Wu Leisheng was silent for a long time.
Cheng Qianfan didn't seem to be in a hurry. He leaned on the swivel chair, lit a cigarette, and stared at Wu Leisheng coldly.
Just as he blew out a long puff of smoke, flicked the ashes, and was about to stand up, Wu Leisheng finally spoke, "Mei Wuming is a pseudonym. His true identity is the deputy director and special commissioner of the Suhu District of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China." director."
"Very good." Cheng Qianfan smiled with satisfaction. Wu Leisheng opened his swollen eyes with difficulty. He just looked at Cheng Qianfan. The smile on this man's face moved his heart. He had a feeling that Cheng Qianfan had already known Mei Wuming's identity. This question Just to make sure I'm not lying.
"List of members and addresses of the Shanghai Division Action Brigade of the Central Military Commission's Suhu District," Cheng Qianfan said in a deep voice. He shook his head towards Datou Luyi, "Give him a pen."
As he said that, Cheng Qianfan glanced at Wu Leisheng's bloody hands and shook his head, "Forget it, he said, you record it."
Wu Leisheng did not disclose the list or addresses of his subordinates. He looked at Cheng Qianfan and gritted his teeth to endure the pain. "Vice President Cheng, it is enough for me to explain my identity, even the identity of the commander."
Taking a breath of painful air, Wu Leisheng said, "Vice President Cheng, you are Chinese. You are the deputy chief of the French Concession Patrol Room. You serve the French, not the Japanese."
Some police officers in the torture room looked at Cheng Qianfan.
Wu Leisheng was right, they were patrolmen in the French Concession. It was not a Han woman who had taken refuge with the Japanese. If torturing Wu Leisheng to force him to reveal his identity was still within the scope of normal interrogation, then interrogating Wu Leisheng's list and address of Chongqing activists at such a sensitive period did not seem to be too serious. How necessary 7——
Because once Wu Leisheng provided the list and address of his men, according to the agreement reached between the French Concession authorities and the Japanese, the patrol room must immediately arrest these anti-Japanese elements and then hand them over to the Japanese.
Therefore, if the patrol house in the French Concession catches suspected anti-Japanese elements, unless they are senior police officers who have been bribed by the Japanese or even openly colluded with the Japanese, most others will adopt a postponement attitude, and unless it is confirmed that I generally won’t dig too much further if necessary.
It is necessary to say here that although everyone knows that Mr. Cheng is close to the Japanese, when it comes to conflicts between the interests of the patrol room and the Japanese, Mr. Cheng's butt will still be on the side of the patrol room. This is also the reason why many policemen in the French Concession are still quite convinced by Cheng Qianfan.
Of course, strictly speaking, there was nothing wrong with Cheng Qianfan asking for the list and addresses of Wu Leisheng's men.
Even before the French Concession reached an agreement with the Japanese to hand over anti-Japanese elements, the French Concession authorities had always adopted a policy of arresting, interrogating, sentencing, or deporting state agents.
Just because the Japanese were aggressive, especially after the Japanese forced the French to bow their heads and sign an agreement to hand over the anti-Japanese elements, the French Concession authorities would turn a blind eye to conscientious patrolmen who treated the anti-Japanese elements leniently.
"It is Cheng's responsibility to arrest violent elements and maintain the peace and prosperity of the French Concession." Cheng Qianfan squinted at Wu Leisheng, "According to the provisions of Section 16, Article 39 of the French Concession Public Security Regulations, there are arrests in the patrol room. The rights and obligations of suspicious persons and violent elements are taken into account, and suspects are arrested, tried by public officials, and either killed, imprisoned, or deported."
Cheng Qianfan popped a cigarette out of the cigarette case, stuffed it into Wu Leisheng's mouth, and helped him light it.
Wu Leisheng took a few greedy puffs and looked at Cheng Qianfan in confusion.
"Who told you that I was going to hand you over to the Japanese?" Cheng Qianfan sneered and said, "Go and find out, why did Mr. Cheng ever take the initiative to hand over his people to the Japanese?"
"Dong Zhengguo, this person, by the way, is codenamed 'First Officer,'" Cheng Qianfan said, "You should know this person."
He patted Wu Leisheng's shoulder. Wu Leisheng shivered in pain, and Wu's wife next to her shed tears of distress again.
Wu Leisheng nodded.
"Then you should also know that Dong Zhengguo is my subordinate from the Japanese Military Police Command.
My people almost started fighting with the Japanese because of this first mate. Cheng Qianfan said in a deep voice.
'That's because you want to kill Dong Zhengguo with your own hands, who planned to assassinate you,' Wu Leisheng said in his heart.
However, he also admitted that at least this incident showed that Cheng Qianfan dared to say no to the Japanese for his own personal interests.
