Author/Dong Lin (original novel, all rights reserved, piracy is shameful and will never be tolerated)
The Pingcheng Station of the Security Bureau suddenly retreated last night, leaving behind pieces of waste paper like snowflakes on the ground, as well as uncertain people and things. Wang Ziwu was an internal staff member of the Pingcheng Station. He did not participate in the operation at first. Later, when there was a serious shortage of people in the field, Wang Ziwu was incorporated into the temporary action team.
Pingcheng Station was evaluating his lurking conditions. Before he could be formally included in the lurking team, Pingcheng Station disappeared without a trace. The sound of artillery and gunfire rang out outside the city. Wang Ziwu hesitated for a moment and thought of the words "the tree fell and the hozen dispersed." Even though he was only a temporary special agent, he was still frightened.
He wanted to leave this place of trouble immediately and hurried to Apartment No. 9. The red brick building was called Prison No. 9 and was an apartment for civilian officers. Both the officers' apartment and the officers' apartment, known as Prison No. 8, will become sensitive places in Pingcheng. Wang Ziwu suddenly became pessimistic. Pingcheng Station, which once had many privileges, was gone without even a faint greeting. It was even impossible to arrange follow-up arrangements for personnel. Except for those special agents who were officially assigned to the latent team and had special code names, the rest of the personnel were like children thrown away by their stepmother, and they could only do their own thing.
There are still many things and traces in Apartment No. 9. Clean them up and then think about your future life. This is called clean! The door opened, and Mu Dog walked in covered in dirt. His face was pale, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and one of his eyes was bulging out. He staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.
Wang Ziwu squatted down and asked: You are a dog, how are you? Have you been shot? The Mu dog squeaked and whined, unable to speak clearly for a long time. There was a lot of foam coming out of his mouth and he kept rolling his eyes. Based on experience, Wang Ziwu judged that the dog belonging to Mu had been hit hard on the head. Perhaps the thieves took advantage of the chaos to rob him, covered him with a quilt and hit him on the head with a stick. No external injuries were visible, but the internal injuries were serious. The Mu dog vomited several times, his tongue stretched out, and he couldn't keep it in his mouth, and then he died.
Mu Dog was a handyman hired by the logistics of Pingcheng Station. At that time, it was Wang Ziwu who checked his entry into the station. Wang Ziwu found this man's name interesting and his appearance simple and honest, so he got to know him quite thoroughly.
The Pingcheng Station of the Security Bureau is recruiting people, and they are all looking for "disconnectors." Being disconnected means having no relatives, no extended connections, and no acquaintances in new city . The brothers and sisters of the Mu family will be named whatever they belong to. Mu is a dog, Mu is a horse, Mu is a monkey, Mu is a cow. His parents, siblings, were washed away by floods and their whereabouts are unknown.
A thought flashed through Wang Ziwu's mind: It will not be easy for Wang Ziwu to survive in the future. After all, he has been on field duty several times, arrested people, participated in interrogations, and used severe punishments on underground party members. As a potential lurker, I have never shown my face and cover my face no matter what I do. It is a secret job, otherwise all that will be left to you is a bullet into your heart.
But there is no airtight wall . You have to pay back your debts for what you have done, and the Mu dog in front of you is an excellent cover. Even at Pingcheng Station, except for the logistics team, almost no one knew him. Wang Ziwu quickly changed clothes with Mu Shigou, completely exchanging the contents of his pockets, leaving Wang Ziwu's mark. He dragged the Muslim dog to the backyard, disfigured its face with a huge stone, and threw it into a dry well.
Wang Ziwu secretly told himself that without Wang Ziwu from now on, he would be a dog born in the year of Mu. The walking, talking, eating and drinking habits are all at the level of Mu, who is a dog, and when he talks in his sleep, he should also talk in the sleep of Mu, who is a dog. Wang Ziwu died, whether it was suicide or homicide, let the People's Liberation Army decide. The living person is Mu, an honest foreigner who is illiterate and works as a handyman.
