Ma Xingkong stood up slowly, stuffed his pillow under the quilt, and made a dummy to sleep on his behalf. He quietly put on his clothes and slipped out of the room. The yard was quiet, although there were patrolling guards.
But their dormitory is arranged at the very back, and few people come here.
After two birds chirped, several dark figures appeared next to Ma Xingkong. "Are you all here? How do you divide the work? Who will go with me?" Ma Xingkong asked in a low voice.
"I'll go!" said a voice from behind Ma Xingkong.
He turned around hastily and saw that the person coming was a Chinese officer cadet who came with them. This person was very withdrawn and did not talk to anyone. He did not care about anything except his own affairs. This person was originally a police officer from Fengtian Police Station.
The young policeman was recommended to Zhang Zuolin. Zhang Zuolin was immediately appointed as the group leader.
This man's surname is Huang Mingjun. As his name suggests, he is extremely handsome, with a tall and thin figure, broad shoulders, big eyes and a high nose. He is definitely a handsome man. I heard that his father is Russian. Who is his mother now?
No one there ever knew.
"You?" Ma Xingkong asked in surprise, "Are you in the same group as them?"
Huang Jun did not answer him. One of the people who came said: "Okay, we will wait for you here. After rescuing the people, just send them here! Let's take action!"
Ma Xingkong and Huang Jun are both students of the school, and they are very familiar with every corner of the school. Walking up the woods, you will see a cliff not far away. This is the dividing point between the first and second floors. Climb
Go up the cliff and pass over a small ridge to the back of the torture room.
Huang Jun said nothing, and his men climbed up the cliff. The cliff was not very high, but very steep. It was a cross section left after half of a huge stone was blown up with explosives. There were some protrusions of stone on the cliff.
It was just right for climbing. Huang Jun used his hands and feet together, and used the strength of his fingers to tightly grasp the cracks in the stone. He stepped on the protrusions of the stone with his feet, and his whole body was pressed against the stone wall, climbing up little by little.
Not to mention, Huang Jun's method is definitely not something that ordinary people can do. Despite his tall stature, he is very flexible. He is like an excited monkey on the stone wall, disappearing into the night in three flashes and two flashes.
.Ma Xingkong was born as an Orion and has his own set of skills.
He took out the "Tiger Claw" and threw it upwards, grabbed the rope with both hands and pulled down hard. I don't know what the "Tiger Claw" made of steel grabbed on the cliff, but it felt very stable after pulling twice hard. Grab it with both hands.
Holding the rope, he stepped on the smooth cliff and climbed up.
After climbing the cliff, the two of them looked around and saw that there was no movement on the second floor. Ma Xingkong waved his hand: "Let's go!" He bypassed the patrolling guards, specifically selected a shadowed area, and began to move towards the torture room on the third floor.
It was already late at night, and the lights were still on in the torture room. Masao Inoue looked at Mu Yunchen with a very bad expression. Almost all the torture instruments available in the room had been used. If torture was used again, Mu Yunchen would be either dead or disabled.
Without any proof, he tortured a student to death and left him crippled. Not only he has no way of explaining it to China, he also has no way of explaining it to the school.
Masao Inoue admired Mu Yunchen's stubbornness very much. If he were Japanese, Masao Inoue would be very happy. With such soldiers in the Japanese Empire, they would be invincible. What a pity! What a pity!
"Mr. Mu, let me ask you one last time, who did you go to the woods with that day, and what did you say?" Masao Inoue has asked this question more than a hundred times.
Mu Yunchen hung weakly on the pillar. His whole body was covered with water, sweat, and the cold water that the torture instructor poured on him when he woke up after he fell into coma. There was blood at the corner of Mu Yunchen's mouth, and a fierce light of hatred radiated from his eyes. He was cold.
He looked at Masao Inoue coldly: "You'd better kill me. If I ever go out one day, I promise to take your head with me when I return home!"
"Hahaha!" Inoue Masao laughed a few times: "Hey! Then I really want to see how a disabled person kills me. Come on! Continue the torture!"
Two torture instructors untied Mu Yunchen from the rack, dragged his arms to the tiger bench next to him, tied them up, and looked at Masao Inoue.
"Mr. Mu, you should have heard of this punishment. If it is really used, your legs will not be saved! The rest of your life is still very long. Are you sure you want to live in a wheelchair forever?" Inoue Masao said.
With a distorted face, he came close to Mu Yunchen.
"Plop!" There was a muffled sound from outside the door. Masao Inoue stood up straight. There was no other sound except one or two crickets in the quiet night. A burning smell penetrated his nostrils:
"What does it smell like? Go out and have a look!"
A torture instructor opened the door, stretched out his head and looked outside. It was a dark night with no moon, and a few flickering street lamps in the distance illuminated the dirt road up the mountain. There was no one there, not even the patrolling guards.
There was no one. He opened the door completely, walked to the square and looked around. The faint light behind the torture room attracted him.
"Is there anyone there?" He was a little scared. He usually killed people without blinking an eye, but he felt terrified when he saw the constantly beating light. He knew that behind the torture room were the burials of prisoners who were tortured to death. They believed in Buddhism.
He knows hell and the tortures.
"Who's there?" he shouted to embolden himself. When he reached the corner of the house, as soon as he showed his head, a black thing hit him hard on the head. He didn't even say a word because his head was shattered.
Climbed to the ground.
"Make the fire bigger! We can take advantage of the chaos to save people!" Ma Xingkong took another armful of firewood and threw it under the back wall of the already burned torture room. Japanese people like to use wood in their houses, and the year-round dryness makes it difficult for them to use firewood.
These woods are most likely to catch fire. Thick smoke finally poured into the torture room.
"Baga!" Inoue Masao cursed: "Call someone! Call someone! Someone is attacking the torture room!"
The fire had already reached the roof of the house, and the smaller and larger flames could be seen from a distance. The urgent whistle woke up many patrolling guards nearby and the Japanese students on the third floor. The fire was too big and completely uncontrollable.
Masao Inoue gave the order and took Mu Yunchen to leave quickly.
Whether they were students, guards, or instructors, they all wore loincloths and carried basins to carry water from a well far away to put out the fire. The chaos in the scene did not look like an army at all.
"Keep an eye on this man! If anything happens to him, you two will die to apologize!" Inoue Masao didn't believe that the fire was just an accident. It seems that this Mu Yunchen is not a simple person, and someone dares to come here.
Come to save him, you will definitely get something from him.
"Hai!" the two soldiers replied at the same time, grabbing Mu Yunchen's arms.