Kuang Fuan smiled softly when he heard this and said calmly: "It seems that Mr. Ikuta will not give up until he reaches the Yellow River. It doesn't matter. We will talk again after you have tasted the interrogation methods of our patrol room.
Others say that torture by Japanese intelligence agencies is very powerful, but I am not convinced. After it is over, you can make an evaluation based on your personal experience, which may help us improve our working methods. "
"Bridge bean sack."
Ikuta Takaki immediately became anxious when he heard the word "means" and begged: "I went out to make a phone call before you arrested me. If you see me being arrested, you will definitely hide and avoid further investigation.
Please go to the patrol room and ask. I really saw that your people talked to Lao Douzhang. This man is a white man, about thirty or forty years old, with a high status and many white bodyguards.
As long as we can find my father along this line, all questions will be solved. Mr. Kuang, I am the son-in-law of the Matsumoto family. If you let me go, the Matsumoto family will never treat you badly. "
Kuang Fuan was not interested in Ikuta Takaki's bribery. He was interested in the mysterious intelligence broker named Lao Dou, who secretly traded the addresses of underground parties with people in the patrol room.
Isn't this nonsense?
The traitors who performed the mission that day were all dead on the scene. The only ones who survived were him and another member of the red team. If Dad was so powerful, he would have been exposed long ago.
The most important thing is that when the people in the patrol room, including John Kaiziwei, communicated with him, their words and eyes were very natural. They never doubted themselves. This is the confidence of an underground worker.
However, judging from the confidentiality of the documents found in the house, it seems that my father is very powerful. Can a liar obtain the intelligence of the British high-level officials and the navy? This is a bit contradictory.
If this person really existed and was not fabricated by Ikuta Takaki, and the other person actually met with people from the patrol room and tried to trade some information, then there are only two possibilities for this situation.
First, Ikuta Takaki did not lie. The document belonged to Lao Dou. The so-called underground party address was just Lao Dou deceiving people. There are no honest people who work as intelligence brokers. Deception is a common method.
But there is a question. Would anyone really offend the Japanese Super High Section Chief and the patrol room for a little money? Moreover, this person himself has a lot of high-security information. Is this reasonable?
Instead of taking risks to defraud money, why not sell real information? In this world, there are people who do the beheading business, but no one does the loss-making business. From a logical point of view, deceiving the police station is a loss-making business.
The second is that Ikuta Takaki is lying. Those secret documents do not belong to Lao Dou at all, or do not belong to Lao Dou completely. The other party is Ikuta Takaki's subordinate or partner, who is responsible for keeping the documents.
Judging from the fact that the documents are in English, they are probably preparing an intelligence transaction, and the party purchasing the intelligence is from an English-speaking country. English is used to facilitate the buyer's inspection.
The evidence is that Takaki Ikuta is Japanese, and Lao Dou is Chinese according to the description. The official language of both countries is not English. Why would you want to convert the documents into English? It would be too troublesome.
Perhaps Lao Dou, with the idea of making a last-minute profit, used the address of the underground party as an excuse to use the Japanese Super High School Section Chief to meet with the people in the patrol room. The result may or may not have been successful.
Considering that the other party just put the documents in the house, the possibility of this speculation is very high. Anyway, no matter how much information is sold, it belongs to Ikuta Takaki. Why should he take it seriously? This is in line with human nature.
As for the person who traded with Lao Dou, he was a white man, in his thirties or forties, with a high status and a white bodyguard. A figure flashed in his mind. Yes, that person was the one who formed the intelligence alliance.
Kuang Fuan thought about it for a few minutes, then went out and walked to the prison phone, connected to John Kaiziwei's office, recounted what Takaki Ikuta told him and his own speculation, and finally concluded.
"Sir, I think the top priority is to confirm the existence of Laodou. This can be easily found out by asking the surrounding neighbors, and then we can find ways to find the person who traded with Laodou.
After verifying these two points, the next step is to find the connection between Ikuta Takaki and those documents without fingerprints. This may require studying the contents of the documents, please approve. "
Laodou
John Kaiziwei on the other side of the phone frowned. He didn't expect that this matter had something to do with the intelligence dealer wearing a hat and scarf, and then he realized a more serious problem.
My father's meeting with him and Hase Ryosuke was secret. If the matter spread, would London and the military intelligence department think that the person who leaked the secret was him, a descendant of the Kaiziwei family?
He swallowed and felt that this was very possible. He had been to the Shanghai base of the Far East Fleet more than once. The king's physical condition was also the focus of close attention by all British nobles.
It's over, what a good scapegoat.
John Kaiser wiped his cold sweat and replied in an official tone: "We cannot let the spy suspects take the initiative. We must solve the case quickly. In Chinese, it is said that soldiers need to be quick. You need to study and judge the documents first.
