MTL - Twenty Seven Years-Chapter 497 War of Public Opinion (18)

  Chapter 497 Public Opinion War (18)

  November 29, 10 am

  Lizein, in front of the prison gate where a large number of comrades from the International Equality League were imprisoned

"Mr. Capa, please come in." The deputy warden, who ignored Capa last time, had a big change in attitude this time. Seeing Capa coming, he warmly invited him into the prison, "Presumably Capa The gentleman also has some understanding of the situation, so he should be able to understand what I did before."

"I fully understand, I have to do like you." Capa is now not interested in this kind of trivial past, he followed the words of the deputy warden, and then asked the deputy warden to take him directly to the prison prison for innocent people.

  The deputy warden took Capa to the other side very simply, but there was a slight objection on his mouth, and he smiled and lowered his voice: "You know everything, what are you going to do?"

   Capa looked around as he walked: "Interviews can be made up out of thin air, but photos can't."

"The main thing is that the prisoners are ordinary people. Is there any problem in taking pictures of them? What I thought was, should I arrange for the guards to change their clothes and take pictures with you? They are all my own people, so I can take pictures as I want. I will give you whatever effect you want." The deputy warden was quite thoughtful.

  "If you try to define what the members of the International Equality Alliance should look like, you will have problems. There are many ordinary people in the International Equality Alliance, and shooting them will resonate with more people." Capa insisted on his own ideas.

  This is his best chance to photograph the precious evidence.

   is the best opportunity to help thousands of people out of suffering.

  The deputy warden did not forcibly interfere with Kapa's work. Of course, there is no need to do such a thankless thing, and if you are not careful, you have to share the responsibility: "Okay, it's all up to you."

   A few minutes later, the deputy warden led Capa through layers of iron gates and came to the prison where a large number of ordinary people were held.

  The prison was dark, damp and smelly, lifeless and howling.

  Kappa took a deep breath, and his stomach couldn't help but churn.

   "Get used to it. This is the environment of the prison, not to mention the fact that there are thousands of people imprisoned and it is in overload operation." The deputy warden glanced at Capa, showing a subtle and playful expression.

   "Huh..." Capa put one hand in front of his nose, frowned and looked forward, "Are all the civilians here imprisoned who are accused of being members of the International Equality League?"

   "Yes, our prison has handed over all the former prisoners to other places for this reason, and made room for them to receive them." The deputy warden took out the cloth towel that had been prepared, covered his mouth and nose, and walked deep into the prison.

   "It's a bit too dark here." Capa held the camera and looked at the prisons on both sides with the faint light.

  Each prison seems to be less than five or six square meters in size, but it is such a small space that more than ten civilians are generally detained.

   I don’t know if they were desperate, or they had no strength, and they were whipped. When they saw the deputy warden and Capa coming in, the civilians in the prison didn’t make any noise against them.

  When even a single look was not cast over, Capa felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"It's dirty and smelly here, and they all look half-dead. Is it okay to take this kind of photo and release it?" the deputy warden asked curiously, "I don't mean to interfere with you, I will do whatever you need in prison Try to cooperate with you, I'm just more interested in these things you do..."

"It may not be useful. Anyway, we need to prepare more materials first. If there are enough materials, it will be more free to make many things." Capa stopped after walking about ten meters, pointed at the prison on one side and raised his hand. camera.

   "Do you want to use this miserable scene to stimulate the people?" The deputy warden stood aside and guessed.

   "Click."

  The flash of the camera illuminated a dozen civilians in the prison squatting on the ground like lightning, dressed in tattered clothes and with dull eyes.

  A few of them did not respond to this, while others seemed to wake up from a dream, looking up at Capa and the deputy warden in fear.

   "I was wronged! I am not from the International Equality League! Let me out!"

   "I can guarantee with my life that I have nothing to do with the International Equality League! I don't even know who reported me, I didn't do anything, I..."

   "I beg you, please let me out, my wife is seriously ill and my children are young, they can't live without me!"

