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Chapter 1372 Past

"Open the door."

Two Japanese guards dragged the pastor into the camp, and some prisoners who were not tasked with road construction secretly looked outside through the cell windows.

"Friends, come and look, we have a new companion."

A white prisoner shouted to the next cell, which attracted more people to look, but they were immediately driven back by the guards' sticks.

The priest lowered his head, his legs dragging two long trails on the ground, but his peripheral vision was observing the layout of the camp.

In front of him were several rows of wooden houses. Each row of houses contained a varying number of cells, all of which were filled with prisoners.

Solitary cell, what a luxurious name. The pastor knew in his heart that they had indeed found the right place.

Except for high-value targets, there is no need to detain prisoners in ordinary POW camps and prisons, but it is different in human experiment bases.

An experimental base that contains various highly lethal bacteria and viruses requires better hygiene and living conditions to avoid large-scale infections.

After passing the cell block, the guards brought the pastor to an isolated warehouse. It looked ordinary from the outside, but after entering, it was discovered that there was something special inside.

In the center of the warehouse, a long corridor goes deep underground, and a cool breeze blows towards you from the corridor.

The pastor only had time to take a look before he was dragged in by the Japanese. The ground changed from sand and gravel to cement, and the exhaust fan above his head was buzzing.

On both sides of the corridor, the airlock doors were closed tightly, and dull banging sounds could be heard from behind the doors from time to time.

After walking a few dozen meters and turning the corner, a huge glass window appeared in front of the pastor.

On the other side of the glass window was a basement where several captives stood with numb expressions.

Suddenly, white mist emerged from the holes in the basement wall, and the mist quickly enveloped the entire room and the prisoners.

Perhaps to intimidate the priest, or perhaps out of bad taste, the two guards stopped and allowed the priest to observe.

When the fog cleared, even though the pastor was mentally prepared, the scene before him still made him tear up.

Several prisoners who were standing before had now fallen to the ground, struggling in pain, with their exposed skin completely ulcerated.

After a few minutes, the prisoners gradually stopped moving. Japanese soldiers wearing protective clothing entered the basement and carried the bodies out on a stretcher.

"Hahaha, these white maruta (logs) are so fragile." laughed a guard.

"Yes, white people have weaker willpower than the people of the Republic of China," another person agreed.

After the two men finished talking, they dragged the pastor forward again and finally came to a laboratory at the end of the corridor.

"Sir Okubo, guerrillas appeared near the highway. These are the prisoners we captured."

The guard reported to a man in a white coat who was observing the mice. His attitude was very respectful, or perhaps a little fearful.

But the Lord Okubo he mentioned turned a deaf ear to him and continued to bend over with his hands behind his back, looking at the glass mouse cage.

After waiting for a while, the guard was about to open his mouth to remind them, but Okubo turned his back to the three of them and said the following words in a relaxed tone.

“The best climate conditions for the reproduction of rat lice are 22 degrees Celsius and 76 percent humidity, and Malaya meets these conditions, especially the jungle below our feet.”

"With the right temperature, if we want to get rat lice, the first thing to do is to raise mice, and then wait until the right time to inject them with plague bacteria."

"The mice will get sick and develop rat lice, which will feed on the dead host. At this point, we separate the rat lice and feed them on blood, which we collect every three to four months."

The gentle voice echoed in the room, but the two guards were too scared to look up, because the experimental subjects could be mice or humans.

Okubo stood up and turned to face the three pastors. This gentlemanly-looking man asked a question: "Do you know how many rat lice each white mouse can produce?"

"Nani. Ten?"

The guard was puzzled, but still guessed a number for fear of angering the other party.

Okubo shook his head, looking back and forth at the priest, as if calculating something, and then gave an answer.

"Every 400 kilograms of mice can produce 10 kilograms of rat lice, enough to contaminate a large area of ​​land, causing the deaths of millions of people, or even destroying a country."

When it comes to the word "country", Okubo's face becomes enthusiastic. He starts from the Black Death and goes all the way to how the Spaniards brought smallpox to South America and destroyed the Aztec Empire.

He expressed his excitement by gesticulating with his hands, but the other researchers around him turned a deaf ear to him, as if they were used to it.

The pastor's face turned pale. This was a madman, a madman with no bottom line.

The speech lasted for ten minutes before it ended. Okubo's true intentions were revealed and he looked over with a smile.

"Reverend, could you please tell me your identity now?"

"I have studied in Germany and have confessed to the Lord. As a courtesy, I will allow you to enjoy some privileges after your confession, such as not having to come into contact with rat lice. How do you do that?"

The pastor stammered twice, a hint of fear appeared on his face, and he spoke hesitantly.

"I'm Da Jun. We're short of supplies. I heard that your people were around, so I came to attack."

Upon hearing this, the guards in charge of the escort approached Okubo and said that they had seized several spears.

