Chapter 988 explanation (asking for monthly votes)

Ye Xiaoqing was leaning on the sofa, holding a book in her hands, titled "British Poets Reciting Bianyan Language", which was co-translated by the translation wizards Lin Shu and Wei Yi.

 The living room is very beautiful. There is a huge bookcase against the wall. There are many exquisitely framed books in the bookcase. This bookcase was requested by Ye Xiaoqing. She likes to read.

 Wonderful Western oil paintings hang on the walls.

 There is a Western classical plaster sculpture on the table, which is a bare-butt David.

There was movement upstairs. Ye Xiaoqing put down the book and saw her husband coming downstairs neatly dressed.

“I cooked crab porridge.” Ye Xiaoqing stood up and asked, “Eat more.”

"I won't eat anymore." Li Cuiqun raised his wrist to check the time on his watch, shook his head and said, "I have a lot of lawsuits waiting to be dealt with."

"I want to eat." Ye Xiaoqing said, his tone was very soft, but it seemed to have undoubted power, "I put **** and pepper to make you sweat."

Li Cuiqun put down the briefcase he had already received and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Okay, okay, eat, I will eat. Qingmei has to say what you say, and you must obey."

Ye Xiaoqing chuckled and ordered the maid to bring a bowl of porridge that had been warming on the stove.

　　Although there was a lot of work that he had to rush to Jisi Feier Road to deal with, since he promised his wife to eat porridge, Li Cuiqun was not in a hurry.

He couldn't eat the porridge very quickly. He had to blow on it for a while and touch it with his lips to make sure it wasn't hot before putting it in his mouth.

 …

"What happened yesterday made a big fuss?" Ye Xiaoqing poured a glass of water and put it on the table and asked, "I heard that Gui Yijun died at the hands of the Japanese?"

"Not only Gui Yigen, but also the eleven men he led are all dead." Li Cuiqun took a mouthful of porridge, paused, and said, "The special high school class moved his hand."

"You're so cruel?" Ye Xiaoqing exclaimed, "It was just an accident..."

 She looked at her husband, "How are the Japanese going to explain this matter?"

"An explanation?" Li Cuiqun stopped stirring the spoon and snorted coldly, "Araki Harima asked the secret service headquarters why he attacked the Special High School and asked us to give him an explanation!"

“Do you want us to give an explanation to the people who killed us?” Ye Xiaoqing exclaimed.

Li Cuiqun sneered, "That's right, that's how domineering Japanese people are."

Ye Xiaoqing frowned and thought, and suddenly asked her husband, "What are the reasons for the Japanese?"

Looking at Li Cuiqun's surprised look at her, Ye Xiaoqing said, "The aggressive attitude of the Japanese is very consistent with their style. Generally speaking, the dead party is naturally sympathized with, and the Japanese also know this, so They deliberately use such a tough attitude, the tougher the attitude, to show that they are right and our people deserve to die!"

Li Cuiqun showed admiration and nodded towards his wife, "Qingmei is indeed my daughter Zhuge."

He said in a deep voice, "Just as Qingmei expected, Araki Harima accused Gui Yijin of leading a team to attack the Super High School stronghold, which not only caused casualties to the Super High Class, but also revealed a secret of the Super High Class .”

 Speaking of this, Li Cuiqun also felt itchy with hatred.

The scene from yesterday appeared uncontrollably in his mind. Araki Harima’s attitude was too arrogant and could be said to be too deceptive:

 Gui Yimeng and others deserve to die.

The Secret Service Headquarters needs to give the Special High School an explanation!

 Or to be precise, the Japanese wanted to investigate why Gui Yijin led people to attack the stronghold of the Super High School. Was it an unintentional act, or did it have another agenda? !

Li Cuiqun and Dingmutun were so angry that they had a quarrel with Araki Harima. In the end, the lawsuit was brought against Qingshui Dongsan.

It was Shimizu Tozo who personally communicated with Sanbonjiro over the phone. The Special High School took a step back and no longer strongly demanded that the Secret Service Headquarters be held accountable for the attack on the Special High School. However, they asked the Secret Service Headquarters to conduct a self-investigation on the matter. If it was indeed verified, If there is a problem in Guiyigen, it is not too late for the Special High School to intervene.

 …

"More than a dozen lives." Li Cuiqun said coldly, "The impact of this incident is very bad, and everyone will inevitably die in grief."

“What’s Dingmu Tun’s opinion?” Ye Xiaoqing asked.

