There was a murmur of discussion in the venue. Many people echoed Dongmen Chuiyu's opinion - let spies from the modern world have a taste of modern electrocution.
"Comrades," Wu Mu began to speak: "Let us sort out the clues. What we want to know now is: first, who is this Wei Landuo? Since he is not from this time and space, how did he travel through time? Second
Second, what purpose does Wei Landuo attempt to achieve when he comes to Gaolai?"
"Arrest him and those two crooks and interrogate them. Everything will be known." Someone responded from the side, "How about connecting them to a shaky phone?"
"It's not that simple. Since he came as a member of the Jesuits, what is his relationship with the Jesuits and Gelanzani? We have no idea what kind of forces are behind this time traveler.
It is useless to interrogate other missionaries, and they know nothing about him. The most important thing is, is there only one Wei Landuo?"
"What do you mean?" Ran Yao asked.
"Why did Wei Landuo come to Hainan? We can make a bold assumption. On D-day, a space-time storm caused the ship that Mingming's family was traveling on to be accidentally involved. So is the appearance of ship A also due to this reason? Wei Landuo and his
Several missing accomplices may have traveled through time with us. He may have come to Hainan Island just to find several other accomplices. His accomplices may even be hiding in Lingao or nearby, under our noses.
"
This conclusion was so shocking that there was silence in the venue. Wu Mu continued: "So, the clues to find other unknown time travelers lie in this guy who calls himself Wei Landuo. We must give him action and kill him
Put him under our comprehensive surveillance. Catching him early will totally outweigh the gains. If you cut off the vine, we won't be able to touch the melon."
"Can the political security department ensure comprehensive monitoring of him? We cannot let this big fish slip from our hands."
The person who spoke this time was Zhao Manxiong. He assured everyone with a smile that every outsider entering Lingao was under the effective surveillance of the General Administration of Political Security. Ran Yao supported Wu Mu’s opinion on behalf of the police department. At present, the entire Lingao
Gaodu is in a state of emergency, making any investigation, surveillance and arrest operations very convenient. And this white man in Gaodu is as conspicuous as a peacock thrown into a flock of chickens. He has nowhere to escape.
, no place to hide.
The whistle echoed in the cell again, over and over again. Father Trigg had already laid down on the straw mat, but was disturbed by this annoying sound and lost all sleep.
"Padre," he heard Cecilio whisper in his ear, and he immediately sat up from the bunk. The young monk's lips trembled even whiter: "Padre (priest, also referred to as father), is that man crazy?
"
Father Trigg shook his head. That man was either crazy or possessed by the devil. But he did not dare to say it, because the man possessed by the devil was whistling and smiling at him, and from time to time he showed a white smile.
Get dazzling teeth.
Weiss didn't bother to pay attention to the whispers of the two Jesuits. In this prison-like place, the only way to learn about the outside world and guess his situation was to rely on his own ears and the limited scenes in the windows. In the past few days,
He could always hear military training commands and shouts of kill coming from a place not far from the port - not skinny people wearing cloth bags, but more passionate and powerful shouts. From time to time, rows of neat guns were heard.
The sound is occasionally mixed with the low roar of artillery. With such frequent live-fire training, do the Chinese in the high altitude want to continue to expand the war? This is very possible! After all, the largest government army here is finished. They can pick the fruits anytime and anywhere.
.
In this concentration camp Lando rarely spoke, or rather never spoke. His strange Italian had too many flaws. And there were probably modern Westerners in Lingao. Weiss was certain that there was a time when
Fuzzy singing floated in from a distant place. He couldn't tell who was singing in what language, but the tune was "Marseillaise".
He had only heard this vague "La Marseillaise" once. He heard more of another song, which the soldiers in Lingao always sang when loading and collecting weapons.
Vaguely, Weiss felt that the melody of this song was very familiar. After whistling the melody many times, Weiss finally remembered the origin of this familiar feeling. At that time, he was lying in a small hotel room in Rome, while
While wondering where the next contract was, I absentmindedly watched the little Chinese girl on the TV singing this song that is now sung with great pride by the soldiers in a slow hymn-like rhythm.
Okay, Australians, I finally know where you are coming from. Weiss smiled proudly and even laughed. Father Trigg involuntarily retreated a few centimeters further into the shadow of the corner.
