Chapter 24 second quarter

Before looking at the materials in my hand, I hurriedly asked: "You don't believe that he killed someone?" Yang Yanpeng looked at me indifferently: "No, I believe it." "Then what do you mean?" "Brother He said, because you want to arrest Brother Han, everyone is against it, and the studio has already existed in name only." "So what? Should I lead the people in the studio to help him commit a crime or escape? Don't listen to Lao He..." "No, it's not..." He took off his glasses and looked carefully for a while, "Like you, I don't know why Brother Han would kill...do those things, but I want to believe that he has his reasons for doing this .”

"Yes, I believe it too." I patted my chest, "Yang Zi, you and I are both in this circle, so we should know how to draw boundaries." "I can understand you, but I can't possibly support you in doing this." Yang Yanpeng put on his glasses again, "You didn't fire me when you first took over the studio. Brother Han should have stopped me, right?" "It's me who made up my mind in the end. What? Is this worthy of your repayment?" "Although, I don't think you can succeed with just this bit of information, but what if—I mean, what if Brother Han was caught because he was kind enough to protect me at the beginning... Don't you think it's ironic? ?” He patted the document bag in my hand, “Anyway, this is the last time I will help you. If you want to find me to investigate Brother Han again, bring your detention warrant and come home and handcuff me.”

Watching Yang Yanpeng turn and leave, I clearly felt that Bin was not the only one who lost. It was me who betrayed all relatives. The value of the last batch of information was beyond my imagination—it covered the information I was most eager to get: 1994-1997, the blank three years. About "Tiger Bite": People's Army Special Forces in some countries in East Asia, Vietnam People's Army Army 861 Special Agent Regiment and Water Special Agent Regiment are still in use today. About the "Medical Assistance Corps": It entered Cambodia in early 1994 and was contacted by Bin Sen, the commander-in-chief of the National Revolutionary Army of the Khmer Rouge.

The point of intersection of the above two is: In 1997, Vietnam sent the 861 Special Agent Regiment "Naja" team into Cambodia to carry out a beheading operation.Based on this speculation, the target of the assassination may be Binson.On June 11 of the same year, Binson's family was killed in their residence in Anlong Wen.For the above information, Vietnamese officials have always refused to comment on it for the past ten years. In addition, on November 22, 1997, a "special operation force" entered Anlong Wen to carry out a rescue mission, and successfully rescued one of the imprisoned hostages. There were no casualties in the operation force.According to reliable sources, the hostage was named Huang Feng, and he was a survivor of the "Naga" squad.

Attached, available for visits: 1. Huang Feng, a survivor of the "Naga" squad, from Tianjin, currently residing in Minzheng Road, Sidao Town, Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region; 2. There are 32 people in the "Special Operations Force" roster; 3. Ruan Xunsong, former captain of the 861 Special Agent Regiment of the Vietnamese Army, may be the communication officer of the "Son Killing" operation. He is now retired and lives in Mong Cai on the border of North Vietnam; The Chinese, said to be Chinese-Thai or Chinese-Vietnamese, are well-known "brokers" in South Asia. Their domicile is unknown, and they seem to be familiar with the situation of the "Naga" team.

My first reaction was: Huang Feng, the most direct witness, is the easiest to find and the easiest to get results; and those who participated in the rescue operation are the least likely to be investigated. You know, the police are not recognized in the army's territory; Two, dispensable, try your luck. However, after I checked the map and carefully checked the names of the rescuers, the order of the first and last was simply changed. The first stop, Tianjin Hangu. After all these years in the police force, I realized that Chadian Prison is actually under the supervision of the Beijing Prison Administration Bureau, and the only branch office has been set up for this purpose.In addition to this unreasonable sense of closeness, it is probably due to the proximity to Yingcheng Reservoir and Bohai Bay. Although it is sunny outside the window and there is no air conditioner in the interrogation room, I feel the cool breeze and feel very comfortable.

I lit a cigarette, and I wanted to throw the cigarette and matches to the other end of the table, but after thinking about it, I stacked them on the table and pushed them lightly: "Are you okay?" Shi Zhan squinted his eyes and looked out the window, ignoring me and the cigarette in front of him. There was a familiar feeling of loneliness in the room. "I'm sorry, I haven't come to see you." I lowered my posture friendly first, "I don't know what to say when I see you. But don't get me wrong, I'm not here to provoke or demonstrate." Shi Zhan looked at me, smiled and said, "You don't look very good."

I was thinking that it might be unwise to ask this question: "Maybe, I'm here to ask you for help." He was silent for a few seconds, as if guessing my reason for coming, his eyes gradually softened, and he asked, "Xiaoying and the child, where are they buried?" "This... sorry, I don't know..." "I'm also sorry, I can't help you." After finishing speaking, he turned his head out of the window again. I finished my cigarette, and opened a yellow file in front of me: "Sentenced to eight years in prison for extortion, two years for obstructing public affairs, two years for intentional injury, combined for eleven years in prison - just because the characterization is too difficult , The Supreme Court has issued a special reply for your case... If the help you provide has results, I can find someone to submit the sentence reduction proposal directly to the District Court. If you are lucky, you can go out after another six or seven years Yes. Do you want to go out early?"

Shi Zhan seemed to think this was a very boring condition, so boring that it was ridiculous: "I don't want to." I closed the scroll and took a breath: "I can send someone to inquire about the tombs of Cai Ying and the child, and I can even call right now in your presence! Don't you want to go out early and see them?" "Yes." He replied calmly, "but I can't think of any reason worth helping you." Such confrontation will not bear fruit. I opened another blue file: "In September 1997, you participated in a reconnaissance exercise at the Dadu Port military base in Guangxi, but you were temporarily transferred to participate in a special operation, starting from Jinghong, passing through Laos, Sneaked into North Cambodia and served as a vanguard."

