Chapter 70 69

Da Chibao went to prison. She thought it must, must be some kind of misunderstanding. Based on her, a female bachelor, and a female bachelor who works for the Japanese, she will definitely not go to prison.Misunderstanding, apart from misunderstanding, she couldn't think of any other explanation. "Misunderstanding, that's easy!" She told herself.As long as she sees a Japanese, with her eloquence, style, shrewdness, and past achievements, she will explain the matter clearly in a few words, and then go home swaggeringly. "Hmph!" Her mind was twitching, "Maybe, maybe because of this little misunderstanding and grievance, the Japanese will give her an extra level! This is just a small stumbling block in the monthly order. nothing!"

But three days, five days, even ten days passed, and she did not see a single Japanese.Twice a day, only one Chinese person threw her a piece of black pancake and a little cold water.She asked the man many questions, but he seemed to be dumb and said nothing.She couldn't change her clothes, she had no place to take a bath, and she couldn't even touch a little water to wash her hands.Soon, she smelled the stench of her body.She panicked.She began to wonder if this was a misunderstanding! She longed for a relative to come and see her.As long as, she thought, someone came, she would explain all the plans, spread the word, and soon she would be free again.However, no one came, as if everyone had forgotten her, or no one knew where she was imprisoned.If it was the former, she couldn't help but gritted her teeth: aha——!Everyone eats and drinks me on weekdays, and when I get into trouble, they won't even come to see me, a bunch of sons of bitches!If it was the latter—no one knew where she was imprisoned—it would be serious, she broke into a cold sweat!

She calculated, day and night: whom the Chinese should mobilize, which path the Japanese should take, and even what to say to whom and what gifts to give, all in an orderly manner.After thinking about it for a while, her eyes lit up; yes, as long as someone comes in and takes her words out, follow the plan, success is guaranteed.Yes, although she was in a bit of a mess when she was in prison, she had to look good when she got out of prison. She had to dress up in a big way, and when she got home, she had to throw a banquet to scare herself. She was especially looking forward to recruiting her younger brother to come.Zhaodi is beautiful, popular, and if he runs around, he will be able to win the battle.But no one came!Her eyes turned black. "Could it be that I've been a hero for a lifetime, and that's it?" She asked herself, the wall, and the gods of the past in her fantasy.Asking in vain is of no use at all.Her self-confidence began to waver, and she thought of death!

No, no, no, she will not die!She hasn't been interrogated yet, so how can she decide the case and die?Absolutely not!Besides, she didn't commit a capital crime!Could it be that her covering up prostitutes and extorting a little money from prostitutes is a capital offense?joke!Which official does not hug money?Not for money, not an official yet, really! She remembered: her temper was too violent and too impatient, so she thought of death so quickly!Hold on, hold on, she comforted herself, as long as she went to court and saw the Japanese judge, she would be able to explain everything clearly in a few words, and then go home safe and sound.Thinking of this, she gained temporary comfort and calmness.She straightened her skirt, patted her hair, and patiently waited for the trial; what should I say, can a bachelor be afraid of a lawsuit?She pursed her lips and laughed.

Days passed, and no one came to summon her to court.Her face seemed to have only freckles and loose skin, but no flesh.Her nose was dry and messy, like twisted hemp, with black, fat lice growing inside.Her eyes were like two small craters, surrounded by red.She kept scratching with her hands. After scratching for a while, she looked at her hands, and she found a pile of gray scales on the nails, and sometimes there was some blood.Her heels had frozen into two mustard knots like purple wormwood.She can't stand it any longer.Grasping the iron railing of the prison cell, she shook desperately, like a mad orangutan.She wants to go out and see Beihai, Zhongshan Park, Dong'an Market, and other places.She wanted to drink the foreign wine brought by John Ding from the British government, and to eat a meal supervised by Guan Xiaohe.At least she's going to get some hot water to burn her chilblains!

