bang bang.
There was a knock on the door at the office.
“Come in.” Dingmutun said.
“Director, Standing Committee Lin has sent someone here.” Fu Erchun came in and said.
‘What did he send people for? ’ Dingmutun couldn’t help but frown.
Member of the Standing Committee of Lin and Lin Boxheng, this person is the "Standing Committee of the Sixth National Congress of the Kuomintang" and has always been Wang Chuanhai's most trusted writing staff.
The relationship between Lin Boxheng and other sages of the Wang family is actually not harmonious.
Dingmutun is unlikely to like Lin Boxheng. In his opinion, this person is just a penman. These days, there are no men, horses, guns and artillery at hand, and everything else is nothing.
It’s just that this person recognized Mrs. Wang as his godmother, which made Lin Boxheng’s status within the Wang family quite special.
Dingmutun waved his hand and signaled Tong Xueyong, Tang Kanlao and others to go out first. He wanted to meet the people sent by Lin Boxheng.
“Director, that person has left.” Fu Erchun said.
“Gone?” Dingmutun asked in surprise, “Did you say anything?”
Since the people had left, he made a gesture to Tong Xueyong and Tang Kanlao to stay.
“Yes.” Fu Erchun looked strange and looked at Tang Wenlao and Tong Xueyong who were walking to the door.
Ding Mutun knew something was wrong, so he had to wave his hand to signal Tang Canlao and Tong Xueyong to go out.
"Director." Fu Erchun closed the door of the office, leaned next to Ding Mutun, and whispered, "The man conveyed the words of Standing Committee Lin, saying they were the original words of Standing Committee Lin."
“What did you say?” Ding Mutun asked.
"Report to the director." Fu Erchun smiled bitterly, "I didn't say it, it was written on paper."
As he spoke, he took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Dingmutun.
Dingmutun frowned and took the paper.
He did not look at it immediately, but asked Fu Erchun, "Have you seen it?"
“No, I don’t dare, I didn’t look.” Fu Erchun waved his hands repeatedly.
Dingmutun glanced at Fu Erchun suspiciously. This guy's behavior made him suspect that the paper had been peeked.
“Director, I really didn’t read it,” Fu Erchun said quickly.
He knew that Dingmutun was very suspicious, and if this matter was not explained clearly, it might be a hidden secret.
Dingmutun nodded noncommittally, waved his hand to drive Fu Erchun away, and then opened it to take a look.
"Mr. Wang was attacked, my godmother was frightened and angry, my mother was frightened, and my son was uneasy. Yu is a scholar, but he has a lot of courage. If Director Ding can't do anything, please lend me a gun, and I will catch the thief personally to calm my mother." Heart."
No one knows what Lin Boxeng sent people to say to Dingmutun. The agents of No. 76 only heard the sound of smashing porcelain from the director's office.
Later, Tong Xueyong and Tang Wenlao were called to the director's office and cursed bloody.
An hour later, the temporary worker from the second branch of the government agency was secretly captured.
…
Tong Xueyong held a cigarette between his fingers. He took a puff from time to time and looked at the man tied to the torture rack with calm eyes.
The upper body of the man was stripped of his clothes and whipped more than ten times, leaving his flesh and blood covered in blood.
"Niu Xiaonian, you have thought about it clearly. Is there anything else that should be said?" Tang Kanlao grabbed Niu Xiaonian's hair and asked coldly.
Niu Xiaonian is the temporary worker in the hospital who was tricked after being drunk.
“Boss, stop fighting.” Niu Xiaonian said weakly, “I’ve told you, I’ve told you everything we know.”
Tang Kanlao took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it into his mouth. He took out a lighter and lit it. He took a comfortable breath, exhaled the smoke, and handed the confession paper to Tong Xueyong beside him, "Brother Tong, what do you think?"
Tong Xueyong took the paper and glanced at Niu Xiaonian indifferently. Then he looked down at the confession and said, "If you don't fight for a while, it will be too fast."
“Hey.” Tang Kanlao leaned his head towards him and whispered, “This is just a common man. He doesn’t know what he is talking about.”
As he said that, he shook his head and said, "One unlucky guy."
He didn't think there was anything wrong with this temporary job, but Director Ding suddenly went crazy and demanded that they catch the fugitive murderer of the Minsheng Bridge assassination case within two days.
In this case, this poor temporary worker, as an ‘insider’ with limited clues, was out of luck.
“Then let it go?” Tong Xue raised the confession paper in his hand.
"No need to bother." Tang Wenlao directly picked up the gun on the table, turned off the safety, aimed the gun at Niu Xiaonian, and pulled the trigger.
boom!