A trace of surprise flashed across Shi Zhan's eyes. "In the part where the file was made public, the action process was 'montage'. The result was very smooth: one of the hostages was rescued and escaped unharmed." I leaned over my desk, leaned over my head and stared at him, "Shi Zhan, you went to rescue Who is that Huang Feng?" He still shook his head with a smile, his eyes were calm and firm: "I don't know what you're talking about." "There is a record on the list! Shi Zhan, dare you say that you have not participated in that operation?"

"I participated." "On November 22, 1997, you raided the Khmer Rouge stronghold in Anlong Veng." "yes." "Did you rescue a man named Huang Feng?" "yes." "Then tell me who this Huang Feng is!" "I have no idea." "You know!" "It's impossible to tell you if I know." "The file has been made public, what else can you not say?" "What is not disclosed is the part that cannot be said." "I'm not asking you to spy on any state secrets. In fact, I'm not interested in politics at all. I just want to know who that Huang Feng is? The Viet Cong? The 'Naga' squad? Know what? Tell me!" Probably due to the awakening of long-standing memories, Shi Zhan's face gradually brightened: "Your name is Zhao Xincheng, right?" "good." "Zhao Xincheng, have you ever sworn an oath?" "Maybe, why?" "I once swore in front of the national flag that no betrayal will be tolerated." "It's fucking sublime." "Keeping promises has nothing to do with law or morality, it's a matter of personal choice." "Based on what you have done, how can you say that you are patriotic?" "No, I'm just being trustworthy." "Be so trustworthy that you are willing to be cannon fodder knowing that Cai Ying is using you?" "I promised her, and I did." "The price is to ruin the rest of my life? She betrayed you!" "That's her choice. I can't force others to choose something for my own choice." Shi Zhan pushed back the cigarette in front of him, "I admit, I'm disappointed. But since I chose to agree to Xiaoying's request , can't let her down. Do you know what disappointment is?" I lowered my gaze: "I don't know." "It's easy, go look in the mirror." It is said that there is no such thing as hope, so there is no such thing as disappointment. Only when there is hope can disappointment be possible. Hope for others comes from trust. Once trust is lost, disappointment will rise and linger. Yes, I must admit, I was disappointed. "The whereabouts of Cai Ying and the child, I will find someone to confirm and inform you." I pushed the cigarette back again, and tidied up the file on the table, "But I hope you can understand, that child..." "It's mine." Shi Zhan interrupted me, "I brought him into this world with my own hands, he is my child." I was stunned: "You already knew?" "No, I don't know anything." Shi Zhan stretched out his right hand to me, "But, thank you very much." Just as I was about to shake hands with him, I took out Bin's photo and handed it over: "Have you ever seen this person? I mean, did you do it when you were on a mission... Needless to say, if you haven't, you You don’t need to say anything.” Shi Zhan took the photo and glanced at it, then fixed his eyes on it like a maniac, with a hesitant expression. "This..." I heard his gasping "hissing" sound, "I can't say..." "Forget it, don't force it." I made a gesture to stand up, "That's it, take care, I will..." "No, I mean... I don't know if I've seen him." "what?" Shi Zhan pinched the photo with both hands, and twirled his thumb unconsciously: "Maybe, maybe not..." I was confused: "What do you mean?" He buckled the photo, looked up and asked, "Is this the one who disappointed you?" I seemed to see a mirror standing in front of me: "Yes." "Then you have to be careful." "Have you seen him?" "I don't know, I mean... I'm not sure." Shi Zhan flipped through the photo and looked again, "At around 3:00 p.m. on the 22nd, we temporarily changed the plan..." "You don't have to say..." "This is not part of the action plan. It was a complete accident. This person... Anlong Wen... It should be said that in mid-November, the entire Silun River Basin suffered continuous torrential rain. The rain stopped on the 22nd, but a rare rainstorm fell. Heavy fog, although the weather is conducive to the attack, but to be safe, the operation is scheduled for the night." "You say the plans have changed?" "Yes, because at three o'clock in the afternoon, someone launched an armed raid on Anlong Wen. To ensure the safety of the target, we had to join the war temporarily." "Anyone else? Who?" "I don't know—I really don't know. At that time, there was a feint attack force on the west side, with a large number of people and quite fierce firepower; there were also sporadic firefights in the northeast corner and southeast direction. We broke into the camp along the east fence and arrived smoothly. The place where the target was imprisoned, it turned out that the sentries and guards were all dead, and the target was missing." "Is there anyone else