Globe Trekker

Chapter 1 Reincarnation in Prison
Early winter, the ancient city of Shangrao.

The sky is bright, the orange sun is rising from the distant mountain peaks in the east, and the colorful light shines on the earth through the mist that curls away.

Warm sunlight shines through the narrow ventilation hole in the high stone wall of the prison, and sprinkles into the dark and damp government cell. With cloudy eyes, he stared blankly at the glaring beam of light coming from the vent.

The iron door at the entrance of the corridor outside the cell opened with harsh metal friction, all the noise stopped abruptly, and the entire space filled with mildew and stench was suddenly dead silent.

The footsteps of two young jailers approached from far away. The middle-aged jailer behind him slowly entered with two dangling wooden barrels. In front of the gate, the prisoners who looked like hungry ghosts in the cell began to stir, and their eyes with different expressions instantly glowed green. Under the disgusted eyes of the jailer, no one dared to act rashly.

After finally waiting for the two cursing young guards to turn around and leave, nearly a hundred prisoners in the two cells could not wait to rush forward, their arms full of dirt squeezed through the polished iron bars, trying to stretch out the incomplete broken bowl.

"Leave far away!"

"Aw... ah..."

"F*ck, I beat you to death..."

Beats, cries of pain, and begging rang out from time to time, but the middle-aged prison guard who delivered the food turned a deaf ear to it. The wooden ladle and barrel in his hand frequently collided with each other, distributing the porridge full of rotten vegetable leaves and rice bran to each inside a bowl.

The prisoners who were given the rice bran vegetable leaf porridge retreated quickly regardless of the situation, and devoured it away from the dangerous scrambling crowd.

Half an hour passed, the prisoners should be making noise and lying down, a few sturdy felons drank their gruel and dangled their long chains contentedly, coughing and spitting all around After a while, a new day in the cell began as usual.

Under the stone wall on the right side of the second cell, the young prisoner lying on the dirty straw finally woke up slowly. His swollen eye sockets were hard to open like a thick iron curtain, and his eyelashes were tightly glued together by scabbed blood. Pieces of lice were wriggling on his collar.

"Not dead?"

"Alive, life is hard..."

The man in glasses held a cloth towel and carefully wiped the scabs and wounds on the young prisoner's face, sighing pitifully from time to time.Another strong young man picked up half a bowl of porridge hidden in the straw, and poured it into the mouth of the half-dead young prisoner.

The prison cell in the early winter was damp, dark and smelly. Prisoners in ragged clothes were scattered all over the place, shivering on the straw that gave off a pungent musty smell. Youyou turned up his trousers to catch lice, and every time he caught one, he sent it to his mouth, biting the small lice with his teeth, and his expression was as pleasant as chewing fennel beans.

The sunlight that slanted into the cell from the air vent on the high place gradually faded away, and things could already be clearly discerned in the dark and dull cell.

The middle-aged man wearing a pair of round black-rimmed glasses leaned down, carefully inspected the strips of cloth wrapped around the broken arm of the young man, clapped his hands to tidy up the long gown that was missing from his body, and leaned against the wall behind him with a long sigh. Looking at the old wooden barrel dumped on the ground outside the iron fence and the mess on the ground, he couldn't help shaking his head.

On the other side of the young prisoner, an unshaven man with a thick frame grabbed a straw and carefully placed it under the head of the unconscious young prisoner. I passed the young criminal, and sat next to the literati:

"This young man is fatal. When he was thrown back by the jailer last night, his left arm was broken, and four openings were opened on his head. More air came out and less air went in. I could hardly feel his pulse. I thought he was I couldn't survive the whole night, but I didn't expect him to be able to survive today, not only the pulse condition became much stronger, but also the panting gradually became more even, what a strange thing! This kind of hard bone is rare, don't you..."