   "Let me go out first, I can give you all my money, I am really not a member of the International Equality League, I am going crazy staying here, I kowtow to you..."

  They swarmed up, clinging tightly to the iron bars of the prison, stretching out their hands, scrambling to be the first to pray.

  The deputy warden pulled Lacapa back, so that he would not be caught by the people who had a strong desire to survive and didn't care about anything.

   "Click."

   Capa resisted the shock in his heart, and took pictures of the miserable appearance of the people crowded in front of the iron fence.

   "Everyone be quiet!" The deputy warden was afraid that this group of people would affect Capa's work, so he immediately took out his gun and roared.

  Seeing the gun, the people who were shouting a second ago hid back one after another.

  But what is the hidden place in the small prison?

  They are like mice, turning their backs and trying to shrink into the corner. It seems that if there is a hole in front, they will hide in it for the rest of their lives and never show their heads again.

   "No need to do this." Capa stopped the deputy warden, "If you scare them, they will be unnatural, and the things I photograph will look fake and deliberate."

   "Really?" The deputy warden put away his gun, "Then let's walk in."

   "Deputy warden!"

   "Deputy warden!"

   A team of jailers who were staying in the corridor of the prison rushed over when they heard the movement.

   "Nothing, continue patrolling." The deputy warden said.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

   "Wait a minute." Capa stopped the jailer who was about to leave, "Let them pick two or three suitable jailers and take them to the interrogation room, where they will take pictures later."

   "What is the appropriate method?"

   "Don't look so timid, but don't be too emotional." Capa thought for a while and replied.

  The deputy warden looked at the jailer: "Do you understand? Do as Mr. Capa said."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

   Separated from the jailer, Capa, led by the deputy warden, continued to take pictures along the way.

   "Are you a reporter?!"

   Just as Capa was changing the film, a strong and powerful voice came from a prison in front left.

   "I am." Capa had no time to load the film, so he walked over quickly.

I saw a tall man standing in front of the iron fence of the prison, and behind the tall man, several inmates were injured to varying degrees, some of the wounds were festering, some were even covered with maggots, and others were wounded. All friends can do is to make room for them so that they can lie down and recuperate in as comfortable a position as possible.

"My name is Amensen, and I am a stevedore. They are my coworkers." Amensen standing in front of the iron fence didn't seem to be injured, but his expression was solemn, deeply worried about the life and death of his coworkers, "We We were all wronged, just because the government suspected that the warehouse where we worked was once the foothold of the International Equality League, so they arrested us all..."

   "What are you talking about?!" The deputy warden walked over leisurely.

   "It's okay, let's talk." Capa comforted the deputy warden.

Amensen vaguely felt that Capa was a good man, imprisoned in this dark prison, such a reporter who at least did not ignore him and spoke ill of him was their only hope of survival: "I would like to ask you to tell them something Said, re-investigate us, and return our innocence."

  Kappa does not have such ability.

   What he's doing is saving these civilians, but he can't get anyone out of prison alive now: "This thing—"

   "Ahem, uh..."

  A civilian suddenly coughed up a pool of blood.

Amensen instinctively wanted to turn around to help, but his rationality told him that if he wanted the workers to leave the prison, he could only rely on the reporter in front of him who was willing to listen to him: "They are my workers. The beatings of the jailers! There is no treatment here at all, their wounds are infected and festering, and if this continues..."

   Capa swallowed.

   This is the first time he has faced such a face.

  A face with fear and helpless eyes. It is clear that death is only approaching, but it seems to have died.

   To describe it, it seems that the body is still there, but the soul is passing away bit by bit.

   Capa didn't know how to answer.

  Before the cruel reality, no matter how tactful he is or how he promises, he will destroy the hope that the other party has carefully built up.

  "The government will not wrong any good person, nor will it spare any bad person." The deputy warden stood up and coldly blocked the life of the stevedore Amerson—a life that he thought existed.

