"Ha-ha" The woman ha-ha sent out two smiles to go to see the woman’s face. Although this is a Kyoto horse line, I have never seen anyone dressed like this. It’s just that she is wearing an umbrella and her face is pale and her lips are bright red. If she sees it late, she must be a ghost.
Let’s go out and talk about this woman’s appearance, let alone an absolute great beauty. An oval face, nose and eyes are listed separately, but they may not look good. In this face, they complement each other. Not many, not many, just the right horse line are a little bored until the woman feeds him a few times.
"Ha ha" didn’t speak. First, I smiled. "Are you a soldier?"
Ma Hang shook his head first and then nodded quickly. The woman was wearing a dress embroidered with cherry blossom petals and red petals on a white background, which was a little fresh and refined. Ma Hang hurriedly said, "I’m sorry I didn’t see you just now."
The woman smiled, nodded slightly, flashed a way, motioned for Ma Hang to walk first, and nodded around the woman. She walked out far away, but Ma Hang didn’t resist looking back, but she couldn’t find the woman. There was no loneliness in her heart.
The salty and fishy sea breeze blowing from the sea makes people feel a little uncomfortable. "Forget it, I have tried my best. I can blame Mu Yunchen’s small work for not being close, and the result is inevitable." Ma Hang comforted himself by finding a place to put these steps.
Put your hands into your pockets and walk in the direction of the school. Just two steps, your right hand seems to have touched something. I don’t usually wear this dress. I rarely put anything in my pockets and touched it. It feels like a small piece of paper. I took out the paper and looked at it. There are four Chinese characters, Chunxiang Art Museum.
"Chunxiang Art Gallery Chunxiang Art Gallery" Ma Hang felt that the word "art gallery" was familiar. Suddenly, he remembered that several officers who came together often mentioned the word "art gallery". Whenever they talked about it, their faces were filled with a little color. Ma Hang once asked Mu Yunchen that the art gallery was a place to spend money.
It seems that someone asked him where to go. Who is this person? It can’t be those China officers. On several occasions, he wanted to see the excitement with those people. It is even more impossible for those people to say nothing without him. Is it the woman just now?
Inquired about the address of Yichun Xiang Art Museum. Ma Hang walked to Kyoto’s largest art museum street with a little excitement and worry. As soon as he entered the street, the whole street was full of large and small art museums. As soon as he entered the street, it smelled like powder, but the hutong was different. It was much quieter here. There were no prostitutes who leaned against the door and showed off their charm by the window, nor did they push cups for a smile.
There is a red lantern at the entrance of no art museum, which shows that it is open for business. It took a long time for the horse to find the Chunxiang Art Museum. Chunxiang Art Museum is not a big art museum. frontispiece can see the whole hall with a small curtain. Several diners are chatting and eating there, accompanied by music. Several women are dressed like that woman today, and they are slowly putting on various shapes.
Ma Hang found a place to sit around and have a look. I saw the woman sitting in a box in the room this afternoon. I don’t know who to tell when I was happy. The woman slowly came to Ma Hang’s side. "You are here."
Ma Hang nodded and smiled at each other like two acquaintances. The woman said, "Go inside and pack it. I’ll let you meet someone."
Ma Hang followed the woman to the small bag just now. As soon as he entered the door, a huge bald head appeared in front of him. The first nine real scars made Ma Hang recognize the man "Master Tong" at a glance.
Tong smiled and called Ma Hang to sit next to him. "Hehe, this is also forced. I heard the apprentice say that someone was looking for me to guess that it was you. That’s why Meihua led you here. What happened?"
"Master Tong Mu" Ma Xinggang just said a Mu and shut up immediately.
Channel "Meihui is one of our own. Say it."
"Mu Dage was arrested and tortured for a whole day and a night, so I had to come to you." The horse line will briefly describe Mu Yunchen’s arrest, and finally said, "We must find a way to save him or Mu Dage will be tortured to death by them."
Tong nodded. "Yes, you have to save people quickly. Say what you need, and I will try my best to do it for you."
Ma Hang is also welcome. "I need a hand to accompany me, and I need someone to meet me. In addition, I need to find a good doctor. Brother Mu must be hurt badly."
After thinking about it, I turned my head and looked at Meihua. "I’d better arrange it at once and act tonight."
Meihua nodded and went out. Ma Hang looked at Meihuabao’s sliding door and listened to Meihua’s footsteps. Only then did he ask "What is he doing and how to dress up like this?"
"Ha-ha-ha, little brother, you are really a good baby. You didn’t know what this dress was for when you came to Kyoto for so long." Looking at Ma Hang, "Do you know where this is?"
The driveway is "Art Gallery Street".
"Artist’s Geisha Residence"
"What brothel" can’t wait to tell how high the horse line jumps. "So Meihui is a prostitute?"
With a smile, "No, no, no, no,no. Geisha is not a prostitute. Geisha doesn’t want us in China every day. They are very clear about the division of industries. Geisha earns money by their own skills and prostitutes rely on their bodies to eat."
"True" Ma Hang doesn’t believe me. "Don’t lie to me. Those people in Hutong who sell their skills don’t sell themselves. In the end, they sell everything at the right price, even people dare to sell it."