The middle-aged literati waved his hand, looked at the young man whose chest heaved evenly and said in a low voice: "Qingsong, when old Uncle Chen comes in to clean up, please ask him to find a way to find out the identity of this young man, what crime did he commit and get locked up? Who is it? In short, the smaller the better."

"Ok."

Qingsong's voice was very low: "By the way, Mr. Zhang, Old Uncle Chen said that Yiyang is already under the control of our team. When did he come to our place?"

Mr. Zhang glanced around, approached Qingsong and said his judgment in a low voice: "The workers' and peasants' armed forces in Northeast Jiangxi led by Secretary Fang have grown rapidly, and it will be a matter of time before they reach Shangrao and even occupy the entire Zhejiang-Jiangxi border area. To be able to link up with the main forces of Jiangxi, Guangdong and Fujian, alas! If the two of us hadn’t been accidentally arrested by accident, we might have returned to Yiyang and led the team to attack the city and seize the village with Secretary Fang.”

Qingsong rubbed her big hands excitedly, and comforted Mr. Zhang after a while: "Sir, don't worry! In my opinion, the comrades from the Zhejiang-Jiangxi Special Committee and the Yiyang County Committee must have received the news of our arrest. They will try their best to rescue us."

Mr. Zhang adjusted his glasses helplessly: "It's all my fault for my lack of vigilance. The contact station was destroyed and I didn't find out the abnormality in time, which made you and I stay in the cell together."

"No no! Speaking of it, my biggest mistake was that I was too careless, Xiao Ma deserved to die!" Qingsong's eyes turned red.

"Shh... be quiet!"

Mr. Zhang looked around at the criminals around him, leaned his glasses slowly against the mottled stone wall behind him, closed his eyes and rested for a while and opened them again: "Fortunately, our identities have not been exposed. If the news from Uncle Chen is good, Fang The secretary's team will definitely call in these two days. The most urgent task right now is to contact Secretary Fang as soon as possible to obtain the exact time when they attack Shangrao. Let me tell you, instead of lingering on my last breath and numbly waiting to die, it is better to unite and give it a go, as long as I get out of the cage, I can divide the fields and make revolution vigorously.”

"understood."

After Qingsong finished speaking, he turned around, quietly moved to the edge of the iron gate, and silently looked at the middle-aged jailer who was packing up empty wooden barrels outside the iron gate.

The middle-aged jailer seemed to be unaware, picked up the wooden barrel outside the cell next door and hung it on the pole, then slowly turned around, taking the opportunity of squatting down to pack the barrel, whispered to the green pine through the iron fence.After the middle-aged jailer left, Qingsong returned to Mr. Zhang and reported in a low voice.

At dusk, the light in the cell gradually dimmed, and the iron door outside the cell opened again, and the middle-aged jailer slowly entered with two buckets of rice bran and vegetable porridge.

After the noise, the cell slowly calmed down as in the morning. Under the careful care of Mr. Zhang, the young prisoner drank a bowl of steaming gruel with difficulty, finally opened his swollen eyelids, and struggled to let out a hoarse moan. Voice: "Thank you..."

Mr. Zhang was taken aback for a moment, and then he helped the young prisoner who was about to stand up: "No need to thank, I am also a fallen person in the world, haha! Just wake up, just wake up!"

The green pine on the other side picked up a bowl of muddy soup on the side, and enthusiastically handed it to the mouth of the young man: "Drink, little brother, this is specially reserved for you, you are weak, take a good rest after drinking, it is estimated that you will drink it tomorrow." feel better."

After the young prisoner drank most of the bowl of still warm vegetable leaf rice soup, Mr. Zhang pushed him down on the straw and lay down: "Little brother, your surname is Wu, and you live in Wujia Village, Huanggu Town, north of the city, right?"

The young prisoner stared blankly at the gentle Mr. Zhang, unable to answer a word.

Seeing this, Mr. Zhang smiled kindly and said: "Don't panic, I just heard about you, and I know that you are a poor brother who is oppressed. You were falsely imprisoned because you offended the local tyrants and evil gentry in Huanggu Town, but, I don’t know what the name of Brother Wu is?”

