【Lou Cheng】Clear tea and wine

Chapter 30

The more she thought about it, the worse she had just seen Boss Yu's cemetery and believed what the neighbors said.Would Ms. Nan Yun erect a monument just to make her work hard, and let her neighbor tell a lie...

Aunt Gui was a suspicious person, not to mention that it was the source of her nightmares, and it was the revenge she wanted to avenge even in her dreams. The hatred of the Ming family was far inferior to the hatred she had for the person who ruined her life.As long as she thought that that person might still be alive somewhere in this world, and let her son take care of him, she gritted her teeth.

Fujita Keiko doesn't treat her as a human being at all, and treats her as an abandoned child after using her information, and may lose her life in the end.She was the one who didn't mind betrayal the least, and the Communist Party would be willing to make this deal if they thought about it, so she came here by buying the medicinal materials boiled for Mingcheng to drink, and she would not let him go even if there was only a slight chance of him being alive.

"I want the address of a Hunan embroidery merchant surnamed Yu that Ah Cheng asked you to find."

It was pitch black in the Ming mansion.

I don't know if it was the thunderstorm that broke the wires. The people watching outside were stunned, but there was no light inside. Fortunately, no one went out, so Minglou probably didn't want to escape.

Minglou himself knew best that this was not a power outage. He just threw the cup out of his hand and hit the power switch.

But he really can't keep calm anymore, darkness is his best protective color now.

The sharp pain in his chest made him bend over, his whole body trembling.

For two whole days, Mingcheng's cry of pain has been lingering in his ears. He filled his schedule with work, spending time with Hideo Ono, and participating in various social activities. He was afraid that once he calmed down, he would involuntarily think about Mingcheng. The way it is now.

He has seen many torture scenes, no matter how bloody and cruel, he can remain calm.

But now that person is Mingcheng, he is really scared, afraid that he can no longer maintain that calmness.

Keiko Fujita is really cruel and poisonous.

There was nothing else in the mailing envelope except photos.

A photo of Mingcheng in the torture room.

Those bloody scenes where he escaped were magnified several times and nakedly presented in front of him.

It's not that I haven't been mentally prepared, it's just that I didn't expect it to be so painful.

Minglou grasped those photos, his hands trembling with force.

He had only seen it once, but every detail in the photo seemed to be engraved in his mind, constantly zooming in and out clearly.

They grabbed Mingcheng's head and forced him to look at the camera. The black and white photos couldn't see the color, but he knew that the black stains on Mingcheng's face were all bright red blood.There is nothing in Mingcheng's always radiant eyes, no focus, no emotion, only death-like silence.

Mingcheng's chest was a mess of welts.Minglou knew that the whips had been beaten here that night, and there were still some fragments of shirts caught in the wound, and no one treated him.Mingcheng was so thin that he could touch his ribs with his hand, Minglou didn't dare to imagine how painful it would be to hit his bones with such a heavy whip.

The fingers, wrists, ankles and toes that Minglou likes to stroke most are now covered in blood, and only shallow outlines can be seen.A thin vertical line can be seen on the fingertips without nails, which is the trace of a needle, and the ten fingers connect to each other, not only Mingcheng's heart, but also Minglou's heart.

He tightened his clothes on his chest, as if he could relieve the pain that accompanies breathing again and again.

The most extreme pain in the world is not in the body, but in the heart.

The last photo shows Mingcheng's lower abdomen, the place that protects the little life inside.There is a long wound from left to right. When the photo was taken, the knife that was cut across was still in the lens, and the blood stained on it was dripping.

Behind the photo is the words left by Keiko Fujita:

Minglou, are you satisfied with my gift?

One knife a day, the third knife I don't think I will make another mistake.

You die, they live.

Otherwise, tomorrow is their day of death.

It was already the second day, and Mingcheng already had two such wounds on his stomach.

In the drawer is the gun.

Minglou really wanted to take it out, pull the safety off and shoot himself in the head.

He didn't ask Fujita Keiko to let Mingcheng go, at least not to torture him like this again.

But he can't.

For a long time, he could only watch helplessly, watching Mingtai fall into a deadly plan, watching Mingjing being shot and falling down at the station, watching Mingcheng being tortured into an inhuman form.

Then pretend to be nonchalant and put all the charges on them.

This scene was really too difficult to perform, and he was exhausted.

He looked at the broken wine glass on the ground, was it wine or blood dripping from it?

Is it Mingtai's blood, Mingjing's blood, or... Mingcheng's blood?