The sound of footsteps came from the corridor from far to near. Weiss didn't pay attention - maybe the concentration camp guards came to deliver food again. Two meals a day of rice porridge mixed with minced fish and vegetable leaves made Weiss always feel hungry.
Dizzy - This group of Chinese who call themselves Australians seems to be planning to starve their prisoners until they are dizzy and unable to escape.
The door opened with a clang, and a stream of fresh air poured into the room that smelled of carbolic acid, sweat, and urine. The concentration camp guard stood at the door, holding a bamboo stick instead of a porridge bucket.
"You guys, get up! Clean up!" Although he tried his best to sound fierce, these people still looked at him with fear mixed with confusion, and no one moved.
"Get ready to go out, get out!" The guard continued to wave his arms and pointed at the door. Now they all understood. Weiss stood up without hesitation. He was tired of staying here. Even going to hell would be better than being locked up in this room.
It's nice to be in a hot and stuffy prison.
He patted his body - it was actually very clean. There were no parasites on the straw mat that he was used to seeing and had enough of in this time and space. Behind the guard stood three young but sturdy young men.
, all have dark oriental faces. They are wearing the most common rustic gray uniforms here and wearing leggings.
But Lando soon discovered that they were wearing blue collar badges, which he had never seen before - including those who inspected and questioned them at the customs.
The three young men remained silent, with cloth holsters hanging on their belts, revealing the black handle of the revolver. Based on Lando's experience, he could tell that this was definitely not a revolver produced by a certain arsenal.
.More similar to those pistols made by handicraft workshops in Pakistan and Afghanistan.
It took a while before Trigg and the others followed. The guard led the way, and the three young men followed silently less than five or six steps away from them. Cecilio turned back to look at them from time to time.
, seeing the black gun handles exposed on the armed belts of these people, the young monk could hardly move or even stand firmly.
The small door at the bottom of the corridor opened, and the summer sunshine from Lingao suddenly filled the corridor. The tense atmosphere immediately dissipated - they could see clearly that there was an open space outside, with no barbed wire, no watchtower, and no one holding on.
Soldiers with bayonets and rifles. A beautiful four-wheeled carriage was waiting outside the gate of the quarantine camp. Father Trigg muttered in a low voice: "Praise God", because Father Lu Ruohua stood in front of the carriage and looked at the group with a smile.
people.
He was so happy to leave the terrifying atmosphere in the quarantine camp that he didn't even bother to observe the situation around him. Only Weiss noticed that another carriage with its hood was parked not far behind, at the back gate of the quarantine camp.
The empty square in front looked quite strange.
Three mysterious young people got on the carriage at the back. Lu Ruohua explained that they were "security personnel" sent by the Australian government. After all, the entire Lingao was still in a war period. According to the Australian "relevant departments", several Jesus
The unpleasant treatment received by dispatched personnel is also a precautionary measure in an emergency, and he himself expressed regret for this.
"The Australians achieved a great victory on the battlefield, defeating 100,000 Ming troops. They gained a permanent advantage in South China. This is God's will." Lu Ruohua made the sign of the cross when he said this.
Jin Lige murmured some words to express his congratulations. He was very curious about everything going on in Lingao Church and was eager to know many things. But Lu Ruohua's excitement seemed not to have passed yet - he was talking about the following.
This military victory provided an opportunity for the Lingao Church to expand.
"We will soon establish churches in Danzhou and Chengmai!" Probably because he had experienced too many missionary failures in China, Lu Ruohua was full of joy about the "great situation" in Hainan that was making rapid progress, and he talked about it several times.
I shed tears of excitement.
Jin Li Ge was not as excited as him. Before setting off from Macau, he had an inexplicable worry: The Australians are so powerful, and most of the Australian elders are not the Lamb of the Lord, why would they be so concerned about spreading the gospel?
Big interest? What is their purpose?
Weislando pretended to be at ease, closed his eyes and said nothing. Only the young monk timidly asked: "Padre, where are we going?"
"Let's go eat first," Lu Ruohua said, "You look hungry, kid."
When they heard that there was food, sparks appeared in several people's eyes - it was already unbearable to eat seafood porridge every day these days.
Priests' attention to food was well-known throughout the Middle Ages. The Jesuits were not as particular about meals as the older religious orders, but the Jesuits were not an ascetic order after all.