"My name is Wu Ming."

The young man answered almost automatically.

Mr. Zhang was stunned for a moment: "No name? Oh, your surname is Wu, this name is interesting, it is the bright 'Ming', right?"

"The 'ming' to remember."

After Wu Ming finished speaking, he immediately realized that something was wrong. He wanted to sit up in a panic, but a slight movement brought pain all over his body, and his bruised body couldn't help shaking.

Mr. Zhang hurriedly leaned over to support Wu Ming to sit against the wall, and put the small bundle of straw next to him on his waist thoughtfully: "Little brother, I have never heard that there is a Communist Party in Huanggu Town, even the whole of Shangrao. I haven’t heard of any Communist Party making a revolution, but you were imprisoned for the crime of communism, you shouldn’t, can you tell me what’s going on?”

Wu Ming tried his best to sort out the chaotic memories that kept popping up in his mind since he woke up. It was really hard to believe the unimaginable scene in front of him, which was completely different from the prison where he was imprisoned before, but he didn't know how to explain everything in front of him.

Because he was too rigid, or because he was cautious, he refused to sign the supervision report of the project, which offended a powerful corrupt gang and was framed and imprisoned, but he was stuffed into a police car and taken to the place where he was held , called the Panyang Detention Center, definitely not the dirty cell in front of me!
In his memory, although the facilities in the Panyang Detention Center are simple, the walls of the prison cells made of concrete are inlaid with ceramic tiles, the cold iron fences are of good quality, surveillance cameras are installed on the walls, and there is an explosion-proof lamp on the ceiling. There are rough toilets and faucets... by the way!There are also those prison bullies who beat me every day, and the scum of the police who appear outside the bars from time to time and ignore me coldly, but it is by no means the dirty prison like a pigsty in front of me, let alone this large group of ragged clothes. criminal.

Wu Ming, who had woken up, was inexplicably horrified by everything in front of him. He couldn't figure out how to deal with it. In the end, he closed his eyes in pain and lay down on the straw, groaning helplessly.

"Oh! It's not a light injury."

Mr. Zhang sighed and could only give up. Together with Qingsong, they used a rag to carefully wipe the bloody wound of Wu Ming who had "passed out".

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In the early morning of the next day, the inmates in the cell were still sleeping. Wu Ming, who had already woken up, stared blankly at the top of his dark head and thought in pain. He didn't realize that Mr. Zhang and Qingsong lying next to him hadn't slept all night, and were anxiously waiting for drastic changes.

The first crowing of the rooster had just stopped, and there were intensive gunshots in the distance. After only half a bowl of tea, gunshots like fried beans suddenly sounded outside the cell, and five terrified jailers rushed in with lanterns. They pulled the gun bolt amidst the terrified yells, which made the prisoners in the prison scream into a mess.

"boom--"

The grenade exploded, and smoke rose from the corridor of the cell after the intense flash. Nearly half of the prisoners were frightened by the deafening explosion and fell to the ground, screaming miserably. Most of the recalcitrant guards were knocked down, but the two attacking men who rushed in were also knocked down by the guards' retaliation. The missed bullets crackled and slammed on the stone wall of the cell, sparking a series of sparks.

In the chaos, pieces of straw in the first cell were ignited, and the entire space was suddenly illuminated. A surviving jailer suddenly retreated to the iron fence of the second cell, and pulled the bolt of the gun in a panic. Reload.

Qingsong, who had been squatting beside Wu Ming, suddenly jumped up, and rushed towards the jailer who was about to shoot at the prison guard outside the iron fence. Two big black hands passed through the gap between the iron fence, locked the stubborn guard's neck, and roared. With a sudden force, the jailer's head was torn off abruptly.

Two streams of blood arrows shot out from the bloody neck cavity, so as not to die, they poured the terrified Wu Ming all over his head and face...

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