Cheng Qianfan's power was given by the French. He could not show his favor to the Japanese too blatantly. For example, he captured a group of Chongqing elements and handed them over to the Japanese. This was something that the French Concession authorities found difficult to accept.
He thought about it carefully, and as Cheng Qianfan said, although this person has always been pro-Japanese, there is really no precedent of catching anti-Japanese elements and handing them over to the Japanese.
Thinking of this, Wu Leisheng glanced at his crying wife and the baby who had fallen asleep in his wife's arms after she was tired of crying. The antagonism in his heart began to soften. Maybe as Cheng Qianfan said, he was just following the rules of the French Concession. Don't you want to hand over your brothers to the Japanese when doing business?
"Ren Yongchang, coming from the fire street..." Wu Leicheng sighed and said slowly.
Cheng Qianfan was overjoyed, his eyes flashed with joy, but deep in his heart he sighed.
This is the helpless sigh of the endless abyss.
Not only sighing for Wu Leisheng's choice, but also sighing for his own evil deeds.
"Wait a minute." At this moment, the door of the torture room was pushed open and a voice came.
Hearing this voice, Cheng Qianfan felt inexplicably relieved. This guy finally arrived at the last moment.
"Assistant Su!" Cheng Qianfan turned around and looked at Su Zhe with a cold face, "What are you doing in the torture room?"
"Inspector, let's just forget it?" Datou Lu looked at the door of the torture room unwillingly and asked Cheng Qianfan.
Just now, Su Zhe, assistant to Jin Kemu, chief inspector of the Central Patrol Room, arrived. Su Zhe used Jin Kemu's order as an excuse to take away Wu Leisheng and Wu Leisheng's wife and children, who were about to start the *** generation.
"What else can we do?" Cheng Qianfan's face was gloomy and uncertain. He spat angrily on the ground and turned to glance at Da Toulu. "Or you can lead someone to snatch Wu Leisheng back."
"How dare you, my subordinates?" Datou Lu sneered, "That's Mr. Jin..."
"Yes, Mr. Jin." Cheng Qianfan sighed, the corner of his mouth twitched, his eyes flickered, he clapped his hands as he spoke, turned and walked towards the door, took two steps and then stopped, "Ji Lai Huo Street... …”
"My subordinate understands that Ren Yongchang is here to lead the fire." Datou Lu nodded.
In a room with bright and clean windows, a copy of Zeng Guofan's family letter was placed on the desk of Xiu Huliang, the translator of the Investigation Team of the Political Department.
Xiu Gongshen drank tea and read a book in a leisurely manner, nodding from time to time as if he saw what he was interested in.
Occasionally, I would lower my head and write something like reading notes in my notebook.
"Seventy-nine, hold three in the right hand." Xiu Huliang thought silently in his heart.
Soon he turned to the ninth line of page 7 of Zeng Wenzheng's family letter and found the last keyword.
And what he wrote in his notebook is also clearly visible on the paper: Brother Hongye, Su Mei has betrayed the country, Suzhou and Shanghai are in trouble, Xu Zishan has lost contact, and I still hope that my brother can help me - my brother Qin Mingye.
Xu Zhaolin, courtesy name Zishan.
Xiu Gongshen picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. With a smile on his face and a slight chin, he seemed very satisfied with the reading notes he had just written.
However, after a while, Xiu Gongshen looked thoughtful. He looked at his reading notes, sighed, and shook his head, as if he was not very satisfied.
Finally, with a stabbing sound, Xiu Gongshen tore off the page, lit a match, and threw it into a small carved brass niche.
"This old fox, who has not been heard from for many years, presented a difficult problem as soon as he came up." He moved his body while repairing his arm beam, and he was full of curses in his heart.
Qin Mingye is a pseudonym, and this person also has a pseudonym that is more familiar to many people - Qin Detai.
A gust of wind blew, and the pages of Zeng Wenzheng's book on the desk turned and rustled.
Xiu Hu Shen Shen
After a moment of silence, he picked up the microphone on his desk and said, "I'm Xiu Gongshen, and I want to ask for Vice President Cheng's office."
Cheng Qianfan glanced at the phone on his desk and picked up the receiver, "I'm Cheng Qianfan."
"Teacher, there's nothing like that." "I went. Half a month ago, my wife made wontons and prepared a table of seasonal dishes. I brought Kulan, Xiaobao and Xiaozhizhi there.
"I have time, I have time. Teacher, you have spoken. Even if you don't have time, you must have time." Cheng Qianfan laughed and promised to take his family to Xiu Huoshen's house for dinner tonight. Xiu Huliang on the other end of the phone said Then he hung up the phone with satisfaction.
After hanging up the phone, Cheng Qianfan's smile faded, his eyes became calm, and he fell into thinking.
The teacher would not call him to eat for no reason. Yes, although Cheng Qianfan and fellow practitioner Gong Shen can be said to have the same affection as father and son, the two of them basically only talked about business matters in the patrol room, and most of them would not involve household matters. If something happened, or they would stop eating, etc. It was his wife who called him directly.
