I want to be a good person

“Bang! Bang!”

Throat thrust, high whip kick.

He grabbed the neck and head with his hands and burst out with great force, only two crisp crackling sounds were heard.

The fight in the house did not affect the mood of the traitors outside. People's habitual thinking cannot be changed. This has been going on for more than a year, and nothing has happened.

Zhang Aiguo stood up and looked around the room. There was a faint smell of blood, and there were black spots on the hemp ropes, iron chains, iron rods, and branding irons.

Do no good things and do all kinds of bad things.

He picked up an iron rod, weighed it in his hand, and knocked on the door, but the traitor did not respond.

I knocked on the door again, but still no response.

He struck it again twice, using a little more force.

"Why are you knocking? Your mouth is down there, don't you know how to open it? You're not a woman."

This finally aroused the traitor's impatience. With a bang, the door was pushed open and the traitor poked his head out.

The team leader was still sitting there with his arms and legs tied.

The other two traitors lowered their heads and leaned against the torture instruments.

"Look at this bear, what is he doing? Do you want the boss to take action?"

The moment he walked in, he was still flattering me.

A gust of evil wind blew from behind my head, and the iron rod hit the back of my head hard. My eyes went black and my body fell limply.

He was tied to the torture bench and walked out the door.

"Cough~cough~cough"

Zhang Aiguo didn't say anything, nor did he dare to knock on the door, he just kept coughing dryly.

After coughing twice, the traitors outside could no longer bear it.

"What are you coughing about? How can you pee like a woman while standing?"

The gate was not bolted, so the traitor pushed it open and squeezed in. He stuck his head out to look at both sides of the alley, then reached out to close the door.

"bang"

A hard hit on the back of the head is a bit like being hit with a club. If the situation is unpredictable, it can easily kill the person.

He carefully bolted the door and walked into the house holding the traitor in his hand.

Five people's box guns were placed on the table, without even a spare bullet. Their status was not very good, no wonder they had to come out to hunt for food.

"呲"

A match ignited the scraps of paper, and slowly the wood burned the coals red.

Iron, chromium and iron were inserted into the brazier, absorbing the excess heat.

After taking off their clothes and tying up the three men again, it was found that not all the detective team members wore black silk jackets, coats and trousers, white vests, black felt hats, and carried box guns slung across their shoulders. They must be traitors who held some official positions.

Most of them dress better than ordinary people, with similar styles, and have the courage to hold up the plaster flag.

As for the traitor wearing yellow military trousers, riding boots and a cap, he, like the translator, is an important person, and his hairstyle reveals everything.

Just wash yourself and change your clothes, and it will be easy for locals to tell who is a foreigner.

The cowhide whips cracked loudly. After thirty or forty lashes, the three men's skin was torn and blood was gushing out.

When he regained consciousness, the pain soothed him. Zhang Aiguo brought a basin of salt water and poured it on everyone one by one with a gourd ladle.

Hiss, I feel so full.

She screamed and begged for mercy, but she didn't curse.

If you had such courage, you wouldn't be so servile as to be a slave.

But they are much better than those people who claim to be patriotic in words but honest in actions. They feel the sufferings of capitalist society with a critical spirit and go deep into the water to lurk.

When he was in power, he was righteous and irreconcilable, but after he abdicated, he worked hard and never stopped for a moment.

"what!"

Salt-cured meat is sick to the heart.

The cowhide whip was dipped in salt water and whipped a few more times.

"Good man, we were wrong. Please forgive us this time."

"We have no choice. The locust army, no, the Japanese forced us to do it. We have no choice but to do it."

Once you are caught, you beg for mercy and confess with a heart-wrenching feeling. What is the difference between you and corrupt officials?

They are all undermining the foundation of China. It is really unjust for them to survive.

"Tell me, where do you live? Where is the money hidden?"

"My good man, I really have no money. The devils took it all away."

Zhang Aiguo said nothing. He took out red iron chrome from the brazier and sprayed a mouthful of water on the triangular head, which caused bursts of white steam to rise.

Which one should you choose, money or life?

Or hard bones?

Before he got close, he heard a cry with a sobbing tone, and everyone rushed to speak first, fearing that they would speak slowly.

"Come on, you speak first. If you don't behave honestly, then you'll have to endure it slowly and see what happens to you."

There is no need to deal with the prisoner's effect. In order to survive, you must tell the truth without any hesitation.

The tip of the pen flipped on the white paper, and the three people looked at their dead colleague with envy. Alas, life is worse than death.

I was feeling hopeful for them in my heart when a devilish voice rang in my ears.

"You three, name these two."

"Good man, we have confessed everything, please spare our family."

Ah!

You have a conscience.

For officials who are corrupt, their entire family should be punished. If they have enjoyed the resulting profits and benefits, they must bear the consequences.

As the saying goes, when one person succeeds, the whole family will prosper!

Who can take care of the victims and their families?

Who else considers them?

I did something wrong and there wasn't even a simple apology. What's the point of asking for that?

I understand everything, but I dare not say it.

The Japanese devils' actions were so vicious.

All crows are black. They cover their lids and use the writing style of the Spring and Autumn Period. They are in cahoots with each other.

In a cannibalistic society, the practices, ways of eating, and methods may be different, but the essence has never changed.

"Okay, come on, let's verify each other."

Zhang Aiguo looked at the three people in front of him and thought of the aggressive De San. Those who were loyal to the little mustache basically committed suicide. Compared with them, the Japanese soldiers who shouted that they were loyal to Tianhuang were so ugly.

Shaking the paper covered with words, Zhang Aiguo smiled and stuffed his mouth with mud to represent the wronged souls and the people who had suffered. He demonstrated all the torture instruments. A black and white film was playing silently.

Don’t ask why you can represent?

Because I have the truth, why don’t you accept it?

Welcome to the debate, it will scare you to death.

The status of the detective team is third, lower than that of the Imperial Army Security Forces police. Fortunately, they have a regular system, although they are also restricted.

There is a locust tree in the yard, which has not bloomed yet. According to the flowering month, it should be a Sophora japonica.

Sophora japonica beans are not edible, but can be used as dyes. Fried Sophora japonica flowers can also stop bleeding.

The flowers that bloom in April and May are locust flowers. They have a strong and sweet fragrance and can be eaten but cannot be used as medicine.

He dug out a shovel, dug a few holes, and threw the five naked men into them.

Come naked, go naked.

Look at the branches of the tree, the lines are deep, and they bear the marks of time.

With these dirty fertilizers, perhaps it will flourish even more.

Open the windows, ventilate the room, and get rid of the bloody smell.

Northerners usually have a strong attachment to courtyards, and they cherish every brick, tile, flower and tree.

Draw a bucket of water and take a sip.

"Pfft, pfft, damn, that's a bit bitter."

Wash all the clothes, shoes and hats and hang them on a hemp rope to dry.

Different places have different people.

Xuzhou is divided by Pengcheng Road. The water on the east side of the road is sweet, while the water on the west side is bitter or half bitter.

He used a gourd ladle to scoop water from the large vat in the kitchen and lit the iron stove. He packed up everything quite well and made a lot of money by extortion.

Just flour and noodles, and a few eggs.

After a long time, all the neighbors around knew what the place was.

Looking at the green smoke coming out of the chimney, I was curious, but no one came forward to knock on the door.

The light and shadows flow obliquely among the leaves, and the white sunlight casts spots on the ground.

As the night grew darker, Zhang Aiguo changed his clothes, got up and left.

The moonlight tonight is somewhat seductive!