Chapter 110 Chapter 108 Past events

Author: The bear skimming the treetops

Chapter 110 Chapter 108 Past events

"What? Are you here to see Major Kawamoto? Oh, he was seriously injured. Whether he can survive tonight depends on his fate!" The military doctor wearing black round glasses had an expressionless face.

When Leng Qiuwen heard this, his legs went weak and he immediately knelt on the ground. He was so anxious that he was about to cry. He hugged the military doctor's thigh hard: "Please, please, we must find a way to save Inaba-kun, help me."

It’s like putting out a fire!”

"I can understand your feelings, but the bullet pierced his lungs, and our medical conditions here are limited! He could have been sent to the hospital in the city, but now the snow is too heavy, and the weather is too cold in the middle of the night.

It's cold and it's hard to walk in the snow and ice. Carrying him out like this will kill him soon! He's in bed No. 85. You should go and see him while he's still alive."

The military doctor's words were very long-winded, but he had seen too many such situations, and he had long been heartbroken.

When Leng Qiuwen heard that there was no hope, he thanked the military doctor. His heart was as cold as ice, and he stumbled and struggled to leave.

The large tent where the wounded man was located was more than fifty meters away, and the cold snow flakes were swept up by the strong wind and poured straight into his bare neck.

But Leng Qiuwen felt as if his heart had been emptied out, and he forgot about the cold.

The air in the tent was filthy, mixed with the smell of blood and disinfectant, and occasionally a stench penetrated Leng Qiuwen's nostrils.

The painful groans and wails of the wounded were endless, and it was mind-numbing to listen to.

Like a zombie, Leng Qiuwen was led by a nurse to a simple hospital bed. A palm-sized wooden board hung above the bed, with the number "85" scrawled on it in chalk.

There was a lantern hanging on the tent with a hemp rope. The weak flame in the lampshade was struggling, as if it was about to go out at any time. The dim light shone through the dusty lampshade and shone on Kawamoto Masahito's face, which was as pale as paper.

Leng Qiuwen just glanced at it, then her legs softened and she fell down in front of the hospital bed.

Kawamoto Masahito lay quietly on the bed, his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

"Zhengren, Zhengren..."

"Amaterasu, please help me! Masahito is still young, he is less than thirty years old. Do you want to give up on him so early? This is unfair!"

"..."

Leng Qiuwen's lips moved slightly. No one noticed the expression of the person who suddenly broke in, and no one noticed these words.

In order to wipe out the resistance in the mountains, they, the warriors of the empire, went into the ice and snow, into the mountains. Many people were beaten to death, froze to death, or even fell into the mouths of wild beasts. People died every day.

It is the most normal thing for dead people to be here, there is nothing strange about it.

The Japanese Major in bed No. 85 is named Kawamoto Masahito. He is an infantry battalion captain. He was wounded in the battle during this trip to the mountains and his life hangs by a thread.

There was air leakage everywhere in the ward where the tent was set up. Although there were still a few fires lit, the draft was like a knife, wrapped in flakes of snow, and hit the face that was so cold that it hurt.

Every fervent cry from Leng Qiuwen was frozen before it could reach Kawamoto Masahito's ears.

After a long wait, this restless night finally passed.

In the early morning, when he saw the nurses blowing out the lanterns in the tent one by one, Leng Qiuwen felt a little more energetic and couldn't help but stamp his feet to keep warm.

Suddenly, I accidentally glanced at the man on the hospital bed.

His fingers actually moved slightly.

"Zhengren, Zhengren, open your eyes and look, it's me, it's me, I'm Qianchun..." Leng Qiuwen said excitedly.

At that time, she was still called Kajiwara Chiharu, not Leng Qiufun.

Kawamoto Masahito, who looked tired, slowly opened his eyes and looked out the white window with a somewhat confused expression. When he saw the face full of tears, his eyes suddenly tightened.

"Chiharu...you...you..." Kawamoto Masahito's chapped lips oozed blood, but a happy smile appeared on his pale face.

I really didn't expect that they could still see each other here, at such a moment.

Leng Qiuwen cried with joy, and hurriedly tucked the quilt for Kawamoto Masahito, suppressing a smile and said: "You slept deeply last night! It's still early! It's just that the snow is falling heavily, and the windows are brightly reflected... Masahito, you can sleep a little longer.

, I will accompany you..."

He grabbed Zhengren's hand and pressed it tightly to his face. His hand had almost no warmth at all, it was terribly cold.

Leng Qiuwen's tears fell down.

Hearing what Leng Qiuwen said, Kawamoto Masahito suddenly woke up. He glanced at Leng Qiuwen and said that he loved walking in the snow and admiring the scenery most in his life. When he heard that the snow was falling heavily, his eyes flashed excitedly and he actually wanted to struggle to get up.

"You are still injured... lie down quickly..."

In fact, it goes without saying that Masahito Kawamoto couldn't get up at all.

Suddenly, he coughed violently, blood dripped down the corners of his mouth, and dark light waves flowed silently in his eyelids.

"Zhengren, hold on, I'm going to find a doctor right now..." Leng Qiuwen suddenly panicked and ran out of the tent like crazy.

Looking at Leng Qiuwen's leaving back, Kawamoto Masahito swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The saliva mixed with blood flowed into his throat. He felt a warm current immediately spread throughout his body. He felt indescribably comfortable and a bit of rosy color appeared on his face.

.

