"Haha." Ichichiemon sneered again and said, "You are also very good, and you can actually see through my tricks."
Fan Keqin looked up at the opponent's eyes and said, "The captain is really stubborn. He is still trying to control the rhythm. But as I said just now, I hate this, so I ask you again, who are your subordinates? Why? Only then can you contact them. Also, which spy group can you contact?"
Ichivoemon narrowed his eyes again, stared at Fan Keqin and said, "As you said, my team has been paralyzed. I guess, have you caught my men now? Well, it should be Tsuruta-kun , Mr. Peace Palace, right?"
Fan Keqin nodded and said, "I really admire a captain's spirit of not giving up. The anti-torture methods are indeed good. But as long as you don't answer my questions directly, I will be dissatisfied with you. So... Lao Jiang, Let a captain show his manliness."
"Yes!" Jiang Tianxiang glanced at the Ichimon guard fiercely. First, he picked up a small iron shackle that was one finger thick but had two holes on the torture table, and there was an iron hook attached to the bottom. Just watch his hands gently separate, and with a click, they became two pieces.
After walking up to Ichigaemon, he bent down and adjusted the two meatballs on his crotch back and forth. After aligning the two meatballs, he lifted them up and made a clicking sound again. Lock from the root.
Ichichimon grinned, but still stared at Fan Keqin without saying a word.
Jiang Tianxiang turned around and came to the rack of torture instruments again, picking up a pile of heavy iron weights with hooks. Then he returned to Ichichiemon and threw it on the ground next to him with a thud. Then he looked at Ichichiemon ferociously, slapped him on the face gently with his hand, and said, "Aren't you a man? Aren't you tough? Let's see how long you can last!"
After saying that, he bent down, picked up a palm-sized iron weight, and hung it directly on Ichizuemon's crotch. Ichigaemon's eyes immediately opened to their maximum size, but this guy's two meatballs were being pushed down by the iron weights, and he still remained silent.
Fan Keqin said, "A captain is so powerful that he is not afraid of these things. As long as he doesn't speak, we will keep adding pressure until he speaks."
"Understood!" Jiang Tianxiang said, squatting on the ground, picking up another iron weight and hanging it on the hook of the previous one.
At this moment, Ichijoemon groaned, his eyes wide open, and a scratching sound came from his throat, but he still held on.
Jiang Tianxiang sneered, picked up one again, and hung it up again with a click. Just look at his two meatballs hanging down by the keyhole. They are already covered with high-rising blood vessels, and the wrinkles of the outer skin have been completely stretched out, as if they have become transparent.
Before Ichichiemon could react, Jiang Tianxiang stretched out his left hand, and with a click, another iron weight was hung up.
At this moment, Ichijoemon let out a howl of "Ouch!", grinned in pain, and shouted with a blue face, "Stop..., stop... I said, I said."
Jiang Tianxiang looked back at Fan Keqin. The latter waved his hand and said, "Take it off."
After hearing this, Jiang Tianxiang nodded to express his understanding. Then he reached out and took off the four iron weights from the hooks, but still kept the small iron shackles that locked his two meatballs.
Seeing this, Fan Keqin didn't talk nonsense at all and asked directly, "How many members are there? Who are they? How can we find them?"
Ichimon's mouth was open. At this time, the arrogance was gone. His eyes were like a dead fish. He was breathing heavily and said, "There are fourteen members in total, plus fifteen of me. Arikatori Yukio, alias Ni Gale; Nozawa Maru, whose pseudonym is Tang Wen; Aso Goro, whose pseudonym is Teng Xiaoting..."
As he spoke, Hua Zhang bent over his desk and quickly recorded that there were fourteen people in total, including Jiro Hiramiya and Taro Tsuruta.
Fan Keqin nodded and said, "Very good, where is their address?"
Ichigaemon shook his head and said, "The order I gave them was to lurk separately, so even I don't know where they live. But I have the contact codes agreed with each of them. Nozamaru, I gave him The dead mailbox is Lao Ma's Inn at No. 135, Zhongshan Street. It is based on the lower door crack on the left side and behind the fourth brick from the left. From what I know about him, he should try his best to sneak into Lao Ma's house. He works in an inn, so he is not easily exposed. Or he will come to pick up the signal every once in a while at night. The time I agreed with him is Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and July every other week. This can reduce the number of times he checks to see if he is dead. The number of mailboxes reduces his risk; Katori Yukio's death mailbox is in the small garden of Hongting Road. On the bench to the left of the turtle monument statue, there is a concave under the orange wood third from the front to the right on the right. groove……"
This time, Ichichiemon explained in great detail. Although the pain just now had eased a lot, it was just like in the past. As long as he opened his mouth, he would continue to explain.
