"boom!"
Sun Dawan shot outside again.
Unfortunately, it still missed.
He sighed.
If it were in the past, it would definitely be one shot at a time.
It's a pity, I haven't shot a gun in so many years and I'm rusty.
Moreover, his right hand was disabled during the operation to kill the Japanese, which meant that more than half of his power was lost.
There were at least ten Japanese troops outside.
"Hi, Mr. Sun Xiaobao."
Suddenly, a voice came: "Please don't shoot, I hope we can have a good talk."
"Sure." Sun Xiaobao smiled: "Come in, I want to see how I am exposed."
In fact, he knew very well that the Japanese had not exerted any force before, otherwise, they would have rushed in long ago.
After a while, several Japanese soldiers came in and pointed their guns at Sun Dawan.
Sun Dawan didn't panic, picked up the big bowl of tea in front of him and took a sip.
"Hello, Mr. Sun." Another Japanese officer came in: "I am Matsumoto Nitsugi. You should see that today, no matter what, you can't run away."
"Yeah, I'm not ready to run away either." Sun Dawan glanced at his right hand: "If my hand hadn't been disabled, I could have killed at least a few."
Matsumoto Hitsugu suddenly realized that no wonder the famous killer's marksmanship was so inaccurate: "What's wrong with your hand?"
"What happened? He was injured when Turboro unplugged your contact point."
Matsumoto Jinji was overjoyed.
Shanghai devil!
The person in front of me is really probably the Shanghai Evil Ghost!
"Mr. Sun." Matsumoto Nitsugi controlled his excitement: "Can you tell me about that assassination? I am very interested in it."
"Of course." Sun Dawan smiled: "I remember it rained that night..."
He clearly told the entire process of the assassination that day, even including some details that only those who were at the scene knew.
Not a single thing was missed.
Matsumoto Nitsuji was finally convinced that Sun Dawan and Sun Xiaobao were the "Shanghai Evil Ghosts" that Japanese agents had been searching for for more than five years!
But who would have thought that a dignified Shanghai evil ghost would hide in such a place with such an identity?
After Sun Dawan finished speaking, he asked: "I'm very curious. I've been hiding myself well for more than five years. How did you find out?"
"because I."
A man walked in calmly.
Miao Cheng Fang!
"Miao Fuhuang!"
Sun Dawan screamed out: "It's you!"
"Please call me Miao Chengfang." Miao Chengfang said calmly: "It's me."
"traitor!"
Sun Dawan roared and raised his gun.
"boom"!
The one who fell was Sun Dawan.
Miao Chengfang's gun was still emitting green smoke.
Sun Xiaobao is dead.
The moment Miao Chengfang fired, he and Sun Xiaobao made one last eye contact.
What was written in Sun Xiaobao's eyes was relief, gratitude, and farewell.
Farewell, little treasure.
You must die. You must not fall into the hands of the Japanese.
Thank you, Xiaobao!
"Mr. Miao, you drew your gun very quickly and accurately." At this moment, Matsumoto Nitsugi was in an excited mood.
The "Shanghai Devil" who was so popular among Japanese agents was finally dead.
By relying on this alone, he has made a great contribution.
This gift that Miao Chengfang gave to him was really too precious.
Moreover, Miao Chengfang's cruelty towards his own people was also unexpected.
Miao Chengfang put away the gun and took out his pipe: "Search this place, but in my opinion, I'm afraid there won't be anything gained. This man has long been a useless person. He has been hiding for five years. For China, There is no use value anymore..."
…
"...After Mr. Miao recruited me, I joined the Lixing Society at that time, and was later ordered to lurk in Wuxi..."
In the interrogation room, Tian Qi carefully talked about why he became Miao Chengfang's subordinate.
The person in charge of interrogating him was Kawamoto Kojiro. He listened very carefully, for fear of missing any loopholes that might appear.
"Some time ago, a month ago to be precise, when I was on a mission, Mr. Miao suddenly found me and asked me to prepare and go back to the Japanese with him..."
"etc."
Kawamoto Kojiro interrupted him: "Mr. Tian, you are Meng Shaoyuan's warrior. Wouldn't it be more valuable for you to stay by his side? You and Mr. Miao wouldn't have thought of this, right?"
"We have thought about it." Tian Qi replied calmly: "But you don't know how scary Meng Shaoyuan is. He will know what you are thinking in the next second..."
Of course Kawamoto Kojiro knew.
He had dealt with Meng Shaoyuan more than once. The psychological knowledge he had been proud of before was as childish and ridiculous in front of Meng Shaoyuan as a child discussing academic issues with a professor.
