Chapter 21 Interrogation
Cheng Qianfan landed lightly and rolled over.
Get up and lean against the wall.
Looking around the room in 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 is ajar.
He tiptoed to the door and saw a faint light on the first floor through the gap.
As he guessed, Lao Mo was injured and had difficulty moving, so he would probably rest on the first floor.
Lao Mo seemed a little miserable, but it was basically a bruise. After Lao Huang in the infirmary gave him a simple bandage, he arranged for someone to take Lao Mo home.
As long as the dressing is changed regularly, it will be fine.
Jin Kemu also waved his hand and gave Lao Mo a week's leave.
Sure enough, Cheng Qianfan gently went down to the first floor and saw that the bedside lamp was on in the small bedroom on the first floor. Lao Mo's head, hands and feet were wrapped in gauze, and he was lying on the bed like a mummy, maybe because of pain. He sleeps restlessly and occasionally moans or groans.
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! ’
Lao Mo, who was half asleep and half awake, suddenly woke up in pain, opened his mouth wide and was about to scream.
Cheng Qianfan quickly stuffed the towel into Lao Mo's mouth with his other hand. The other man struggled on the bed in pain, and could only make whimpering sounds from his mouth.
The face that was as swollen as a pig's head obviously affected his vision. He tried his best to open his frightened eyes, but he could only see a blurry black figure in front of him.
Cheng Qianfan focused on taking care of Lao Mo's face during the day, for this purpose.
Cheng Qianfan slipped Lao Moti up and threw him on the chair. He then tore the sheets into strips and tied him to the chair skillfully.
After doing this, he did not interrogate him immediately.
Instead, he turned around and left, went to the kitchen and came back carrying the salt shaker.
Lao Mo was frightened and struggled hard but couldn't.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious." Cheng Qianfan's voice was hoarse, but his tone was extremely gentle. He cut off the bandage on Lao Mo's hand with a dagger. After untying it slowly, he grabbed a handful of salt and sprinkled it on Lao Mo's hand. On the **** palm.
"Uh uh uh!"
Cheng Qianfan casually pulled a stool and sat on the opposite side. He watched expressionlessly as the man tied to the chair struggled desperately, as if he was swinging. Finally, he rolled his eyes and fainted from the severe pain.
He directly picked up the footbath beside the bed and poured the water in the basin directly.
Looking at Lao Mo who was awake, Cheng Qianfan clapped his hands and said, "Okay, Officer Mo, you should be awake now, and we can have a good talk."
“Woo woo woo.”
"I'm taking off the towel now. I hope Officer Mo can cooperate and don't shout. If you disturb the neighbors late at night, I will be very angry." Cheng Qianfan patted Lao Mo's head. "If you can do it, just nod."
Old Mo nodded fiercely.
"Very good, I like obedient people." Cheng Qianfan took off Lao Mo's towel.
Just as the other party was about to open his mouth and shout, Cheng Qianfan slapped him, "Hold it!"
Facts have proved that Lao Mo is a "tough guy". He endured the pain all his life, gritting his teeth and not daring to say a word.
…
"very good."
"Speak and say hello." Cheng Qianfan slapped him again, "You are so rude."
“Mo, Mr. Mo, I don’t know where I have offended you, please make it clear.”
"Officer Mo, you are being dishonest. You should know what our secret service does." Cheng Qianfan sneered, "Tell me, besides the Japanese affairs, when else can I let you go so late at night?" Such a journey."
"Mr. Mo, don't be joking, I, I don't understand what you are talking about." Old Mo said tremblingly.
“Officer Mo, you are dishonest. I have a bad temper.”
He walked to the bedside table, rummaged through it, and took out the token.
“I’m very interested in what this token represents. Officer Mo, please explain it to me.”
Lao Mo opened his mouth but did not speak.
Seeing that the other party was still quibbling, Cheng Qianfan stopped talking nonsense. He took a step forward, took out his pistol and put it against Lao Mo's forehead.
"I'm a rough guy and I don't have much patience. I count from one to ten. If Officer Mo still doesn't cooperate, I'll shoot!"
After speaking, he started counting: "One, two, three,..."
Lao Mo had the barrel of the gun pressed directly against his head. His whole body was shaking, but he still did not speak.
“Six!” Cheng Qianfan said coldly.
"Four-five, you didn't count four-five." Lao Mo was frightened, trembling and growling.
"Sorry, I'm impatient, Jiu!" Cheng Qianfan moved his thumb and opened the safety of the Mauser pistol. This crisp sound was so clear and terrifying in such a quiet and tense environment.
This directly made Lao Mo collapse, "I said, I said."
…
Lao Mo was frightened by Cheng Qianfan's coldness and cruelty, and he wanted to explain it all in one breath. His intuition told him that if he didn't explain it again, the agent named Mo would really shoot.
Before Lao Mo went on patrol, he met a medicinal herb merchant named Huang San while hanging out in the market. The two of them could be considered fair-weather friends.
Because of Lao Miao's relationship, Lao Mo became a patrolman in the French Concession, and Huang San became more closely associated with him.
The two of them often hang out together. Lao Mo likes to gamble, so when he has no money, Huang San will lend him a lot of money without blinking an eye.
Slowly, when Lao Mo owed more and more money, Huang Sanlai asked for debt.
This Lao Mo is a bastard. After becoming a patrolman, he became more arrogant, turned his back on others, and wanted to default on his debts.
Huang San also immediately changed his face, revealing his identity as a Japanese agent.
Huang San gave Lao Mo two choices. One was to do things for the Japanese, and women could have money, and the other was to pay off the debt with his life.
In this way, under Huang San's coercion and inducement, Lao Mo was "forced" to start serving the Japanese.
Of course, this is what Lao Mo said, and Cheng Qianfan sneered.
Judging from his understanding of Lao Mo's character and his drunken showoff, there may be 'coercion', but it is more likely that under 'indulgence', this guy would most likely do it willingly. Those who do things for the Japanese are even complacent, thinking that 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 the token to receive funds.”
“Where can I get the funds? Where is Huang San?” Cheng Qianfan immediately asked.
"No, after that incident, Huang San stopped contacting me... He told me not to look for him again, because of the funds..." At this point, Lao Mo hesitated.
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