In the morning, Zhu Muyun would still go to Zhennan Hardware Factory first. As soon as www.biquge.info entered, he noticed an anomaly. People in various offices are making loud phone calls and shouting "hey, hey, hey".

"Director Chen, what's wrong?" Zhu Muyun passed by the General Affairs Office and saw that Chen Wangjin was also shaking the phone, and asked by the way.

"It looks like there's something wrong with the line." Chen Wangjin glanced up, saw that it was Zhu Muyun, and said.

"Telephone lines, which are overhauled every day, how can there be a problem?" Zhu Muyun was surprised and said that the maintenance personnel of the telephone bureau accounted for more than half of all employees. The telephone line of the Political Security Bureau is a military line, and there must be no problems.

"Who knows." Chen Wangjin reluctantly said that there was a problem with the telephone line, which seriously affected the daily work of the Political Security Bureau.

Soon, this incident alarmed the special high class. Because the special high school called the Political Security Bureau, no one answered. Benqing Zhengxiong sent Zhang Baipeng to the Political Security Bureau, only to find out that there was a problem with the telephone line. Ben Qing Zhengxiong strictly ordered that the matter be thoroughly investigated.

The special high school came forward, coupled with the nature of the Political Security Bureau, and the telephone bureau went all out to find out quickly. It was the telephone line from Zhongxing Road to Zhongshan Park, which was cut by someone. It happened last night, and there is no way to find out. Of course, there is no need to investigate such a thing, it must have been committed by the anti-Japanese forces.

Ben Kiyo Masao was furious and ordered the gendarmerie and the Political Security Bureau to come forward and gather the residents along the line to Zhongshan Park for torture. Zhu Muyun's investigation section was also required to draw out a squad of guards.

After Zhu Muyun led the people to arrive, thousands of people had already gathered in the square in front of Zhongshan Park. But there are still crowds, and there is a steady stream of people. Today's temperature is low, the north wind is howling, and Zhu Muyun is wearing a coat, and his nose is cold. These residents, who were suddenly evicted from their homes, trembled even more.

Zhu Muyun's guard team is responsible for guarding the surroundings. Looking at the compatriots in the square, being bullied by the Japanese military police at will, punching and kicking at every turn, and even passing with the butt of a gun, he turned around helplessly, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes. The Chinese were so bullied by the soldiers of other countries on their own land that if they had not received professional training, they would have rushed out with blood long ago.

But even if he endured it, his heart still seemed to be dripping blood. Out of sight is clear, simply leave the square and wander around. Originally, there were people playing in Zhongshan Park, but with the arrival of the Japanese military police and the political security bureau, many people were scared away. There were some people who were left to watch the excitement, but they only dared to look at it from afar, and did not dare to approach.

Someone once said that it is the nature of Chinese to watch the excitement. Even if it is one's own compatriots, someone will be killed by someone, and some people will look at all this numbly.

Until the afternoon, all the residents along the line were driven here, old and young, almost more than 2,000 people. Facing the black muzzle, everyone was silent, whether it was the old man or the child, with frightened eyes, looking around in horror.

Zhu Muyun originally thought that such torture would only last a few hours. But until 10 o'clock in the evening, there was still no intention of disbanding. Looking at the Chinese, hungry and cold, the Japanese military police wearing military coats laughed instead.

"If the perpetrators come forward, the punishment for all can end." Jiro Ono came over in a car, took out a big horn, and said in a loud voice.

Zhu Muyun heard the voice and walked further. These people are not separated, and he cannot leave. Zhu Muyun scoffed at Ono Jiro's request. How can the perpetrators be among these people? The special high class gathered more than 2,000 people together for torture, just killing chickens to show monkeys.

"Taijun, we really don't know who did it." An old man, who was already so cold that he couldn't stand steadily, leaned on others, and said weakly.

"I don't know who did it, so I can't go. Only by finding him can you go back. Ono Jiro said with a sneer. Today's matter, even if the perpetrators cannot be found, these people must be punished. The heavier these Chinese are punished, the fewer such things will be in the future. Otherwise, Gu Xing's phone line would be cut every day.

By the middle of the night, someone had already been subjected and frozen to death. But the Japanese have no pity at all, and they are still the same, and they have no intention of disbanding at all.

But at this time, the Japanese military police couldn't stand it anymore. The people in the Political Security Bureau kept stomping their feet, and their feet were already numb.

"Director Chen, the weather will be colder at night, and the surroundings are too dark, do you want to build a few fires for the soldiers of the imperial army?" Zhu Muyun met Chen Wangjin, who came to deliver supper to the Political Security Bureau, and on such a cold day, if he couldn't eat something at night, he couldn't bear it.

"That's not good, is it?" Chen Wangjin said hesitantly.

"Look at them? I can't stand it anymore. Zhu Muyun pouted, and seeing that Chen Wangjin was still hesitating, he said again: "Even if they can stand it, the brothers can't do it." ”

"It's no problem to make a fire, where can I get firewood?" Chen Wangjin said that as the deputy director of the General Affairs Office, he naturally did not want to be hated by the people of the Political Security Bureau.

"As long as you have money, are you afraid that you won't be able to buy firewood? You can rest assured, with this amount of money, you can still afford a subject. Zhu Muyun took out the money and handed it to Chen Wangjin.

Zhu Muyun didn't really want to light the fire for the Japanese, he noticed that more than 2,000 Chinese, the people gathered in the center, although hungry, were not too cold. But many of the people in the outermost part are almost unable to hold on. If you build a few fires around, you can make them suffer less.

"General Affairs Office, naturally we can't let the brothers freeze to death." Chen Wangjin took the money and was happy in his heart.

"If you have money left, buy some more wine. On a cold day, being able to drink wine is better than anything else. Zhu Muyun said again.

"No problem." Chen Wangjin said with a smile.

The temperature is getting lower and lower, Zhu Muyun naturally will not stand on the square and suffer from the cold, he walked into the park, found a sheltered place, lit a cigarette, and smoked greedily. In such weather, he just wants to hide under the covers. Especially when you sleep in a bed in an air-raid shelter, you can't feel the cold temperature outside.

Before the fire was lit, Zhu Muyun had been hiding in the corner. There was no fire in the square, only a few dim street lamps, and with the faint light, Zhu Muyun looked around quietly. Suddenly, he noticed that several dark shadows had appeared around him.

It just so happened that a Japanese gendarme came over to pee, and there was a black shadow among them, and he took the opportunity to touch it. Zhu Muyun touched his waist, although he was the section chief of the Investigation Section and was also equipped with a gun, Zhu Muyun kept the gun in the general affairs office and never received it.

"Brother Yang, is that you?" Zhu Muyun was very anxious, if the Japanese military police were attacked here, I was afraid that the more than 2,000 residents in the square would suffer even greater crimes. He originally wanted to speak out, but suddenly from the other party's body shape and walking posture, he felt very much like Yang Shiying.

PS: When I go back to the city today, there are only two shifts, and the evening shift will be a little later.