The person in charge of shooting shrugged his shoulders and joked He said in a tone of voice, "Maybe we haven't become friends yet, but I feel lucky to be able to shoot at the door. I didn't see Ying Ying and the others, and they didn't even have a place at the door."
No matter what people present used There was a lot of chatter in various languages, and the horses were closed again, with no intention of letting these people on the road in.
In an iron room.
The vulture, with his hands behind his head, didn't know what was waiting for him today. He was crossing his legs and staring at the ceiling with a straw in his mouth. He didn't know what he was thinking.
The guard outside the iron gate stood meticulously by the wall, silently looking at the man inside.
"Crash"
The iron door suddenly opened, and staff members wearing green ponchos came in one after another. Captain Steve Johnson, who had been relaxing on the bed just now, immediately spat out the bit on his mouth. Straw shrank to the wall, his light blue eyes staring at the people who were opening the door.
"What are you going to do? I won't go back. I've had enough of that place."
Seeing the menace of the people who came in, the vulture curled up and buried its head in the I felt like I was going back to the dark "bedroom" again.
Come inThe men were not polite at all. One of them raised his chin, and the two of them threw themselves on the bed, pushed his arms back neatly, and put the dazzling silver handcuffs on them easily.
"Fuk, be gentle, you're hurting my arm."
The meaningless resistance made me feel uncomfortable. When I saw Mr. Vulture's consequences for not cooperating, the old man He stood up honestly.
Until I saw a pair of heavy shackles, I let out an exclamation.
"Oh, my God"
After the thick shackles were fastened, the vulture's expression changed, and he tried to lift his legs. No surprise, he was hit by the chain connected in the middle. He is restrained and can only move a small step at a time.
No one talked to him, even if they were talking to themselves and blushing, these people were like machines, leading him out of the prison doors one after another.
"Bah, what are you looking at?"
It was different from when I was sent in. At that time, I just had handcuffs on my hands. Now I can say that I am fully equipped, and I am obviously different from ordinary people. His hair color particularly attracted the attention of other "students" here.
"Hey, isn't this the stupid foreigner from last time? Hey, even the shackles are used and he is still yelling here."
A group of advanced students who are proficient in accounting and finance are dragging Johnson, who was pointing like a dead pig, continued to talk until he was far away.
As the big iron door slowly closed, Steve Johnson, who was sitting in the middle of the back seat of the car, could clearly see where he was being imprisoned. Then a black cloth covered his head, and his vision was dark.
He remembered the signboard next to the big iron gate with black characters on a white background.
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