Wang Ziwu gave up the idea of going back to Apartment No. 9 to pick up his things, including the record player, coffee pot , foreign wine, cigarettes, suit and leather shoes, which he would never use again. He went straight to Shangzabadi in Nancheng, also called Dazhayuan, which was different from Xiazabadi with rotten greenhouses. He found the hut where Mu Dog was renting, rolled up his bedroll that was infested with lice, picked up the common rags, and ran to the west city.
Wang Ziwu rented a dark room about the same size as a Mu dog, endured lice sucking blood and rats sleeping on his bed, and worked as a coolie for a living. The prince is illiterate, his eyes are as dull as possible, and his living situation is arranged as a coolie. He feels that he plays the dog of the Mu family perfectly.After the liberation of Pingcheng, when the population was registered for the first time, he was trembling in his heart and uneasily obtained the status of Mu dog.
Dark life means living like death, without yourself, burying your past self in a dry well. Wang Ziwu was completely disconnected from his past self, relatives, friends, and all familiar people, and lived in another person's body. He felt a little fresh, and then sad again. I am not me, I am alive or not, I am not human. Wang Ziwu felt that he was living in self-contradiction, entangled and unable to escape.
If you don’t have the courage and ability to put the barrel of the gun in your mouth and pull the trigger, you have to endure it. At the moment, everything is about living, living in secret, surviving by scraping by, stealing from others, living anyway. Just like when the game of chess reaches the end of the game, the veteran can still play without being killed.
I am a dog with the zodiac sign of Mu. I have never been to school and cannot read. My father’s name is Mu Buqi, my brother’s name is a horse, my brother’s name is a pig, and my sister’s name is a tiger. My family lives in Mujiazhuang, another county. I escaped from famine and came to Pingcheng to live as a coolie. I haven’t married a woman, I can’t afford one, I can’t feed myself alone, and women are a burden. I was whipped by my master, suffered from hunger, and supported the liberation of Pingcheng. I look forward to having a dry meal every day, a meal of lo mein every now and then, and a meal of sesame seed pancakes with soy sauce.
Wang Ziwu repeated this sentence countless times. When registering as a laborer in the neighborhood, he was recommended to work as a logistics handyman in the Public Security Bureau. Wang Ziwu was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He was really afraid of what he was going to do. He went to work as a handyman in the Public Security Bureau. He wanted to escape from Pingcheng, but when he looked back, he realized that if he escaped, he would no longer be able to use his identity as a Mu dog. Should he re-enable Wang Ziwu? He has fallen into a dry well and can no longer live. Once this rule is broken, he will be on the run for the rest of his life and will never be able to stop.
It is safer to work in the dark under the light. It may be safer to work in the public security bureau. Wang Ziwu walked into the Public Security Bureau with his head lowered. Are you Lao Mu? follow me. Section Chief Wu of the Logistics Section took him to pick up work clothes and familiarize himself with the handyman position. Walk through the corridor in the front building of the Public Security Bureau to the logistics section in the back building. The sound of footsteps hit his heart, and Wang Ziwu felt that this corridor was longer than the road he had walked in half his life.
Several gunshots suddenly rang outside. As soon as the door of the Public Security Bureau opened, Zhang Qiang, the chief of the investigation section, and several soldiers walked in with two people. Among them, the man in black clothes shouted in horror: "Don't shoot me. I'm not a hidden agent, I'm not Shenhou, I'm just an internal staff member of Pingcheng Station." My name is Wang Ziwu, I have never participated in a raid, and I have never killed anyone!
When Wang Ziwu heard his name, he almost missed the mark and fell down. I live as a dog born in the year of Mu, and if someone lives as me, they must at least kill me first! Who is this person, and why does he use the identity he threw into the dry well? The logistics team is not considered a genuine special service. It is different under special circumstances. Especially when the field team is severely damaged by the Communist army and there is insufficient manpower, the logistics team will take off its civilian disguise!
