Gu Lanjun was wearing a purple woolen coat, had her hair permed into pear-shaped curls, wore a silk scarf, had exquisite makeup on her face, and was wearing seven-centimeter high heels.
She was dressed like a modern young lady, and at first glance, she was very eye-catching.
The interrogator respectfully led her inside.
"You go out first, I want to say a few words to him."
"Miss Gu only has twenty minutes."
Gu Lanjun gave a faint "hmm".
The door was closed from the outside. Gu Lanjun glanced at the chair, disgustedly took out a handkerchief from her bag, spread it on the chair, and sat down in front of Yi Mu.
Gu Lanjun looked Yi Mu up and down, lit a cigarette, and asked, "Are you alright?"
Yimu was trembling all over, from the cold, the pain, and the hunger.
How is Zeng Guangzhao?
"He's fine, he's just still half asleep."
As Gu Lanjun spoke, she took the scarf off her neck, revealing two shocking hickeys on her slender neck.
Yi Mu shivered.
Gu Lanjun raised an eyebrow: "Are you cold?"
Yi Mu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and asked, "What do you want? To kill Zeng Guangzhao?"
The menthol cigarette was thin and long, and it was finished in the time it took to say a few words.
Gu Lanjun stood up, her face calm, but a hint of madness lurked deep in her eyes.
"He will live a good life, but Zeng Guangzhao will never exist in the Central Army again?"
Yi Mu didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Look at the person you love, who is single-mindedly trying to drag you into the abyss. Zeng Guangzhao, you are simply a fool.
Gu Lanjun came to persuade Yi Mu to cooperate.
She stubbed out her cigarette and told Yi Mu, "As long as you tell them, they will let you leave. When that happens, go far away and never come back."
Yi Mu remained silent. Gu Lanjun stood in front of him for a while, then turned and left.
Imu's body ached all over, but his mind was exceptionally clear.
He suddenly realized that there was a loophole in what Gu Lanjun said.
The interrogator kept pressuring him to admit that Zeng Guangzhao had illicit relations with the Communist Party and that the group behind him wanted Zeng Guangzhao dead.
How could Gu Lanjun possibly protect Zeng Guangzhao by herself?
She's lying. What's her purpose?
Before he could sort out his thoughts, the interrogator came back in.
Without a word, I turned on the switch, gave him a shock, and then asked leisurely, "Have you thought it through?"
Yi Mu lowered his head, breathing rapidly.
Could it be that he's mistaken, and this interrogator wasn't sent by that group at all, but by someone else entirely?
Just then, two more people came in.
Two acquaintances.
One was Zeng Guangzhao's former adjutant, who had been slapped across the face by Yi Mu in Beiping; the other was the division commander who had harassed Yi Mu on the battlefield half a month earlier.
The interrogator saw the two of them and gave them a fawning smile.
"Oh, what brings you two here? I'm almost done here."
The foul-mouthed instructor lectured him, "Useless thing, get out. We'll take over here."
"Yes, yes, I'll get out of here right now!"
The interrogator handed him the remote control and turned to leave.
The adjutant and the division commander stood in front of Yi Mu, both with ill intentions, and sized him up.
The division commander's eyes burned with fervor.
"Look at this beauty, she's a beauty even when she's covered in wounds. I really want to rub her and swallow her whole."
Yi Mu's mouth was dry, and he wanted to speak, but he could only cough out a series of breathy sounds.
The adjutant glared at him hatefully; he still remembered the humiliation he had suffered back then.
"You're thirsty, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll feed you something good to drink in a bit."
The division commander understood his unspoken message, exchanged a glance with him, and gave a lewd smile.
"Hahaha, yeah, don't worry, I'll make sure you drink your fill."
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