The servant Xiaoyu collected the cups, plates, bowls and chopsticks on the dining table and placed them one by one on the tray. With a clang, the bottom glass fell to the ground, and the cups, plates, bowls and chopsticks lost their support and were scattered on the dining table.
Qi Yue looked up.
Xiaoyu squatted on the ground to collect the broken glass.
Hearing the noise, Dujuan stepped in.
Xiaoyu stood up and said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, miss, I..."
Du Juan said warmly: "It's okay, it's just a cup. Be careful not to cut your hand."
Xiaoyu lowered her head: "I will definitely pay attention next time."
Du Juan smiled and said: "Whatever you are nervous about, I said it's okay. Go and do your work."
Watching Xiaoyu carrying the tray out of the living room, Qi Yue looked thoughtful.
Dujuan sat down: "What are you thinking about?"
"Where did you find this servant of yours?"
Qi Yue asked.
Dujuan said: "I was introduced by a friend. What's the matter?"
Qi Yue said: "Looking at the accent, she is not a local, right?"
Du Juan smiled and said, "Speaking of which, she can be considered half of your fellow villager."
"Half a fellow countryman?"
"She is from Zhuozhou."
Qi Yue said: "In terms of accent, Zhuozhou and Peiping are indeed quite similar..."
Du Juan said: "She and her parents have been doing small business in Peking. They have similar accents and have lived in Peking, so you are half fellow villagers."
Qi Yue asked: "Then why did you come to Binjiang?"
Du Juan said: "Her parents unfortunately died in the Japanese bombing during the Marco Polo Bridge Incident. That year, Xiaoyu was only 13 years old. She had no relatives in Peiping and was desperate. She had to follow a few fellow villagers and fled to Binjiang to beg for food. She was young and could not do anything else. If you don’t come, you can only be a servant.”
"It's not easy to leave your hometown at a young age. In the final analysis, it's all an unreasonable disaster caused by the war..."
Qi Yue said with emotion.
Du Juan said: "Nowadays, there are too many such things to count, and there is nothing we can do about it."
"Why doesn't she go back to Zhuozhou? Her parents are gone, but there are still relatives and friends in her hometown."
Qi Yue browsed the newspaper casually.
Du Juan said: "She was told that Zhuozhou was also occupied by the Japanese. The Japanese soldiers did all kinds of bad things, killing men and setting fires, robbing men and dominating women. She was a child and had no idea at first. She was scared to death. I heard that There was no war in the Northeast, so I followed my fellow villagers to Binjiang in a daze."
Qi Yue sighed: "It's so pitiful..."
Du Juan said: "This is also the main reason why I hired her. Otherwise, I should have found someone older and stronger who would be more suitable."
Qi Yue said: "How is her work?"
Du Juan said: "I'm very serious, but a little slow."
Qi Yue looked around: "The house is quite clean and tidy..."
Du Juan said: "This is when Xiaoyu was not at home, so I tidied it up myself."
Qi Yue laughed dumbly: "Instead of doing this, let's just find another servant."
Du Juan said: "Xiaoyu is so pitiful. At least I don't have to suffer too much. Besides, what I need is not a servant, but a kind of identity cover. Xiaoyu is very good and an honest person."
"As an agent, you should avoid being emotional."
Qi Yue reminded.
Dujuan said: "Don't worry, I am sensible."
Qi Yue didn't say anything else, but he had doubts in his heart. Xiaoyu came to Binjiang when she was 13 years old. She had been a servant for at least three or four years. It is said that she has quite a lot of experience and should do things in an orderly manner.
But she had just put away the dishes, which seemed a bit clumsy. For example, the cup was small and should not be placed at the bottom. For a person who often does housework, this is common sense.
"At the beginning, if it wasn't for Station Commander Qiu's reminder, I wouldn't have thought of hiring anyone..."
Du Juan said.
…
the next day.
At five o'clock in the morning, the sky was overcast and cloudy, and a muffled thunder could be heard from deep within the clouds.
Two police trucks and a dozen cars rushed to the Dongsijiazi Cemetery.
Jiang Bin drove.
Ma Zhuang was sitting in the passenger seat.
Qi Yue leaned on the back seat of the car and dozed off.
Jiang Bin glanced at the rearview mirror: "Qi Yue, were you exhausted last night?"
Ma Zhuang was happily playing with the camera in his hand.
Qi Yue sat up, yawned, and turned to look out the window: "Where are you?"
Ma Zhuang said: "It will be there soon."
Jiang Bin smiled and said: "Ma Zhuang, did you see that our Vice Captain Qi is very good at interrupting?"
Qi Yue lit a cigarette: "Jiang Bin, I'm really curious."
Jiang Bin asked: "What are you curious about?"
Qi Yue said: "What kind of unbearable experience made a good young man who thinks he is noble become the kind of person he is today!"
At this time, the convoy arrived at its destination.
Jiang Bin stopped the car and turned off the engine, and said with a smile: "Tell me, what kind of virtue do I have?"
Qi Yue said: "Three sentences are inseparable from the issue of men and women. What are you talking about about virtue?"
"Men talk about women, and women talk about men. It is natural. If one day this kind of thing is considered taboo, it must be an evil era!"
Jiang Bin said seriously.
Qi Yue sneered: "There are so many nonsense principles."
"It's just nonsense...Hey, why are there so many people?"
Jiang Bin said in surprise.
Chinese people revere the dead, and almost no one comes to places like this. But it is different today. There is a group of people gathered at the entrance of the cemetery, including men, women, old and young, all with sad expressions on their faces. According to visual inspection, there are at least twenty or thirty people.
Behind them, there were several mule and donkey carts parked.
"Oh, these are the family members who collected the bodies of the prisoners."
Ma Zhuang explained.
Jiang Bin asked: "Why did they come early?"
According to past practice, the Secret Service Section executes prisoners and only notifies their families to collect the bodies afterwards.
Qi Yue opened the door and got out of the car.
Jiang Bin and Ma Zhuang also followed.
"This is what Section Chief Gao means. He said it was to avoid past mistakes and avoid future ones. I don't quite understand..."
Ma Zhuang explained as he walked.
Under the escort of heavily armed police, 19 anti-union prisoners entered the cemetery.
The waiting family members burst into tears.
"Back off, everyone back off!"
"If you take one more step forward, shoot and kill!"
"Back off! Do you hear me?"
The police who were maintaining order yelled loudly, rattled, and pulled bolts to reload.
Qi Yue walked quickly through them.
Amidst the rumble of thunder.
It started to rain lightly.
The "execution ground" was an open area that could be seen from the entrance to the cemetery. The tied-up Anti-Union prisoners were ordered to kneel on the ground, and those who resisted were hit with the butts of their rifles. They were forced to kneel even if they did not.
"Section Chief Gao has given an order for everyone in the Secret Service Division to eat meat and shoot one prisoner each!"
Ma Chong said loudly.
Gao Kejian's purpose was to cut off any selfish thoughts from Qi Yue, and he could only devote his life to Manchukuo wholeheartedly.