The man in black was escorted and walked towards the other side of the corridor. He no longer said that he was Wang Ziwu, but was saying what Wang Ziwu should say. He was confident that he no longer had to prove his identity. Wang Ziwu cocked his ears and eavesdropped, almost believing that the man in black was Wang Ziwu. He didn't know this person. He couldn't be sure whether he was from the Central Unification Bureau's internal investigation or from the plainclothes office of Pingcheng Headquarters.
Wang Ziwu's curiosity suddenly died out. The biggest lurking enemy is curiosity. Wang Ziwu knew that he was a disconnected lurker, and the possibility of awakening a disconnected lurker was only a few tenths of a percent. If he dived deeply, he would almost never be awakened, and he would remain dormant until death.
The training course for disconnected lurkers is very cruel. You have to endure a month of darkness in a dungeon, without any light, with moldy walls and rats as companions. If he couldn't bear it and wanted to give up, he would ring the bell to dismiss get out of class and receive a two-level demotion.
You have never been in a dungeon, so you don't understand the language of mice. You are not a genuine agent , but you are working as a top agent offline and lurking. The chess piece got to this point by chance, a pawn approaching the veteran. If you die, it will be the Mu dog who dies, not Wang Ziwu. Wang Ziwu saw his thin face in the mirror, living like someone else, and muttered secretly in his heart. He is getting further and further away from the arrogant and arrogant civil servant Prince Wu, who graduated from college and was appointed as the deputy section chief of the civil service with a monthly salary of 120 silver dollars .Within a quarter of an hour that afternoon, he quickly became an illiterate, submissive, low-level non-staff servant named Mu, who earns three yuan a month.
Wang Ziwu thought to himself that he would never be a civilian captain or deputy section chief, and would become Bai Ding Mu Dog, a city-sick countryman. This was the most important thing at the moment, and he couldn't afford to be careless.
One's own eyes cannot stay on the text for a moment. A literate person looks at the text like looking at the face of an acquaintance, with warm eyes. Illiterate people have no sense of words and have cold eyes. The difference is huge. From now on, you should not walk in a gust of wind, give up the so-called graceful demeanor, and have a slightly hunched back to look like a person doing hard work. When eating, you should hunch your shoulders and face, and make vulgar noises.
Wang Ziwu took out his beloved Huapai pistol, wrapped it in a thick towel, and prepared to throw the gun into the river at night, but he retracted his hand and his face darkened. Initially, the Mu dog was recruited to join the logistics team as a non-staff handyman. A disconnection inspection has been conducted on it, and the entire village was washed away by the flood. Mu Gou did not encounter the flood because he was driving a car to do some outside work. As a non-staff handyman, it was enough to disconnect to this extent. However, nowadays, it is not appropriate to disconnect and lurk, and it is not appropriate to disconnect roughly. If there are a few people who know Mu Dog who are still alive, even if one person shows up, the whole game will be lost. Prince Musashi laid down his Kapai pistol and was ready to "clear the line" at any time.
Wang Ziwu, who was arrested and sent to the Public Security Bureau, seemed to have become Wang Ziwu seamlessly and seemed to understand Wang Ziwu better than Wang Ziwu. If you are already someone else, then you have to become another person. Who can be willful and be themselves all the time? If you don’t find a suitable role in a special period, who can survive peacefully! Thinking of this, Wang Ziwu was a little scared. If Mu Dog had not staggered through the door that day and returned to Building 9, the real and fake Wang Ziwu might have had a life-and-death duel.
Wang Ziwu was lying on the wooden bed in the rental house. He opened the door and did not dare to be himself. The way he lay down and secretly expressed his anger, he tried to get as close to the Mu dog as possible, like an illiterate layman. He hinted to himself, I am this person, and I can only be this person for the rest of my life. When you live, you are someone else, and when you die, you are someone else.