who came to rescue Huang Feng? But the records say that you guys..." "Yes, we thought the operation failed, so we immediately evacuated the same way. We didn't expect to meet the target and another person who came to rescue the target on the way." I pointed to the photo and asked, "Is that him?" "I came forward and fought against him." Shi Zhan stared at the photo, as if he was trying to remember, "The fog is too thick, and his face has camouflage paint, I'm not sure it must be this face. " "You said 'maybe'?" "That's because of his eyes. If you only look at the eyes, I can tell you: it's him. I've never seen this kind of—how should I put it—that kind of black feeling, so dark that there is no life." "and then?" "He handed Huang Feng to us and left." "Huang Feng didn't call him by his name?" "I don't know. When the captain was talking to them, I and others were guarding the temporary defense line. In short, if you want to deal with him, you'd better be more careful." "I fought with him..." "The two of us have also fought, that guy is stronger than you and me." Shi Zhan returned the photo to me, "If it weren't for that 95 that highlighted my identity..." "You said you were fighting with him?" "Well, face to face in the fog is face to face. He must have run out of ammunition and food, and he didn't even have a gun." "You didn't shoot?" "Scatter!" Shi Zhan hummed an old saying, "He never gave me a chance to shoot." The second stop is Mong Cai in North Vietnam.At the Dongxing border checkpoint, I hired an interpreter for two hundred yuan—plus his motorcycle. My request is: when you come to Vietnam for the first time, it is best to have a translator and guide. Deputy captain Sun of the border station said: "The translation is not good enough, the key is to be kind enough." The translator, driver and guide asked very concisely: "Ha Long Bay?" I took it right and said, "Potala." It seems that everyone is very open-minded, a deal. "Men wear green hats on their heads, women cover their faces with scarves, three mice per sack, ten mosquitoes per dish, motorcycles run faster than cars, it rains in the east and the sun shines in the west, loves with children behind their backs, spends money Use a big sack." Perhaps a part-time job is a very ambiguous concept, at least it provides a theoretical basis for the frequent changes of main and sideline jobs.Along the way, Aguan, the translator who drives a motorcycle, often sends some similar Guankou along the wind, which seems quite dedicated. Seeing is believing, in fact, there is not much difference between Mong Cai and some cities on the southwestern border of China.The skin color of the Vietnamese is not as dark as I imagined, and the girls are not as stunning as I imagined; there are a lot of motorcycles, a lot of slippers, a lot of people who can speak Chinese, and a lot of street stalls, but it’s a pity that the streets are super narrow; the houses are big It is really luxurious, and the small ones are really dilapidated, which can be used as a public service advertisement for the gap between the rich and the poor; the many French-style buildings that only show Vietnamese characteristics are more like sad lingoes revealing colonial history. Another thing that strikes me as strange is the hostility that lingers in the streets. Vietnamese people are generally thin and small, with a height of 1.75 meters and a weight of more than 140 catties, it is enough for me to be a burly man.Along the way, many locals would look at me curiously as a different outsider. Although I didn't see spittle or middle finger, I didn't feel friendly either. "Recently, it's not peaceful." Aguan told me, "The 'street gang' from Guangxi and Rong Xia's godson are robbing the casino and chicken coop business. They are outsiders, after all, they can't do the local snake... Who knew that the boss Zhou Qinian would come to meddle... I heard about it too. You see, there are very few people traveling now, otherwise my price would be more than two hundred yuan..." Since this is the case, it is advisable to make a quick decision: "Do you know Ruan Xunsong?" "Hey! Don't look at me, I'm dark and my surname is Ruan, but I'm not his father, I'm a Pingxiang born..." I reached out to the side of his face from behind, and twisted a green banknote to "rustle": "Help me find him." Like a chameleon, Aguan glanced at the money and the road: "Uh, what does this Ruan Xunsong do?" "Don't know, but he used to be a soldier." "That's easy. Go to 'Ye Lai Xiang' and ask. There is a distribution center for veterans. Mong Cai is a small place, so it's not difficult to find someone." "Evening primrose?" "That's right, Ye Laixiang, that's what Teresa Teng sang: Ye Laixiang I sing for you, Ye Laixiang I think for you, ah-ah-ah-I am for..." I stuffed the money into his trouser pocket: "Hurry up, shut up!" Ten minutes later, I heard the same singing voice again, fortunately this time it was Teresa Teng's original singing. "Ye Lai Xiang" is located on the bank of