She shook her hand sorely, but the iron railing still blocked her way.She could only scream wildly.It didn't work either.Slowly, she sat down, put her chin on her chest, and listened to herself gritting her teeth. Except for the Japanese, she hated everyone, young or old, that she had ever known.She thought that her imprisonment must have nothing to do with the Japanese, but must be due to her relatives and friends who spoke ill of her in front of the Japanese because they were jealous of her.After biting her teeth for a long time, she put her hands on her forehead and prayed angrily: "Fathers of Dongyang, don't listen to the rumors of those villains! Come and see me, ask me, I am wronged, I am your loyal minister !"

After praying like this, she felt a little peaceful.She believes that her loyalty will move the heaven and earth like a filial son and a chaste woman. They will soon ask her and release her.She fell asleep faintly. She wasn't very fast asleep, just in a coma that seemed to be half asleep: for a while she saw herself bowing to the Japanese at the Beihai skating meeting with her younger brother; Flowers were offered; in a moment she was counting the banknotes presented to her by whores.These sweet dreams gave her sweet stupor, like a mouthful of opium.She felt that she was soaring upwards, carrying her stench, lice, and chilblains, but she still looked like the Queen Mother, soaring upwards, a female bachelor with a body ascending to heaven!

A sudden gust of cold air shrank her whole body, and she quickly fell down, falling to the ground like a piece of dirty mud.She opened her eyes, only darkness, filth, foul smell, and air-conditioning surrounded her, a prisoner.She couldn't help screaming again.Anger burned in her heart, her throat, her whole body.Forgetting the cold, she unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her loose and long breasts, and taught the wall to see: "Look, look, I am a woman, a bachelor! Why are you confined here? Let me out !" She was about to cry, but she laughed wildly.She took off her clothes three by two, tilted her head, squinted her eyes, twisted her waist, and she walked back and forth. "Look, look!" She ordered the wall: "Do I look like a prostitute? A prostitute, a brothel, a daughter, money, haha!"

A piece of black pancake and a small iron bucket of water were thrown in through the gap in the railing.She was naked, grabbed the iron railing, and shouted, "Hey! Is that the fucking way to treat me? Not even the director? I'm the director, Director Guan!" Then, like a mad dog, Crawled on the ground and drank the little water.Licking her lips, she picked up the black cake, smelled it, and threw it against the wall. When she was half human, half beast, empress dowager, and hag, crying and laughing in prison, many unnamed letters were delivered to the Japanese to accuse her.Cheng Changshun's case unexpectedly also attracted the attention of the Japanese.At the same time, quite a few women, because they wanted to gain the status of a big red bag, did not hesitate to attack her, and even announced her crimes in the newspapers, and made a statistical table to expose all the prostitutes she caused. on newspaper.

Winter is over.Spring slowly melts the ice in Beiping, and the creeks and lakes seem to just wake up, and when they open their eyes, they see a little green.Green grass grew in the corner of the small courtyard, and a cat called spring on the wall and roof. There is no green grass and fragrant flowers in Da Chi Bao's hut.She only saw the flames, the hot red flames, burning from her heart to her mouth, her eyes, and her thawed heels.She herself was red, and the house was also full of red.She's hot, she's cranky, she's yelling.There was fire in her voice, scorching her mouthpiece.She shouted hard, but there was no sound; her throat was hoarse.She could only grunt and grunt to vent her anger, like a sow about to die.