Wang Ziwu tried his best to work with his head down without saying a word. Dogs born in the year of Mu tend to talk less. They talk less to others than to themselves. Prince Wu Chang muttered to himself, which was the usual way for honest country people. When he turned around, the logistics section chief was standing behind him, observing him. Prince Wu's heart tightened and he thought to himself, could it be that the section chief discovered my omission?
The logistics section chief said: Lao Mu, put down what you are doing and follow me immediately. Wang Ziwu numbly put down a pot of beans, then "sluggishly" stacked the beans, patted the vegetable scraps off his hands, nodded and followed.
walked through the corridor, the section chief didn't say a word, he was angry and dignified. Wang Ziwu was in a state of confusion, not knowing what scene he would face. He pretended to be calm, emptied the contents of his eyes, and pretended to be fine. Walking to the backyard, the logistics section chief said: Just now a cart of vegetables was transported from outside the city. You are responsible for putting the vegetables into storage, and then taking the fellow vegetable pullers to the canteen for dinner.
Prince Wu's anxious heart was secretly relieved, and he suddenly ran towards the cart of vegetables with some joy. He has never felt that the aroma of vegetable leaves is so strong, and that Chinese cabbage and celery can be so beautiful. The fellow driver smiled at him honestly. Country people don't like to talk when they go to the city and always smile.
With a sense of joy, Wang Ziwu arranged for fellow villagers to put the vegetables into storage. They told the old man and the young man to wash their hands and led them to the canteen to get food. Walking towards the canteen, the car owner asked Wang Ziwu awkwardly: Where is the cloth shop? I'll pull a few feet of cloth to the dog's mother. Wang Ziwu almost went into shock. He steadied his steps and his heartbeat slowed down. He asked: Fellow fellow, who were you talking about just now? The car owner said: I said my son Mu is a dog. Before going out, his mother said don’t forget to pull off a few feet of cloth.
Wang Ziwu's sky has fallen, and it is difficult for him to notice what the sound has become. Your son's name is Mu Dog. What's your name, fellow? My name is Mu Bu Hungry. What are your children's names? They are called Mu in the year of rat, Mu in the year of horse, Mu in the year of tiger, Mu in the year of dragon, Mu in the year of dragon.
The statue of Prince Wu was as pale and feeble as blood had been drained from his body, and was covered with sweat. He weakly pointed to the front and said: That's the canteen, you two go to get food. I have a stomachache and I need to go to the hut.
It turns out that the handyman Mu is a dog, and he also pretended to be someone else's identity, and actually deceived his disconnection review. Although the Pingcheng Station of the Security Bureau does not take the review of non-staff handymen very seriously, it is still considered a formal second-level review. However, it is really chilling for a fake Mu dog to enter the back kitchen of Pingcheng Station of the Secrecy Bureau.
Wang Ziwu smiled with difficulty, his smile so heavy that it could tear his face. Who is that countryman who he personally recruited into the logistics team? He pretended that the Mu dog was alive and flawless. This seemingly honest person might be a bandit on the run, a thief who escaped from prison, or a member of the underworld.
Wang Ziwu carefully put on his flower-branded pistol and decided to clear the line and kill Mu Buxing and Mu Shugou. He lied about eating cold food and went home holding his stomach. He walked slowly in the direction of the rental house. When no one was paying attention, he made a circle out of the city gate and ambush the small ditch where the vegetable delivery truck passed.
Waiting until evening, the vegetable carriage came over, and Wang Ziwu got on the carriage. He took out his pistol and pointed it at the owner of the car, Mu Buxian, and asked him to turn the horse's head and head towards Dagokan. The bottom of Dagokan was deep, with Qianliu River below it. Mu Buxu knew exactly what this man wanted to do, so he had no choice but to do as he said.
Wang Ziwu planned to reach Dagokan and forced him to drive the cart down the ditch and overturn it into Qianliu River. He was not sure whether the vegetable farmer and his son would cry loudly. If so, they would have to shoot. Wang Ziwu chose this place to hijack the car because it was a quiet place. This mule and horse road was not at the entrance to the market, so there were almost no people there.
