My Spy Years

  Chapter 41 Ginger is still old and spicy (recommendation ticket for collection)

  Cheng Qianfan understood Tan Detai's intention after a little thought.

   Cover the lid.

  There is a traitor in the patrol house, this is a big scandal.

  If this incident is exposed, the impact will be very bad, and as the boss of the central police station, Qin Detai will bear the brunt of the impact to a certain extent.

  Compared to a traitor patrol being killed, and a patrol hanged himself, it looks much better.

   Moreover, the reason for the policeman's suicide is that he values ​​love and righteousness, which might cause a burst of embarrassment and sympathy.

   As for whether people who know Lao Mo's temperament will believe it, these are all irrelevant details.

   Tan Detai determined the nature of Lao Mo's death, so that's the fact.

  Cheng Qianfan also has to admire Tan Detai's wrist and ability, as expected, Jiang is still old and hot:

   He didn't give the matter a chance to ferment and quarrel, and decided the matter directly and neatly.

  That's fine, although the possibility that Tan Detai will investigate Lao Mo's death in private is not ruled out, but at least from the official point of view, this kind of characterization is an excellent result for Cheng Qianfan.

   Moreover, Cheng Qianfan speculated maliciously. With Tan Detai's attitude towards Lao Mo, Lao Mo's death might not have been something that Tan Detai was happy to see.

  Especially in the case that Lao Mo might be a traitor, this is a landmine, and if it explodes later, Qin Detai will inevitably be affected. You know, Lao Mo was arranged by Tan Detai to enter the patrol room.

   "I don't know which hero killed Lao Mo..." He Guan twirled his police cap with his fingers, looking cynical.

  However, the longing in his eyes made Cheng Qianfan see signs of it.

   This kid is very interested in the people who get rid of Lao Mo. To be precise, He Guan has a little worship for the anti-Japanese hero.

  Cheng Qianfan had to remind He Guan repeatedly not to show such emotions to any outsiders.

   "What are you afraid of? Great Shanghai is still dominated by the Chinese." He Guan disagreed.

   "This is the French Concession, which is ruled by the French." Cheng Qianfan sneered.

   "You are so boring." He Guan muttered unhappily, took out a few rows of Browning 9mm caliber bullets from his pocket and threw them to Cheng Qianfan, "Bring self-defense."

  Cheng Qianfan took out his gun, unloaded the magazine, threw it to He Guan, took out his own empty magazine, and put the bullets into the magazine slowly.

   "Let's go." He Guan waved his hand.

  Looking at the back of this guy leaving, Cheng Qianfan shook his head slightly. He Guan's admiration for the anti-rape hero made him gratified, but also a little worried.

  …

  After He Guan left, Cheng Qianfan's face became serious.

  He is now 80% sure that Liu Bo is serving the Japanese.

   Regarding Liu Bo's identity, Cheng Qianfan has two guesses.

  Liu Bo is Chinese, he is a traitor.

  Liu Bo himself is Japanese, he is a Japanese spy.

  If it were someone else, there is a high probability that they would not suspect that Liu Bo might be Japanese.

  Cheng Qianfan is not the case.

  During his study at Dongya Tongwen College, Cheng Qianfan was deeply aware of the Japanese’s wolfish ambitions and hidden depths towards China:

  Many Japanese students speak Chinese, and their living and eating habits are completely in accordance with Chinese habits.

  These Japanese even use the Chinese dialect when they swear, completely confusing the fake with the real.

   It can be said that their words and deeds are no different from the Chinese.

  The purpose of Japan’s cultivating these Japanese specialties who are more Chinese than Chinese is obvious.

  Cheng Qianfan could already imagine that in all walks of life in China, there must be many such Japanese spies lurking.

  They are the eyes and ears of the Japanese invaders, scanning the land of China with greedy and vicious eyes.

   As for Liu Bo, Cheng Qianfan reminded himself that he must maintain a high degree of vigilance. He shuddered at the thought that there was a high possibility that a Japanese spy was hiding by his side and had a good relationship with him.

  In the alley, He Guan patted his face lightly, thinking that he suspected that Cheng Qianfan had done something to Lao Mo, he felt a little sorry for his good friend.

  Now he is relieved. According to his observation, Cheng Qianfan's surprise and flash of joy after hearing the news of Lao Mo's death are enough to show that this matter has nothing to do with Cheng Qianfan.

   However, Cheng Qianfan's suspicion was ruled out, but the young policeman felt a faint sense of loss for no reason.

  …

  Cheng Qianfan cooked a few dishes.

   A scrambled egg with shrimp skin.

  A serving of braised pork.

   There is also a fried small yellow croaker.

   "Haoko, are you off work?"

   "Yes, I'm off work, hello auntie."

   "Haozi, come to see your Brother Fan?"

   "Yes, is Brother Fan at home?"

   "Yes, I didn't see you going out in the afternoon."

   "Haozi, it's amazing. Brother Fan almost lost his life today."

"ah-"

   "Yes, let me explain to you in detail."

  The half-closed door could not cover the voices in the alley, Cheng Qianfan heard Li Hao hastily opened the door and entered.

   "Brother Fan, are you okay, I just heard—"

   "It's okay." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile, "The meal is ready, we are ready to eat."

  Li Hao put the wine bottle in his hand on the table, rushed forward in two or three steps, and looked around Cheng Qianfan to make sure that he was not injured, so he was relieved.

   "I said it's fine." Cheng Qianfan felt Li Hao's concern for him, smiled and said, "Go, wash your hands."

"Eh."

  …

  During dinner, Li Hao repeatedly asked what happened in the morning.

  Cheng Qianfan couldn't resist, so he briefly talked about it.

   "What's wrong?" Cheng Qianfan put down his chopsticks and looked at Li Hao who was a little silent.

   "Brother Fan, it's my fault, I didn't protect you well." Li Hao raised his head, his eyes were red, "I didn't come this morning."

   "Hey, it's none of your business." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile, "Didn't I say, I'm fine, I'm fine, besides, it's a good thing you didn't come, otherwise you would be in danger."

   "I'm not afraid of danger." Li Hao said with a stiff neck, "I'm willing to block the gun for Brother Fan."

   "What are you talking about?" Cheng Qianfan became angry.

"Brother Fan, I'm telling the truth." Li Hao wiped away his tears, "I'm not afraid of death, I'm just afraid that something will happen to you. I, since I can remember, you are the only one who treats me well. You are my brother. If something happens to you, I will have no relatives anymore, I would rather have something happen to me than protect you."

Cheng Qianfan looked at Li Hao, who was crying nose and tears, and felt a warm current in his heart when he heard these words, "I can protect myself well, don't say such things in the future, and I don't want you to something happened."

   "Brother Fan, I will die. You are more important than me." Li Hao said stubbornly.

   "Shut up!" Cheng Qianfan slapped the table, seeing Li Hao's overwhelmed expression, he sighed, "Haozi, remember, you are not dead, I don't want to hear you say such things again."

   "Brother Fan, I..."

"Haozi, you will always remember this." Cheng Qianfan's expression was extremely serious and serious, "You, Li Hao, are no inferior to anyone else. Your life is precious and dignified. You have the right to pursue a happy life. Are you Li Hao, an upright Chinese, is Cheng Qianfan's younger brother and my relative, remember?"

   "Brother Fan, I remember." Li Hao's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth, and nodded heavily, as if he wanted to bite and chew these words, swallow them into his stomach, and integrate with his body.

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