"He?" Li Cuiqun frowned and thought, "He is going to visit Sanbonjiro in person today to discuss the matter, 'making sure that this matter does not affect the friendship between the secret service headquarters and the Japanese people.'"

As he said that, Li Cuiqun shook his head, "Dingmu Tun is also very difficult to do."

Ding Mutun is the director of the secret service headquarters. He wants to seek justice for his subordinates who were killed by the Japanese, but he cannot do so.

 “Sit tight.” Ye Xiaoqing picked up the water glass and handed it to her husband.

"Sit tight..." Li Cuiqun took the water glass and took a sip, thoughtfully.

“It is confirmed that Gui Yijin and others accidentally broke through the secrets of the Special High School, and their guns went off and injured people, which caused subsequent misunderstandings.” Ye Xiaoqing said softly, “The Japanese had to kill them.”

As she spoke, she chuckled, "Many people have no choice but to take up the Japanese job. Do we really have to risk our lives to seek justice for the dead?"

Ye Xiaoqing smoothly pulled over her husband's unfinished bowl of crab porridge. He didn't dislike it and naturally picked up the spoon and ate it. "We just want an excuse, an excuse that can convince ourselves to psychologically pass this test." That’s all.”

"Gui Yigen was unlucky. Things happened in a hurry, and the Japanese accidentally killed them." Li Cuiqun picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth. "What a trick of fate. A misunderstanding cost more than a dozen lives. It's so sad."

“Brother Qun had better send such a report to the Japanese before Dingmu Village.” Ye Xiaoqing thought.

Li Cuiqun nodded slightly and smiled, "Forget it, even though Gui Yijin and others died in vain, I will try my best to offend the Japanese and help their families get some compensation."

“I can’t eat any more,” Ye Xiaoqing said coquettishly as she handed the crab porridge bowl to her husband. There were still a few mouthfuls left in the bowl.

　　"I eat, I eat." The gloom in his heart was gone. Li Cuiqun had a great appetite. After finishing a few bites, he handed the empty bowl to Ye Xiaoqing, "Qingmei, is there anything else?"

 …

“There’s more, you eat.” Tong Tingting put down her small porcelain bowl and pointed at the meat porridge in Feng Xiaoke’s bowl.

“I, I have no money.” Feng Xiaoke swallowed.

"No money." Tong Tingting said, her little head tilted, thinking about the words of persuasion, "Yesterday, fat aunt took you to take a bath and changed your clothes. She didn't take any money."

Hearing what Tong Tingting said, Feng Xiaoke subconsciously looked at the new clothes on his body and seemed to be even more scared.

"You saved Tingting, now we should take care of you, feed and clothe you." Tong Xueyong put a basket of steamed buns on the table and said with a smile, "Don't believe it? Shopkeeper Shan is still helping us, and he is also Please ask me to take care of you for the time being."

“The shopkeeper is still alive?” Feng Xiaoke blurted out.

Tong Xueyong took a deep look at Feng Xiaoke and said, "Of course he is alive, just doing carpentry work."

"And—" He touched Feng Xiaoke's head, "I didn't dare to ask that question just now. People who don't know would think that your shopkeeper is some kind of gangster."

Feng Xiaoke's face changed immediately. He quickly lowered his head and pretended to drink porridge, and made a vague response in his mouth.

 …

 Cheng Qianfan groaned vaguely.

He was lying on the sofa in the deputy chief inspector's office, and Lao Huang was changing the dressing on the wound on his back in the name of loosening the bones and massaging Vice Chief Cheng's bones.

“The recovery is not bad.” Lao Huang said, “However, scars are definitely left, and there needs to be a reasonable explanation.”

 He helped Cheng Qianfan re-bandage the wound with gauze and tape. “Put on the police uniform outside, it should be able to cover it up.”

"I already have a plan about this scar, and I can just execute it as the opportunity arises." Cheng Qianfan said, "There's nothing unusual on the old road, right?"

"No." Lao Huang shook his head, "Lao Lu is very vigilant, and he does have stomach problems."

 Cheng Qianfan called the medical room last night and informed Lao Huang in code words, asking the French Concession Special Party Branch to immediately cut off contact with comrade "Charterer".

Or, to put it more directly, it requires Lao Huang and Lu Dazhang to temporarily cut off contact with the Zou Clinic—

Comrade ‘Harmonium’ and ‘Abacus’ did not know Comrade ‘Charterer’.

 “Is the situation so urgent?” Lao Huang asked.

