Chapter 50 Crazy! Tian Xiaoyu
After hearing what Chen Xiao said, Zhang Tao finally broke down. He wanted to cry, but he could only make "ah ah" sounds. Chen Xiao then remembered that Zhang the translator's jaw had not been put back in place. No wonder his saliva was all over his collar.
He quickly made a "hoarse" sound and put it back on. As soon as Zhang the translator could speak, he immediately burst into tears. He looked so sad that anyone who heard him cried. He looked so sad that anyone who saw him cried. He was the kind that made people feel particularly sympathetic.
"Just ask whatever you want to ask! I promise to tell you everything!"
If he still doesn't understand that the other party did it on purpose, then he is a fool.
He is not a hero.
There are no heroes like them.
As long as you can survive, you can do anything.
If I can get wealth and glory back, I will do anything.
So he decided that as long as the other party asked, he would definitely say whatever he wanted.
Whether you can finish speaking or not depends on whether you can survive in the end.
But he was determined to confess.
Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened...
Zhang Tao had thrown away his coat when he left the city. The guards at the city gate could recognize such flashy clothes at a glance, so after taking off his coat, they put a coarse cloth garment on him.
After the struggle just now, the coarse cloth clothes he was wearing fell off, revealing the shirt underneath. I have to say that this Zhang Tao looks quite handsome.
Speaking of those who can really serve as interpreters for the Japanese these days, of course I am not referring to the funny type of unsophisticated interpreters in TV dramas who are specially trained by the Japanese army in the countryside and only know a few words of Japanese.
In fact, those who served as translators in important departments of the Japanese military headquarters were all high-end talents. After all, they could speak two languages!
There is an old saying that goes, "A man of culture is naturally elegant." A high level of culture has some hidden benefits in improving one's image.
For example, now Chen Xiao is looking at Zhang Tao in front of him. If he didn't know that he is a translator of the Japanese army, he would definitely sympathize with this handsome young man.
It’s a pity that he knows it, but some people don’t.
Not only did they not know that Zhang Tao was a translator for the Japanese army, but they also thought that he was a scholar who was kidnapped by bandits.
After all, with the monk's height of 1.9 meters and broad shoulders and a strong waist, just standing there is enough to scare people without him saying anything or doing anything.
In this world where appearance matters, if a person like the monk stands there, out of 100 people, at least 99 of them would think he is a bandit.
so……
"Don't move! Put your hands up!" a woman shouted coldly.
Chen Xiao looked back and saw that the three people who had quietly approached over 30 meters away finally jumped out by themselves, a woman and two men.
The girl had shoulder-length hair and was wearing a school uniform. She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old.
The two men looked a little older, wearing newer Zhongshan suits, and looked very smart and neat.
Both of them have guns in their hands, both of them are mirror-faced boxes , but why are the woman's hands shaking?
"Classmate, classmate, are you okay?" The woman walked towards this side while vigilantly pointing the gun at Chen Xiao and Wei Heshang. She seemed very worried about Zhang the translator who was still lying on the ground.
classmate?
Does Zhang the translator still look like a student?
How old is he?
No, it really looks like it!
Translator Zhang is in his twenties. He is his father's old son. At the age of 20, he went to study in Japan. After several years of study, he finally returned and worked as an interpreter for the Japanese army.
He is only twenty-four or twenty-five years old now. He eats delicious food and drinks spicy drinks all day long and lives a life of luxury. He looks younger than the average twenty-four or twenty-five year old man. People would believe that he is twenty years old if he said he is.
So in this woman's eyes, a man in his twenties wearing white trousers, a white shirt and leather shoes should be a progressive young man, or at least a modern young man.
Unlike these two, neither of them seem like good people.
The tall one, who was strong and domineering, gave people a sense of oppression and did not look like a good person at first glance.
This one was a little shorter and was wearing an old scholar's gown. It was obvious that he was not a progressive person.
And the three women didn't jump out all of a sudden, but had been watching there quietly for a while.
I saw these two people standing in front of me, and the one driving a three-wheeled motorcycle torturing the one lying on the ground.
Especially this motorcycle, the plaster flag on it has not been removed yet!
So no matter how you look at them, they look like two bad guys, and the one on the ground looks like a good student being bullied by the two bad guys.
After all, they could see that the two men took the student's bones apart and then put them back together, then took them apart and put them back together again. How painful that must have been!
…
In Chen Xiao's opinion, among these few people, only the two men have some strength. They are okay in front of others, but not good enough in front of him.
But these three people are quite confused. From what they say, we can tell that they think the translator in front of them is a student, and that they and Monk Wei are the bad guys?
Then I'll go...
Then I'll go...
"Xiaotian, take the people and go." One of the men urged the woman while looking at Chen Xiao and Monk Wei vigilantly.
Another one walked over and tried to help the woman lift Interpreter Zhang up from the ground.
"No, I can't walk yet. You have to ask them to straighten my legs. They put them crookedly. I can't move my legs!"
Translator Zhang is indeed a smart man. He saw that the three newcomers did not look like they were against the Japanese army. They all had guns in their hands. They were either from the National Government or the Eighth Route Army.
So he decided to strike first and discredit the two big men who had captured him here before they revealed their identities as Japanese military translators.
So, as long as scholars are willing, their hearts can be black!
"where are they?"
"They are the devil's people. Two monks who escaped from the temple and disobeyed the rules and regulations, and became the devil's running dogs!"
"Look at the guy with shorter hair. He has scars from his ordination."
"They did all kinds of evil things, including rape and robbery. The most abominable thing is that these two playboys dared to go to Yihong Courtyard to drink and strangled several poor women who sold their bodies to death."
Chen Xiao suppressed his laughter and replied in a monk's accent: "You can't wrongly accuse me. Those women are not dead, they just fainted."
This sentence immediately made the three people in front of him believe that what Zhang the translator said just now was not a lie. Especially when they saw the scar on Monk Wei's forehead, they believed Zhang the translator's words without a doubt.
Why did Chen Xiao say that?
Even though these three men were holding guns, they were too close to him and no longer posed a threat to him.
The reason why he made this joke and followed up on what Translator Zhang said was because he recognized who the woman in front of him was.
"Little girl, your name is Tian Yu?"
A girl of eighteen or nineteen years old had no experience, so she responded naturally to the sudden question.
"No, my name is Tian Xiaoyu!"
Crazy! Tian Xiaoyu?
After hearing this, he was certain that Tian Xiaoyu was the girl, but why was there an extra "little" character?
Has this girl appeared in the 40th year now?
Logically speaking, shouldn't I have met Lao Li in the hospital in 1945 or 1946?
