My Spy Years

  Chapter 21 Interrogation

  Cheng Qianfan landed lightly and rolled over.

   Stand up and lean against the corner.

  Looking at the room under the dim moonlight.

  The furnishings in the room are simple.

  A table, a bed, and a wardrobe.

  There is no one on the bed.

  The door of the room was ajar.

  He tiptoed to the door, and saw a faint light on the first floor through the gap.

  As he had guessed, Lao Mo was injured and had limited mobility, so he would probably rest on the first floor.

  Old Mo seemed miserable, but it was basically a flawed injury. After Lao Huang in the infirmary gave him a simple bandage, he arranged for someone to take Lao Mo home.

  Just change the dressing regularly.

  Jin Kemu also waved his hand and gave Lao Mo a week's injury leave.

Sure enough, Cheng Qianfan went down to the first floor gently, and saw that the bedside lamp was on in the small bedroom on the first floor, and Lao Mo's head, hands and feet were wrapped in gauze, lying on the bed like a mummy, probably because of pain Sleep is restless, with occasional groans or two.

  Cheng Qianfan took the towel from the shelf and walked to Lao Mo's bed.

   One hand grabbed Lao Mo's chin and squeezed it hard.

'ah! '

  Old Mo, who was half asleep and half awake, suddenly woke up in pain, opening his mouth wide and about to let out a scream.

  Cheng Qianfan quickly stuffed the towel into Lao Mo's mouth with the other hand, and the other party struggled on the bed in pain, and could only make whimpering sounds from his mouth.

  The swollen face like a pig's head obviously also affected his vision. He tried his best to open his frightened eyes, but he could only see a blurry black shadow in front of him.

  Cheng Qianfan focused on taking care of Lao Mo's face during the day, for this purpose.

  Cheng Qianfan slipped old Moti up, threw him on the chair, stabbed and tore the sheet into strips, and skillfully tied him to the chair.

   After finishing these, he did not interrogate immediately.

   Instead, he turned and left, went to the kitchen and came back with the salt shaker.

  Old Mo was terrified and struggled with all his might.

"Don't worry, don't worry." Cheng Qianfan's voice was hoarse, but his tone was extremely gentle. He directly cut the bandage on Old Mo's hand with a dagger, untied it slowly, grabbed a handful of salt, and sprinkled it on Old Mo. On the **** palm.

"Uh uh uh!"

  Cheng Qianfan casually pulled a stool and sat across from him, watching the person tied to the chair struggling desperately with no expression on his face, as if he was swinging, rolled his eyes at the end, and passed out due to the severe pain.

  He directly picked up the foot basin beside the bed and poured the water in the basin directly.

  Looking at the awakened old Mo, Cheng Qianfan clapped his hands, "Okay, Officer Mo, you should be awake now, we can have a good talk."

   "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."

   "I'm taking off the towel now, I hope Officer Mo will cooperate, don't shout, I will be very angry if I disturb the neighbors at night." Cheng Qianfan patted Lao Mo on the head, "If you can do it, just nod."

  Old Mo nodded fiercely.

   "Very well, I like obedient people." Cheng Qianfan took off Lao Mo's towel.

  The other party was about to open his mouth and shout, but Cheng Qianfan slapped him, "Hold it!"

  Facts have proved that Lao Mo is a 'tough guy', he endured the pain, gritted his teeth, and dared not say a word.

  …

"very good."

  Cheng Qianfan nodded, "Officer Mo, let me introduce myself, the Secret Service of the Nationalist Government, my surname is Mo, you see, we are still in the same family, we are really destined."

   "Talk, say hello." Cheng Qianfan slapped him again, "You are too rude."

   "Mo, Mr. Mo, I don't know where I offended you old man, you always make it clear."

"Officer Mo, you are being dishonest. You should know what our Secret Service does." Cheng Qianfan sneered, "Tell me, apart from the Japanese affairs, when else can I have a big night out?" It’s been such a long journey.”

   "Mr. Mo, don't be joking, I, I don't understand what you are talking about." Old Mo said in a trembling voice.

   "Officer Mo, you are dishonest. I have a bad temper."

  He went to the bedside table, flipped through it, and took out the token.

   "I'm very interested in what this token represents. Please, Officer Mo, explain it to me."

  Old Mo opened his mouth, but did not speak.

  Seeing that the other party was still arguing, Cheng Qianfan stopped talking nonsense, he took a step forward, and directly took out a pistol and put it on Lao Mo's forehead.

   "I'm a rough man, and I don't have much patience. I count from one to ten. If Officer Mo still doesn't cooperate, I will shoot!"

   After speaking, he began to count: "One, two, three, ..."

  Old Mo's head was directly pressed against the barrel of the gun, and his whole body trembled, but he still didn't speak.

   "Six!" Cheng Qianfan said coldly.

   "Four to five, you didn't count four to five." Lao Mo was terrified, trembling and growling in a low voice.

   "Sorry, I'm impatient, Nine!" Cheng Qianfan moved his thumb, and the safety of the Mauser pistol was released. The crisp sound was so clear and terrifying in such a quiet and tense environment.

   This directly broke Lao Mo, "I said, I said."

  …

  Old Mo was terrified by Cheng Qianfan's coldness and cruelty, and wished he could confess in one breath. His intuition told him that if he didn't confess, this spy named Mo would really shoot.

  Before Lao Mo was on patrol, when he was hanging out in the market, he met a medicine merchant named Huang San, and the two of them could be regarded as wine and meat friends.

  Because of Lao Miao's relationship, Lao Mo became a policeman in the French Concession, and Huang San and him have become closer.

  The two of them often hang out together, and Lao Mo likes to gamble. When he has no money, Huang San will lend him a lot without blinking his eyes.

   Slowly, when Lao Mo owed more and more money, Huang San came to ask for debts.

  This old Mo is a gangster who is not stingy. After becoming a police officer, he became even more arrogant.

  Huang San also changed his face immediately, revealing that he was a Japanese agent.

  Huang San gave Lao Mo two choices, one is to do things for the Japanese, women can have money, and the other is to pay off the debt with his life.

   In this way, under Huang San's coercion and lure, Lao Mo was 'forced' to start serving the Japanese.

  Of course, this is what Lao Mo said, Cheng Qianfan scoffed.

Judging from his understanding of Lao Mo's nature and Lao Mo's showing off after being drunk that time, there may be "coercion", but it is more likely that under the "lure", this guy is most likely willing Those who do things for the Japanese are even complacent, thinking they have found a backer.

  …

   "What is Huang San's Japanese name?"

"have no idea."

"where does he live?"

   "He opened the Herb Shop on Xiafei Road."

   "This token."

   "On the fifth day of every month, I can use tokens to collect funds."

   "Where is the funding? Where is Huang San?" Cheng Qianfan immediately asked.

   "No, after that incident, Huang San stopped contacting me... He told me not to go to him again, money..." At this point, Lao Mo hesitated.

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  (end of this chapter)