Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 681 Five people in the quarantine camp

"Pack up your things when you're done, we're going to Lingao."

"Really? Master." Dermot said excitedly, "I heard that the Australians in Lingao built many churches and monasteries."

"No, not many, but three or four."

"Will they allow me to paint frescoes for churches?"

"Of course, I don't think they will refuse." Jin Lige thought, he is a simple person!Just thinking about drawing.

Although both Jalanzani and Father Comange assured this small mission, the Australians welcome them to missions, and they are very friendly to the priests.They will definitely be warmly entertained.But Jin Lige's confidence began to waver after arriving in the Australian territory.

Not long after the Jesuit ship entered the Qiongzhou Strait, it was stopped by Australian patrol boats for inspection.Father Trigg found that even though the war was over, there was still a tense war atmosphere in the entire strait.It is estimated that the armed crusade requested by the Ming Dynasty government has not yet been completely concluded.

The priest explained his identity and purpose of coming to the Australian soldiers boarding the ship for inspection in Cantonese vernacular, and also showed the Jesuit certificate and President Jalanzani’s personal letter, but the Australian officers on the ship seemed not interested in these, The attitude is very cold.Father Trigg silently recited a prayer. It seems that Father Lu Ruohua's statement that the glory of the Lord has shone all over Lingao is exaggerated. It is no easier to spread the gospel of the Lord here than in other places in China.

"You go with the patrol boat." The officer ordered the sailors on board.Speaking of which, several soldiers took control of the steering position and the vital parts of the ship.

Escorted by the patrol boat, the boat sailed towards Lingao. The strait was still empty, and there were no other ships sailing. Only Australian ships hung blue and white flags in the strait, declaring their dominance in the strait. right.

Their ship was "escorted" by two single-masted patrol boats to Bopu Port.What happened next was simply bizarre and dizzying.

Father Trigg and his entourage had not yet recovered from the astonishment caused by the huge iron ship, the train on the dock, and the steam crane when a detachment of sailors with bayonet-mounted rifles came and surrounded them.No matter how loudly he declared that he was an envoy of the Society of Jesus, he came to serve the church here.The soldiers turned a deaf ear and pushed and pulled them into a massive building.Here the priest was forced to separate himself from his companions for a lengthy interrogation that made him dizzy.

The interrogator spoke excellent Italian—although the pronunciation and vocabulary were odd.When he learned that Father Trigg was from Flanders, he immediately changed to German and expressed his regret that he only knew High German.

"You don't need to accommodate my language. I can speak Italian, and High German is not a problem." Father Trigg thought to himself, the so-called "knowledge" and "talent" of Australians are indeed true.

The other party's polite remarks were in stark contrast to his interrogation. He was asked many questions over and over again, and some were asked over and over again.Including some personal questions that he didn't want to talk about were also asked in this way.

Father Trigger did not know how many times he had crossed himself on his chest.Silently chanting scriptures.Though he soothed his own with the utmost patience a Christian should have.But the treatment in front of him was beyond his imagination.

"Is this suspicion or torture?" he asked himself.At the same time, he couldn't help worrying about his partner.

The exhausting interrogation came to an end, as abruptly as it had been delivered, and he was led out of the room by two men in tunics with curious short muskets hanging from their belts, through a series of corridors and stairs. .

The gloomy corridor and stairs, the light is projected from the glass skylight above, every door in the corridor is locked, and the red number is written on the door.

Even though every door is closed.He could still hear something crackling according to a certain rhythm, as well as vague dictation.The shrill bells kept ringing—he didn't know what it was, it wasn't the priests of the church ringing the bells, but a fierce, tense, shrill sound.When passing through a corridor, there are large windows.He glanced out the window and saw the bay in the distance, and the ship that carried him to Lingao, and the coolies were unloading.

Somehow, Father Trigg had an ominous premonition.He was horrified to think that he would be taken to a secret room to be executed secretly.