Once it is confirmed that the document is related to Ikuta Takaki, other things will not matter. The empire needs the wealth in Shanghai, and the patrol office must protect the people who create wealth, and Lao Dou is one of them.
In short, intelligence brokering is a profession that actually exists, and there are reasons and principles for its existence. Don't worry about it and put all your energy into the investigation of Ikuta Takaki. "
At the end of the sentence, John Kai Ziwei's tone became more severe, even a bit warning in it, and he almost said to protect his father. He believed that Kuang Fuan could understand.
glutinous rice
"Yes, I know how to do it."
Does Kuang Fuan understand? Of course he does. Saying this, what else doesn't he understand? It shows that the other person's butt is not clean, and he is afraid that this matter will involve him, and then the matter will be easier to handle.
So he made a suggestion in a low voice: "I feel that Takaki Ikuta is stalling for time and wants to wait for the Japanese Consulate to come forward to rescue him. I will pay attention to this and seize the time to break through the confession."
"good very good."
John Kaizi was satisfied and hung up the phone after saying a few more words. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and couldn't help but sigh that it was easy to talk to smart people. This Kuang deserves to be promoted.
In the future, some confidential matters that are inconvenient to come forward can be left to the other party to handle, and it can also influence the grassroots patrol through a detective. No matter how you look at it, it is a good idea with no harm.
In the prison, Kuang Fuan didn't know that he was about to become a confidant. He found a few fat guards and walked into the cell again. This time, he was no longer smiling and said as soon as he entered.
"Use your most powerful moves and entertain Mr. Ikuta well. By the way, it's best not to leave any obvious scars. You are a diplomat after all. You have to give others some face."
"Yes, Detective Kuang."
The guards replied respectfully, and then moved the tiger bench. This method left no scars except the marks of binding. It was really a rare and sharp method of torture to extract confessions.
In addition, unlike intelligence agencies, the patrol room does not have expensive electrocution equipment, but there are always more ways than difficulties. Human wisdom is infinite, and there are other ways to achieve electrocution.
A guard brought a telephone and a roll of telephone cord from outside, and quickly connected the branched end to Ikuta Takaki's unmentionable place, and then connected the other end to the telephone.
The Honest hand-cranked telephone is actually a small hand-cranked generator. The higher the speed, the greater the current. The greater the current passing through the human body, the more painful the person will be, thus achieving the purpose of interrogation.
The best thing is that because the voltage of the phone is not high, after three or two days, it will be difficult to find the traces of torture caused by it, let alone the injuries that cannot be seen with the naked eye. Even if a doctor checks, it will be difficult.
Kuang Fuan looked on with cold eyes. It was impossible to hide in a place like this and try to be a good person. Firstly, it would easily arouse suspicion. Secondly, you couldn't mingle with others. If someone noticed, there would be no disciples.
He just happened to be a detective, so this time he used this Japanese spy to show his prowess to some people in the patrol room, so as not to cause trouble and waste his time.
"Come together, three bricks. This guy is an intelligence agent. He is different from those lowlifes who carry bags and break into empty doors. He can't do anything with ordinary means. Don't be afraid. If there is a problem, I will take care of it."
Kuang Fuan ordered in a cold voice, then pulled over a chair, sat on it and kicked Erlang's legs in a cool manner, and lit a cigarette for himself, preparing to appreciate Ikuta Takaki's ugly appearance.
"Baga, let me go."
Over there, Ikuta Takaki was pushed onto the tiger bench before he could react. This made him calm down, and he immediately screamed like a slaughtered pig, causing the people in the cells on the left and right to curse.
But soon, these people shrank into the corner like quails. The reason was that after the torture started, the howling sound increased several degrees again. Now even a fool knew what happened.
"I'm a diplomat, you can't."
"ah"
The moment the hand-cranked telephone was turned on, Ikuta Takaki's heart seemed to jump out of his throat, and a smell of burnt flesh came up from an unspeakable place.
Hearing his screams, the patrolman who was shaking the phone's handle grinned, his eyes full of violence. He turned the handle a little faster, and the whining sound became faster and faster.
While enduring the unbearable burning sensation in his lower body and the tremendous pain in his knees and legs, Ikuta yelled at the ceiling, and a stream of heat spurted out.
"md, soft head."
The execution patrol sighed. This was the first time they had seen a torture subject become incontinent so quickly and pee so much. The entire single cell was filled with a strong stench.
"Rinse with water and continue."
Kuang Fuan didn't even blink as he uttered a few words. Compared with the anti-Japanese comrades in the Northeast who fell into the hands of the Japanese, the pain Ikuta Takaki felt was nothing at all.