Of course, if Xiu Gongshen met him by chance in the patrol room and asked him to go home for dinner, he would just say so casually.
However, if it was really just a meal, he would never go out of his way to make a phone call to let him know.
This is a tacit understanding between him and Xiu Gongshen. Just as Cheng Qianfan had been thinking about Xiu Gongshen, thinking that his uncle and teacher must have a hidden identity, he knew that Xiu Gongshen must also be thinking about him, and Cheng Qianfan judged that Xiu Gongshen should be the most important person to his military commander status. Perceived.
Two men, each with their own secrets, knew each other tacitly and never revealed them, and they had a tacit understanding that only the two of them understood.
Xiu Gongshen's phone call today, according to Cheng Qianfan's understanding, meant:
If you have unspeakable things to talk about, be prepared. What to prepare for?
Not only can we discuss certain things, even some dangerous topics, but also avoid being caught by Xiu Huchao to see through his identity, or both parties must pay attention to the preparations to protect their identities————
Neither of them is willing to pierce that layer of window paper, so everything will just be speculation and no evidence will be left!
This is a tacit gentleman's agreement between the uncle and nephew, who each have their own secrets.
In the evening, he had to go to his teacher Xiu Gongshen's house for dinner, so Cheng Qianfan got off work early.
Li Hao drove Brother Fan back to Cheng's house to pick up his sister-in-law, Xiaozhima and Xiaobao.
"Ruolan, you guys get in the car first." Cheng Qianfan said to his wife, sister and children who had been waiting for him.
He himself went to the kitchen. "Is it done?" Cheng Qianfan asked directly.
He sniffed his nose, and the scent of vinegar hit his nostrils, which was refreshing.
"It'll be ready soon." Zhou Ru took the rag from her apron pocket and wiped her hands carefully, "Selected fine hairtail and fine sugar from Hongyunfang."
"Has Chongqing called you back?" Cheng Qianfan asked in a low voice. "Not yet." Zhou Ru opened the lid of the pot, took a small spoon and scooped some soup, tasted the taste, and narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.
She really likes to be busy in the kitchen. This feeling of stability and fireworks make this woman obsessed.
Cheng Qianfan frowned. It shouldn't be.
After leaving No. 76 Jisi Feier Road, he sent Haozi to secretly inform Zhou Ru to send a report to Chongqing to ask He Qichen, the captain of the Hangzhou Station Action Brigade of the Lixing Society Secret Service in the 25th year of the Republic of China, who had secretly investigated The identity of the man who secretly met with Zheng Sanyuan, head of the Hangzhou District of the Party Affairs Investigation Department.
This kind of thing does not require much effort, is not dangerous, and is not complicated.
Therefore, Cheng Qianfan was not satisfied with Chongqing's response speed.
However, after thinking about it, he shook his head and said nothing more. Cheng Qianfan can probably understand Chongqing's attitude towards this matter: they don't take it seriously.
There was an incident in the Suhu District of Zhongtong. The man Cheng Qianfan asked the Chongqing Military Command Headquarters to investigate was most likely from Zhongtong.
To put it bluntly, what does the loss of Zhongtong, whether Zhongtong personnel are dead or alive, or have become traitors, have anything to do with military unification?
Of course, if it is
In the case of the latter, the military commander would not mind cleaning up the house for the central commander.
After a while, Cheng Qianfan took the sweet and sour hairtail fish that Zhou Ru had packed in a basket food box and returned to the car.
"Last time I brought the sweet and sour hairtail made by Xiao Zhou. My wife liked it very much." Cheng Qianfan said, raising the food box in his hand.
Then he saw his wife covering her mouth and laughing.
Xiaobao laughed out loud at the side, "Brother, sister Ruolan learned how to make sweet and sour hairtail the day before yesterday..."
It turned out that Bai Ruolan visited Masinan Road a few days ago and personally made the newly learned sweet and sour hairtail for her mistress, He Xuelin, to taste. "Why didn't I know?" Cheng Qianfan was shocked. "I'm not good at my craftsmanship." Bai Ruolan pursed her lips and smiled, "I won't show off my ugliness for the time being."
Chongqing. Du Post Street.
Hou Nianen was sitting on the window seat. She waved towards the street downstairs, "Muxing, here."
Zhang Muxing looked up and saw his wife. He waved to Hou Nianen and said, "Here he comes."
Went to the teahouse.
Zhang Muxing picked up a big bowl of tea, drank a big gulp, wiped his mouth, "I'm so thirsty."
"Why did you come so late?" Hou Nianen asked reproachfully. "Qi Wu..." Zhang Muxing said. After he finished speaking, he realized that it was inappropriate, so he lowered his voice and said to his wife, "Qi Wu is looking for me."
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