The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

The coldness in Jiangnan is a coldness that can be etched into your 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 to go!"

Outside the door, Huang's father pushed in and looked at his daughter leaning against the window, holding her belly with both hands in a daze, and reminded her in a low voice.

Huang Yaqin, who had a thin face, nodded slightly, 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 me back!"

"The East Is Red" that the customs bell tower rang on time reached the ears of the father and daughter at the door of the hospital. For a moment, Huang Yaqin thought he was in the capital.

Only when I looked carefully did I realize it.

In the wind and rain, the rows of high-rise buildings on the Bund side of the road 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 sedan with a bright red flag hanging on the front.

There was also a military green jeep in front. The scene was very solemn. To an uninformed person, one might have thought it was here to pick 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. [-] 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.

Big raindrops slid down the green steel 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 weapons. As drops of rain fell on his shoulders, the clothes on his body gradually became wet.

No one said a word, and no one complained. They were like statues, looking at everyone outside expressionlessly.

"Drip, drop~!"

In the distance, the sound of vehicle horns was heard, and the mandala on the road seemed to have encountered a strong wind, swaying left and right and then gave way to the road on the street.

The jeep with the license plate of the security area "cut through the thorns" to open the road ahead, and the red flag behind it still followed behind at a leisurely speed.

"Crack, click~!"

The flash lights were on frequently, and the crowds crowded together had no time to care about the yelling after being squeezed. They were all busy taking pictures and leaving first-hand information.

The wooden horse 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 jet-black leather shoes were the first to hit 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 in the elephant uniform. He was completely different from the person they expected.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 an umbrella for him.

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 and whispered to his companion who was holding an umbrella for him.

The man holding an umbrella looked a bit like Chi Xiang. He recognized the clothes, but he didn't know how the person represented by the clothes could be 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 said in a joking tone: "Maybe we haven't become friends yet, but I feel lucky to be able to shoot at the door. I didn't see Yingying and the others, not even at the door. Location!"

No matter what language the people present were talking about, the horse was closed again, with no intention of letting these people on the road in.

……

Inside the 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 straw on his mouth and shrank to the wall, staring intently with his light blue eyes. Look at these people who are 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 his head under his arms, thinking that he was going to return to the dark "bedroom" again.

The people who came in were not polite at all. One of them raised his chin, and the other two threw themselves on the bed. They pushed his arms back neatly and put the dazzling silver handcuffs on them easily.

"FU*K, be gentle, you're hurting my arm!"

The meaningless resistance made him feel uncomfortable. Mr. Vulture stood up honestly after seeing the consequences of not cooperating.

It wasn't until he saw a pair of heavy shackles that he let out an exclamation.

"Oh my god~!"

After the heavy shackles were tightened, the vulture's expression changed, and he tried to lift his legs. No surprise, he was restrained by the chain connected in the middle, and could 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.

"Bah, what are you looking at!"

It was different from when he was sent in. At that time, he only had handcuffs on his hands, but now he can be said to be fully dressed. In addition, his hair color was obviously different from ordinary people, which 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's still yelling here~!"

A group of advanced students who were proficient in accounting and finance pointed at Johnson, who was dragging him to death, and continued to talk about it even after he had gone 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 held. Then a black cloth covered his head, and his vision became dark.

He remembered the signboard next to the big iron gate, with its black characters on a white background.

"Shanghai Tilan Bridge!" (End of this chapter)