Marriage of the Republic of China

Snapped!

The high-wattage desk lamp cast a dazzling light, forcing He Lang to instinctively turn his head to avoid it.The scars on the face were wrapped into the wrinkles between the eyebrows, taut and shiny.The air was scorching hot from the heat from the light bulbs, and the northwest wind whistling outside the iron windows seemed to have weakened a little.

Passing a cigarette to his mouth, he heard Li Chunming's voice above his head: "I never thought we would meet again in this way."

After receiving the cigarette and lighting it with a match, He Lang raised his eyes to look at Li Chunming who was wearing a military uniform, and smiled lightly: "I haven't seen you for a few years, you're doing well, brother Chunming."

After many years of military service, the young man who came out of a small town in the northwest was burned out by the flames of war.With his eyes sinking slightly, Li Chunming raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "You are doing well, He Da, or should I respectfully call you... Naga?"

After years of breaking through the sea of ​​blood and waves, He Lang's state of mind is too flat to cause any ripples even in the midst of the turbulent waves.Hearing the other party mention the name that frightened many sailors, his expression didn't change at all: "Don't embarrass me, Brother Chunming, if I really have the ability to turn clouds and rain, I won't sit here and be interrogated by you."

Li Chunming gave him a noncommittal expression, put the whole pack of cigarettes and matches into He Lang's shackled hands, turned around and sat behind the interrogation table, opened the file, and said loudly: "Pirate Naga, whose real name is He Lang, male , 31 years old, originally from China, suspected of several ship robbery cases in the Strait of Malacca. The charges: violent robbery, kidnapping, murder, infringement of private property and disrupting the order of international ocean transportation. The Foreign Affairs Office of the Tianjin Military Management Bureau approved the arrest."

He paused and looked at He Lang, only to see that the other party looked calm and smiled harmlessly.This was the He Lang in his memory, and he was not at all the same person as the bloody and fearful cold-blooded pirate described in the dossier.

"Why come back?" He asked, "Isn't it good to control the maritime kingdom in Nanyang?"

The smoke drifted past, hiding He Lang's sight.After a long silence, he said calmly: "No matter what you plan to do with me, don't let Yunfei know, he will give birth in two months."

Li Chunming shook his head: "You have been accused by shipping companies of many countries, and the Foreign Affairs Office is performing diplomatic missions. We will not deal with you. After the interrogation, you will be escorted to Singapore, where the jurisdiction of the case is."

In fact, there is no need to ask, the only reason for He Lang to come back is Zhou Yunfei.What surprised him was not only He Lang's transformation from an honest mason to an all-powerful pirate, but also Chen Xiaomo's tight-lipped.Apparently his wife and Zhou Yunfei were too good to wear a pair of trousers, and he didn't know about He Lang's return for more than a year, so that when he received the order to arrest He Lang from his superiors, he thought that the pirate called "Naga" had followed him. He Lang has the same name and surname.

Putting the documents of the superiors who arrested He Lang in front of Chen Xiaomo, Li Chunming finally asked everything from the other party: He Lang came back this time to fulfill his promise and opened a maternity clinic for Zhou Yunfei.They got married and will soon usher in a new life.

Thinking of his past friendship, Li Chunming showed mercy and told his subordinates to leave some time for He Lang to inform relatives when carrying out the arrest task.He Lang had no intention of resisting arrest when he was arrested, as if he had foreseen this day.He called Zhou Yunfei, who was working in the clinic, and told him that he had urgent matters to leave for a few days, and then calmly got into the car.

After closing the file, Li Chunming took out another pack of cigarettes, popped one out and lit it.The hand holding the cigarette touched the cover of the dossier, and he let out a long sigh: "It's just me and my brother in the room now, tell me, how did you get to this point?"

"Since you have fought in battles, you must have killed people, Brother Chunming?" He Lang asked back.His voice was soaked in the lingering smoke, hoarse, heavy, and suffocating. "Do you remember the feeling after the first murder?"

Li Chunming was silent.He didn't know which bullet he shot knocked down the first enemy, but he would always remember the feeling of stabbing the bayonet into the enemy's chest for the first time—the blood was bloody, mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke, like a Wounds that never heal are seared into the chest cavity.

"I remember." He Lang stared at the trembling fingertips, his eyes revealed disgust mixed with fear, as if they were covered with crimson and smelly blood.

"But if he doesn't die, I have to die..."

Closing his eyes, he buried his face in his palms and sighed regretfully.

The smell of palm oil, like overfermentation, is sickening in the stuffy air.Forty hours of heavy physical labor lasted, even though the hut where the oil press was held was suffocated, He Lang fell into a deep sleep the moment he lay down.

The ship sailed to Malacca and encountered pirates. The cargo on board was looted, and the captain, chief engineer and first mate were all killed.The bandits transported these crew members to an offshore island in a small boat, and escorted them to an oil factory to do hard work.