Tong also didn’t want to argue with Ma Hang on this issue. The two agreed to meet at the back of the school at night. Ma Hang left first before Meihua came back. He went back to the dormitory and was buried in bed. When everyone saw Ma Hang’s attitude, Ma Hang ignored him. He was very confident in the rescue tonight. Things didn’t take ten minutes for Ma Hang to snore.
Chapter two hundred and twenty-nine Burn the torture room
Ma Hang got up slowly, stuffed his pillow in the quilt, got a dummy to sleep instead of himself, and crept out of the door by himself. Although there were patrol guards, their dormitory was arranged at the back, and few people usually came here.
After two birds crowed, several shadows appeared beside Ma Hang. "Have you all arrived? How do you divide the work? Who will go with me?" Ma Hang asked in a low voice.
"I’ll go," said a voice behind the horse line
Hurriedly back to the people, he knew that he was a China officer and student who came with them. This man was very withdrawn and didn’t talk to anyone, and he didn’t care about anything else except his own affairs. This man was originally a small policeman from Fengtian police station and was recommended to Zhang Lin. Zhang Lin immediately ordered the head.
This man’s surname is Huang Mingjun. As the name implies, he is extraordinarily handsome, tall and thin, with a wide body, wide shoulders, big eyes and high nose. He is definitely a beautiful man. I heard that his father is Russian and who is his mother. No one knows where he is now.
"You" Ma Hang said in surprise, "You are one of them."
Huang Jun didn’t answer him. One of the people said, "Well, we’ll just wait here until you get people out and send them here. Let’s do it."
Ma Hang and Huang Jun are both students in the school. They are very familiar with every corner of the school. Walking along the forest is not far away from a cliff, which is the dividing point between the first floor and the second floor. Climbing the cliff is over a small mountain, which is behind the torture room.
Huang Jun did not say anything about climbing the cliff. This cliff is not very high but steep. It is a huge stone. After half of the explosion, a cross-section cliff is left, and some stone bumps are just right to climb Huang Jun’s hands and feet, and the finger strength is used to tightly buckle the stone cracks and step on the stone bumps. The whole person sticks to the stone wall and climbs a little.
Not to mention, Huang Jun’s method is by no means something that ordinary people can do. Although he is tall and very flexible, he is like a monkey in the stone wall and disappears into the night in three flashes and two flashes. Horse riding is a hunting background and has its own set of things.
Take out "Tiger Claw" and throw it hard. Grab the rope with both hands and pull it hard. I don’t know what the steel made "Tiger Claw" grabbed the cliff. Anyway, I pulled it hard and felt very stable. I grabbed the rope with both hands and stepped on the smooth cliff, and I climbed to the top.
About two people took a look at the cliff, and there was no movement on the second floor. With a wave of his hand, Ma Hang "walked" around the patrol guards and specially selected the shadow to touch the torture room on the third floor.
It’s late at night, and the lights are still on in the torture room. Masao Inoue looks very pale. All the instruments of torture can be used in the room. If Mu Yunchen is punished again, he will torture a student to death without proof, let alone be unable to explain to China or to the school.
Masao Inoue is very attached to Muyunchen’s stubbornness. If he is a Japanese, Masao Inoue will be very happy to have such soldiers in the Great Japanese Empire. It is a pity that the battle will be invincible.
"Mr. Mu, I’m going to ask you for the last time. Who did you go to the Woods with that day and what did you say?" This sentence has been asked by Masao Inoue for hundreds of times.
Mu Yunchen hung on the column covered in water, sweat and coma. When the torture instructor poured cold water on him after waking him up, Mu Yunchen’s mouth was bloody and his eyes radiated hatred and fierce light. He looked at Jing Zhengxiong coldly. "You’d better kill me. If I go out one day, I promise to take your head when I return to China."
"Ha ha ha" Jing Zhengxiong a few quick laughs "Yao Xi, then I really want to see how a disabled person killed me and continued to be punished"
Two torture instructors untied Mu Yunchen from the rack, dragged his two arms to the tiger stool next to him, tied them and looked at Jing Zhengxiong.
"Mr. Mu, you should have heard of this punishment. If you really get up, you will lose your legs. You still have a long life. Are you sure you want to live in a wheelchair forever?" Jing Zhengxiong put his twisted face in front of Mu Yunchen.
"Burst" There was a muffled sound outside the door. Masao Inoue kept quiet all the time. At night, one or two crickets came out, and there was no other sound. A burning smell got into his nostrils. "What is the smell? Go out and see."
A torture instructor knocked on the door and put his head out to look at the door. There was no moon in the dark night. In the distance, several dim street lamps shone alone on the mountain dirt road. No one even patrolled the guard. He went to the square to see the faint light behind the torture room and attracted him.
"Hello?" He is a little scared. He usually kills people without blinking. He sees the beating light, but his heart is worried. He knows that behind the torture room are prisoners who are tortured to death. He believes in Buddhism. He knows hell and torture.
"Who’s there?" He shouted to give himself courage. As soon as he reached the corner of the house, a black thing slammed into his head and climbed to the ground without saying anything.
"Make the fire bigger so that we can take advantage of the chaos to save people." Ma Hang took another hug of firewood and threw it into the burned torture room. The Japanese room likes the wood to be dry all the year round, making it the most easy to catch fire. The strong smoke finally poured into the torture room.