It's so hard, I'm dressed like a group favorite in the 1960s

After asking the Wan family, the next group to come is of course the people from Tian No. 3 Well.

"Tian Sanhaojing, don't you think you should say something to me now?" Jiang Junjun stared at the man lying on the ground in front of her, seemingly unaware of the pain all over his body, and said softly.

She thought to herself that this person had either lost the ability to feel pain, or had undergone special training to be able to endure such pain so calmly.

Tian Sanhaojing slowly raised his head, his eyes as calm as water, and looked at Jiang Junjun: "I have been waiting here for your arrival. As for your boyfriend, he has also been looking forward to your arrival.

He should also seem to know something!

Strangely enough, he hasn't asked me a single question in the past two days, making me almost forget that I'm already in prison. It's really surprising that you can remain so calm and composed."

Hearing this, Jiang Junjun frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "In that case, let's go to another place to talk." After that, she turned and walked towards the door.

This was the first time that Jiang Junjun took the initiative to propose changing the interrogation location. She had never taken such an action when dealing with the people from the Wan family just now.

"Okay!" Tian Sanhaojing didn't seem surprised by this and agreed readily.

Immediately, Jiang Langtian and Jiang Langfeng quickly stepped forward, dragging Tian No. 3 Well from the ground, one on the left and one on the right, and headed towards another room. Jiang Junjun followed them slowly.

At this time, Zhao Peng, who stayed where he was, inadvertently saw that when Tian No. 3 Well was taken away, Jing San, who was standing next to him, had a look of worry in his eyes that was difficult to conceal.

This subtle change in expression did not escape Zhao Peng's keen observation. His heart couldn't help but move, as if he had sensed some unknown secret.

"I won't ask, just tell me whatever comes to your mind.

If there's anything I want to know, I'll ask at any time." Jiang Junjun sat in front of the No. 3 well, looking at the man who had been lurking in China for so many years.

"Let me tell you this story from the beginning!" Tian Sanhaojing was staring at the front at this moment. His gaze seemed to travel through time and space and landed on a distant and vague point. His eyes looked extremely empty and lifeless, as if his soul had drifted away from his body.

"From the moment I was born, my father was absent from my life. Because of that cruel and ruthless war, he resolutely rushed to the battlefield, and his life and death have never been known since then.

The blows that followed were even more heartbreaking. Not long after, my mother became ill due to long-term overwork and eventually passed away.

I was only three years old at that time, ignorant and naive, but had to face such a tragic fate.

After losing the protection of his parents, his life became a mess and difficult.

In order to fill my stomach, I was forced to do everything I could to find food.

However, during a theft, I was beaten up. At this embarrassing moment, someone noticed my fierce and violent side and took me to the training camp full of blood and killing.

In fact, I knew very well in my heart that it was not a good place, but for me who was desperate at the time, as long as I could survive and be more cruel and ruthless than others, I could get food to fill my stomach.

So I gritted my teeth and tried my best to survive in that hellish environment.

Can you put yourself in their shoes and imagine for a moment? From childhood to adulthood, the only way to fill your stomach is to rely on blood-stained hands.

What is it like to live in such darkness and gloom…” At this point, Tian Sanhaojing’s words stopped abruptly. He slowly turned his head and glanced at Jiang Junjun and others in turn. However, it was not so much that he was asking questions to everyone, but rather asking himself, searching hard for the answer in his heart.

Fang Yanjin didn't know when he stood behind Jiang Junjun. He also wanted to know what the relationship was between this man and his father and brother.

At that time, I had an almost obsessive love for the sun.

“Whenever I bask in the sun, even though my body and heart no longer feel any warmth, I still love that feeling.

Isn't it ridiculous that a person with blood on his hands and covered in sin dares to talk about yearning for sunshine?

However, Tian No. 3 Well never expected that anyone would respond to his absurd self-questioning and answering.

"Later, fate pushed me to China. The only instruction I received was to lurk there and silently await further notice from the organization.

Those years of undercover work were undoubtedly the happiest time of my life. During this time, I met a group of like-minded friends, one of whom I will never forget: Fang Yanjin's older brother, Fang Yanming.

Fang Yanming is so optimistic and cheerful, like a scorching sun, constantly emitting light and heat, always shining on me in the darkness.

Every moment I spent with him was filled with laughter and joy, and those wonderful memories are still deeply etched in my heart.

Unfortunately, the good times didn’t last long. Such happy times are always fleeting. Just a few years later, I received a notice from the organization.

At that moment, I knew I was about to fall into endless darkness and struggle again. They really didn't let me go, not even giving me a moment's respite..." From Tian Sanhaojing's words, Jiang Junjun and Fang Yanjin knew that Fang Yanming and Tian Sanhaojing must have been good friends.

"I really fought, but they made my hands stained with his blood. These two days are also the time when I am most relaxed. No one will look for me anymore, or I wonder every day when this kind of life will end." When Fang Yanjin heard Tian Sanhaojing say that his hands were stained with his brother's blood, he rushed up and punched Tian Sanhaojing.

No one stopped him, and Jiang Junjun certainly wouldn't. This was what Tian No. 3 Well deserved, no matter how you tried to justify it.

"Haha, I'm still worse than your brother. When that guy found out, he beat me half to death." Tian No. 3 actually spat out blood from his mouth, thinking that Fang Yanjin had hit me too lightly.

"Hmph, I'm still keeping you alive because there are still many things that haven't been figured out." Fang Yanjin wiped his hands and looked at the pitiful man.

“Your brother tried to persuade me to rebel, and I was already tempted and agreed.

I think that instead of going back to that training camp, it would be better to end my life in China. This land has given me the only warmth.

But there are always some demons who won’t let you see the sunshine. They like darkness and want you to live in darkness.”