There is a very famous "Alcatraz Prison" in Cayan, French Guiana, South America.A prisoner was lying on the dark wet ground in the prison, with his legs stretched out, one hand fiddling with a mangrove fruit, while avoiding the spit of ghost sharks from time to time.
This prison is known for its cruelty and inhumanity. The other prisoners all looked like they were going to die, but this one was the only one who was enjoying the special treatment.Could it be that he is a top criminal, that's why he has this honor?But looking at the heavy iron balls tied to his legs, and the shackles sinking deep into his flesh, he really doesn't look like a top criminal being cared for.He doesn't have to work and has nothing to do all day long. He even eats better than ordinary prisoners. He is not controlled and can move freely in the prison.Without the prison uniform and the shackles on his feet, others might regard him as a visitor.
This eccentric prisoner was named John Shermod, probably a pseudonym.He has a big nose, looks like an Italian, is in his thirties, and has a good appearance. In short, he doesn't look like a person who will go to prison.At this time, he was standing in the shadow of the mangrove, looking at the blue sea, with a look of nostalgia on his face.
A native boy about five years old ran over. He was Masai, the son of a seamstress.
"Uncle, would you like to play 'Vborami Nabeshi'?"
"Vborami Nabeshi" is a game similar to boxing.At the child's request, the man began to play with him.But within a few rounds, the man suddenly stopped what he was doing and stared at Masai's little hand in a daze.
"Uncle, what's the matter with you?"
"Wait a minute, you come out a little slower." He said to Massai, as if he had noticed something incomprehensible and was gathering his thoughts.
Massai kept throwing "punches" while playing games, but this "punch" was slightly different from the "punch" in boxing games. The little finger and thumb were raised up, just like the fox in the hand shadow game.Massai changed several hand shapes one after another, and this series of hand shapes connected like a dumb signal. "Fist" is E, scissors is V, and clenched fist with only thumb showing is A. Could it be...Masai is really making dumb signals?
"Rescue! You are Austen Front? From Yamaza."—this is the translation of the dumb language.
Who taught Massai these gestures?I spent two years in this prison, isolated from the world, how did that Yamaza know I was here?What does rescue mean?He kept stroking Massai's head with hands that were trembling with excitement.
"Good boy, don't tell anyone about this game. Who taught you these gestures?"
Massai said nothing, and pointed to the sea.
Outside the mud on the seashore is a row of prison walls made of yellow bricks and tiles.The wall is airtight and stretches endlessly.The fishing boats of the natives gathered outside the wall, the glare of the sun shone on the sea, and the ocean current flowed horizontally towards Benin.
From that day on, the man receives a message from Yamaza every day. Yamaza identifies him as Front and asks him various questions.
Do you have red spots all over your neck?What's your relationship with a girl named Stella?Has anyone asked you about the "Great Darkness" south of Tunisia?where were you bornWhat crime have you committed?Why are you going to jail?
Osden replied one by one: "There are red spots. Stella is the sister. People often ask me about the 'Dark Dark', but I don't know if it is my birthplace. I have absolutely no crime, and I don't know. grounds for imprisonment."
The above words were conveyed to the man named Yamaza through Masai's gestures.All he can do now is wait.
The prison doctor at Alcatraz Prison is named Polune.One day, Polune saw Fronte gesturing mysteriously through the dormitory window, and after careful observation, he found that the gesture was actually dumb.But instead of reporting the situation to his superiors immediately, he smiled meaningfully.
Polune was a man in his fifties, but built like a calf.He is cold and scheming, and his messy beard seems to be a symbol of his personality.Polune had served as the medical director of the municipal police in Tunisia, and was sent to such a place for taking bribes.
"Hehe, he turned out to be Stella's elder brother. What a fortuitous encounter. God also let me see through the little trick of the mountain seat. God help me."
One day, Osten and Massai stood under the baobab tree, while Polune hid behind a half-open lace curtain and watched them secretly.
Hmph, that guy's erythema is well hidden.The first time I saw him was 20 years ago. I didn't expect to see him again in Tunisia two years ago. It seems that the boy is destined for me.Osden, how did your boy end up in jail?The ones locked here are all desperadoes.
Polune checked the file, but nothing was written on it.Why Osden enjoyed such preferential treatment made Polune puzzled.Could it be that the imprisonment was just a cover to ensure his safety?In this way, he should be of great use value, otherwise the government would not have spent so much trouble.But what use was this man to the French government?This big secret seems to be beyond the reach of a small prison doctor like him.
Osden also doesn't seem to know his own worth.He certainly did not commit a crime, nor was he a spy.In short, he is a clean man.But then again, he is by no means an "innocent" person.
Here, let the author make a secret first.When the mystery of "Darkness" is solved, readers will understand why I made this statement.In addition, one more sentence: the governor doesn't know this secret, and neither does the warden, let alone a small prison doctor.
Next, let's talk about the incredible past of Polune and the Front brothers and sisters.In this story, the Japanese Yamaza will make a dashing debut.
About two years ago, it was a lovely November.The trading market between the Muslim towers in Tunisia and the poor Italians was crowded with people and bustling.
Gathered here are desert nomads, Jews, and Arabs who smell of hay.It was a mixed bag, like a Mediterranean hodgepodge.Although it is called a market here, most of the goods sold are the property of those poor people.
