An Wan looked at everything in front of her, and this word came to her mind.
Japanese bombing.
When An Wan and her colleagues came out of the air raid shelter, they saw the dead and injured everywhere.
An old man was sitting on the ground, his mouth squirming, and soon his head tilted to nothing, and half of the old man's body was gone.
The body of a little girl was hanging on a telegraph pole that was about to fall but had not fallen yet, without her head.
Firefighters were using hand pumps to pump water and buckets to carry water to put out the fire, but unfortunately they had little success.
Ambulance workers carrying stretchers were running around hurriedly, carrying away the injured, while the bodies of the victims could only be piled aside.
"God, this is a civilian area." The blond reporter said while taking pictures.
"Mr. Kyle, those who invaded our country and killed our people are the barbaric army of a barbaric country. They have no humanity and no kindness." An Wan gritted her teeth and said, "The lives and property of civilians are just showing off in their eyes.
Force, the object of indiscriminate killing.”
"Where will they be sent?" Kyle pointed to the injured being carried away on a stretcher.
"Maybe we will go to the hospital, or..." An Wan's eyes were sad, "We lack medicine, surgical equipment, and doctors who can perform the surgery."
"Where's the doctor?" Kyle asked.
"The doctor shouldered the steel gun and went to the battlefield and died on the battlefield."
Not far away, two injured men were sitting on the ground. One of them was covering the wound on his arm, but his eyes were looking this way.
…
About three hours later.
Central Bureau of Statistics Headquarters.
Xue Yingzhen took the towel handed over by his subordinate and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had just come out of the air-raid shelter not long ago.
"Dead?" Xue Yingzhen raised her head and looked at Zhu Shanxue with a frown.
Zong Qinwu was a Red Party member that the Central Government had been keeping an eye on for some time. He was a chemistry teacher at the Southwest Associated University. It was initially judged that Zong Qinwu's rank within the Chongqing Red Party was not low.
"The Japanese just conducted a massive bombing and many people were killed, including Zong Qinwu." Zhu Shanxue said.
Xue Yingzhen was a little surprised, and then she dropped the pen in her hand in annoyance, "Who did Zong Qinwu go to see today?"
"It was taken." Zhu Shanxue said immediately, "My subordinate arranged for a person to pretend to be a reporter and secretly took the photos at that time. They have been developed in a hurry."
Xue Yingzhen took a stack of photos and looked at them:
A man in a long gown, holding a handout in his hand, stood on the side of the road talking to a man. The man wore glasses, had a cigarette between his right fingers, and a book in his left hand.
"Check who this person is." Xue Yingzhen said.
"No need to check, I know this person." Zhu Shanxue said, "Feng Zhiqian, a mathematics teacher at Tongji University."
He pushed up his glasses and said, "Tongji University had a food shortage last month. Southwest Associated University sent more than 300 kilograms of food overnight. The teacher at Southwest Associated University is Zong Qinwu, and the teacher at Tongji University is Feng Zhi.
Qian was in charge of reception, and that’s how the two of them got to know each other.”
"Is there anything suspicious?" Xue Yingzhen asked, frowning.
"Ying Wu..." Zhu Shanxue said, but paused, "At present, there is nothing suspicious, but I think it is better to check it out to be on the safe side."
"Then let's check it out." Xue Yingzhen nodded and looked through the photos in his hand.
"Why are you taking random pictures?" Xue Yingzhen frowned and threw the photo in his hand on the table. "It's a waste of film."
Among the photos scattered on the table, many of them showed the tragic death and injury of people on the street after the Japanese bombing. Xue Yingzhen frowned at this tragic scene.
"Since I'm pretending to be a reporter, I have to take these pictures after all." Zhu Shanxue quickly explained.
"Huh?" Xue Yingzhen glanced at the photos on the desktop and picked them up to look at.
"What did you find, sir?" Zhu Shanxue asked.
Xue Yingzhen handed the photo to Zhu Shanxue.
"Oh, it's her." Zhu Shanxue said with a smile, "A group of Western journalists have arrived. The Central Party Headquarters is responsible for receiving them. Miss An can speak foreign languages. It is said that she was temporarily detained to receive them."
"Oh, oh, oh." Xue Yingzhen nodded, suddenly realizing, "I remembered, this is indeed the case."
He took the photo back from Zhu Shanxue and put it on the table without thinking about it again.
"Check up that Feng Zhiqian." Xue Yingzhen said, "He was the last person Zong Qinwu came into contact with. Although Zong Qinwu died accidentally, this kind of thing is evil, so it is always right to check."
"Understood." Zhu Shanxue said quickly, "Sir, what you said is absolutely correct."
At this moment, there was a knock on the office door.
Zhu Shanxue walked over and opened the door.
"Secretary Zhu, Shanghai Emergency Telegram, District Chief Xu."
"Go ahead."
Zhu Shanxue closed the door, opened the document bag and took out the message to read. Then, his eyes first showed surprise, and then a strange look.
"What did Xu Zhaolin say? Are you acting like this?" Xue Yingzhen glanced at her secretary and asked.
"Let's take a seat and take a look." Zhu Shanxue handed the telegram to Xue Yingzhen with both hands.
Xue Yingzhen looked at it, and said softly "Eh", then clicked her tongue, and finally sneered.
"This Xiao Mian is Dai Chunfeng's trump card, and he has earned face for him in front of the Chairman." Xue Yingzhen threw the telegram on the table, "It's good now, Xiao Mian's pigtails have been grabbed by No. 76
It’s in his hands, Xiao Mian especially doesn’t know it, it’s ridiculous, it’s ridiculous.”
He shook his head, "The trump card in Dai Chunfeng's hand is nothing more than this."