"What are you doing?" Tang Kanlao glared at Tong Xueyong. Just when he pulled the trigger, Tong Xueyong suddenly came over, grabbed his right arm and lifted it up, and the bullet hit the wall.
“This man has seen the two mysterious people who secretly met with Cheng Qianfan.” Tong Xueyong frowned and said, “Leave him alive so that he can recognize the person.”
“That’s true.” Tang Wenlao nodded before giving up.
…
“Tell me what you think.” Ding Mutun put down the confession record in his hand and looked at Tang Kanlao and Tong Xueyong.
"Now it is basically certain that there is something wrong with those two mysterious people." Tang Kanlao said, "Even if they are not anti-Japanese elements, they are still people who are dissatisfied with the Locust Army."
According to Niu Xiaonian's confession, he was pushing a trolley to collect garbage from each ward. When he arrived at the door of Cheng Qianfan's ward, the man refused to let him in, saying that there were distinguished guests inside.
The man was very polite to him, handed him a cigarette, and asked him to go to another ward first.
According to Niu Xiaonian, he has been working as a temporary worker in the hospital for almost a year. This is the first time someone has offered him cigarettes, and they were San Paotai cigarettes.
After a while, Niu Xiaonian returned to the door of Cheng Qianfan's ward, but the man still blocked him from entering.
And gave him another cigarette.
Niu Xiaonian was so happy with the friendship between these two cigarettes, and he didn't rush him. The two simply smoked and chatted in the corridor window of the ward.
According to Niu Xiaonian's confession, this person asked Niu Xiaonian how many people were in his family, how much money he earned a day, and whether he could have enough to eat. Most importantly, this person expressed his disapproval of the situation after the Japanese army occupied Nanjing. Angry at the atrocities, he also sighed and said that a relative of his had died at the hands of Japanese soldiers.
Because Niu Xiaonian’s third uncle’s family also died at the hands of Japanese soldiers, this directly brought Niu Xiaonian and this person closer, and he immediately cursed the Japanese.
Dingmutun looked at Tong Xueyong and said, "Team Leader Tong, tell me what you think."
Tong Xueyong thought about it, showed a wry smile, and said, "The director asked me this, so I guess I have already made a guess."
“Yeah, this smell is a bit familiar.” Ding Mutun nodded and pointed at Tong Xueyong, “You have a say in them.”
“What does the director mean, they are the Red Party?” Tang Wenlao thought thoughtfully.
Dingmutun glanced at Tong Xueyong.
Tong Xueyong immediately understood that he, a professional, was asked to explain Tang Kanlao.
"Draw closer relationships, have a common language, preferably a common suffering, and then step by step it will be deeply rooted in people's hearts, and finally succeed in bewitching." Tong Xueyong said, "This is the red party's usual method of developing people they think are valuable and worthy of winning over. means."
"Valuable? Worth wooing?" Tang Kanlao thought, and he said thoughtfully, "This Niu Xiaonian is a temporary worker responsible for collecting ward garbage. He often appears near the ward. This person is very crucial."
"Yes, just like this time, other doctors and nurses were sent away, and only this temporary work was an accident." Tong Xueyong said, "And this kind of accident is inevitable, but it is controllable."
"All you need to do is bribe this person to keep Niu Xiaonian secretive." Tang Kanlao said, his eyes lit up, "Not only that, Niu Xiaonian can come and go in the ward at will. If you bribe this person, you can get an ear and eyes." .”
"This is also a method commonly used by the Red Party." Tong Xueyong looked at Dingmu Tun and said, "To confuse the poor people they call it, and use it."
“Just, why is it the Red Party?” Tang Wenlao frowned and murmured.
Yes, why is it not Chongqing, but maybe the Red Party?
Dingmu Tun and Tong Xueyong also frowned.
This indeed surprised them all. Before this, they had not considered that the Minsheng Bridge assassination case might be related to the Red Party.
"Is there any reason to prove this? At least it can be suspected..." Tong Xueyong thought, "Is it possible that Cheng Qianfan is a red party member?"
“Not convincing enough.” Ding Mutun shook his head. Even the mysterious man responsible for guarding the door was a red party member. This was only their initial speculation. If they wanted to directly correct Cheng Qianfan, the evidence was quite pale.
As for other people, there is no need to consider the evidence. If it is not possible, they can be arrested directly and interrogated together.
However, Cheng Qianfan is different—
Let’s not talk about Cheng Qianfan’s power in the French Concession in Shanghai. Behind this man is Chu Mingyu, and he even has interests entangled with the Japanese.
If there is no more substantial evidence, it is not impossible to move Cheng Qianfan. If there is a satisfactory result after the interrogation, everything will be fine. However, if there is no harvest after the interrogation, it will be difficult to end.