Chagu Beach. It has a wooden structure and a two-story building. It looks like a mahogany furniture and accessories store from the outside. When you open the door, you find that it is actually a bar. The room is very spacious, there are at least dozens of tables, and there are quite a few people, but basically there are no Chinese.There were several empty wine bottles and ashtrays piled up on all the tables, so I couldn't find a place to sit down at first.Later, Aguan told me that you can sit at any table where there is no one, because the bartender here only clears the table once a day.Except for the public karaoke performed by someone next to the bar, the atmosphere is quite peaceful. A man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth came to where I was sitting and said something that I didn't understand, and then he asked in Chinese, "Chinese?" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Aguan was a little panicked, and quickly took out a twenty-yuan note and handed it over: "Two bottles of beer." "Saigon or Dai Viet?" None of the empty bottles on the table was a brand I recognized. Apart from tadpole characters, I saw a few Arabic numerals: "333." The visitor took the money and went to the bar, brought back two bottles of "333" brand beer, and found me two Vietnamese dongs: one worth 10,000 and the other worth 5,000.I counted out 20 yuan, and pushed the "huge" change together: "Thank you, I still want to find someone." Aguan relayed my words again in Vietnamese, but I could tell that the man understood Chinese. He didn't look at the money on the table, and asked, "Who are you looking for?" "Ruan Xunsong." He frowned and went to see Aguan, who hurriedly repeated it in Vietnamese.Sure enough, it sounds quite different from the Chinese pronunciation.Afterwards, the two of them talked one by one. I couldn't understand the content, but I could see that Aguan was very cautious, while the other party was more tough. Sip the beer, it's cold and smells like corn. "333" brand, well, if it can be paired with "555" brand cigarettes and "999" brand gastrointestinal granules, it will be completely complete.Probably the bosses or mainstream customers here are fond of old Chinese songs. Most of the songs played on the speakers are Teresa Teng, Wu Yingyin, Zhou Xuan, Wei Xiuxian and other songs that I can't recognize at all. Occasionally, Cai Qin's "Leave the Sadness To myself" will make me feel very fashionable.At a table near the bar, someone was humming loudly—— In fact, I noticed this man as soon as I came in, because he was very eye-catching: his skin was whiter than the people around him, and his figure was quite tall. He didn't look like a Vietnamese at all.He hugged two local girls left and right as if no one else was around, and rapped loudly in a mixture of Vietnamese, Chinese and English, but the locals around him didn't care, and even showed catering smiles from time to time. Aguan leaned into my ear: "He said, Ruan Xunsong hasn't been here recently, if you want to find another broker, he can introduce you." "Ask me what a 'broker' is...I mean what do 'brokers' do here for a living?" "Grandpa, don't you know?" A Guan stretched those narrow eyes to the limit as much as possible, "'Broker' is the middleman, you can go to these people to buy anything you want, women, children, prostitutes, Organs, big guns, news, human lives... If you can afford it, there is nothing you can’t buy.” "The paradise of the commodity economy." I whistled, "Then let him introduce me to a broker who can find Ruan Xunsong." Aguan talked back and forth with that person, turned his head and translated to me: "He asked, are you looking for 'Water Bay Broker' or 'Deep Sea Broker', the price is different." These two unique titles made me secretly laugh. It turns out that Vietnam also likes the saying that "the water is deep and the water is shallow". The room was a bit stuffy, I took a sip of beer and cooled down: "Is there a 'menu' for me to choose?" Aguan definitely did not dare to directly translate my words: "He said that one kind of money on the table is enough, and the other kind costs millions of dong." Although I don’t understand the exchange rate, the price tag of “millions” made me think about the value hidden behind it: “How much is that? I mean RMB.” "Four to five hundred yuan." "I'm rich." I took out my wallet and put six hundred-yuan bills on the table, "I'll have two more beers and try a different brand." Aguan was still translating, but when the man saw the money on the table, he presumably understood what I meant.With a contemptuous smile raised at the corner of his mouth, he said in somewhat blunt Chinese, "I'll just introduce you." I nodded and shook the empty bottle in my hand: "Don't forget to order two more bottles." The man smiled frivolously, picked up the money on the table, opened his shirt, and stuffed it into his belt.I saw that he was still wearing a dagger with a leather sheath, so I unconsciously leaned back on the back of