Mu Buxu was driving the cart and smiled strangely. His laughter made Wang Ziwu's scalp numb. He hit his back with a gun and asked: You are really weird. You are driving the cart as soon as you are driving. Why are you laughing when you are about to die? Gotta come out?
The Mu dog beside him no longer looked honest and honest. He kept snapping his fingers and looked full of mischief. Wang Ziwu had been living in the city and was not familiar with the countryside. The reactions of these two people made him feel a little surprised and he couldn't understand the reason. Mu Buxu suddenly swung his riding whip, causing the cart to shake violently. Mu's dog swooped up and snatched Wang Ziwu's flower pistol.
Wang Ziwu held his stomach and said: It still hurts after taking medicine. I deliberately took double the laxative today to make my body weak, otherwise you two would not be opponents. Mu Buxu reined up the mules and horses in a secluded area beside the mule and horse track, took out some fodder from the horse feed bag, put it in front of the mules and horses, beat their teeth, and rested the animals for a while. He turned around and patted Wang Ziwu on the shoulder and said: "If you haven't taken laxatives, you are no match, civilian Captain Wang." Mu Buxian slowly raised his left arm, revealing a dagger tattoo.
Wang Ziwu asked in surprise: Are you from the No. 8 Officer Building? Mu Buxu said with a half-smile, "Xincheng Security Headquarters, plainclothes officer Gu Cun, you don't know that." Wang Ziwu's heart skipped a beat and he almost uttered the nickname Gu Yan Wang. Gu Cun is the famous executioner in Building 8. Wang Ziwu has never met him, but he has always heard that Gu Yan Wang will not let anyone alive under his gun.
Gu Cun skillfully handled the flower-branded pistol with a strange expression. Wang Ziwu thought to himself, if it fell into the hands of Gu Yanwang from the plainclothes department, he might not be able to escape today. Wang Ziwu gritted his teeth and asked, "The Mu dog is my shell. What's going on if you guys in plainclothes snatch it away?" Gu Cun sneered and said: When did the people from Pingcheng Station of the Secrecy Bureau still behave like this? Your shell? Now there are more than seven or eight people who are called Mu dogs.
Wang Ziwu said anxiously: How can this be done? It will be a mess. The public security bureau will check it all. Gu Cun smiled bitterly and said: There has been chaos for a long time. Those who cannot escape can only grab the shells and hide. There aren't so many clean shells, so of course I'll just grab them all. Wang Ziwu said: However, the Mu dog is a disguise made by me. According to the rules, this shell should belong to me, Wang Ziwu.
Gu Cun laughed loudly and lowered his voice and said: Mu Dog is an assassin, and the Japanese are behind him. It's a pity that I didn't kill him with one shot. You think that the dog born in the year of Mu is a clean shell, but he is an insidious traitor.
Gu Cun glanced at Wang Ziwu, lit a cigarette and handed it to him and said: You are such a pathetic thing. You have become so obsessed with doing those things that you don't even dare to recognize who you are. How pitiful, how pitiful! Wang Ziwu lowered his head and took a few puffs of cigarette. He choked and coughed, and the sweat from his forehead dripped on the ground.
Gu Cun asked: Do you remember who you are? After waiting for a while, when Wang Ziwu remained silent, Gu Cun leaned into Wang Ziwu's ear and said: Xu Benyu, the major team leader of the interrogation room at Pingcheng Station of the Security Bureau, is a famous black killer. You are proficient in all torture instruments and use them beautifully. In your hands, life would be worse than death. How many people should have lived, but walked away with serious injuries? When Shanghai fell, you were the first to have a nervous breakdown. You felt that Pingcheng could not be saved. You heard cries under the torture instruments every night. Your screams spread from Civil Service Building No. 9 to Building No. 8, causing people with blood on their hands to stay awake, have nightmares, and desert their jobs.