Tian Qi doesn't understand psychology, but he knows that Kawamoto Kojiro is afraid of Meng Shaoyuan.
There is an old saying in China, "Once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the well rope for ten years."
I need to keep mentioning this "snake" so that the other party will feel scared. Perhaps, I can get rid of my passivity a little during the interrogation process.
He got it right.
In psychology, this is called psychological suppression, which uses the patient's most feared things to continuously stimulate the other person to achieve certain goals.
This is what Kawamoto Kojiro was thinking about at this time.
Even myself, an expert who had studied in the United States, was vulnerable to Meng Shaoyuan, let alone someone like Tian Qi.
He even had some sympathy for Tian Qi's situation.
"Mr. Miao once told me, don't forget my identity and don't assassinate the Japanese, otherwise, it will be very troublesome in the future." Tian Qi continued to say calmly: "So, after the Battle of Shanghai broke out, all I killed were I have never killed a Japanese so-called traitor by the Chinese. You can investigate this matter."
Kawamoto Kojiro asked Tian Qi for almost more than two hours. He asked every detail very carefully.
Tian Qi answered fluently.
"In our conversation, I didn't find any flaws. Your answer can be said to be perfect." Kawamoto Kojiro smiled slightly: "But a famous agent once said that the more perfect something is, the more likely it is that it is Forged..."
This is psychological induction.
"A certain famous agent", "A certain famous scientist", "My friend, my relative" once said...
Once these vague words are spoken from the mouth of a psychologist without ever naming a specific person, this is typical psychological induction.
If patients are misled and believe the so-called "truth", it will be really difficult to change.
"I didn't lie." Tian Qi said expressionlessly: "I don't know what perfection is, but what I said is true. I don't understand why the truth is wrong?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Tianqi." Kawamoto Kojiro covered up the interrogation transcript: "Your answer is very good. At least for me, it has not passed the test. I have strong suspicions about you and think that you are sent by the Chinese to lurk. I can tell you the reason. When I said those perfect words, the person being interrogated at least showed signs of panic, dissatisfaction, or anger, but you didn’t, not at all. You acted too calm.
Generally speaking, this kind of calm will only occur after many rehearsals and after you have determined the various situations that will arise during the interrogation. So, I have to do something rude to you. "
"Whatever." Tian Qi sighed: "You can do whatever you want."
…
Screams continued to sound in the interrogation room.
Tian Qi was beaten to a bloody pulp, fainted several times, and was awakened by cold water several times.
Kawamoto Kojiro was drinking tea there without asking a word from beginning to end.
Torturing and questioning at the same time is the stupidest thing to do.
A determined agent is specially trained.
You ask him a question and he refuses to answer. You hit him and ask him to answer again, but he still refuses. Why?
Because when he was repeatedly tortured and executed, his mental and physical torture were synchronized. To put it simply, he had gradually adapted.
The correct approach is to destroy his body first. Once the body is hit hard, the spirit will inevitably be affected.
If you ask again at this time, his answer will always reveal flaws.
When Tian Qi woke up again, Kawamoto Kojiro felt that it was almost done. He stood up and walked to Tian Qi: "Answer me, your name?"
"Tian Qi."
"Your first career?"
"chef."
"The specific time you joined Lixingshe."
Kojiro Kawamoto kept asking simple questions over and over again.
This is to continue to relax Tian Qi's spirit.
"I..." Tian Qi groaned in pain: "19...24 years..."
"Nonsense!" Kawamoto Kojiro was startled: "1924? There was no Rikishasha at that time. How old are you!"
…
"Tian Qi, remember." Meng Shaoyuan said with a serious face: "When you start to lurk one day, if the other party keeps asking you some simple questions, it means that they have started to set a trap for you."
"what do I do?"
"Answer his wrong questions. For every two to three true answers, you must answer one wrong answer. The simpler the question, the more likely you are to answer it wrong. You have to take the initiative in the interrogation into your own hands. At the same time, you can pretend to have some physical discomfort, such as being in a trance, so you can successfully cover up why you can answer such a simple question wrong, and make all the other party's preparations fail!"
…
Tian Qi always remembered what Meng Shaoyuan told him.
He was in unbearable pain, but he found that he no longer had to pretend to be unwell. Anyone would be in a trance after experiencing the horrific punishments just now.
Kawamoto Kojiro asked again: "Who is in your family?"
"My father, mother..."
"What do they do?"
“Those who farm are all farmers.”
"Where are you from?"
"Me? I'm from Shanghai...Shanghai is so beautiful."
"Asshole, how could you be from Shanghai!"