the chair, using the presence of the stick to relax myself. Afterwards, he pointed sideways to the pale and big man who was pinching his throat and moaning, "Stop singing Yangguandou, hold the white jade cup again, speak attentively, and hold the king's arms firmly", and said, "Tear money..." The muscles of my whole body tensed immediately, and I didn't pay attention to what he said. I silently scanned the direction of several exits in the room, and at the same time touched my waist with my right hand... until Aguan said to me: "He said that person is the last one. The famous 'Deep Sea Broker'..." Oh, the money is easy to earn. "Then what did he say 'tear money'?" "No, no, he said: That man's name is Shi Tian." The iron shoes have not yet been worn out, so it is really easy to get them easily. "Shitian?" I sat down across from him, "Dong Shitian?" Shi Tian was still humming, "Red leaves put rouge on it, and white clouds put makeup on it", but the eyes that looked at me seemed sinister and cunning.He was supposed to have a slender face, but it was transformed into a square-shaped face by the increase of fat in the middle age, and there was a circle of blue stubble around his thin lips.After singing a song, he tilted his head, raised his broad shoulders like a gorilla, and raised his eyebrows at me. I held up ten yuan and snapped my fingers to the "introducer" just now: "I'll buy you a drink." "Sorry." Shi Tian spread his hands and raised his shoulders, "Am I familiar with you?" I pointed to Shitian and handed the money to the visitor: "What should I call it? Old Dong? Or 'Deep Sea Shitian'?" Shi Tian called the man back, took the ten yuan from him, tore it in two, and threw it in front of me: "Who said you can sit here?" I began to wonder if "Tearing Money" was his Vietnamese name. After holding back for a while, I pointed to the "introducer": "He said you are the most famous broker, and you are the version of Deep Sea. I want to buy some news from you..." "I don't think Zarao can afford my price." He raised his voice, and some people around him immediately focused their eyes on me, "Get lost!" I turned around and saw Ah Guan's calves shaking, so I smiled and said to him, "Ah Guan, go out and wait for me, it's okay." Turning around again, several people had already gathered behind Shi Tian. "Smoking?" I ignored the group of villains around me, put a cigarette in my mouth, and handed over the cigarette case. Shi Tian ignored it. I lit the fire by myself, and then fiddled with the lighter, "I have a friend , he had 'N—A—G—A' engraved on his lighter, and he said..." Shi Tian suddenly raised his hand, interrupted me, and at the same time shouted back the people around him: "He introduced you?" Just get off the donkey: "Uh huh, I'm a friend of 'Naga'." Shi Tian put his right hand into a girl's blouse, smacking his lips with great interest: "Except for Huang Feng, there is no one alive in the Naga team. Which one do you know?" This can only be guessed: "Then it seems that I know two dead people." Shi Tian's pupils suddenly narrowed: "Which one called you here?" "I said, two dead people." He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "How do I know if what you said is true or not?" I took out a photo from my pocket and put it on the table. It was a group photo of me, Xuejing, Bin and Yichen in "Fingerprint" last year.Shi Tian pulled out his right hand, held the photo very close to his eyes, and examined it carefully: "Your wife's tits look good, but I don't know how they feel in the hand." "Be careful what you say!" "Otherwise what would happen?" Shi Tian threw the photo back on the table, "You should be thankful, there is no such photo or the photo is fake, your wife should be a widow. Little liar, son of a bitch! There are no more than two people talking to them at the same time, one is me, and the other is definitely not you. Fortunately, the one you know can barely save your life." The phone in my pocket was vibrating, but I didn't dare to answer it. I just felt the hairs on my body standing on end, veins twitching in my temples, and cold sweat seeping out from my ears.Calm down, calm down... He wasn't bluffing, but he didn't dare to do anything to me either.That's right, Shi Tian didn't dare to talk nonsense about Yi Chen in the photo, and he didn't tear the photo in half like he did with ten yuan... Could it be that he didn't dare to offend Bin? I raised the wine bottle to my mouth to cover my face: "Han Bin said, there are some things I want to know, I can ask you." "Really?" Shi Tian's gaze was still aggressive, and he picked up the phone on the table and pressed it a few times, "It's okay, let's see if what you said this time is the truth." I became more nervous, digging holes and jumping by myself, I was really tired of working. Fortunately, the phone doesn't seem to be connected.Shi Tian thoughtfully tapped his front teeth with his mobile phone, and yelled to the bar, and then the music stopped. Seeing him dialing again nearly