Your collapse has become a typical incident and extremely shaken the morale of the military. Station Commander Pingcheng scratched his head, the security commander was furious, and even alerted Director Mao. It would be easier to execute you secretly. However, Shangfeng gave a special order to reverse the collapse of Apartment No. 9, otherwise there would be no morale!
Wang Ziwu, also known as the major executioner Xu Benyu, was shaking all over and instinctively covered his ears, but the Mu dog forcefully opened his fingers. Gu Cun went on to say: At this juncture, Wang Ziwu, the deputy chief of the internal service section of Pingcheng Station, was drunk and accidentally fell into the river. This shell with less stains is assigned to you. With the substitute shell, your collapse and madness can be alleviated. You did the memory removal and completely forgot about Xu Benyu.
Gu Cun caught up with the cart and walked towards Dagoukan. He lowered his voice and continued: Major Xu Benyu, you never dare to admit that you are an executioner. Tiexin became Wang Ziwu, and Wang Ziwu is your way of survival and your future. But unexpectedly, when the People's Liberation Army cannon fired, the Pingcheng National Army was in chaos. Those who could not leave during the retreat ignored the assignments and arrangements and rushed to grab the life-saving shells. Pingcheng turned into a mess overnight. You are worried that a few Wang Ziwu will appear, which will make you feel extremely uncomfortable, but there is nothing you can do about it. In a panic, you snatched the identity of Mu Dog, but he didn't know that Mu Dog was assigned to Turtle, and Turtle arranged for the most popular latent agent to be Mu Dog.
You messed up Turtle's plan. My task is to get rid of the extra Mu dogs for Turtle. I won't keep any extra dogs. The mules and horses walked leisurely, making rhythmic creaking, and the faint sound of the rushing water of the Qianliu River could be heard. Wang Ziwu and Xu Benyu asked with a trembling voice: If I give up being a dog belonging to the Mu family and go to hide in a shell, why do you need to kill me?
Gu Cun said: To put it lightly, you have broken the shell of the Mu dog, and this is your punishment. Whether the tortoise uses the Mu dog or not, that is the tortoise's business, but the chaos that lurks and snatches the shell must be sorted out.
Xu Benyu lost hope of living and finally asked: Who is the turtle? Why is he so mysterious? Can you tell me before you leave? Gu Cun pointed to the front and said, "When Dagokan is here, it's the end of the road for you."
After getting off the carriage, Xu Benyu said: I don't know how to swim, and I am afraid of water. I didn't expect it to be like this. Is this my fate? Gu Cun smiled bitterly and shook his head: It doesn't matter what you or I say about this matter, just accept it, Major.
Xu Benyu took a breath of air, grabbed a handful of soil, closed his eyes and muttered: Wherever it floats, the shore will be. Gu Cun gently pushed his back with his hand, walked to the edge of the ditch, and said softly: Let's go, this is your last apartment No. 9. Give it a hard push. Gu Cun screamed, fell to the bottom of the ditch, and rolled into the Qianliu River.
The Mu dog looked down, instinctively clapped his hands twice and said: The turtle recognizes you as the Mu dog. You cut off the line and lurk on your own, which will be appreciated by the turtle. There is no problem with your inspection this time.
Xu Benyu looked at Mu Dog in horror, trembling all over and asked: Who are you? Why did Gu Yanwang die? Mu Dog said: You don’t need to know who I am. It was Gui who ordered Gu Cun to be executed because he had tattoos on his body. As long as there are people with tattoos, they can no longer lurk. If they stay, they will be troublesome. Turtle ordered that anyone with tattoos on their body, no matter how big or small, would be executed. Xu Benyu said tremblingly: Gu Yanwang can go into the mountains. Tattoos are easy to be exposed in the city, but there is nothing wrong in the mountains.
Mu Dog drove the cart towards Pingcheng, pointed to the mountains in the distance, sighed and said: Such a big mountain, how many turtles do you know hidden there? Besides, the turtle today is no longer the same turtle as before!
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