She tore up the lice-infested clothes strip by strip.With nothing left to tear, she started tearing at her own hair, which she had spent so much time and money curling.She clenched her fist and hit You Tongfang, but she hit the wall and her hand was bleeding.She pulled her hair and yelled: "Stinky bitch, tear you apart!" She tore, teared, and couldn't tell whether it was the bitch or herself who was tearing.Although there was no sound, she still shouted.She called out to the coachman, angrily scolded the male and female servants and Xiao Cui, and shouted "The imperial army is victorious!" Although only she knew what she was shouting, she thought the whole world heard her.Tired, she stopped shouting, but she still muttered: Hit!hit!hit!A group of prostitutes appeared in her mind for a while, and several relatives and friends appeared in her mind; beat, beat, beat, she knocked down those shadows one by one, piled them together, like a mountain of people, she stood on the top of the mountain; It's the heroine, the bachelor, the director! Slowly, she forgot herself.For a while she turned into Zhaodi, dressed up in fancy clothes, pulling a beautiful man for a flirtatious walk in the park; for a while she turned into a prostitute, enjoying the game of love crazily.Suddenly, she stood up, like a rooster scratching the soil, and searched around, knocking her body, head, hands and feet against the door and the wall. "Where is my banknote? Where is the banknote? Who hid my money? Who? Where is it hidden?" She was covered in blood, and she stood still.Tilting her head, she listened attentively, and then smiled charmingly: "Come on! Come on! Are you going to pass the court to Director Guan?" However, there was not even a shadow of a person.Her anger rekindled from her heart, burned through the roof, and burned to the sky. In midair, there were two extremely bright characters formed of red light: director! Looking at the two big scarlet letters, she felt comforted and proud, and sat down slowly.She picked up her feces with her hands, kneaded them into a small cake, and used them as a powder puff. She gently and softly patted her face: "Get dressed up, dress up!" Then, she picked up a few strips of cloth and tied them on the On the hair: "You are so young, Director!" She no longer knows day and night, and does not know the time.There is no boundary between her dream and reality.She cries, laughs, hits, scolds, all at the same time without conflict.She is a flame, and her world dances in flames. Finally, she saw Xiaohe, Zhaodi, Gao Yituo, Tongfang, Xiaocui, and countless Japanese who came to pick her up.She put on a bright red woolen spring coat, golden high heels, and a hat with pheasant feathers, and walked out swaggeringly.The Japanese military band played a welcome song.Brother Zhao presented her with a flower basket.A group of "goddaughters" all saluted her respectfully, and each handed over a roll of banknotes.She, like the Queen Mother, smiled slightly and got into the car: "Drive to Beihai," she gave the order! The car drove off, into darkness.She never saw Beihai again. When Da Chibao was in prison, the most powerful director of the Sports Prostitute Inspection Office was her "disciple", Fat Chrysanthemum. Lan Dongyang has a wealth of poetic material.He ridiculed, scolded, and attacked the big red bag endlessly, and every paragraph of such ridicule was written down on a separate line, sent to the newspaper, and published in the literature and art column.Reading his own poems, all the muscles on his face were mobilized, violently pulling, like epilepsy. Fat Juzi decided to promote himself from disciple to master.She began to boldly create her own clothes, shoes and hats, fully using her talent, and no longer imitating the big red bag.She got fatter, but she chose to make her clothes tight and thin, so her fat seemed to be coming out of her clothes.Lan Dongyang liked her new attire very much, and wrote a poem he thought he was most proud of: "From outside the clothes, I can see your flesh; a big pile of sensual sausages!" She doesn't like him, let alone his poems.However, her fat face drew a few lines of laughter for him.She had to perfunctory him so that she could get his assistance and get the "director" into her fat hands.Once she became the director, she figured, she would have her own income, status, authority, and—freedom!At that time, she can reject his stinky mouth, green face, and body like a big rib.If he resists, she can turn against him.At the beginning, she followed him because of his status; now, if she has her own status, she can kick him away without mercy. In her tight-fitting clothes, she is on the move all day long.Fat Juzi visited all the friends of the big red bag and said: "From now on, I am your leader. You must help me and bring down the big red bag!" When she came back in the evening, her waist, arms, and neck were numb from the new clothes, and several pieces of skin had fallen off her fat feet from the small new shoes.She felt tired and miserable, but spiritually she felt happy and hopeful.She took off those "immortal ropes" in threes and fives, and she breathed a sigh of relief.However, three or five put them on again.No, she can't slack off, but must suffer a little more for her own future.Okay, in