Novel serialization (31) "Open the Iron Door: The Case of Counterfeit Money" (Author Liu Ling)

"I didn't think about running away, I was just looking for a place to. ”

Li Jinsong repeatedly emphasized to everyone, mainly to the cadres and the two small armed policemen, possibly including the driver. Zhong Zheng sensed that he was more like a quibble. He smiled wryly, and there was blood on his cheeks.

"What does it matter to someone else!" Zhong Zheng pondered.

The prisoner's cart continued to toss and turn, sifting through chaff. It is estimated that the people who were awake in the car were thinking that the fugitives from Cloak Mountain Prison were indeed looking for death, and it was clear that there were only two years left, and they were put in bed at dawn. Zhong Zheng guessed that Li Jinsong originally planned that as long as he walked downstream along the winding mountain stream, he would be able to find the big river without much effort, and then find a boat, and maybe be able to escape. Unexpectedly, he hadn't even approached the mountain stream that others told him, and he encountered a lone wild boar in Dagangou. He also deserved to be unlucky, the wild boar was not easy to hurt people, but the pig let the hunter hurt first, so he went crazy. The wild boar and the fugitive were panicked on the spot, it probably wanted to save his life, regarded him as a mortal enemy, went crazy, ran up and bit Li Jinsong on a rampage. He sat in the same position as the city prison guard, and kept muttering. The fugitives knew it was too late to turn around and run, and bravely faced the enemy head-on. When he was fighting with the wild boar, he reflexively used his right hand to block it, but he didn't feel much pain at the time. Just felt that the arm was too strong, and the fugitive in the prisoner car said with a sad face, his hand was light, "That's it," he even wanted to raise his arm to show everyone, and immediately shouted to his father and mother that his cheeks were blue in pain, and he had to give up restoring that action. He suddenly came to his senses, as if he was telling someone else's story, and the palm of his hand and the large amputated wrist disappeared inexplicably, and disappeared. Zhong Zheng did feel uneasy, although he knew that he was sitting in the prison car, his body temperature and height, and his excitement was like this, he was really afraid that he would return to the light and die in his seat. Fortunately, the wild boar bit off his wrist and turned his head and ran away - someone in the back two rows suddenly asked, haven't pigs always been vegetarians, how funny, mutated and cannibal. The prison guard said that you stuffed chicken feathers in your ears, and you didn't hear that the wild boar was injured first. The guy actually replied that he didn't stuff the chicken feathers, and he wanted to touch his ears with his fingers, only then did he remember the handcuffed - Li Jinsong continued, he was not afraid to chase out of a small way, and bent down to pick up a stone and hit the boar's buttocks. He was completely unprepared to lose his hand, perhaps wanting to come back and yell at the boar, but the fierce pig had disappeared in a blink of an eye. The fugitive fell to the ground and was immediately frightened.

The hand turned upside down and the broken place was broken, and blood gushed out directly. He was wearing a labor camp robe, and blood was sprinkled on his face, including his hair, and even the weeds and bushes around him. Li Jinsong is fortunate that he does not have six gods and no owner, and he usually goes to the mine in the sub-prison labor reform team, and has seen how to deal with other people's injuries temporarily. He knew that it was important to save his life, so he quickly took off his outer pants first, and took off his cotton wool pants, which were much softer, and then he bit them with his teeth, and then grabbed them with his good hand, tore them open, and hurriedly covered the wounds. The blood is still seeping out, and the gauze torn from the cotton wool pants is wet for a while, but it still can't be stopped! In this way, the blood in the whole body will not be long in the flow of blood. Fortunately, I felt less bleeding than at the beginning. Li Jinsong endured the great pain and put on his pants again. Li Jinsong thought that he might die in this big ditch, and he was scared and really flustered.

The seriously injured fugitives from Cloak Hill Prison panicked, but they still didn't mess around. He sat on a gray-black rock, tore off the three-finger-wide cloth belt from the remaining cotton wool trousers, and wound it ten centimeters up from the fracture several times, and tied it into a dead knot, and the blood seemed to stop for a while. He didn't dare to lose the remaining cotton wool pants, for fear that it would be useful. Ah, God, it hurts to death! The pain repeatedly chewed on Li Jinsong's main sensory organs and nerves. Replacing it with teeth and losing it was just a struggle for work, and it was indeed the first time for him, and he wasn't used to it. Li Jinsong didn't know whether it was pain or maybe because he was tired and sweaty. Because of the excessive bleeding and the fact that he had not eaten for more than ten hours, he felt that his heart was beating faster, and he began to panic, and his head felt dizzy.

It was as if feeling more and more that the heavy body would make him fall at any time and place. But the fugitive also knew that he couldn't sleep now, that he wouldn't wake up, and that when others saw him again, he would be a pile of bones. Not only must he not fall, but even if he has some breath left, he must climb over the rock in front of him before it gets dark, and he must cross a slope overgrown with shrubs, green thatched bamboos, thorn cages, wild cotton, giant wheat, and white rhododendrons blooming, and return as soon as possible to the only county-level road at the beginning. Otherwise, he would not be able to escape the pursuit of black and white impermanence, and he would definitely die in this big dry ditch. Time is running out, and fugitives must move as fast as they can. Li Jinsong was even a little glad that his two big thick legs and feet were intact. The most worthy of comforting yourself is that you are in the prime of life and have always been healthy.