choked me. The call was successful this time.Shi Tian spoke Vietnamese in a deep voice, his tone was quite concerned, and he glanced at me vigilantly from time to time.I couldn't help but regret why I let the translator out just now, so I had to try my best to put on an expression of indifference, and at the same time quietly put the chair back by mistake, ready to strike first. Shi Tian hung up the phone suddenly, and laughed: "You are really not a little liar. Since you have been in this business, you are the first one who dares to lie in front of me twice in a row." I didn't make any response. Although Shi Tian's words were harsh, he didn't reveal obvious killing intent. "Lucky bastard!" Sure enough, he was a little disappointed that he could not put the threat into practice, "Someone wants to kill you. So, you are also lucky to be the first living person who can lie in front of me twice in a row. " After confirming my guess, I felt inexplicably gloating, and I choked on him: "Everyone in the room has to look at you. It's up to you whether to kill me or not?" Shi Tian snorted coldly, and put his "left hand" on the table with a "click"——I didn't realize it was a prosthetic limb. "Don't worry, want to die? There are plenty of opportunities." Assuming he got in touch with Bin, it would be unwise to make up nonsense.And after a few hours of pushing and drinking, I found that Shi Tian is actually a good chat partner if we treat each other with sincerity.He seemed intrigued by my relationship with Bin and traded my tirade for not letting a gang of Vietnamese thugs sodomize me. "It's hard to imagine that he can adapt to that kind of life." Shi Tian hummed the tune of "Three Years of Parting and Reunion", his eyes filled with alcoholic redness, "Three years of parting and reunion—ah—ah ——You must want to know what he did during that time. However, this seems to have nothing to do with your ultimate goal, don't you want to catch him?" I smoke noncommittally. "A brother who has been with me for nearly ten years is a stranger. I feel aggrieved." He hummed a nursery rhyme for a while, rolled his eyes, "Do you think it would be a shocking case if he killed two people in mainland China? Drizzle Lah...you don't know, the lives he held in his hands are countless." "Bin disappeared in Beijing in 1994. Did he come to Vietnam?" "As far as I know, probably." "What is he doing here?" "I don't know, no one knows." "and then?" "The People's Army was making up the numbers at the time. He was caught in a daze and thrown into the artillery company of the 126th Brigade. There were many Chinese soldiers in the same unit as him, and one of them was the tough man you had met but didn't know." "You mean the assassin?" "The two of them are good brothers. I heard that they had teamed up to kill an officer in the army before." "Are they friends?" "Originally, there were some unexplainable grievances and grievances later. Coincidentally, the then General Secretary of Vietnam in the "People's Army Daily" particularly emphasized the need to unite the socialist fraternal countries and provide solid protection for the foreign soldiers of the People's Army , or it may be because the "Sino-Vietnamese Joint Communiqué" had just been published...Anyway, the two of them hitched a ride, killed someone but didn't get shot, and instead were transferred to the 861 Special Agent Regiment at the Hanoi Army Training Base." "The 861 Secret Service...he also participated in the 'Son Killing' operation?" "Otherwise how could he have entered the 'naga'?" "The 'NAGA' engraved on the lighter he often used should be the pronunciation of 'Naga'." "'Naga' is a snake god in Cambodian myths and legends, useless! Those Vietnamese homosexuals are far better at making up names than oral jobs." "Who are they going to kill? Binson?" "It seems that you still know something... At that time there were rumors that the commander of the Red Khmer Rouge intended to surrender to the Lin Wang government. Maybe Vietnam supported another faction, so they went to disrupt the situation." "What's the meaning?" "It's boring—anyway, it is rumored that at midnight on June 10, Anlong Wen infiltrated a team of assassins, and Binson's family was killed. At that time, I was still working for people in the New Golden Triangle area. There was a lot of trouble, and the entire North Cambodia The whole area was hit. Lin Wang, the commander of the royal coalition army, believed that it was the second son of the Shamar royal family, Pei Lashan, who did the trick. As a result of the secret intervention of forces, troops from all sides swept North Cambodia wildly. Arms, white powder, armed escorts... there is no business to do." "Then how do you know them?" "After a few days, the survivors of the 'Naga' team appeared in the New Golden Triangle, and there were only two left." "It's Binhe..." "One of them is a friend of yours, but he's not called Bin." "What's his pseudonym? What's his name?" "This, I can't say." "why?" "Because