After waiting for a long time, Li Jian got up and prepared to go for dinner before the reporter woke up. Who knew that the person on the bed suddenly spoke at this time.

"Water...water..."

Damn, who is the young master?

But now he is the old man, and he is the young master and he still has to serve him tea and water.

A cup of tea was poured from the table and slowly poured it into him. The second guy opened his eyes suddenly and grabbed Li Jian's collar, but was pressed on the bed by the third young master.

Grandma's, why does this scene look so disharmonious? It means a bit strange in color.

"What do you want to do?"

"Let me go, I..."

I don't know if this guy has recovered his memory. His eyes are no longer as confused as before. Although he still speaks a little trembling, his whole body looks much better.

When Li Jian saw that the man was almost done, he let go of his hand and pushed him down. Then he walked to the table and poured a cup of tea. At this time, Uncle San and his friends also heard the movement and rushed over.

"What's going on?"

"The person has woken up, but I don't know if this brain can still be used. I hope we are lucky and can ask something out of his mouth."

After saying that, he poured a cup of tea. He couldn't live this day. He hadn't eaten yet. He didn't wake up when he was about to wake up, but he woke up at dinner time. Isn't it okay to be troubled!

However, as far as the current question is concerned, it is indeed much more important to ask from this guy's mouth than to eat.

Uncle San walked to the bed and found that the man woke up, and asked softly:

"How are you now?"

Uncle San is worthy of being the third uncle. Although he is over 40 years old, he should have been a handsome guy when he was young, and now his face is still as handsome as he was back then.

Looking like a kind old uncle with no vicious expression on his face, the fear in the reporter immediately dissipated most of the fear.

The Third Young Master deeply felt that Uncle San should be a psychologist. He would definitely make a lot of money when he was in this industry. If the Japanese were driven out in the future, he would have to suggest Uncle San be a psychologist. After all, doing this is not his strength.

“Where is this place?”

"My home!"

Before Uncle San could answer his question, the Third Young Master turned his head slightly and answered in front of Uncle San.

However, the reporter seemed a little afraid of Li Jian. The kick he kicked his butt just now still hurts a little.

No one likes rude people, especially when a person is in a very insecure sense.

At this time, I need to comfort my kind old uncle like Uncle San. Uncle San glared at Li Jian, and the third young master shrugged, if he hadn't said anything at all.

Li Wucheng now found that the problem seemed to be better than he thought, because after such a fuss, the person in front of him should have recovered his memory.

Since things have developed to this point, the next task is clear, that is, he asks the location out of his mouth.

"You are where we live now. Don't worry, it's safe. We just rescued you from the Japanese.

I believe you should also know why the Japanese arrested you. For this reason, we have been looking for you everywhere.

I don’t know if you still remember it. They brought you back from the Japanese a few days ago. At that time, you were still in a daze."

Qi Quan thought about it and then recalled some things. The faces in this room were very familiar. Although he always felt that he had missed something, he was not very afraid of these people. At most, he was afraid that they would beat him.

Since life safety is guaranteed, the person's spirit will stabilize and then slowly walk over.

Li Wucheng kicked Li Jian away, pulled a stool from the table for him to sit. The third young master staggered up from the ground, patted his butt, and looked at the guy with his nose, with his eyes full of badness.

Damn, I have no human rights at home!

"I do know something you want to know, but can I ask who you are?"

After drinking another cup of tea, the third young master looked at his West Lake Longjing with a little distressed feeling, but when he heard this, he immediately came over.

Uncle San pushed his cynical face away with some disgust and said to Qi Quan:

"We are all Chinese with flesh and blood. The purpose of finding you is to find that place and then destroy it so that the things inside cannot harm any Chinese.

For this, we have paid a lot of fresh lives, hoping to deal with that place as soon as possible.

We have been preparing for this mission for nearly a year, and have fought several major battles with the Japanese during this period. Everyone here has experienced countless life and death.

The purpose is to hope that you can tell us all the information you know.”

Qi Quan seemed to have guessed the identities of the group of people in front of him. After all, he used to be a journalist and had contact with many people. At the beginning, he even took some photos of the battlefield of the Anti-Japanese War.

But later the Japanese came, and their newspapers were not making comments about the War of Resistance, but just made some ordinary news reports.

He took a long breath, closed his eyes to relieve his mood, and then said to these people with some seriousness:

“I have… experienced an extremely bloody scene, and I will dream about it until now.

I never want to experience that horrible scene in my life, and even I became crazy myself, for this reason.”

"Then what did you see?"

Li Jian was a little curious. What kind of scene was that made this person so panicked that he even had his brains.

He swallowed his saliva, and Qi Quan's face recalled the scene at that time with a hint of panic.

"That day... I was following a group of people to take some photos in a place southwest of Peking City, and I heard that something strange happened there.

But on the way, I met a group of Japanese devils, thinking that even if you can't capture those strange news photos, it's okay to take some photos of Japanese devils.

Moreover, these Japanese devils are different from other Japanese devils. Among them, there are only five or six people wearing military uniforms, and the rest are all wearing white chemical protective suits and gas masks.

I followed them all night, until I saw them appear at the foot of a mountain.

I thought the matter had come to an end, and when I just took the photos and was about to leave, the Japanese moved some things from the car.

The trucks should have been parked here a long time ago. I paused. Although I was a little hesitant, I still chose to park there, wanting to see what would happen.

But who knows, this will be the beginning of a nightmare…”
Chapter completed!