The Marine Corps Intelligence Office didn't even pay attention to the military police, and it was impossible to ask Ono Jiro to come forward on this matter.
Needless to say, Mo Dunding and Li Junshi had no face in the Japanese Navy.
In the end, Xie Xuan made the trip.
What Mo Dunding meant was that as long as this matter did not involve him.
Of course, it would be better if Liu Shuangqian could be rescued.
After all, Meng Yuanzhi is dead, so the Japanese shouldn't care.
Xie Xuan asked bluntly: "Consultant Imada, can you hand over the murderer of Meng Yuanzhi to me?"
Imada Mano looked indifferent, as if she didn't recognize Xie Xuan, and said coldly: "No!"
Xie Xuan asked: "Can you let me see him?"
Regarding the failed response, Xie Xuan did not mention it to Liu Shuangqian. After all, it seemed inappropriate to mention the failed response before taking action.
Xie Xuan also hoped in his heart that Liu Shuangqian would be overwhelmed and make things as bad as possible.
Even if Liu Shuangqian said that he was the one who tempted him to do it, Xie Xuan wouldn't care. He has plenty of ways to deal with it.
But in that case, Liu Shuangqian would never be able to work anywhere, let alone be a section chief.
Imada Asano asked: "What is your relationship with him?"
The murderer was caught just last night, and Xie Xuan arrived today.
"He turned out to be an underground party member and has surrendered to the Secret Service."
"He is also an underground party? Does he know Meng Yuanzhi?"
Xie Xuan shook his head slightly and said, "These questions can be clarified after meeting."
Everything he said was true. However, there were some things he didn't say clearly.
Imada Asano said helplessly: "Okay."
Before meeting Liu Shuangqian, Xie Xuan had been mentally prepared, but after meeting him, he still felt that he had underestimated the cruelty of the Japanese.
All of Liu Shuangqian's clothes were stripped off, and his lower jaw was hooked on the iron hook, like a shaved pig.
His whole body was covered with blood marks from being whipped, and the inside of his thighs and under his intestines were punctured with bloody holes by red-hot copper wires. His whole body was covered in blood, and he was in terrible shape. If he hadn't occasionally twitched, he would have thought that already dead.
"Commander Imada, can you put it down?"
Imada Mano waved his hand, and a Japanese soldier next to him loosened the rope of the iron hook. Liu Shuangqian couldn't stand at all and fell straight to the ground.
Xie Xuan walked over, squatted on the ground, and shouted softly: "Liu Shuangqian."
Liu Shuangqian kept his eyes closed tightly, and when he heard Xie Xuan's shouts, it seemed as if they were coming from the distant horizon.
He struggled to open his eyes, and blood flowed into his eyes. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe it, but he couldn't lift his arm.
I slowly turned my head and saw only one person. After blinking my eyes, I finally saw a blurry figure.
Xie Xuan said again: "Liu Shuangqian, can you hear me clearly?"
"You...you are...Director Xie..."
"are you OK?"
Liu Shuangqian smiled miserably and said, "I...I didn't say anything."
After being caught in the patrol room, he still thought that the Secret Service would come to rescue him.
But the injury on his arm revealed his identity, and he was taken into custody by the Marine Corps Intelligence Division last night.
In the patrol room, it was just interrogating him, but in the interrogation room of the intelligence department, it was like going to hell.
Thinking back on last night's experience, there were times when he wished he could die quickly so that he could die without suffering such inhuman torture.
These Japanese are really not human beings.
He actually wanted to confess several times, but he knew very well that he had no way out.
If he confesses everything, not only will he have to bear the wrath of the Japanese, but Xie Xuan and Mo Dunding will also abandon him.
As long as you grit your teeth and persevere, there may still be a glimmer of hope.
At least, if he dies, his family can still receive money.
If you say it, nothing will happen.
After taking refuge in Morton Ding, he had only one way left. After shooting Meng Yuanzhi, there was no way out.
Xie Xuan said slowly: "You and Meng Yuanzhi have a personal grudge. Killing him has nothing to do with politics."
Liu Shuangqian said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Meng Yuanzhi and I have a personal grudge and it has nothing to do with anyone else."
He secretly cursed himself for being stupid, why didn't he think of such a reason?
If he killed Meng Yuanzhi, if there were no other factors, he would have been imprisoned for a few years at most. At worst, he would have been shot, but wouldn't he have been shot immediately?
After Xie Xuan and Mo Dunding knew that they were caught, could they come to rescue them?
He suddenly felt that he had suffered so much in vain.
Xie Xuan lowered his body and whispered in Liu Shuangqian's ear: "I will tell Staff Imada. Don't worry. Just think about everything and don't screw it up again."
Before Liu Shuangqian could reply, Xie Xuan stood up and said in Japanese: "Consultant Imada, can you take a step to speak?"
"Go to my office."
"Consultant Imada, Liu Shuangqian shot Meng Yuanzhi just because of a personal grudge. He will soon join the Secret Service and serve in the operations department. I hope you can make it easier."
Xie Xuan said as he handed over an envelope.
"Personal matters?"
Staff Officer Imada took the envelope smoothly and stuffed it into his pocket without looking at it.
The Chinese like to do this, but he likes it.
Meng Yuanzhi could no longer provide any information. He was treated in Guangji Hospital and had to pay for medical expenses every day. If he died, he would just die.
Since Liu Shuangqian is also an underground party member and is a colleague of Meng Yuanzhi, as long as he can replace Meng Yuanzhi, there is no harm in letting him go.
The Japanese take the life and death of Chinese people lightly. Sometimes they feel distressed when killing a chicken, but if they want to kill a Chinese, they won't even blink an eye.
Xie Xuan smiled and said: "Yes, it's just a personal grudge. Liu Shuangqian has suffered such a big sin with you, so he has learned a lesson and is worthy of Meng Yuanzhi."
Imada Mano's tone has softened and she said: "I'll think about it."
After Xie Xuan left, Imada Mano prepared to go to the interrogation room to release him.
Walking to the door of the interrogation room, Imada Mano suddenly stopped. He took out the envelope sent by Xie Xuan and pulled out the contents.
There is only a thin piece of paper, is it a check?
Liu Shuangqian is not a big shot. Is it too polite to give him a check?
By the light, Imada Asano looked at the piece of paper.
Hey, why do you have an avatar? It looked familiar, and I looked at the words next to it. There were two big characters printed on it: Shiyuan, and the words "Central Bank" were printed on it.
This... is legal currency? Only ten yuan?
What does Xie Xuan mean? Could it be that just for ten yuan, you want to let him go? Is he humiliating Liu Shuangqian or himself?
Imada Asano's mood instantly changed from joy to anger, and she was furious.
He took out his gun, rushed into the interrogation room, and walked up to Liu Shuangqian.
"Advisor Imada, I..."
"Bang bang bang!"
Imada Mano didn't listen to Liu Shuangqian's nonsense at all and fired three shots in a row.
Liu Shuangqian stared, not thinking about it until his death. Didn't Xie Xuan agree? Why did Asano Imada change his mind?
Imada Mano tore the ten-yuan bill into pieces, threw it on Liu Shuangqian's body, and roared: "Baga!"
