Since the prison is built on an island, it means that the density of this prison is not ordinary.

Although the ghost phone is free, my time is tight, and the time for the answerer is tighter. After hanging up the phone, a sent me back to the dean's office in Anleburg.

The prison officer Mess had arrived and scolded Rapo and Sally, so he ordered Jefferson to wash my stomach.

Jefferson inserted a plastic hose into my mouth, turned on the water supply switch, and pinched my nose. I was immediately choked and pulled off the tube in my mouth and coughed violently.

Soapy water sprayed on the sofa, and Jefferson quickly turned off the switch of the gastric scrubber. This was a portable suction machine, with one end of the pipe placed in a bucket with soap powder.

I coughed out the water from my lungs and asked the prison guards: "What are you going to do to me? Why do you rinse me with water?"

The prison officer signaled Jefferson to take the gastric sanitizer away. He sat down on the sofa opposite and asked me: "Even if you take sleeping pills, you can't sleep so much, right?"

Without answering, the prison officer said to the two prison guards: "Take him to the interrogation room!"

Lei Bo responded quickly and asked, "What are you doing when you take me to the interrogation room? Do you want to interrogate me again?"

The prison officer explained: "The above suddenly gave instructions, and the video call will proceed immediately!"

I was stunned. What should I do now? If Jung Soo-min had not received the notification from Green Ji, these Americans would definitely want to arrest my companion at night.

It seems that I can only try my best to delay time. There are many ways to delay time. The first trick is to pretend to be sick.

I rolled on the ground with my stomach covered, and the prison officer frowned and ordered the two prison guards: "Please carry him to the treatment room and let Jefferson wash his stomach**!"

The two prison guards pulled my limbs and carried them out of the dean's office with difficulty to the elevator entrance. The prison guard pressed the elevator door. As soon as he entered the elevator, the two of them threw me on the floor and started to breathe heavily. I stopped struggling, but I still cried out in my mouth.

"Major Charles has called Hui Shouzeng of the Embassy, ​​but the other party must call you in person to believe it!" The prison officer told me.

After entering the treatment room, two prison guards threw me on the treatment bed. Jefferson hurriedly used a gastric scrubber to prepare to wash my stomach, but the prison guard said, "Give him a good** first, keep his mouth and have to talk!"

I hurriedly said, "No, my stomach is fine. Maybe I had too much dinner, I want to make it easier!"

The prison officer said to Jefferson: "Give him a leather bucket!"

Jefferson handed over a spittoon, and I had to take off my pants and sit on it. Now I'm constipated again.

The two prison guards covered their noses, but the prison officer picked up the phone on his desk and called the office of the Chinese Embassy in Honolulu.

The phone was quickly connected, and the prison officer said to Hui Shouzeng in Chinese: "Since Ambassador Hui doesn't believe me, then let your compatriots speak to you!" He handed me the microphone.

I held the microphone and didn't know what to say to Huishouzeng?

Hui Shouzeng's inquiry came from the other end of the microphone: "Is Xiao Yuan you? I am Hui Shouzeng!"

"Hello Ambassador Hui, I am Yuan Chenghua, I am in Devil's Island Prison now!"

After hearing this, Hui Shouzeng sighed: "I have heard them say that your situation is indeed a bit complicated. You were wandering in other countries during the secret mission. The country expressed doubts about your behavior, but also hoped that you could abide by the confidentiality policy of soldiers. The government would treat your family as martyrs!"

I hurriedly said, "But I am still alive! Why doesn't our country send people to save me?"

The other party smiled bitterly, "It's not that the superiors don't want to save you, but that your situation is very special and cannot be rescued. The superiors sent you to the west to perform missions, but you appeared in the country in the east. What do you think of the superiors?"

He was right. If there is no definite evidence to prove that I did not come here on my own initiative, it will only mean that I became a deserter, which is a treason.

"But my comrade-in-arms can explain my situation to my superiors?" I expressed my last hope.

Huishouzeng said: "But your comrades cannot prove that your behavior is forced. They have come to you, but even if you are rescued and returned to your country, what is waiting for you is the trial of the military court! I personally think you have to make a decision on your own, so that you can at least protect your title and treatment of a martyr!"

My head became bigger immediately. After a moment of calming down, I hurriedly asked him again: "What about my comrades? Let them give up and just pretend I have sacrificed!"

The prison officer quickly hung up the phone, grabbed the microphone from me, and the two prison officers pulled me out of the spittoon.

"Are you informing your accomplices?" the jailer questioned me.

I quickly defended: "No, you have heard it too. My superiors have suspected that I surrendered to you about my behavior!"

The prison officer picked up the phone and dialed the number, and then reported to the microphone: "Mr. Rice, you must have heard the prisoner's call just now? What should I do next? Should I continue the video call?"

Rice said on the other end of the microphone: "No need, I have ordered Nice to take people to the embassy to arrest the suspect!"

The prison officer hung up the phone, my head became bigger again, and FBI dared to blatantly enter the embassy of other countries to arrest people?

The phone ringing on the table rang, and Rice picked up the microphone, and he kept agreeing.

Soon the warden and Rice entered the treatment room, and the prison officer hurriedly reported the situation to both of them.

Rice said to the prison officer: "Please avoid it first. I have a private question to ask Mr. Yuan!"

The warden signaled the prison guards and the prison doctors to leave the treatment room.

I quickly lifted up my tights' pants, pulled the zipper, and Rice pulled a leather chair to sit down, signaling me to sit down on the treatment bed as well.

"If we can't catch your accomplices, we can only let you lead us to the underground fortress on Midway Island. This is the best time for you to make meritorious service!"

I hurriedly said, "I can take you to the underground fortress on Midway Island now. Do you still refuse to believe me completely?"

Rice responded: "It's not that we don't believe you, but that we can't just believe in your words. Since there are secret weapons left by the Japanese army in that underground fortress, we will of course call some military weapons experts to investigate."

I nodded to show my understanding, and the other party said, "You can talk about my grandfather again?"

"Your grandfather has been a military adviser in China for ten years. He had just returned from China and was transferred to serve as an advisor to the USS Arizona warship. He encountered a sneak attack by the Japanese army and unfortunately died in battle. He is a good man, and he also saved the lives of my comrades and my comrades!"

Rice looked puzzled and asked repeatedly in stiff Chinese: "How is this possible? My grandfather died in the early 1940s. At that time, I was afraid that even your father was not born yet, how could you have?"

I confessed: "I just met your grandfather in my dreams, but he is indeed a good person!"

Rice waved at me and expressed disbelief, so she got up and left the room.

Leibo and Sally walked in, took me out of the treatment room, and explained to me: "Since you are not a mentally ill, then send you back to your original cell!"
Chapter completed!