“Previously, we were more inclined to believe that the assassination of Mr. Wang at Minsheng Bridge was the work of the Chongqing military commander.” Tang Wenlao said in a deep voice, “Now it is suspected of being a red party.”
He shook his head, "It's a bit messy."
"Or, is there a possibility." Tong Xueyong thought, "Neither Cheng Qianfan nor the two mysterious men had anything to do with the Minsheng Bridge assassination incident. It was just because Cheng Qianfan was injured in the attack. Considering his important identity , members of the Red Party came to visit and inquire about the shooting case?"
Dingmutun shook his head slowly. He did not agree with Tong Xueyong's judgment.
“Team Leader Tong, if you were one of those two people, if the Minsheng Bridge assassination case had nothing to do with you, would you go to the hospital to visit Cheng Qianfan in this situation?” he asked.
"Should...no." Tong Xueyong shook his head.
He understood what Ding Mutun meant. If the Red Party had nothing to do with the Minsheng Bridge assassination, they would not risk going to the hospital to visit Cheng Qianfan at this time, and there was no need to do so.
“If Cheng Qianfan is really a red party member.” Tong Xueyong clicked his tongue, “Then this person has hidden deep enough.”
"Indeed, according to what we know, Cheng Qianfan has the life of the Red Party in his hands." Tang Wenlao said, "If it is really the Red Party, then the Red Party has invested a lot of money."
As he said that, he glanced at Tong Xueyong. He wondered if it was his imagination. He felt that Tong Xueyong had been expressing his opinion that Cheng Qianfan was a red party member.
Even Tang Wenlao felt that Tong Xueyong seemed to be expecting this situation to happen.
“Whether it’s a Chongqing element or a Red Party member, a human being or a ghost, just check it out.” Ding Mutun said with a serious expression, “The fact that those two people were able to drive away doctors and nurses is a very key clue in itself.”
“At the very least, it is possible that some of those doctors and nurses know them.” Tang Kanlao said.
Ding Mutun nodded. He looked at Tang Canlao and Tong Xueyong, "Find those two people and check them out!"
He is under great pressure now. As long as there is a clue, he must not miss it. He must 'detect' the case as soon as possible and give an explanation to Mr. Wang and Mrs. Wang.
"clear."
"yes!"
…
The Second Hospital of the General Office of the Government.
Cheng Qianfan put down the newspaper in his hand.
There was no news of Ma Guozhong's body or Ma Guozhong's arrest in the newspapers, which reassured him a little.
Of course, Cheng Qianfan also knew that this was more of a self-consolation, because even if the enemy discovered Ma Guozhong's body or captured someone, there was a high probability that it would not be reported at this time.
He rubbed his brows, feeling a little irritated.
Cheng Qianfan is introspecting and reviewing himself.
For a long time, because the scope of his activities was limited to Shanghai, both the special situation group and the special party branch were centered in the French Concession, and the powerful special situation group only radiated to the suburbs of Shanghai at most.
This time when he suddenly came to Nanjing, he felt isolated and helpless.
This makes Cheng Qianfan, who has been accustomed to having more people under his command in recent years, somewhat uncomfortable. To be precise, it is inconvenient to do anything:
His personal goals are too obvious, and many things cannot be done personally. Without his subordinates, nothing can be done.
In addition, although it is not yet known how the Wang family's traitors and the three-party meeting with Liang Hongzhi's reform government and Wang Kemin's provisional government will be discussed, Cheng Qianfan, through various actions of the Wang family, especially Wang Chuanhai, could not wait to convene the national meeting. The Sixth National Congress of the Communist Party of China, it can be expected that Wang is accelerating the pace of "establishing a peaceful regime."
If Wang Reclamation succeeds in establishing a puppet regime, his so-called "national capital" will basically have no choice but Nanjing in the future. Only by returning the capital to Nanjing can the "legitimacy" of Wang's regime be proved to a certain extent. This has always been the case. This is the most important thing for Mr. Sun's self-proclaimed successor, Wang Qianhai.
Under this situation, Cheng Qianfan thought that he would come to Nanjing many times in the future. Even if he really accepted Chu Mingyu's "invitation" to serve in the puppet regime in the future, he would most likely live in Nanjing for a long time, at least. Nanjing and Shanghai run on both sides.
Thinking about this, Cheng Qianfan had an urgent thought in his mind.
He must prepare for a rainy day. Regardless of whether he will live in Nanjing permanently in the future, he only said that the Wang regime will "return" Nanjing as the capital, and this will be the political center of the entire occupied area. He will speed up the deployment and placement of personnel in Nanjing City.
hag.
The door of the ward was suddenly knocked.
“Come in.” Cheng Qianfan said.
The door opened, and a little head poked in, "Sir, this is your flower."
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