There was a sudden violent vomiting in the stomach.

He seemed to be able to smell blood.

There was lightning and thunder outside the window, and a thick blackness inside the house.

Minglou supported his head, feeling powerless like never before.

...... The organs have been exhausted, but they can't save you.

The sound of liquid dripping on the table kept ringing.

Minglou finally realized that at some point he had burst into tears.

What Mingcheng feels most now is not the pain, but the cold.

His limbs were handcuffed on an iron bed, and only a thin blanket barely covered his lower abdomen.

They tortured him while hanging him with drugs.

While torturing him, he was worried that something would happen to the child and did not dare to kill him.

His mouth was full of the bitter taste of the medicine that had been poured down. When Axiang opened his mouth, Mingcheng had no energy to question, and he didn't even have the heart to think about why she wanted to betray him.

In his heart is the peace of dying.

The huge incandescent lamp in front of him that prevented him from sleeping turned his world into an endless white.

Just like...

The letter paper he wrote to Minglou.

Thinking of Minglou, Mingcheng suddenly felt warm.He felt as if he had returned to Minglou's embrace, with his back against his broad chest, his arms wrapped around his belly.

Just like every night before.

The corner of Mingcheng's mouth curved into an almost invisible arc, and his mind was full of the contents of the letter:

"...Farewell is imminent, let's talk about other things, those who always want to talk to you but can't.

The eldest sister asked when we were together last time, and you replied that it was when we were in Paris.

But in fact, I started liking you a long time ago.If you ask when exactly it started, I can only think of some trivial things.

When I was ten years old, you saved me from Aunt Gui, and I think you are the savior they said.

When I was 12 years old, you took me to study in France. I think you are the most knowledgeable person in the world.

That year, you gave me the first watch, and I think you are the best and warmest person to me.

When you were 20 years old, you told me that you liked me. I was really shocked, and I was so flustered that I didn't know how to answer.

Fortunately, you are still willing to wait for me to give you an answer.

After that, we were really together, met the eldest sister, had a child, and experienced all the happiest things I can think of.

I think my whole life is the process of falling in love with you gradually.

Brother, I feel very happy and satisfied.

If there is any regret, it is probably that I did not see the day when the Anti-Japanese War was won, and I did not see the tomorrow you mentioned.

So brother, remember to go and see for me, the new China with a rich country and a strong army.

Ming Cheng. "

Mingcheng felt that this was the best love letter he had ever written in his life.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and his body, which had been carried for two days, finally reached its limit.

The lamp could no longer keep him from falling into darkness.

In a daze, he seemed to hear Fujita Keiko's furious roar: "No matter what, save him and give me his child! Otherwise, you won't even want to live!"

Then he really didn't know anything, and the darkness engulfed him like a tide.

It's like a relief.

When the Communist Party found Mingcheng according to the address given by Aunt Gui, he was lying unconscious on the torture bed with a pale face. The wound on his body had been bandaged briefly by the doctor, but the condition still looked very bad.

Sharp-eyed people spotted the bloody pinhole on Mingcheng's arm at a glance. They grabbed the doctor by the collar and lifted him up to ask him what he had done to Mingcheng.

The doctor was originally kidnapped by Fujita Keiko and used to save Mingcheng and the child's life during the torture. Now when he saw a Chinese coming, he cried bitterly for help.

He quickly explained Mingcheng's situation. To put it simply, he was using his life to continue the child's life. If they came one day later, no one would be able to save him.The call to Mingcheng just now was Veritaserum. Nantian Keiko said that it was easiest to get words out of Mingcheng's mouth during the period when Mingcheng was unconscious, so she asked Mingcheng to put the codebook of the Communist Party in the where.

Several people quickly rescued Mingcheng from the bed. Even though he had already fallen into a deep coma, the pain of the wound during the movement still made him frown and let out a few whimpering groans.The hideous wound on his body was still bleeding, soaking through the gauze and dripping all over the body of the person holding him, making the eyes of many alphas who had experienced life and death battlefields redden.This kind of torture that they couldn't bear would be such a pain that they couldn't bear to put on an omega.

"What are you arguing about? I don't know I'm busy..."

A secret door in the wall opened, and what came out was exactly what they had been looking for, Keiko Fujita, who was eager to tear everything apart.She didn't expect that it would be like this outside, and before she took a few steps back, she was blocked by five or six muzzles before she could draw her gun.

"Don't come here!" Fujita Keiko looked around, Mingcheng