Qian Jinxun's tone was still cold and he said: "You still have nine fingernails and ten toenails, huh? I won't embarrass you. Let's talk about the unimportant things first. For example, what is your real name? As long as you say Now, I can give you a cigarette first and put you down from the shelf. How about it? You know, your real name has almost no value, right? It doesn't hurt to tell you."
Su Rui took a breath, still crying, and said: "Sir, I...I was really wronged. You really arrested the wrong person..."
Qian Jinxun snorted coldly and said: "Old Jin, pull out all the rest of his nails. This time, you have to go more slowly to let Mr. Su feel it properly."
"Understood." Jin Fang said, with a grin, he picked up the iron drill again and started to nail Su Rui's nails one by one. There were bursts of screams throughout the torture room.
This time, Jin Fang followed Qian Jinxun's instructions and the process of pulling out the nails was three or four times slower than the first time. Therefore, the pain suffered by Su Rui was two or three times greater. Finally, just as the fourth nail was nailed in by Jin Fang, his cry was suddenly mixed with a sentence in Japanese, saying: "Full waiting!!"
After hearing this, Fan Keqin immediately said: "Stop." Jin Fang immediately let go of his hand.
Fan Keqin stared at him and asked, "What's wrong? Mr. Su wants to say something?"
The muscles on Su Rui's face twitched, and finally he nodded, and said in a huff: "I...my name is Heigong Jiro. I am leaving the city in the south, not to Lijiatun, but...but to Xiaowangzhuang."
Qian Jinxun had a trace of pride on his face, waved his hand and said, "This is a good start, Mr. Pinggong, I will fulfill my promise. Lao Jin, put it down for him."
"Yes!" Jin Fang replied, stepping forward to release him from the iron frame, but then put handcuffs on him, and then held him on the iron chair in the middle of the ground.
Qian Jinxun took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, put it in his mouth and lit it, then took it out and said, "Smoke it for him."
Jin Fang took it, returned to Su Rui, and put the cigarette in the other person's mouth. Then a ferocious smile retreated to one side of the wall hung with torture instruments.
Qian Jinxun said: "Look, I am very sincere. But Mr. Pinggong, where is your sincerity?"
Jiro Hiramiya took a shuddering breath and said: "At Xiaowangzhuang, someone will pick me up. The secret code is to take a copy of today's New Evening News and roll it into a tube shape, but it should be pointed at one end and wide at the other, like a funnel. , clamped in the left armpit. The other party will take the initiative to show up when he sees it."
Fan Keqin stared at him and said, "Isn't there a coded answer?"
Heigong Jiro said: "No, because I can escape to Xiaowangzhuang and I am basically out of danger. So there is no need for code words. As long as the other party has the same newspaper, there will be no problem. I just need to follow him."
Fan Keqin asked: "What time did you agree?"
Jiro Hiramiya said: "Before eleven o'clock."
Fan Keqin looked at his watch and found that it was almost ten o'clock. He immediately stood up, tied up an opened bag on the ground, walked out of the torture room with it in his hand, and then quickly came to the field team upstairs. , found Zhao Hongliang and said: "Old Zhao, the Japanese spies have been recruited. You and your brothers must rush to Xiaowangzhuang in the south before eleven o'clock and pretend to be a joint. Remember! There is no code word for the joint, only the code: one Zhang's copy of today's New Evening News was rolled up into a funnel shape with a sharp end and a wide end and was tucked under his left armpit. The other party also gave the same newspaper code. After seeing it, immediately hold him down."
Zhao Hongliang stood up and said: "Yes!" Then he waved his hand and said: "Everyone in the first team, follow me."
Fan Keqin reached out and handed the baggage to him and said, "This is the spy's baggage. Take it and don't reveal any flaws."
Zhao Hongliang nodded and said: "Understood." After saying that, he reached out to take it and led a team of agents out of the office.
Seeing this, Fan Keqin left the field team and went to the underground level again. When he entered torture room No. 3 again, Jiro Hiramiya had already smoked another cigarette and was still explaining, saying: "I don't know who these people are, and I have never seen them. But I am only part of the whole plan. , I think this should be a captain. When this plan was customized, he already knew the weaknesses of the entire plan. So the arrangements were made in advance. I just need to escape as promised. But I didn’t expect that you would do it so quickly. Found me."
He spoke neither too fast nor too slowly, and his entire muscles had obviously relaxed, so Fan Keqin felt that his credibility was relatively high. Moreover, there are no logical problems in the entire explanation. If it were compiled now, it would be impossible to complete it in such a short period of time.
Qian Jinxun reached out, asked Fan Keqin for a thick black cigar again, and held it in his mouth. He was obviously more relaxed now than before. After lighting it, he took a nice breath and said, "How can I find Ichijoemon?"
Jiro Hiramiya shook his head and said: "Before I came to Chongqing, I only met the captain once at the Shanghai headquarters. And according to his instructions, I went to Chongqing. Only he can find me, but I can't take the initiative to contact him."
Qian Jinxun looked at Fan Keqin, who understood what he meant, so he leaned his head over and whispered: "It should be the truth. He doesn't know the other newspaper seller, so Ichichimon is probably the one who sells newspapers." After all, there are some differences between assassination teams and spies. Let’s listen to him first. Anyway, we have caught the newspaper seller. As long as we understand the structure of the assassination team, we will know what he is talking about. It’s so fake.”
Qian Jinxun nodded, took another puff of cigar, then took out a few photos from his pocket, handed them to Jin Fang, and said, "Mr. Pinggong, take a look, have you seen all the people here?"
Jin Fang showed him these photos one by one. When it came to the third one, Heimiya Jiro pointed at it and said, "You actually already know the appearance of a captain?"
Qian Jinxun said: "Oh? That means the one in this photo is indeed Ichimon?"
Jiro Hiramiya nodded and said: "Yes, there is at least 90% similarity."
This photo is the Ichimon Ichimon that Guo Meng drew realistically through the description of the rider. Obviously, Guo Meng's painting level is indeed very high, and the paintings are very similar, otherwise Hiramiya Jiro wouldn't be so surprised.
Qian Jinxun took a puff from his cigar, exhaled a long stream of smoke, and said: "King Pinggong, continue to look down, look carefully."
"Yes!" Jiro Hiramiya replied and continued to look down...
Note: "The second update is here, please vote, brothers!"