“It’s better to be careful.” Cheng Qianfan got up from the sofa, put on his white shirt, buttoned it up, and put on his senior police officer’s uniform jacket. “One lucky break is enough to lead to a fatal disaster.”

 …

Li Cuiqun sat in the back seat and looked outside the car, watching the people coming and going and the scenes on both sides of the road.

 The car passed by the entrance of Fangyun Daily Grocery Store.

“The shopkeeper of the grocery store died suddenly, has anything been found?” Li Cuiqun asked.

“After investigation, it was found that the brother in charge of the torture was illiterate in foreign languages, made a mistake in the foreign code, and mistook the maximum amount of electricity for the minimum amount of electricity.” Hu Sishui reported.

 “Blind flow! Stupid!” Li Cuiqun snorted coldly.

 “Is there a problem with that single shopkeeper?” he asked.

"The person is dead, and all clues are gone now." Hu Sishui replied, "At present, there is no conclusive evidence that there is something wrong with this person."

 After a pause, he added, “There is no conclusive evidence that this person is okay.”

“Hmm.” Li Cuiqun nodded, and the car turned into the gate of No. 76. The armed guards immediately saluted.

 “Where is that little guy?” Li Cuiqun asked suddenly.

"Young man? You should still be at Tong Xueyong's place." Hu Sishui chuckled, "This Tong Xueyong knows how to repay his kindness and is not afraid of getting into trouble. It's quite interesting."

 …

 “Deputy Director Li!”

 “Deputy Director Li!”

 The agents along the way stopped to salute Li Cuiqun.

Li Cuiqun nodded slightly. Under the protection of Hu Sishui, he lowered his head slightly and walked under the plaque that read, "The world is public." He then passed through the guard box with a heavy machine gun and entered the office building.

 Ten minutes later, Li Cuiqun put down the document in his hand.

This is the investigation report submitted by Dong Zhengguo on the fact that Shan Fangyun was not tortured but died violently.

Li Cuiqun frowned and fell into thought.

He paced with his hands behind his back and came to the window sill. He happened to see Tong Xueyong walking to work. The man smiled and nodded with the sentry. He happened to meet a brother who was going to go out to work, and he also politely gave way to him.

Li Cuiqun’s brows furrowed even more.

 …

 There was a knock on the door of the deputy inspector general's office.

Ma Yishou came in carrying a net bag of gifts.

"Master, what brought you here?" Cheng Qianfan put down the snuff bottle in his hand and hurried to greet him, "He's here right now, why are you bringing anything with you?"

As he spoke, he had already taken the net bag and put it away.

"It's not for you." Ma Yishou glared at Cheng Qianfan, obviously very satisfied and happy with the tone of 'Mr. Little Sesame’s.”

“Then I’ll thank my grandma for Xiaozhima.” Cheng Qianfan said with a smile.

Things are not rare. There is a special room in Cheng's house to store Xiaozhi and Xiaobao's rations. Milk powder from Citi, France, and England are all available. As for biscuits, snacks, preserved fruits, candies and other snacks, A big box was piled high.

 …

 In Huang Xiaolan’s memory, she could no longer remember the last time she had a full stomach.

She now tries every means to fill her stomach every day, not just for herself, but in order to have milk and fill her little victory.

“You’ll get heartburn if you eat too much of this stuff.” A female nurse looked at the boiled sweet potato in her hand and frowned as she ate it. “If you don’t eat it, you’ll feel hungry.”

The Japanese invaders have tightened the blockade of the base area. These sweet potatoes were specially approved by the boss, who demanded that all efforts be made to ensure the hospital's patients, doctors, and nurses' rations. The order was strict - at all costs, no more doctors or nurses will faint from hunger!

“Deputy Company Commander He…the body is not seen…what should I do if I leave Nurse Huang and Xiao Shengli behind?”

 “Damn little devil.”

 Huang Xiaolan put Little Shengli to sleep, put it down gently, and asked her colleagues to help take care of it. She was about to go out when she heard someone talking outside.

"Shut up, the boss said, I have to hide this from Nurse Huang for the time being."

There was a squeak.

 The door is open.

The New Fourth Army soldier who was talking outside looked up and saw the pale Huang Xiaolan.

“Director Leng, what did you just say?” Huang Xiaolan gasped and asked through gritted teeth.

 Director Leng was stunned and didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.

“Director Leng, tell me.” Huang Xiaolan bit her withered lips, “Whose family member am I? I want to know how he is doing now.”

“Nurse Huang.” Officer Leng said, “My condolences, Deputy Company Commander He, he, he may have died.”