This proves that the Da army is indeed short of weapons and supplies, otherwise the enemy would not attack the construction site with cold weapons. Okubo frowned, looked at the pastor thoughtfully, and soon made a decision.

He walked step by step to the pastor, but stood there without saying a word. Just as the guard was puzzled, Okubo raised his hand, picked up a syringe, pierced the pastor's arm and pressed the handle.

The two guards held the priest down tightly, and the black potion flowed into his body through the syringe.

Okubo threw away the syringe and, while wiping his hands, explained the origin of the potion.

"This is an extract of the curare tree in Ipoh. It is said to kill the throat instantly. As to whether it is true, I will have to rely on the pastor to verify it for me, Aligato."

He thanked him hypocritically and nodded to the guard: "Take him to the observation room. By the way, have the guest's body and belongings been checked?"

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"吆西."

After saying this, Okubo no longer cared about the pastor who was holding his heart with a look of pain on his face, and started to busy himself with his own things.

The curare tree contains cardiac glycoside toxins, which will directly affect heart function after entering the human body, leading to arrhythmia and heart failure.

From the laboratory to the observation room, it took less than two minutes for the poison to cause fatal damage to the priest.

First, there is severe pain and burning sensation at the pinhole, followed by dizziness, headache, muscle twitching, cramps, and rapid deterioration of vision until the person completely loses the sense of light.

Lying on the cold ground, the pastor repeated the prayer over and over in his mind.

【Merciful Heavenly Father, we thank you for creating this beautiful world and giving us life and hope. Please give us wisdom and strength and guide us on the right path, Amen.】

A belief supported the pastor. He couldn't just die in vain. He absolutely couldn't -

Around the Japanese camp, Gui Youguang packed a set of rubber protective clothing and a gas mask into his backpack.

Watching his actions, Margaret was hesitant to speak. After much hesitation, she finally persuaded Gui Youguang not to carry out the mission personally.

According to the plan proposed by the pastor, someone needs to infiltrate the area outside the camp, which is very dangerous.

In response to Margaret's kindness, Gui Youguang buried his head in organizing his equipment and replied casually.

"We have a discipline. We don't say things that shouldn't be said. I can only tell you that I have carried out similar missions many times. Don't worry."

He tightened the straps, put on the backpack and jumped on the spot to make sure everything was okay, then sat down on the ground again.

"Can you tell me the pastor's story?" Gui Youguang asked Margaret.

Through the communication and observation over the past few days, he was convinced that the pastor was the real leader of the Da army. The other party's courage and wisdom made him, an old intelligence, very impressed.

Margaret turned her gaze toward the camp, also sat down, and softly recounted the pastor's experience.

"No one knows the pastor's name, and no one knows what he did in the past. Everyone only knows that he is a good man and knows some medical skills."

"Ten years ago, pastors came to small towns near Johor Bahru to preach and heal the indigenous people."

"The natives trusted him very much and regarded him as a wise man worthy of respect. They often sent orphans from the village to the church for him to raise them."

Margaret's voice gradually became ethereal. Gui Youguang listened carefully without interrupting her story.

"Over the years, the pastor has raised more than 50 children, including Chinese and Malayan locals. This matter was reported in Temasek's newspaper, and even Mr. Chen donated a lot of money."

"If nothing unexpected happens, the children should grow up, form families, get married and have children."

"But, the Japanese are coming!"

As bloody memories continued to flood back, Margaret's voice trembled slightly, and her expression once again revealed deep hatred.

“The Japanese locked the children in the church and threw a firebomb inside.”

"When the pastor who was out treating the patient rushed back, the whole church was already a sea of ​​fire. He rushed in like a madman and was almost burned to death."

“Since then, the pastor has become the most determined fighter of the Da Army.”

"As you said, he has nothing but hatred."

Gui Youguang felt sad after hearing this, but he quickly regained his composure. After checking the time and the sky, he stood up and prepared to leave.

It was the rainy season in Malaya at this time, and the rain was intermittent. The sky would clear up for a moment, and then it would start to drizzle again.

Margaret took two steps and stopped half a meter away from Gui Youguang. She solemnly said "take care" with a slightly embarrassed expression.

Gui Youguang nodded. He originally wanted to say that they would talk again when he came back, but then he remembered that his co-pilot had said that it was best not to do so before carrying out a dangerous mission, so he closed his mouth when the words came to his lips.

Dispelling his messy thoughts, Gui Youguang strode away and entered the deep jungle.

In the observation room of the Japanese camp, the unconscious pastor suddenly opened his eyelids and his red eyeballs moved.

Outside the door, the guard walked lazily, completely unaware that the target had woken up, and continued patrolling along the corridor.

After a long time, the pastor climbed to the corner with difficulty and leaned against the wall. He smiled at himself, not expecting that after so many years, he would use the skills he learned in the gold mine again.

The difference is that before he did it for money, but this time, it’s for revenge!

①Malaysian place name, capital of Perak state