their names are forbidden in Cambodia and Vietnam." "Stop talking nonsense." "Hehe." Shi Tian leaned forward and lifted his belt, and sat down again, "The final consensus on Binson's death was the result of Passowett's own 'cleaning up', who knows... The problem is, don't Regardless of whether the 'Naga' team personally killed Binson, followed them in and out, and lost countless confidential documents-it's all explosive." "Abducted by the 'Naga' team?" "Or one of them took it away." "Is it Bin?" "I don't know, and I'm not interested in knowing. But because of these gossip documents that record gossip about the Khmer Rouge, there are still countless people looking for the survivors of the 'Naga'. If I reveal any name to you, there is no guarantee that you will not be there. If you blurt it out at some point, those 'countless people' will definitely fuck you up your ass and force you to tell their whereabouts--poor, because you don't even know, wouldn't it be wrong to be fucked for nothing?" "Are you not afraid of those 'countless people' coming to fuck you directly?" "I'm a special case, a special case among special cases." Shi Tian stretched out his red tongue and licked his lips, quite proudly, "No one wants to go against the black and white in the entire South Asian region." Regardless of whether there is any element of bragging in his words, anyway, I dare not confront him at the moment: "That is to say, Bin's comrade-in-arms back then is hunting him down?" "It's up to you." "why?" "No reason." "Hey! Don't you claim to be 'Deep Sea Broker'?" "'No why' means 'you don't have to know'." "I know everything about you, and I can't say enough. It's too dishonest for you to say that." Shi Tian smiled quite rudely: "If you want to be righteous, you have found the wrong person." I wondered if there was another way to go: "By the way, can you find someone named Ruan Xunsong?" "You want to order me for such a trivial matter?" "I just hope I didn't find the wrong person again this time." Aguan was right about one thing at least: Mong Cai is a small place, so it is not difficult to find people. Walking southward not far from "Evening Fragrance", you get into the center of a dilapidated residential area. There is a small open-air food stall. More than a dozen shirtless and tattooed Vietnamese men are squatting or sitting, entrenched around, brushing. He cast a fierce look at us and his party.I can tell that these people are different from the veterans who drink wine, hum ditties, and pick up chicks in "Evening Fragrance", they are out-and-out desperadoes. After I took a glance, Ah Guan's face was much paler than his true color. Shi Tianhun didn't care, pointed to a crooked man in the corner and told me: "That piece of rubbish is your friend. By the way, he can't speak Chinese." I called Aguan to go there together, and before I took two steps, a human wall was erected in front of me—four locals blocked the way.Although the tallest of them only reached my nose, they looked like a pack of hyenas with bared brows.I looked back at Shi Tian: "Could you please accommodate me?" Shi Tian shrugged his shoulders in his signature way: "Am I familiar with you?" I handed the bag to A Guan, stepped forward, regardless of whether they understood or not, I just bowed my head and muttered: "Excuse me, excuse me..." A hand touched my chest and pushed me back.I hold the swing stick in the back of my backhand. Shi Tian coldly reminded: "Let me just say: If you want to die, there are plenty of opportunities." I stared at those four people, and at the same time, I looked around at the scene that was about to move. I slowly let go of my hand, reached into my back pocket, and took out a roll of banknotes... Shi Tian's tsk tsk sneered from behind. Ruan Xunsong is a surprisingly short guy with a rosaceous nose and scarred eyes. His age is obscured by the hills and valleys all over his face. His bare arms have bulging veins and thick knuckles. Some traces of his military career can be seen. I wanted to invite guests to drink as a meeting gift, but the pinhole in his finger made me change my mind—cash would probably be more welcome.I asked Aguan to tell him: answer my question, ten yuan per question. What I want to know most is: What happened between Bin and the "Naga" team? After listening, Ruan Xunsong extended ten fingers to me for confirmation. I nodded and asked, "Who were the members of the 'Naga' team you sent in the 'Son Killing' operation in 1997?" I was pleasantly surprised by the clear memory of this alcoholic and poisonous bug: Captain Yao Jiang, first commando Wu Hongshan and Ruan Ba, second commando Huang Feng and Feng Cai, sniper Ruan Xiongyong, deputy sniper Yang Xin, medical soldier Pan Guangcheng, communication Bing Puxing. Maybe he was afraid that I thought he earned too much money, so before I could continue asking, he added like an endorsement: On the afternoon of June 6, the "Naga" team set off from the base to Liaobao, and then entered Laos from Liaobao. ，穿越老挝南部抵达班北松，沿扁担山脉进入北柬，十号上午十一时抵达安隆汶，并于午夜零时展开行动。 