   "Can't you give them some medicine?" Capa didn't think of a way to leave directly like Amerson did. He made a retreat, trying to get some medicine for them, so as to survive this most difficult period of time.

   When he collects the evidence and contacts the International Equality League, he will come back sooner or later.

  The deputy warden sneered: "Mr. Capa, you don't know what's going on outside, right? It's a waste to give them medicine now."

Capa didn't mention the daily public executions outside in front of Amensen. He pulled the deputy warden aside and said, "I'm just giving you a suggestion out of kindness. After all, people don't die on the execution platform. A real waste."

   This statement won the approval of the deputy warden.

   They took a long time to arrest so many people. If they died before going to the execution platform, wouldn't it be equivalent to arresting them for nothing?

   "Thanks, I'll take care of it later." The deputy warden thanked him.

  'I'll deal with it later', an extremely unreliable answer.

  Kappa knows that this is the limit he can strive for, and if he speaks for these dying people with good intentions, it will be completely opposite to his position, and it will be over if it arouses suspicion.

"Then I'll go over and take some photos." Capa returned to Amensen, "The deputy warden has already said that we will arrange medicines for you to deal with your injuries, and the investigation on whether you are members of the International Equality League will continue. Now Just wait in peace."

   "Why can't it be arranged now? They're going to die soon!" Amerson knew that such promises were close to empty words, and if they were not implemented immediately, they would never be implemented.

   Capa sighed and didn't respond any more. He picked up the camera and pointed it at the prison.

   "Poof!"

   "Ica! Ica!"

   "So cold, so thirsty, hiss...cough!"

   "Persevere, persevere!"

  The wounded civilians in the prison were dying step by step. The others in the prison were at a loss, and there was nothing they could do except watch them die.

   "We were wronged! Let us out! You are murdering!"

   "You are not worthy of being a reporter! You are no different from these government lackeys!"

   Hope failed, Armensen roared at Capa.

   "Crack!"

   Capa gritted his teeth and took the photo.

   "Let's go?" The deputy warden didn't even look at the prison, he was used to the helpless struggle of these dying people.

   Capa didn't move.

   "I suggest you don't read it. Those of you who don't even see blood on weekdays are easily stimulated to have nightmares." The deputy warden joked.

   "I changed my mind and arranged treatment for them." Capa stared inside and said in a deep voice.

"Um?"

   "Arrange treatment for them immediately!" Capa repeated with an emphasis.

  The deputy warden narrowed his eyes: "I said, I will deal with it later, the most important thing now is to help you complete the work of the newspaper office."

"This is my job." Capa turned his head and said blankly, "We need to put on a show, through the government to rescue the members of the International Equality Alliance regardless of past suspicions, to show our magnanimity, and to turn the stubborn resistance of the International Equality Alliance into ignorance .”

   "You reporters are more thoughtful." The deputy warden felt that this made sense, and immediately called a jailer over and ordered him to contact the doctor.

  Hearing that the doctor was really coming, Amerson wept with joy. He excitedly told the good news to several workers who were basically unconscious, and then knelt down to Capa and the deputy warden: "Thank you! Thank you!"

  Kappa's scalp was numb.

  Why kneel? !

  Why kneel them? !

  It is obvious that the provisional government caused them to become like this, why should they abandon their anger and become grateful just because they gave them a little favor? !

   "Thank you! Thank you!" Amerson wept bitterly, expressing his gratitude humbly.

   "It's really troublesome, but you have to do a full set of acting." The deputy warden raised his head, feeling a little impatient while waiting for the doctor.

   "Get up." Capa put down the camera and supported Amerson through the iron fence.

   "Thank you! Thank you!" Amerson didn't dare to get up.

  Their life and death are all in front of the eyes of these two people, and he dare not make any move that the other party thinks is offensive.

   So what if you kneel down?

   It doesn't matter if you kneel all the time!

  As long as the workers can get treatment and survive!

   In the case of having nothing, this is already a very good 'deal'!

  (end of this chapter)