When Leng Qiuwen rushed back, Kawamoto Masahito was already dying, and there was blood on the bed and clothes.

"Zhengren, Zhengren, what's wrong with you?" Leng Qiuwen screamed and rushed forward.

Blood was still pouring out of Kawamoto Masahito's mouth.

Masahito Kawamoto tried his best to open his palm, revealing a piece of dark green magatama stained with blood. He used his last strength to stuff it into Leng Qiuwen's hand, and said intermittently: "Qian...Qianharu...I...I can't do it anymore,

Take... take it, and give it to... Cao Jie for me... take care of Cao Jie... let him..."

But before he finished speaking, his hanging hand dropped down feebly and he stopped breathing.

"Masahito, Masahito..." Leng Qiuwen was filled with grief and anger. Holding the piece of Magatama in his hand, tears could not help but burst out of his eyes. He repeatedly called Kawamoto Masahito's name, but was unable to save himself.

The military doctor had already rushed over at this time, stepped forward and opened Kawamoto Kaoji's eyelids, sighing slightly.

"Please have your condolences!"

Leng Qiuwen raised his head, grabbed the military doctor's arm with both hands, and said in a pleading tone: "Doctor, please save him, please save Zhengren..."

"I'm sorry, Kawamoto-kun has already...please express your condolences!"

"No, he's still alive, he's still alive..." Leng Qiuwen couldn't accept the fact and let out a beast-like roar from his throat.

Seeing the military doctor about to cover Kawamoto Masahito's face with a white sheet, Leng Qiuwen's eyes flashed with cold light, and he suddenly took out a Southern Type 14 pistol from his waist and pressed it against the military doctor's forehead.

"I don't care what method you use, in short, Zhengren must be saved, otherwise I will beat you to death!"

The military doctor was so frightened that his face turned pale, "This... this..."

This madman!

At this moment, a siren suddenly sounded loudly in my ears.

"ah……"

With an exclamation, Leng Qiuwen rolled over from the bed and sat up. He felt that his back was soaked with sweat, his whole body was cold, and he kept breathing heavily.

Although he was still in shock, he grabbed the pistol as quickly as possible and got out of bed, leaning against the crack in the door and looking outside.

The siren gradually faded away until it could no longer be heard.

Leng Qiuwen seemed to have collapsed, and returned to the bed weakly, holding his knees tightly with his hands.

It's this nightmare again. Over the years, the scene of Kawamoto Masahito's death has been lingering in the depths of my memory.

After he calmed down, he reached back and took the magatama piece from the pillow, held it in his hand and rubbed it gently, then squeezed it tightly.

I haven't had time to hand over this piece of magatama to Kawamoto, and I won't have another chance in the future. I really have failed to trust Kawamoto Masahito before his death.

Due to an accident more than a month ago, Leng Qiuwen's radio station malfunctioned and was damaged. Although he reported it, it has not been replenished.

At the same time, the only assistant Yokota Seiji who could contact the Lincheng lurking team was not in Lincheng during this period, so when something happened to Kusuke, he could only be anxious and unable to report the information in time.

Although he cleared up the clues one by one, Leng Qiuwen still felt a little uneasy in his heart.

…

The hard work paid off. Sure enough, an action team member found a thin blue needle on the floor of the study room. After comparison, it was exactly the same as the one found in the big yellow cat.

Fang Jinjin and Ji Chenglin were both happy, the fact was almost exactly the same as they had speculated.

After returning to Lincheng Station, he reported the situation of the search again to Wang Weizhong.

Wang Weizhong was very happy. Unexpectedly, he gained a lot from going to Huichun Hall this time and found new clues.

Previously, he conducted an internal screening of the team members who participated in the arrest operation and the guards of the torture team, but naturally found nothing.

The newly discovered poisonous needle can also indirectly prove that Wang Guanghui's death has nothing to do with the so-called mole at Lincheng Station.

This means that the screening work can come to an end for the time being.

However, Wang Weizhong dare not guarantee that there is no mole in the station.

Not to mention him, even the webmaster and the deputy webmaster would not dare to tell the truth.

The evidence found will naturally be arranged by Ji Chenglin and others to be sent for inspection, so Fang doesn't have to worry about it now.

After explaining the case, Wang Weizhong said mysteriously: "Now, I want to tell you something. After you left today, someone came up with a bad idea to the webmaster."

"Is it about Horibe Ryuichi?"

Wang Weizhong looked at Fang Jinjin strangely. The thing he wanted to tell Fang Jinjin was about Horibe Ryuichi.

In fact, it is not surprising that Fang now guessed that it was Horibe Ryuichi. After all, among the people currently in the cell, only Horibe Ryuichi is the real Japanese spy.

If someone wants to make an article, Ryuichi Horibe is naturally the best place to start.

"Hu Desheng from the intelligence team heard that Ryuichi Horibe was very cooperative with us, so he suggested to the station manager that he could be turned into a double agent, or that he could be used as bait to lure his accomplices out of their hole. I listen.

Said, the webmaster is a little moved."

After listening to this, Fang Jin thought for a while and said: "The value of Ryuichi Horibe can only be mined by our action team. When will it be the turn of the intelligence team to point fingers? Their hands are stretched too long! What the hell?

, isn’t the lesson learned from forcing Yan Jianbo to death last time not enough? If they insist on messing up, I will go directly to Deputy Webmaster Wu!"

Fang is not all angry now. Can he agree? Can Wu Jianguang, who has always been protective of food, agree?
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