Hua Zhang kept writing down a list of the contact information between Weimon and his subordinates. He didn't stop writing until he had been talking for nearly thirty minutes.
Fan Keqin asked again, "How to contact the other spy groups? What is the method?"
Ichigaemon looked up at him and said, "I know what you mean, because it has only been more than a month since I entered the local area, so the dead mailbox methods I just mentioned for contacting my team members cannot be implemented in such a short period of time. Established. But please don’t doubt that what I said is true. As you expected, I was able to get in touch with two local groups, but the group that provided these contact information has been transferred by the headquarters. I don’t know where they went. This is a suggestion I personally made to the headquarters to protect my special attack team. Please trust me."
Fan Keqin nodded and said in a deep voice, "It doesn't matter if you are transferred. Tell me what you know about this group. I'm talking about everything you know."
"Yes!" Ichimon said, "The leader of this group, whom I met at the headquarters, is named Masamune Kusaki. His age is unknown, but he looks about thirty-eight or nineteen to forty years old. He is less than 1.7 meters tall. , but it’s almost the same. I really don’t know the rest. I just handed him over the information of these dead mailboxes that he helped me master. And then I never saw him again. The time was about two and a half months ago, when I We are still thinking about the operational arrangements for the special attack team to enter the local area."
Fan Keqin asked, "Where is the other spy team?"
Ichimon said, "My liaison officer, Kakuei Inahashi, oh! He is also a subordinate under the pseudonym Ma Junlu. He is responsible for contacting various members of my team, including another intelligence team operating locally, but he only communicates with a person named Yin Shengyang. Contact...I guess this should be a pseudonym. It is also a dead mailbox, located in the small square near Hanshui Road. If my special attack team needs information support, I will tell Ma Junlu to go to the stone chair at the west exit of the small square. Below, place the letter. Then check it every three days. Regardless of whether the other party can provide me with information support, there will be a reply. However, Ma Junlu will not meet with the other party. This is also a confidentiality measure that I specially ordered. . In order to prevent the other party from being cracked and affecting my special attack team. The other party should have the same idea. But I didn't expect..." At the end of the sentence, I sighed dejectedly.
Fan Keqin asked, "Where are your radio stations and code books?"
Hearing this, Ichichimon raised his head and said, "These are all kept by Ma Junlu. I won't touch them. I'm only responsible for planning operations, issuing orders and conducting some work. But I think the radio station and code book should be in his residence." Place. Moreover, the funds for the activity were handed over to me and Qi Qi, and were also transferred to Ma Junlu. I analyzed that the money was also hidden in the house in Hanshui Hutong. "
Fan Keqin put out the cigarette butt and said, "Captain, you'd better be more honest. Now that you've given me an explanation, you have to make it clear to me."
Ichichiemon shook his head repeatedly and said, "No, I definitely didn't lie to you."
Fan Keqin said coldly, "Then why didn't you say who did you get the bomb from from beginning to end? Huh? Don't tell me that you picked it up yourself."
Ichimon said, "Don't worry, since I have said it, you can verify it. I am definitely not lying to you. As for the timing device on the bomb, I bought it from the black market, and I used chemical and liquid detonators. It is obtained from local hospital waste, universities and other places..."
As he explained, Fan Keqin mentally compared the scope of the map he had previously explored. I found that the place he mentioned was consistent with the schools, hospitals and other places that I had previously defined. And the Sholong Electrical Materials Store that Ichichiemon told me was also correct.
So Fan Keqin struck again while the iron was hot and asked for some details, such as when and where he got what. It's also about where the bombs are assembled and so on. Ichichiemon also answered one by one.
Worried, Fan Keqin disrupted the order again and asked a few questions he had answered before out of the blue, and the other party's answers were accurate. Only then did I feel relieved.
Because Fan Keqin pays great attention to details, it took nearly seven or eight hours from the time he was caught and interrogated to the end. Hua Zhang recorded a small drop of paper, and then it was over.
Order Jiang Tianxiang to escort the boy back to the cell. Fan Keqin and Hua Zhang went upstairs. When he arrived at the office, Hua Zhang placed the confession on Fan Keqin's desk and said, "Section Chief, when will we take action against these Ichichiemon's men?"
Fan Keqin said, "We don't know the addresses of these people, but fortunately there are ways to contact the dead mailboxes. We can't do it today, it's a bit late. Tomorrow, I will make detailed arrangements and let your team leader be responsible for delivering the dead mailboxes. Take these people down." Then he looked up at Hua Zhang and said, "What about you, have you made a plan?"
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