Chapter 019 National Memorial (please subscribe and vote monthly)

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Sanbonjiro did not directly answer Cheng Qianfan's question.

Instead, Cheng Qianfan was informed that the Special Higher Education Section had taken action against the National Party Affairs Investigation Office.

"It should have been like this a long time ago." Cheng Qianfan was overjoyed and said, "Although these idiots in the Party Affairs Investigation Department will not pose much of a threat to the empire, they will still be a hidden danger if they are not cleaned up."

"Miyazaki-kun, it seems that you look down upon the Party Affairs Investigation Office of the China government?" Mimotojiro asked with a smile.

"A bunch of bureaucratic rabble." Cheng Qianfan looked contemptuous.

Sanbonjiro nodded in agreement. Whether it was Wang Kangnian or Wu Shanyue, especially the latter's expression, he was shocked.

Rao had known for a long time that the Party Affairs Investigation Department was not in trouble, but he never expected that it would be so bad.

As Cheng Qianfan said, the Party Affairs Investigation Office is a ragtag group of bureaucracies.

Maybe they are very good at dealing with the Red Party, but they are vulnerable to the imperial secret service.

Because strictly speaking, the Party Affairs Investigation Office cannot be regarded as a real secret service organization. They rely on the national authorities and have long been accustomed to relying on national administrative and military power to act. It is very appropriate to say that it is a bureaucracy.

Now that Shanghai has fallen, these agents of the Party Investigation Department who used to show off their power are completely unable to adapt to the struggle on the hidden front, and they extremely lack the will to fight.

Compared with the Lixing Society Secret Service Office, the old rival of the Special High School, the Party Affairs Investigation Office is indeed very easy to deal with.

"Section Chief, are we going to take measures against Qin Detai?" Cheng Qianfan asked expectantly.

"Qin Detai's identity is a bit sensitive." Sanbonjiro shook his head, "The French and British were opposed to the Empire's occupation of Shanghai. They are just forced to remain silent now. Correspondingly, Britain and France value their interests in the concession more. The Empire It is difficult to take action against a chief inspector of the patrol room. If we want to move this person, we must first remove Qin Detai from the position of chief inspector of the central patrol room."

"My subordinates understand." Cheng Qianfan showed admiration, "The section chief is thoughtful and farsighted in his work, and my subordinates are very impressed."

At this moment, Araki Harima came in with a stack of letters.

"Professor, what should I do with these letters?"

"Burn them all." Sanbonjiro said solemnly, "Send someone to inform the imperial residents that any letters like this should be kept strictly private, especially the photos, and they will be destroyed."

"yes!"

A photo fell from the envelope. Cheng Qianfan picked it up and glanced at it.

His eyes shrank, and there was huge pain and sorrow deep in his heart.

Rumors about the massacre after the Japanese army occupied Nanjing came as early as the end of last year.

This is a photo of several Japanese soldiers laughing wildly, holding several infant babies on their bayonets.

At the feet of the Japanese soldiers, there were corpses everywhere, and women with naked clothes lying on the ground, looking at the sky with their pale eyes.

Look at the child on the bayonet!

Araki Harima took the photo from his hand.

"Search, what is this?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs believes that the letters sent by imperial soldiers to their relatives in Shanghai are damaging to the image of the Japanese Empire and requires cooperation in screening and seizure." Sanbonjiro said casually.

"Those bureaucrats from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." Cheng Qianfan flattened his lips and shook his head, "The imperial warriors have worked hard, they just killed a few lowly Chinese people for fun, and they made a fuss."

"I'm just worried about causing international discussion." Sanbonjiro said, waving his hand and indicating to Araki Harima to take these letters and photos and burn them.

"Those British and French people have done similar things, but now they are hypocritical." Cheng Qianfan sneered and said.



Leave the Super High School Headquarters.

Cheng Qianfan called a rickshaw and signaled the rickshaw driver to pull up the carport.

The raised carport covered his cheeks and his painful eyes.