The owner of the oil factory was a pirate, and he treated them like slaves—two-day shifts, bad food and insufficient food, as well as extreme heat and heavy labor, all of which made the able-bodied crew rapidly weaken.If they fall down, the guards will wake them up with water and dry them up, squeezing the last drop of blood and sweat from their bodies like oil.

People die constantly, and it is said that no one can survive here for more than two years.run?The cement wall of the factory is covered with sharp glass, and the outside is barbed wire with dense barbed wire. The only entrance and exit are firmly controlled by guards with live ammunition.Even if he could run out of the factory, the surrounding sea was boundless, and the boats were chained to the pier with arm-thick iron chains. No matter how good the water was, it was impossible for anyone to swim ashore.

The huge wealth exchanged for blood, tears and sweat made the boss shine from head to toe.He was fat as a pig, and had rings on every finger, the biggest emerald the size of a pigeon's egg.His favorite pastime was watching hungry slaves fight over a leftover chicken leg from him.

He Lang never competed with anyone for food, nor did he have the strength to fight.His strong body was quickly thinned out due to hard work, and it didn't take long for him to turn into a skeleton-like coworker who died silently in the hut in the middle of the night.

But he didn't want to die, there was still a loved one waiting for him to go back to Beiping.

"How big, how big!"

Being shaken awake by the crew on the same boat, He Lang's eyes were blurred.There was no light in the room, and it was pitch black.When his eyes got used to the darkness a little, he asked hoarsely, "Why aren't you asleep?"

"Today is the Sanluo Festival, the fat pig and the guards are both drunk." The voice of the crew was extremely low, "We plan to run."

He Lang suddenly woke up, turned over and sat up, his heart was beating loudly——finally, finally, this opportunity came!Seeing a few people getting up in the dark, he looked at the person who was still sleeping beside him, and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going to wake up the others?"

"There are too many people and the goal is big. If you can't escape, only the few on our boat are still alive." The other party made a gesture of silence.

He Lang nodded, and asked again: "How can we go without a boat?"

"The keys to lock the boat are all with Fat Pig, go and steal one."

He patted He Lang on the back and encouraged him: "Among us, you are the only one with quick hands and feet. Go quickly, and we will guard you."

The owner's room was in a small three-story building at the southernmost part of the factory. He Lang had been there several times to deliver bath water to the ladies whose names he couldn't even name.Before he had time to think about it, he accepted this errand, which was very likely to kill him on the spot, and quietly walked out of the hut with his companions.

There are still not completely drunk guards patrolling, but the number is obviously much smaller than before.Dodging those guards, He Lang was pushed up to the window on the second floor by his companions.He peeped through the window and peeked in quietly - on the huge bed, the owner was snoring loudly, and there were two naked women lying beside him.

Turning into the room, he tiptoed to the bed, held his breath and gently opened the drawer of the bedside table with trembling hands.Just as he stretched out his hand to the brass key that glowed brightly in the dark, the snoring beside him suddenly stopped.

He Lang turned his head mechanically, and saw that the fat pig's eyelids were slowly opening.Fear spread all over his body in an instant, and before the other party fully woke up and yelled, he instinctively grabbed the feather pillow that fell by his leg and covered it tightly!

It all ended so quietly that the two women who were sleeping on the bed were not even awakened.He knelt on the host's chest and pressed the pillow tightly, watching the hand holding the emerald hang down feebly, he even forgot to breathe.

—I killed... killed?

Rolling out of bed in a hurry, he vomited violently.

"After learning that I killed the field owner, those guards actually respected me as the boss."

He Lang raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, seemingly helpless: "I know I can't return to Yunfei's side, he is so kind, how could he be with a murderer like me?"

"No one can blame you for survival in that situation." Li Chunming shook his head regretfully, "But you shouldn't have chosen to become a pirate. He Da, you had a way out."

He Lang cast his sharp eyes from under the arch of his eyebrows, and his voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "Brother Chunming, do you know how many pirates like that fat pig have turned into serious businessmen after accumulating bloody wealth? I can assure you." , Everyone I kill is bloody and indebted."

Li Chunming narrowed his eyes slightly: "Are you proud?"

"But please have a clear conscience."

"..." After pondering for a moment, Li Chunming nodded, "I can't judge right and wrong, He Da, I will send you on board the day after tomorrow, I wish you a smooth journey, ah, don't meet pirates."

After saying that, he got up, picked up the file and walked out of the house.

"Brother Chunming," He Lang called to stop him from behind, "Please, you two, take good care of Yunfei and the child for me."

Pausing in his tracks, Li Chunming nodded with his back turned to him.

Three days later, Li Chunming received the news that the ship escorting the notorious Malacca pirate "Naga" caught fire on the high seas, and all the prisoners survived except the prisoners detained in the bilge.

He is not surprised.

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