Tunisia is suffering from a locust plague, coupled with the war, there are no guests in the hotel.Those guides and beggars who depended on tourists for food became the first bodies to starve to death on the roadside.The poor have to move out their property and sell it in order to have enough food, so even in special times, the trading market is still booming.
The Arabs sold their saddlery, which was as valuable as real estate, and the Jews sold the scrolls and canopies that represented their beliefs.They do this only in exchange for some bread that can satisfy their hunger.
Yamaza Shinzo also came to the market with his subordinates.He was one of the best art dealers in Europe at that time, and he had a mansion in the wealthy district of Paris.
The few deals that Yamaza has done recently are to buy back the ukiyo-e flowers that flowed overseas during the Restoration at a high price, and then donate all of them to museums in Japan.Such generosity shows that he is not ordinary.For him, hundreds of thousands and millions are just like playing. As an art dealer, it is difficult not to be famous if he can reach the level of Shanzuo.He has a chic appearance, a chivalrous heart, and a resourceful mind all over the world. If there is really an Arsen Robin in this world, he may be able to compete with Shan Zuo.At this moment, Shan Zuo was looking around on the road.
"Yo, look, there's a pretty girl over there."
A sad, elegant, pretty girl with curly hair parted in the middle is selling coats that most people don't even notice.
"How much is this, miss?" asked an American who was visiting the ancient city of Carthage.
"Fifty francs."
"Fifty francs? A little expensive?"
"Forty-five francs, then. Just give me the money, and the dress will be yours."
The girl took the money, immediately got into the tunnel, and ran into the shop with colorful eaves.Shan Zuo became interested in this girl and stood by the side of the road to see what she would buy.
Not long after, the girl ran out of the store in a panic holding a lot of candies.
Shan Zuo watched the girl go away, and said with some anxiety: "The girl is going to die. No, she plans to commit suicide."
"Boss, how do you know that?"
"How do you know? It's so cold, but she sold her coat. If she didn't have a coat to keep out the cold, what would she wear for the winter? You saw it just now, a group of girls protested in front of the city hall. They wanted food, but nothing but food In addition, a warm coat is essential. I think the girl bought candy for the money she sold the coat, and she must be planning to commit suicide."
So the two followed the girl quietly, and saw her walk into a dance hall in a poor area of Italy.
I don't know if it's because there are so many Sardinians in the ballroom. The ballroom is full of country atmosphere.Accordions, guitars and trumpets sing in unison.The guests are drunk today when they have wine, and they are struggling to revel.This is a place where people forget about hunger for a while.
The two heard whispering voices nearby.
"I was dancing with Stella just now. Didn't the girl wear a corset?"
"Is that so? Probably because you sold it and didn't wear it?"
"She was standing at the door of the ballroom just now, distributing candy to the children. Looking at the things she bought, she probably sold more than just corsets. She is really a good girl, but she likes to think about others too much."
Every day in Tunisia, several people starve to death or freeze to death on the side of the road, and there are five or six suicides.The poor man suddenly sold out his family property, planning to enjoy the last night of fun.That's probably what the girl named Stella intended.
Stella is dancing the Sardinian folk dance "Bell Tondo".
She held a man's hand, and other people in the ballroom stopped in their tracks, admiring her and the man's selfless dance.The band was playing like crazy.All the visitors watched them, and the children stamped their feet to keep time.After the two danced a song, there was thunderous applause from all around.
But Shan Zuo felt that there seemed to be a layer of cold air floating around the two people, which was incompatible with the warm atmosphere.In this period of poverty, who can save Tunisia, which can't even get 2,000 free bread... That night, Shan Zuo and his men pulled Stella up from the water storage tank, which was about to drown.They sent the girl to the police hospital, and the doctor on duty that night was Polune.
The next morning, Polune stood in the quiet ward and watched the unconscious Stella.The vile brute intended to insult the beautiful Stella while she was unconscious.Stella said a few words in a trance, which surprised Polune.
"Brother Osden, you are not actually my brother. My father, Jeter Al Jared, picked you up in rags on the other side of the salt lake. There were no children in my family at that time, so they regarded you as their own But why do you have red spots all over your neck?! I... those red spots are terrible..."
Red spots, red spots all over the neck... Polu had a flash of inspiration.Could it be?Could it be that child?What a coincidence!The scene from twenty years ago came back to his mind, which made him extremely surprised.At that time he was still practicing medicine at the Pierre Reches Hospital in Paris.
One day an Italian brought a boy to the doctor.He asked if there was any way to get rid of the red spots on the child.Polune checked and found red patches all over the boy's neck.This kind of symptom is very rare. Unfortunately, the dermatology department had a rest that day, so Polune could only make some basic diagnoses and let them go back.
There is also a medical student in the hospital named Fries who came to the hospital for an internship during the winter vacation, and he is a German.He heard about a child with a red spot on his neck who came to the hospital and became distraught.The next day he asked Polune:
"Doctor Polune, didn't the boy come yesterday?"
"It seems to be here. But the outpatient hours of the dermatology department have passed...what's the matter with you?"
Polune felt that Fries' flustered appearance was very suspicious.
"Doctor, didn't you find it when you checked yesterday?"
"Find what?"
"The child's shoulder blades are unusually large."
"Oh, I heard you say it, it's true."
"Do you remember? His shoulder blades are slanted down, like wings. I thought it was weird at the time, so I went to check the information. Doctor, you might laugh at me when I say that. It seems to be ancient Atlantis The physical characteristics of a human being."
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