The driver pulled the rickshaw for a while, and after leaving the vicinity of the Special High School, Cheng Qianfan covered his face with his hands, his heart aching like a knife.

poor child.

My poor compatriots!

The grief and anger in his heart seemed to be burning, burning his heart and blood!

Damn it!

Inhuman scum!

He just had a desperate urge to die with Sanbonjiro!

"Sir, we're here."

Cheng Qianfan opened his wallet, took out a legal currency and handed it to the coachman.

"No need to look for it, just buy something delicious for the child."

Cheng Qianfan waved his hand and ignored the driver behind him who expressed his gratitude.

Entered the house.

Bai Ruolan is cooking in the kitchen.

Cheng Qianfan hugged his wife.

"Oh, what are you doing? Cooking." Bai Ruolan said angrily.

"Don't move, I'll give you a hug, a hug." Cheng Qianfan's voice was choked with sobs.

Bai Ruolan put down the spatula and remained motionless.

She felt tears dripping down her neck.

"Qianfan, what's wrong?" Bai Ruolan turned around and saw her strong husband with tears streaming down his face, so sad and helpless.

Cheng Qianfan said nothing and hugged his wife tightly.

a long time.

He uncrossed his arms and wiped his eyes with both hands.

"What happened?" Bai Ruolan took the towel, boiled it with hot water, and handed it to Cheng Qianfan.

"It's okay." Cheng Qianfan took the hot towel, covered his face, heated it, and smiled, "I don't have much appetite today, I'm going to the study first."

He didn't plan to tell Ruolan these things. On the one hand, it was too cruel and he was worried that Ruolan wouldn't be able to bear it. On the other hand, Ruolan had not received professional training, so he was worried that he would be affected and reveal his flaws inadvertently.

"Then you go and have a rest. I'll call you when it's time to eat. Eat as little as possible."

"I got it." Cheng Qianfan kissed his wife on the forehead, indicating that she didn't have to worry about him, and went straight to the second floor.

Bai Ruolan looked at her husband's back, her eyes filled with worry. Cheng Qianfan had never taken the initiative to reveal to her what he really did, but Bai Ruolan had a vague suspicion in her heart, and she had been silently accompanying and cooperating with him.

The two were childhood sweethearts and had known each other for so many years. Except for the time when Cheng Qianfan was just sent to the nursing home, she had never seen Cheng Qianfan so sad.



In the study.

Cheng Qianfan's expression was gloomy.

He numbly disassembled his own gun, took it apart into parts, and quickly reassembled it, repeating the process.

Finally, he loaded the magazine, turned off the safety, picked up the Browning gun, held it with both hands, and faced a wall with red eyes.

He closed his eyes, and all he could think about was the baby on the bayonet and the dead bodies on the ground.

Take a deep breath.

Take a deep breath.

Cheng Qianfan's thumb was on the trigger.

He screamed in pain in his heart, clicked, turned on the safety, and threw the pistol on the table...

My compatriots, my motherland!



Just as Bai Ruolan put the food on the table and came to the door to call Xiaobao who was playing in the alley, she saw Cheng Qianfan coming downstairs.

"time to eat."

"Yes, I understand."

Cheng Qianfan agreed, came to the living room and picked up the phone.

"Pick up Chandli No. 11, the landlord Li Hao."

The call is about to go through.

"Haozi, it's me."

"Brother Fan."

"Come here now! Bring the land deed to Lao Gui's house." After Cheng Qianfan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

The old ghost's house is a hidden name, it is the Japanese cavalry camp at Huade Road Racecourse. The so-called land deed is the architectural drawings and information about the barracks.

After the fall of Shanghai, Cheng Qianfan secretly collected information about the Japanese army. He had already been secretly preparing for these possible targets of the Shanghai Special Intelligence Team.

Now, he is full of rage!

If he didn't kill a few Japanese soldiers, he felt like he would go crazy.

He knew he had to be calm and not let his anger control his emotions. He couldn't be completely calm.

No, to be precise, he is extremely calm now!