If so, he never even made a confession!I don't know if they will allow a brother to do confession for themselves?When he began to meditate on the prayer of confession, he found that he had walked out of the back door, in the middle of a sunny square, and his companions were also here, each with a confused look.The two men with short guns at their waists disappeared like ghosts, and another group of soldiers with live ammunition escorted them into an open space surrounded by a ring of iron nets, and rows of low houses stood in the middle of the open space.When Father Trigg was pushed into one of the houses, he only had time to see a sign with three Chinese characters "Quarantine Camp" on the lintel.
Whistle tunes echoed through the rooms of the quarantine camp.Father Trigg didn't like the piece very much.Although he had never heard of Verdi, the strange music still disturbed him.

The rectangular room is large enough to sleep 12 people judging from the number of bunk beds.The room was clean and tidy.But at the moment there are only five people from the missionary group.Brother Cecilio, the priest was very fond of this pious young man, the young pious preacher, kneeling on a straw mat, clutching his rosary tightly in his hand, his lips were already turning white with trembling.John Dermot has been fascinated by the window looking at the huge iron frame on the other side of the bay.

"It is inconceivable," he exclaimed, "that such a slender structure, with no support! It can be built so high! It is simply impossible!"

And that nigger that Weiss Lando brought, sitting on the rotten straw near the door, after enjoying the incredible health and quarantine services of the Australians, even his usual stupid face showed confusion expression.After he arrived in this room, he searched in vain for a long time—the priest knew that he must be looking for something to eat.

Finally, there was the source of the whistle, Weiss Lando, the entourage sent to him by the Jesuits, who always wanted to put on an aristocratic air, but it was obvious at a glance that he was an authentic prostitute of humble origin.The guy spread the blanket on the straw mat, leaned half against the wall, and lay comfortably in the corner, blowing a little tune.He seemed indifferent to the situation in front of him.

This is a dangerous element, a desperado!Father Trigg said to himself.What scares him even more is that Lando is a very suspicious heretic.This is not only because of his strange behavior and remarks in Macau from time to time, but also when he was forced by the Australians to take off his clothes and take a shower just now, he caught a glimpse of Weiss's bare back with weird tattoos on it, which made the priest almost think that I saw the incarnation of the devil.He began to secretly complain about the entourage that Jalanzani had sent him—a heretic. He had already made a conclusion to Weiss Lando in his heart: a heretic pretending to be devout, or worse, a heretic.

It's really dull and boring here, Weiss changed a tune, thinking while playing.They have been confined in the house for two days, and the four white men have not spoken more than five sentences to each other.The voice of the priest chanting in the corner dropped again. If Verdi's triumphal march made him restless, then the Merry Widow could be regarded as a veritable obscene ditty.

Weiss gloated as the priest struggled to keep his sulking from showing.He was terrified, Weiss Lando thought, the red-haired Irishman was better off than the red-haired Irishman had terrified the missionaries to death of everything the Australians, or the Lingao Chinese, were doing.As for the somewhat nervous young monk, the mandatory physical examination scared him out of his wits and almost passed out.Father Trigg has been crossing himself ever since he saw the so-called "holy ship" at the corner of Lingao—of course, it is not surprising that he thinks it is the product of the devil based on his level of knowledge.

The priest did not notice the smile on his entourage's face when they saw the tall steamer.Weiss likes the familiarity and intimacy brought by the "Holy Ship". In another world, he and his companions have boarded a similarly dilapidated Polish freighter many times in the past few years. , shipped tons of arms and ammunition to Sierra Leone and Congo.

There was a lot of noise outside the window.Someone was shouting loudly: Lando didn't understand Chinese, but he knew that the rhythmic roar was a password.He could see a large empty field on the other side of the barbed wire outside the window: a group of people dressed in identical gray homespun clothes--in the eyes of the monks, this was not considered clothes at all, it was just a bag on their bodies, and their heads had been shaved Stripped down and wearing straw sandals, he was practicing formation under the club of an Australian soldier.

At first he thought these people were recruits, but after seeing them young and old, men and women, Lando gave up the idea.Obviously, this is just a daily military drill, the purpose is nothing more than to force these poor creatures to obey discipline and form a conditioned reflex for absolute obedience to orders.

"This is really a typical example of a totalitarian country." He commented in his heart, turning over on the straw mat, trying to change to a more comfortable position.There was something hard in his pocket that stuck to his waist. It was a cigarette case.Weiss really wanted to take out an Australian cigarette and take two good puffs.He swallowed the urge, along with his saliva.

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