case a distinguished guest comes at this time, how can she just go there in disheveled clothes?She had to defeat Da Chibao with the method of Da Chibao; isn't Da Chibao always dressed up as a fox or a fox no matter what season it is?Well, she has to do the same! Although she strives to be original in clothing and no longer imitates the big red bag, but she has unknowingly inherited a part of the big red bag in her demeanor.When she calls for someone, she deliberately sounds old-fashioned; she walks with her neck straightened;Although these behaviors made her fat body uncomfortable and made her short and thick neck sore, she didn't dare to be lazy, she had to become a big red bag, and wipe out the real big red bag! After running around for a few days, nothing happened yet.Fat Juzi was in a hurry.The more anxious you are, the more phlegm will grow in Di's fat throat.When she saw an important person, she was often blocked by a mouthful of phlegm and could not speak.She didn't have much eloquence at first, but with such a blockage, she became a fish that landed, only opening her mouth but making no sound.After a dumb show, she was so flustered that she forgot all about her new style.She began to fear that before she could exercise successfully, the big red bag might be released.She wants a big red bag, yes; but she's always a little afraid of that old thing.Because of her anxiety and fear, she wanted to use poison to murder Da Chibao right away!She discussed with Dongyang how to poison that old thing to death. In the past few days, Dongyang has almost had thorns on his back and is restless.At the thought of bringing the status and income of the big red bag to his own home, his whole body immediately itched: so he ran desperately, wrote poems, and organized the "discussing red group".This last item was launched by him alone, wrote articles by himself, attacked the big red bag, and fabricated the names of some people to denounce it together, so it was called "Tuan".In his first article, there was a sentence like this: "The man with the big red bag has a nickname. Why call it red? Red! The red one is also the Communist Party! Anyone with flesh and blood can die if they say red, so the big red bag must die !" He is very satisfied with these few sentences, because he knows that today, as soon as "red" is said, Japanese people forget about black and white.This is more vicious than any other crime against the big red bag. However, seeing Fat Juzi's excessively enthusiastic running, he was not at ease.He still hasn't forgotten how Fat Juzi married him.If she was willing to give up Qi Ruifeng, who would dare to protect her? If she had her own status and income, wouldn't she also give up himself?His whole body was itching again. On the other hand, he refused to give up eating because of choking, and watched others move the "director" with his eyes wide open. Also, Brother Zhao once approached him and asked him to rescue Da Chi Bao.He couldn't help but promise to help, because this was not only a good opportunity to get in touch with her, but also the cheapest opportunity - he knew that recruiting a brother was a cheap snack, but since recruiting a brother came to beg him, he could get a little money for nothing , You don't need to invite her to dinner or watch a play, but you can hold her hand.For this reason, he should stop attacking Da Chibao in the newspapers, so as to get more opportunities to meet Zhaodi.However, if he slackened his efforts and stopped attacking, he was afraid that the position of director would be taken away by others. These contradictions were running wild in his heart, making him feel uncomfortable all day long.For a while, he thought that Fat Juzi had become a director, and his heart felt hot; for a while, he thought of Juzi abandoning him, and his heart felt cold again; Recruiting a younger brother, but delayed the important event, and got goose bumps all over the body. However, these contradictions and psychological malaria did not stop him from his activities.He also wrote poems and essays to attack Da Chibao; he also met Zhaodi and held her hand; he also ran around; he also encouraged Fat Juzi to exercise hard.In this way, his contradiction and sadness gradually become a kind of painful enjoyment.He thought he was a genius to be able to pull eight horses with one hand like this. He agreed with Juzi's suggestion to poison Da Chibao to death.However, he didn't know where Da Chi Bao was imprisoned.He leaned his green face against her fat face, thinking of recruiting his younger brother, and said to her: "Quickly go and find out where the big red bag is, so as to poison her to death! Poison her to death!" After saying this, he I feel that he has the power of life and death.So, he lifted his eyeballs and did not put them down for a long time, displaying his prestige. The two of them discussed everything, but they didn't think about why Da Chibao went to prison, and if Fat Juzi became the director, would they also be in danger of going to prison.They only talked about her corruption when they were discussing how to attack Da Chibao, and when they glanced at each other, they seemed to say: "Da Chibao will definitely go to jail for corruption, we are smarter than her, and there must be no danger!"