 After speaking, Director Leng did not dare to look into Huang Xiaolan’s eyes.

 …

 The mountain wind is blowing.

　　The blown window made the broken window paper make a whirring sound.

Huang Xiaolan seemed to hear that He Guan set off with the troops that day. In the wind and snow, He Guan picked up the little Shengli and made the child cry. He didn't take it seriously and was still happy. He said, "This cry is so real." "Jin, daddy is going to kill the Japanese."

This voice is so distant and misty, yet it seems to be right next to my ears.

  Huang Xiaolan staggered and almost fell.

 Director Leng was startled and was about to step forward to help him.

Huang Xiaolan stared at the comrade who brought the news of her husband's death. She suddenly grinned and smiled, "Director Leng, this kind of thing is not a joke."

 Granny Leng didn’t speak, and he didn’t dare to speak, like a child who had done something wrong.

 Huang Xiaolan suddenly became emotional. The woman first shouted softly, "The Japanese haven't beaten them away yet, how can he die!"

 Then the voice got louder and louder, "The Japanese haven't been beaten away yet. He said that he would return to Shanghai together with the Japanese after they were beaten away. He said..."

When his mother's screams startled the children in the house, He Shengli burst into tears, first a whoop, and then cried hoarsely.

"Sister Huang, little victory." The female nurse in the room came out holding little victory.

Huang Xiaolan suddenly turned her head and looked over. Her eyes were red and her eyes were fixed on the crying child. She snatched the child from her colleague and held it tightly in her arms.

 Her cheek was pressed against He Shengli, and her tears fell on the child's little face, and the child was crying.

Huang Xiaolan whispered, "Shengli, what do you call Shengli?"

In the memories of many people at the field hospital in the Maoshan New Fourth Army Anti-Japanese Base Area, on this day, the beautiful and pale nurse Huang Xiaolan leaned against the corner with her child in her arms and called her daughter's name "Victory" over and over again.

 …

 Zou Clinic.

Fang Jinghua held a cloth bag in his right hand, and was followed by his young apprentice Que Wen. Que Wen had a medicine box on his shoulder, and the two of them stood at the door.

Fang Jinghua took out his pocket watch and checked the time, and said, "It's too late, Que Wen, please lock the door quickly."

Que Wen stepped forward and locked the door. While they were greeting the neighbors, they came to the entrance of the alley and waved to call a rickshaw.

Fang Jinghua got into the car and Que Wen followed the rickshaw.

Er Tiao, who was monitoring Zou's Clinic, saw all this. He stared at the two people's retreating backs, showing a thoughtful expression, and subconsciously flicked the ashes of his cigarette.

It is not uncommon for Dr. Zou to go out with his young apprentice Que Wen, carrying a medicine box. Dr. Zou does not object to visiting the doctor, as long as the consultation fee is sufficient.

However, for the sake of safety, Ertiao decided to go and find out in person.

Soon, Er Tiao learned from the neighbor who had just spoken to Dr. Zou that the child of a wealthy businessman in Nanshi was sick, and he invited Dr. Zou to come to the house for consultation.

 After the second jump, he no longer doubted anything. Doctor Zou is best at treating children, so there was nothing unusual about this matter.

 …

　　No. 22, Xue Huali Road.

 The Central Patrol Room of the French Concession.

Cheng Qianfan was having tea and chatting with Ma Yishou when Lu Jiu knocked on the door to report on his work.

"Brother Fan, the notice has been out for two days, and we haven't been able to find out the whereabouts of Tu Helin yet." Lu Jiufan said.

 “No one came to report?” Cheng Qianfan threw a cigarette to Lu Jiu and asked.

"Yes, there is, but it is not true after verification. This is the prosecution fee for the audacious greed..." Lu Jiufan said. Seeing Brother Fan's face darken, he knew that Brother Fan hated someone who cheated him of money, so he hurriedly He added, "That little bastard's leg has been broken as a warning to others."

As he spoke, he smiled bitterly, "However, after doing this, Commander Tu is probably so good at hiding that no one knows where he is hiding, not even the little **** who swindled money."

"What kind of commander-in-chief is he?" Cheng Qianfan snorted coldly, "Taisui is making trouble! Sooner or later, he will skin him and throw him into the river to feed the fish."

Ma Yishou listened and understood, "Is this the commander who dared to touch Qianfan's goods?"

“It’s just an old loach that will be crushed to death sooner or later.” Cheng Qianfan sneered.

At this moment, Datou came in and reported, "Brother Fan, someone is coming from outside and says he has seen Commander Tu."

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