My years of espionage

Chapter 21 Interrogation
Cheng Qianfan landed lightly and rolled.

Get up and lean against the wall.

Looking around the room by the dim moonlight.

The room is simply furnished.

A desk, a bed, and a wardrobe.

There is no one on the bed.

The door was closed.

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

Similar to what he had guessed, Lao Mo was injured and had difficulty moving, so he was likely to rest on the first floor.

Lao Mo seems a little miserable, but it is basically a hard injury. After Lao Huang in the infirmary gave him a simple bandage, he arranged for Lao Mo to go home.

Just change your medicine regularly.

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

Sure enough, Cheng Qianfan went down gently 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, lying on the bed like a mummy, perhaps because of pain. Restless sleep, occasionally making a moan 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.

'what! '

Old Mo, who was half asleep and half awake, suddenly woke up in pain and screamed with his mouth open.

With the other hand, Cheng Qianfan quickly stuffed the towel into Lao Mo's mouth. The other party struggled on the bed in pain, and there was only a whimpering sound in his mouth.

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

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

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

After doing this, he did not immediately interrogate.

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

Lao Mo was terrified and struggled to no avail.

"Don't worry, don't worry." Cheng Qianfan's voice was hoarse, but his tone was very gentle. He cut off the bandage on Lao Mo's hand with a dagger. After unfastening it slowly, he grabbed a handful of salt and sprinkled it on Lao Mo's. Bloody palms.

"Uh uh uh!"

Cheng Qianfan casually pulled over a stool and sat across from him, staring blankly at the person bound to the chair struggling desperately, like a pendulum, and finally rolled his eyes as he passed out because of 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."

"Woooooo."

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

Lao 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 back!"

Facts have proved that Lao Mo is a 'tough guy', holding back the pain, gritted his teeth, and dared not speak.

……

"very good."

Cheng Qianfan nodded, "Officer Mo, let me introduce myself, the Secret Service of the National Government, my surname is Mo, you see, we are still from the same family, we really have a fate."

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

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

"Officer Mo, you're not being honest. You should know what our Secret Service does." Cheng Qianfan sneered, "You said, apart from the Japanese affairs, when will you be able to let me have a big night? It's gone like this."

"Mr. Mo, don't joke, I, I don't understand what you said." Old Mo said in a trembling voice.

"Officer Mo, you're not being honest. I'm not very good-tempered."

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

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

Lao 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 doesn't cooperate, I'll shoot!"

Then he began to count: "One, two, three,..."

Lao Mo was directly pressed against his head by the barrel of the gun, and his whole body was trembling, but he still did not speak.

"Six!" Cheng Qianfan said coldly.

"Four or five, you didn't count four or five." Lao Mo was frightened and roared in a low voice tremblingly.

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

This made Lao Mo collapse directly, "I said, I said."

……

Lao Mo was frightened by Cheng Qianfan's ruthlessness and cruelty. He wanted to explain it in one breath. He intuitively told him that if he didn't explain it again, the spy surnamed Mo would really shoot.

Before Lao Mo became a patrolman, when he was hanging out in the market, he met a medicinal herb dealer named Huang San, and the two could be regarded as friends of wine and meat.

Because of Lao Miao's relationship, Lao Mo became a patrolman in the French Concession, which made Huang San and him more closely.

The two often hang out together. Lao Mo is a gambler. When he has no money, Huang San lends him a lot without blinking.

Slowly, when Lao Mo owed more and more money, Huang Sanlai asked for the debt.

This old Mo is a scumbag. After he became a patrolman, he became even more arrogant. He turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.

Huang San also immediately changed his face, revealing his identity as a Japanese agent.

Huang San gave Lao Mo two choices, one is to do things for the Japanese, and women can have money, and the other is to take their lives to pay off debts.

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

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

Judging from his understanding of Lao Mo's temperament and his drunken show, there may be 'coercion', but it is more likely that under 'coercion', this guy is willing. Those who do things for the Japanese are even complacent, thinking they have found a backer.

……

"What is Huang San's Japanese name?"

"do not know."

"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 do you 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, money..." After saying this, Lao Mo hesitated.

　Ask for collection, ask for recommendation ticket, thank you.Anyone who has not invested can invest.

(End of this chapter)