我丢过去十块钱，追问道：“后来呢？” 阮勋宋的回答开始断断续续含糊起来：行动开始后不到半小时，“纳迦”小队在现场与指挥部取得联系，队长姚江报告说宾森全家都死光了，而他们正遭到赤柬部队围攻，请求撤退。 尝到了前面的甜头后，我攥着十块钱，并未急于散财。 果然，他又补充：指挥部同意了“纳迦”小队的撤退请求，并告之接应部队将在柏威夏以北十五公里处与他们汇合。突围战很激烈，大半队员阵亡。 我丢下钞票：“我知道黄锋被俘了。其他人呢？” 阮勋宋眨眼的频率明显加快，闪烁其词：当时各方势力都急于表白自己，“纳迦”小队损失惨重，撤退失败，剩下姚江和阮八临时改变路线，去了新金三角地区。 我在大脑中飞快地过了遍地图：“不对吧，新金三角在你说的汇合地点以东，他们要去那边，不就已经路过汇合地点了么？” 阮勋宋似乎是毒瘾上来了，神经质地挥着手：他们一定是受了某方势力的引诱，叛逃了。 我抬手握着空拳一个嘴巴把他抽翻在地，周围的人有些骚动——很好，胡萝卜加大棒政策还能同时震慑到其他人，一举两得。阮勋宋被打得不轻，半晌没爬起来。我拿出五十块钱，用空酒瓶压住，敲着桌子对阿关说：“叫他起来！想要钱就继续回答问题！” 没等阿关把话说完，阮勋宋已经被那张纸币吸引回桌前，咧着一口黄牙，松弛的面部展露出贪婪与谄媚的混合表情。我伸手按在酒瓶上，问他：“知道韩彬是谁么？” 阮勋宋只顾盯着钱，我让阿关又问了一遍，他才反应过来，茫然不解地摇摇头。 我掏出合影，连那五十块钱一起推到他面前，指着彬：“照片上这个人是谁？姚江还是阮八？” 阮勋宋飞快地把钱抽走，嘴里发出满意的咕哝声。随后，他看了照片一眼——只一眼，就像石瞻一样，被牢牢地吸引住了。 “暗努瓮阿苏腊……”他的声音有些颤抖。 我问阿关：“这孙子说什么呢？” 阿关告诉我：“他说的是安隆汶……安隆汶的什么……” “暗努瓮阿苏腊，暗努瓮阿苏腊……” 阮勋宋还在不停地念叨着这句话，表情愈发恐惧。时天突然坐到我身旁，我一愣，随即发觉有几个人围了过来。 “惹出麻烦喽。”时天把义肢搭在我肩头，“这白痴怕是嗑药嗑昏了头，真是口不择言。” “他说的是什么？” “暗努瓮阿苏腊——他说的是：安隆汶的死神。” 随即，我听到一声金属撞击的前奏。 不是自夸，从刑侦到预审，预审到治安，治安再回到刑侦，一路下来，任凭多少刀光剑影、血雨腥风，我向来是双拳开路，所向披靡；多大的阵仗都经过，多骇人的场面都见过，多凶险的境地都扛了下来——但当阮勋宋随着一声巨响在我面前血溅五步的时候，除了耳鸣的回声外，留给我的，只有难以置信的震惊。 光天化日、众目睽睽之下，一个正在和我对话的大活人……没有骂骂咧咧，没有威胁恐吓，没有动手动脚，更没有枪顶后脑聊大天的肥皂桥段，震耳欲聋的丧钟响毕，一切已经结束了。 七点六二毫米的弹头把阮勋宋打得先是撞在桌面上，然后像断线木偶般瘫倒在地；与此同时，那把“黑星七连发”的枪口微调方向，对准了我。 我本以为，马上就会传来撞针触发底火的声音——属于我的那一响丧钟。 有人拱了我一下，等我回过神，才发现时天往我身前一别，用半侧肩膀挡住了我的胸口。对方——我才看清拿枪的是个胸口文着黑色罂粟花的青年汉子，冲时天大喊一句，同时挥动手里的家伙，似乎是让他闪开。 我听到机械轴承的转动声——时天熟练而协调地令义肢与真臂左右摊开，耸动肩膀，回敬了一句越语。虽说听不懂，但内容大致能猜到。 枪口立刻转向了他。 我抽出甩棍，准备拼了。面前站着三个人，周围还有大约七八个，如果能一出手放倒这个拿枪的，甚至是夺到武器，没准儿能换得一线生机。 不想，时天站了起来，右手撑在桌子上，身体前倾，肆无忌惮地把脑袋凑到枪口前，装模作样地眯着右眼看了看枪膛，说了两句什么，猛地朝枪上啐了口痰。 “黑罂粟”受此大辱，自然是下不来台。他情绪激动地甩掉枪上的浓稠液体，紧接着朝时天的上半身来回比画，口中大吐秽语。时天却好似一座冰雕，隔挡在我和那把嗜血的凶器之间，纹丝不动。 僵持了一阵，其他人陆续围上来，吵吵嚷嚷地把“黑罂粟”和他的另两名同伴推开了。我注意到他们个个身上都别着长短家伙，不禁庆幸刚才没来得及冲动。 时天盯着那人收起枪，才站直身子，扭头对我说：“走吧。” 背包被丢在地上，阿关早已逃得不知去向。我捡起包，看到上面挂着星星点点的血迹，继而发觉自己衣服上也差不多。时天始终站在我和那群人之间，并小声告诫我：走的时候不要太慢，也不要跑，尽量别回头看。 我一声不吭站起来，情不自禁地穿过时天的臂弯，看了眼倒在地上的阮勋宋：他双目圆睁，了无生气地注视着自己的血从面前流淌经过；左手捏着那张要了他命的合影，右手不自然地垂在裤兜旁，仿佛在保护露出了一角的五十块钱。 不知走出多远，我突然觉得浑身虚脱一般，乏力到难以支撑的地步，只得靠在一间民房的墙边稍事休整。掏烟的时候，手在抖，时天也拿了一根，并帮我点上火。 我大口地喘气，汗如雨下，刚抽一口就呛到了自己。时天还是那副玩世不恭的表情，但眉宇间似乎颇有些忧虑：“最近这里不适合中国人来，我陪你走到北伦河吧。” “他们居然……”我最终还是感到了愤怒，“不该去报警么？” “你跟他很熟么？”时天摊手耸肩，吐出一串烟圈，“早死早投胎，没什么不好。” “'安隆汶的死神'——姚江和阮八这两个名字，当真是禁语？” “芒街最近的形势相当微妙。”时天没有正面回答我，“你个小警察有本事就去抓你想抓的人，别搅到这些旧日恩怨里来。” 我没打算放弃：“彬就是'安隆汶的死神'？” 时天拍着自己的义肢：“怎么说呢……十一月二十二号，一九九七年，我亲眼看见自己这条胳膊从面前飞过去——那天，死神无处不在。” “你也在场？” “那天有很多人杀进了安隆汶，只不过活着出来的没几个罢了。”时天右手灵活地翻转着香烟，“'安隆汶的死神'是后来南亚各路黑道的一种精神象征，类似于关二爷……姚江和阮八，是神龛上的活佛。” “彬是哪一个？” 时天思索了一会儿，摇头道：“你最好识相一些，别插到他俩中间去。” “现在另一个人就在追杀彬，他们之间到底发生过什么？” “很难说清楚，大概是命吧。” “什么命不命的，还不都是人选的！” “你刚拣回条命，总不能说是猜对了硬币吧？”时天蹲下来，笑得相当轻狂，“你会觉得是我选择救下你，因为那帮疯子不敢杀我，对吧？——哈！你一定是这么想的。我猜中了，一定是被我猜中了！可万一那家伙真开枪了呢？或者枪走火了？再或是他们一起把我按倒，然后在我面前将你先奸后杀……无数凑巧或不凑巧叠加起来，你才留下条小命。你选择，我选择，他选择，所有人都在选择……嘿嘿，我们在选择命运，殊不知，命运也在选择我们。” “你的意思是，他俩必然会……” “也许吧。”时天起身，向我伸出右手，“三年艰苦特训有可能培养出一部杀人机器，但要想在子弹横飞的战场上穿梭自如，光凭实力？做梦去吧！” 拉起我，他转身瞥了眼北伦河的方向：“那天的雾好大，安隆汶就像座白色的迷宫，你唯一能做的只有摸索，然后等待与死神的不期而遇。” “姚江和阮八，他们都去救黄锋了！对么！十一月二十二号那天，他们都杀回安隆汶了！而且，他们都活着出来了……” “他们不是一般人。或者在我看来，他们根本就不算是人。” “你是想说，命运选中了他们？” “No！他们大概不需要等待命运来选择吧。”时天撇着嘴，又在摊手耸肩，笑得异常诡异，“你不是刚听到了么？他们本就是掌控命运的死神嘛。” 进出芒街，前后只有不到三个小时。我不甘心第一次异国之旅收获如斯可怜，却也明白继续待在这里会有性命之忧。一路上，时天不肯再透露彬的往事，失望之余，我想到还有另一个牵挂的谜团——圣雷森基金会派遣的医疗团。 对这件事，想必时天是有些了解的：“知道，我和那个带队的打过不少交道，今年他还找我搭过两回线……那小子，一看就是个'人才'——真正的、罕见的下贱坯。” 我回忆了一下，疑惑地问他：“今年？可孟京涛零一年就失踪了。” “第一，经手的买卖，我不会记错。”时天敲了两下太阳穴，斜睨着我，“第二，孟京涛是谁？” “孟京涛就是……”我脑筋一转，“他的化名，他本名叫什么来着？” 时天精明得令人尴尬：“这名字不值钱，我免费送你：他叫梁枭。” 我都觉得脸热：“哦，那他……他找你什么事？” 他用摊手耸肩的标准回应诠释了“深海掮客”的“职业操守”。 我索性回到原先的话题上，问他：“那九四年这个医疗研究团队与赤柬接触的目的是什么？” “救死扶伤喽。” 我第一反应是不信，立刻发觉时天在用表情告诉我：这似乎又属于“我没必要知道的事情”。 “彬几乎杀光了那支队伍里所有的人。” “如果真是这样，那他一定有大开杀戒的理由。” “那十个人九四年去的柬埔寨，彬却追杀这些人至今——什么理由能让他耗费十多年的精力去这样做？时天，你知道的，我求你告诉我。” “我确实不知道。”时天的语调总显得影影绰绰，难辨真假，“老实说，我也挺好奇这事。” "You didn't ask him?" “酒后壮胆，问过。” “他没告诉你？” “他说——”还是摊手耸肩，语意双关，“与你无关。” “现在与我有关了。这些人和宾森直接接触过，'纳迦'小队九七年又是去刺杀的宾森，这之间恐怕有什么关联。” “也许因为他是个人道主义战士？哈……”时天抽了下鼻子，头转向另一侧，“你认识他正常的一面，我认识他'正常'的另一面，可又有谁敢说了解他？” 行至东兴关口的桥头，时天停住了，朝我扬起义肢：“送君一别，赶紧回去吧。你老婆看上去还不错，想死的话记得把她托付给我。” 我才想起刚刚欠下好大的人情，忙掏出钱包：“对了，一直忘了谢你……” 时天另一只手敏捷地从我手上抢过钱包，看了看，抽出一张十元的纸币，把钱包塞回我的口袋里：“算你请我喝酒。” 望着眼前这个游弋在灰色地带的同胞，我心中忽然沉甸甸的：“能不能……留个联系方式给我？我是说，以后有机会我再来好好请你喝一杯。” “心领了。”时天的回绝在我的意料之中，但他继续解释道，“我居无定所，电话勤换，给你没意义。再说，你今天都看到了，现在芒街是是非之地。周戚年以为可以趁乱拣便宜，这猪猡就不明白什么叫'强龙不压地头蛇'……我只能告诉你，不要再来这里——无论你为了什么，都绝不要再来这里。” “就因为黑社会在争地盘？” 时天有些无奈地盯着我：“九七年十一月二十二号，知道我在安隆汶看到了什么？” 我回忆了一下：“你说过，你看见自己的左胳膊飞出去。” “那只是一个与我有关的表象。”他轻抚着自己的义肢，仿佛它还会有知觉一般，“我看到的，是狂奔。” “狂奔？什么狂奔？”要不是顾忌他的残疾，我真有心也学他那样摊手耸肩，“敌人狂奔？子弹狂奔？还是你的两条腿？” 他没再往下说。 我回望了芒街一眼，又看看时天，掏出纸笔，给他留了电话：“要是来国内，记得给我打电话……哥们儿，我欠你的。” 他很大度地摊开双手：“你不欠我什么，要欠，也是欠你朋友的。” “是他托付的你？” “他托付了很多人……不管你怎么看，我想他还是拿你当朋友的。” 我怔住了：“你是觉得……我不该追捕他？” “一码是一码。”时天挠挠后脑勺，“朋友归朋友，命是命，命里你俩有一拼，也是没办法的事。” “希望我们之间不要有那么一天吧……”我有些黯然，“时天，你多保重——哦对了，我一直都不确定，你是叫时天？就是姓时名天？据说你不是姓董么？” “名字？很重要么？”时天怔了怔，“有人告诉我说，名字只是符号，但人不是符号……记事的时候，身边的人都叫我小天；在新金三角，弟兄们叫我天哥；回老家认祖寻亲，一些自称邻居的老东西念叨着：'是不是被董家卖掉的小峰回来啦？'……”他很大声地咂了下嘴：“到头来，我他娘还是不知道该叫什么名字。管他呢，叫什么无所谓，我总会晓得是在叫我。” “呵呵，倒也是。”我今天第一次放松地笑了出来，“我们会再见面的。” “你最好别再……”在夕阳余晖的映射下，时天的眼神居然显得柔和了一些，“对了，九四年中旬，赤柬确实更换过一批自动武器，牌子很杂，印象中有SG550或551，可能还有俄制的AN94……你不懂，这在当时都算顶尖装备。” “可圣雷森基金会在当时没有大笔资金入账，红色高棉买得起这么大的现金单？” “不知道。”时天摊手耸肩，“反正天底下不会有免费的午餐。”