Now, the only thing he was worried about was that those hungry jackals in the barren mountains and mountains didn't know where they were hiding, and if they smelled blood, they would follow them. Li Jinsong has been in this kind of ghost place for many years, and he understands the nature of the cunning and most ferocious beasts, even if it is just a single and thin old jackal, a wolf with a broken leg, or even a blind golden-threaded leopard, even if it is a hungry and panicked eagle in the sky, he will definitely not be able to resist now.

"I'm not even worthy to be a dog!" he whispered, crying. The fugitive knew better that getting ahead of the beasts and getting back to the road was his only chance of survival. On that winding road, there are many people with the same status as Li Jinsong, who are participating in the rescue, and of course, cadres. It was also thanks to the lively beasts that fled to higher and more remote areas for the past few days in a row, otherwise he would have suffered a long time ago. Back on the road, he will undoubtedly be caught, that is, he will have to go back to the dark mines, and he will be punished. What's more, it is impossible for him to return to his hometown in this life, and Li Jinsong doesn't need to think about the small county where he was born and grew up. In fact, in normal society, there is no unit willing to take him in, and the next choice he can make is to stay in the mine for employment. Like thousands of those veteran workers, according to the regulations, they were lucky enough to marry a daughter-in-law and have children in the mines, including their descendants. If you're unlucky, you'll end up alone. Now, however, the fugitives stumbled a little even when they walked, using one hand and both feet together, rolling and crawling. His injured hand couldn't help, and the slightest carelessness touching a branch would hurt him so much that he was forced to scream. The fugitive from Cloak Hill Prison deliberately shouted and shouted, and shouted two lines of song, he did not think that the lack of sound could actually save energy and physical strength, and he desperately shouted that it hurts, it hurts, God, your mother, if you want to take your life, take it away quickly! He used this to alleviate or pretend to forget the pain of the wound. Not only is this kind of ingenuity, but the fugitive probably wants to dance loudly and scream so that others can hear him. He believed that there must be people everywhere looking for him now, trying to catch him. Instead, the fugitives complained that the usual smart people were too stupid. It's just a big dry ditch, and there are countless rocks, is it really so hard to find? On this day, how far did he run out? Dozens of miles, maybe only a dozen miles, all the south, east, north, and west are all in chaos.

The sun is still there at the beginning, and when it is empty, it will not be flickering. As soon as it gets dark, the moon will come out in the east. At this time, the fugitive did not know which direction the sun was. How did the clouds become so thick, could it be the so-called cumulonimbus clouds, he thought that the moon would not come out at night. The wind is blowing. Li Jinsong stepped on the ditch with his feet, but he hadn't walked this hairy dog road before. There was water at the bottom of the ditch, not deep, and it was three or four streams of white water gushing out of the cracks in the rock.

He scooped water with his palm and washed his face, which was actually to wet his skin so that he could be more sober. The fugitive scooped water with the palm of his hand and drank it to his heart's content. He also picked up a handful of wild fruits that could not be named and stuffed them into his mouth, forgetting that he might be poisoned. Fortunately, it was not poisoned, sweet and sour. The stomach is less hungry and panicked. He finally saw the small road, and the fugitives felt more secure when they met. I really have a solid heart. He believed that whether it was a local villager hunting, a prisoner who was rushing on the highway, or a trainee in a labor camp, Li Jinsong would be rescued if he touched any of them. If you don't meet it, you're only to blame for your bad luck. He even mentally prepared to walk all the way back to Cloak Hill Prison.

He could only survive in this way, but in fact, he didn't really believe that he was going to die soon. For many years, Li Jinsong has witnessed with his own eyes how dangerous it is to work under the mine, and he doesn't know how many fucking people have died, including his own frequent brushes with death, and he is still alive and well. He sometimes even wonders that he hasn't even had a few colds. The fugitive felt that he had always been lucky, otherwise his sentence would not have been commuted. He didn't have a backstage at all, and he minus twice. Of course, this time is an exception, although the crazy boar who was injured in the head, and now he has only lost a palm and a small wrist, and has not bitten off half of his head. When the fugitives from Cloak Hill Prison climbed up the road and stood in the middle of the road, the sky was tingling. Li Jinsong didn't meet anyone for the time being, so he walked along the road.

On the road where he could see the Red Rock Cliff, he thought that there had been people all day, and he was afraid that everyone would get off work. He had no choice but to continue on the road in the direction of Cloak Mountain. After a short while, it was completely dark, and the surroundings were extremely silent. He hadn't gone far when the fugitive saw the bright lights of the car, and he was suddenly deflated, hungry and thirsty, and half of his body hurt to the joints and bones, as if the soles of his feet were aching.

He forgot that he should find a wide place to wait for the car, so he was stupid enough not to wait in the middle of the road. He waited anxiously, waited, and sure enough, he still ran away from Wangshan. The winding road was inexplicably repaired, and for four or five periods, the fugitives could not even see the lights at all, as if they were really hidden by the Grim Reaper or the magician in the black trench coat, locked behind the Iron Curtain.