"Secretary seat." Zhu Shanxue carefully observed Xue Yingzhen's expression and asked cautiously, "District Chief Xu asked how to deal with this matter?"
"What to do?" Xue Yingzhen snorted coldly, "Xiao Mian is a powerful general in Dai Chunfeng's hands, how could he be caught by the Japanese so easily?"
He looked at Zhu Shanxue and said, "Tell Xu Zhaolin to do your own thing."
"Yes, Bureau Chief." Zhu Shanxue said sternly, "I will arrange to call Xu Zhaolin back right now to capture the information. Please do not make false reports without verification."
Xue Yingzhen took a deep look at Zhu Shanxue.
"My subordinate understands." Zhu Shanxue said with a shudder in his heart.
Xue Yingzhen nodded and waved her hand.
Zhu Shanxue took all the photos back, put the photo of Zong Qinwu talking with Feng Zhiqian into his pocket, put the other photos into the document bag, and put the telegraph newspaper into the document bag.
Back in his office, Zhu Shanxue rang the bell.
"Destroy." He handed the document bag to his men.
"yes."
"In addition, the bureau headquarters did not receive any telegram just now."
"Understood, I will take care of it now." The subordinate said with a serious expression, "I will check the telecommunications department in ten minutes and there will be no redundant message records."
…
Guang'an Hospital.
Ward area on the second floor.
Ward 203.
An injured person was lying on the hospital bed. Oxygen tubes were inserted into the injured person's mouth and nose. The person seemed to be in a coma.
A man wearing a white coat and a mask crossed his arms and looked at the injured on the hospital bed.
"Team leader, would you like one?" His subordinate handed him a cigarette and boiled soup.
"If you dare to smoke, I will stuff a cigarette into your skin. Believe it or not." Tang Kanlao said coldly.
The mask covered most of his face, leaving only his eyes exposed. Stared at by this cold gaze, his men quickly put away their cigarettes.
"Team leader, do you think Xiao Mian would really send someone to silence him?" His subordinates laughed sarcastically and quickly opened up a new topic.
"I don't know." Tang Kanlao shook his head, "Let's wait and see what happens."
He glanced at the unconscious wounded man on the hospital bed again, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes. This ward and this wounded man were just a cover-up in Commander Su's entire plan, and the real killing move lay elsewhere.
…
Every time Cheng Qianfan came to the extra-high school class, he would feel extremely depressed.
At this moment, Kentaro Miyazaki had a bright smile on his face. He smoked and chatted with Koike and strolled up to the second floor.
"How is Kikube-kun injured?" Cheng Qianfan asked in a low voice.
"A piece of flesh was bitten off on the face." Xiaochi said with a low laugh.
"This is really..." A gloating smile flashed across Cheng Qianfan's face, "It's so abominable."
Xiaochi also laughed.
There was already a lot of conflict between Kentaro Miyazaki and Hiroyuki Kikube because of the two previous incidents, which Koike was happy to see.
"That red man was chopped into pieces by Kikube-kun and sent to the military dog room." Koike said.
Cheng Qianfan's hand shook while he was smoking. He seemed to be choked by the smoke and coughed repeatedly. While coughing, he said with a smile, "Chinese people are only worthy of serving as rations for the imperial military dogs."
He coughed, with a curious smile on his face, "I just don't know if Kikube-kun has calmed down now that he has vented his anger?"
"Then I don't know." Xiaochi shook his head and said, looking at the time on his watch, "Let's go directly to Mr. Araki's office. I just saw him coming back from outside."
"please."
The two of them went up to the second floor and saw a person walking towards them.
The person's face was gloomy. Of course, the first thing that caught his eye was the gauze wrapped around his face.
"Kikube-kun!" Cheng Qianfan's eyes lit up when he saw Kikube Kano. He took two steps forward, looked at Kikube Kano with both eyes, and asked with concern, "I heard that you are injured? How are you injured?
Like? Where is the injury?"
Where is the injury?
Can’t you see such a big piece of gauze on your face?!
"Miyazaki-kun, thank you for your concern." Hiroyuki Kikube looked at the unconcealed smile on Miyazaki Kentaro's eyebrows and said, suppressing the anger in his heart.
Kentaro Miyazaki is just gloating about his misfortune.
"Damn Chinese people, they are so cunning." Cheng Qianfan said with a serious expression.
"That cunning Chinese man is now the excrement of a military dog." Hiroyuki Kikube said coldly.
He suspected that Miyazaki Kentaro was implying that he was injured because of stupid things.
"Kikube-kun, rest in peace and recover. If you want to eat or drink, tell me and I will bring it to you." Cheng Qianfan said with a slight smile.
"Thank you Miyazaki-kun for your kindness." Hiroyuki Kikube said calmly, resisting the urge to get angry, "The doctor told me to avoid eating."
"That's such a pity." Cheng Qianfan smiled and shook his head.
The leather shoes made a squeaking sound on the second floor of the special high school class. Cheng Qianfan and Xiaochi were talking as they walked. There was a smile on his face, and his heart was full of anger, an anger that almost burned his body.
, full of murderous intent.
Behind him came a cold snort from Hiroyuki Kikube who was walking away.
Cheng Qianfan stopped, turned to look at Kikube Hiroyuki's back, his eyes were cold, and he snorted coldly.
"Why should Miyazaki-kun be familiar with someone like Kikube?" Koike said with a smile.
"There is a word in China to describe people like Kikube." Cheng Qianfan snorted coldly, "White-eyed wolf!"
Koike smiled and shook his head. No wonder Miyazaki-kun is so angry. Miyazaki-kun is so sincere and enthusiastic towards his friends. Miyazaki-kun treats his friends with sincerity. Kikube doesn't have Miyazaki's sincerity but he doesn't do anything at all.
No wonder Miyazaki is angry because he is inconsiderate and accommodating.
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