Chapter 9: Imprisoned

  Under the continuous and uninterrupted whipping of "pa pa pa", **'s upper body was already covered in blood, and Chuan Qi fainted again.

  The security guard, exhausted from flogging, tucked the whip into his waistband, pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one and put it in his mouth, bent down to retrieve a red-hot branding iron from the blazing fire, held it under his cheek to light the cigarette, and took several strong puffs. The fiery glow illuminated a rugged face - this security guard was undoubtedly a big thug.

  The scar-faced captain finished his cigarette, spat out the butt and picked up a bucket of water, pouring it forcefully over Chuanji. The water washed away the bloodstains on his body, bringing him back to consciousness with a sharp pain.

  The scar-faced police captain stepped forward, grabbed Chuanji's hair, and spun his head around like a child picking watermelon. He opened his wide mouth, which was inlaid with two gold teeth, and roared fiercely: "Speak! What kind of person are you? Why did you kill my brother?"

  Kawaki opened his bloodshot eyes, stared at the police chief for a moment, but then closed them again. The gaze was full of contempt and hostility, making the police chief unbearable, so he pulled out the red hot iron from the fire pit, ready to inflict even more cruel punishment on Kawaki.

  At this time, Kawaki's endurance had reached its limit. He kept thinking whether he should expose the fact that Mochizuki shot and killed a security guard with a flying dart or not.

  After running out of Moe's quadrangle, Kawaji was caught by the police chief and his men. Since he was caught by the Chinese security police, Kawaji's fluent Chinese came in handy to cover up his true identity.

  "What are you doing? How can you just grab people like this?" Kawara struggled constantly.

  "You murderer, run! Why aren't you running? You can run away from the monks, but can you run away from the temple?" The police captain slapped Qian Li with a loud slap.

  "Bang......" The word came out of his mouth, scaring the cavalry away. He hastily changed his words and said: "The Eighth Route Army treats prisoners of war well, why do you regular army beat people casually?"

  "You killed my brother, and I'll still treat you well? Treat you like a ball! The scar-faced police chief slapped Qian Li again, and after withdrawing his hand, he said: "You're daydreaming."

  "Unjust! I'm just an ordinary coal miner, how did I become a murderer?!" Chuanji thought of the Golden Cicada Shedding Its Shell.

  "An ordinary coal miner?" The scar-faced captain circled around him again and said, "You say you're a coal miner?"

  "Yes, yes." Kawari nodded and bowed his head.

  The squad leader patted Kawahime's hand and immediately gave him a slap on the ear, asking: "Where did the callus in your palm go?"

  The river rider couldn't justify himself and was taken away by the security guard as a suspect in killing the security guard, directly entering the interrogation procedure.

  When Kawaki was considering whether to betray Moe, in order to avoid suffering the cruel torture of the police chief, the other party unexpectedly returned the branding iron. His jumping heart gradually calmed down with gratitude.

  The fat-faced police chief was tired of the interrogation, so he beckoned to the two security guards outside the door. They immediately came in, untied Chuan Jia's ropes, and dragged him away like a dead dog, taking him to a foul-smelling siheyuan compound, where they threw him into the security police station's large prison cell.

  After the security guard locked the door, he didn't forget to open it again and searched Kawaji's pockets thoroughly. The two men found nothing, so one of them kicked Kawaji in the foot and took away his military ID card. This made Kawaji extremely anxious. If this were to happen, all his efforts to hold out during the interrogation would be for naught.

  "Officer, you can't take this away!" Chuan Qi struggled to get up from the grass, crawled to the security guard's feet with great effort, and begged while hugging his legs.

  "Hey, old man?" The security guard who was being held by the thigh by Chuan Qi patted his colleague's belly and laughed loudly: "He actually called me 'old man'!"

  "As long as Officer Wang returns it to me, I'll call him whatever he wants."

  "Really?" The security guard sneered.

  "Really!" Kawaki nodded and said.

  "Call me grandpa."

  "Grandpa."

  "Call out my ancestors."

  "Ancestors."

  "The dog is barking."

  Chuan Qi felt that this was really excessive and couldn't accept it, so he hesitated. But the security guard wouldn't let up, stubbornly asking: "Are you going to call or not? Are you going to call or not?"

  He was furious, but in order not to reveal his identity, he had to compromise and say: "My name is, my name is."

  "Shout!"

  "Woof."

  "Call out twice."

  "Woof woof."

  "Three calls."

  "Woof woof woof."

  "Not loud enough."

  "Woof! Woof! Woof!"

  "Not loud enough."

  The cavalry commander gave his all: "Charge!"

  "Not melodious enough."

  "Hope"

  "Not enough twists and turns."

  Hope

  "Not bad, not bad." The security guard patted Hei's head, then pulled out his officer ID and examined it for a moment before asking, "Is this thing important to you?"

  As the security guard carefully examined the military ID, Chuanji's heart was racing. Fortunately, the guard couldn't read and was so foolish that he couldn't even recognize the obvious markings on the ID, so Chuanji took advantage of the situation and lied: "This is a longevity plaque specially made for me by my mother."

  The security guard's face flashed a hint of displeasure, but he pretended to be nonchalant and said: "This longevity plaque is well-made, even your photo is on it."

  He nodded and said: "That's right, that's right."

  Security guard said: "Do you really want it back?"

  He Qian said: "This longevity plaque is especially important to me and of no use to Officer Wang."

  The security guard said: "I can return it to you, but I have a condition?"

  The river rider said: "Officer, please speak."

  The security guard moved his two legs apart in a "V" shape, pointed to his own crotch and said: "Go through Grandpa's place."

  The river knights suffered all the insults, and they had been holding a belly of fire for a long time. They could no longer tolerate it, and just as they were about to erupt, the security guard threw the military officer's ID card on the ground with his backhand.

  The hateful security guard left, and Chuan Qi lay down on the corn stalks, feeling extremely wronged. He stared at the spider crawling back and forth, his nose souring, and tears continuously flowing out.

  Kawa rode silently, staring at the spider web on the roof, as memories flashed through his mind, and when he reached the page about Mochizuki's residence, Shinjō Jun's blurry face popped up again.

  When the man on horseback escaped from Siheyuan after taking a life, he thought to himself that he had run into a ghost. As soon as he went out, he was caught by the security guard. From the moment he was caught, he thought about how to deal with this sudden change, and didn't even have the mind to consider Xinzhuang Chun's problem.

  Now, Kawaki has time to sort out these problems. Wasn't Shinjiro Naizou killed by himself? How did he appear in Momo's residence again? After Momo killed the security guard and ran away swiftly, with no witnesses around, how did the security guard catch up in the blink of an eye? Why did the police chief give up on interrogating himself so easily? Why didn't they search him before the trial? How could a security guard not recognize a Japanese military officer's ID?

  Tormented by these simple yet complicated questions, he stayed up all night.