Chapter 573: Anti-rape Operation

　　一乐楼.

Hao Zai was holding an oil cake in his hand, with pig head meat rolled into the oil cake.

 Bite a bite of flatbread and drink a sip of hot tea, it feels so satisfying.

Jingle Bell.

The phone rang. This was a specially pulled out telephone line. A plainclothes detective picked up the phone and listened. Then he covered the phone and shouted in a low voice, "Brother Hao, this is the inspector's phone number."

Hao Zai took a sip of hot tea, put the cake into his stomach, burped comfortably, walked over and took the phone, and said respectfully, "Inspector."

“Have you caught Jiang Mule’s tail?” Cheng Qianfan asked in a deep voice.

The murder that occurred at the residence of ‘Dashuai Zhang’ on West Ehams Road has already identified the murderer:

 After careful investigation, Second Patrol Inspector Yuan Kaizhou identified the ruthless gangster Jiang Mulezi as the culprit in this case.

At present, the French Concession Patrol Office has issued a wanted order to search for the gangster Jiang Mulezi.

In view of the fact that Jiang Mulezi has repeatedly committed major crimes, Mr. Ferguson, the Inspector of Patrol Room, personally issued a reward——

Whether he is alive or dead, whoever captures Jiang Mule and brings him to justice will be promoted to one level and the whole team will be rewarded with a heavy reward of 5,000 francs. Anyone who personally captures the culprit will be rewarded with 2,000 francs.

"Not yet." Hao Zai shook his head and said, "My subordinates have been staring at the street, and all the subordinates have dispersed. There is no movement for the time being."

"At least you have a wooden stake to wait for the rabbit. You are like a headless fly. It's strange that you can catch people." Cheng Qianfan scolded, "You have to use your brain. It is said that Jiang Mule has **** with women. This old guy can't hold it in. Find a way to find his lover and keep a close eye on him."

"I understand." Hao Zai nodded hurriedly and said.

After hanging up the phone, Hao Zai looked at the two men around him and said, "The inspector said that Jiang Mule may have a romantic interest. Check the half-open door to see if there is anyone secretly connected with Jiang Mule."

"Brother Hao, do you want to check out the nightclub?" someone asked expectantly.

"Go check it out." Hao Zai nodded, "If someone beat him to death, don't call for help."

This Tanmu smiled.

“Is your brain squeezed by the buttocks of a big-assed dancer?” Haozi scolded, “Jiang Mulezi cannot see the light of day. Nine out of ten of his sweethearts are those who keep their doors ajar.”

　　glaring at his subordinates, Hao Zai cursed angrily, "You two are just laughing, you two are staring, I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes."

 …

 “Here’s a pack of Hardman.” Hao Zai came to a tobacconist’s shop and shouted to the store owner behind the iron fence.

 Great Shanghai is not peaceful, and robbery is common.

 Some shops where a lot of money goes in and out often install iron bars on the counters to prevent problems before they happen.

Especially small **** shops and tobacco shops that don’t seem to have much money, but money comes in and out very frequently. Most of the time, the cash cabinets are not locked, making it easy to rob. Therefore, such stores are basically equipped with iron bars. fence.

 The shopkeeper took the money, stepped close to the iron fence, and handed out the cigarettes.

“Send a signal immediately, Lou Lianxiang is ready to go out, follow her and see where this woman goes.”

 “Change four cents, keep it.” The shopkeeper nodded and handed over four one-cent nickels.

 “Be careful to stay hidden.” Hao Zai warned again.

 After Hao Zai left, the store owner asked for a phone call. After it rang three times, someone answered.

“My wife is going out to play mahjong. Please prepare the car.”

"clear."

About ten minutes later, a black Ford car parked under Lianxiang’s apartment on Father Jin Road.

The agents of the Intelligence Group 2 of the Special Situation Group, who had been monitoring Lou Lianxiang's residence, immediately cheered up.

 Lou Lianxiang and her maid Ajuan got into the car.

 The car in front did not notice that there was a small car not far behind them.

 …

  Cheng Qianfan, who had changed into casual clothes, came to the yard of the patrol house.

Li Hao had a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He was washing the car, and his eyes would glance out of the yard without trace.

"Ma Fei hasn't come back yet?" Cheng Qianfan held a cigarette in his mouth, walked to the car door, lit a match, and took a heavy drag.

“Not yet, I’ll arrange for the urinary tract to keep an eye on it.” Li Hao whispered, then glanced at the matchbox in Brother Fan’s hand, and raised his voice slightly, “Brother Fan, your lighter hasn’t been repaired yet?”

 Before being attacked, Cheng Qianfan was so shocked and angry that he threw away his gold lighter in anger. Later, the lighter was picked up by the patrolman and handed to Da Toulu, who was then sent for repair.

"There is no one that is so easy to repair. There are not many in Shanghai that are imported and customized from Germany." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, exhaled a puff of smoke, and pointed in the direction of the door. He seemed to be discussing someone or something, but his voice was different. He lowered his voice, "Is the little Taoist still at point six?"

 “Well, I have brought a team of people, ready to be called upon at any time.”

Cheng Qianfan frowned slightly. The day before yesterday, there was a routine check-in inspection in the central area of ​​the French Concession. For safety reasons, he arranged for Haozi to take people to the No. 6 safety point in the Mailan District to temporarily take shelter. This place is far away and may take a long time. Too late.

However, it is not yet clear where Ruan Zhiyuan went to pick up Lou Lianxiang for a tryst. It may be close to Mailan District, which is hard to say.

“Inform Taozi and ask him to lead a team of people.” Cheng Qianfan said, Taozi is the closest to here, so Taozi can be mobilized first.

As he spoke, he shouted in the direction of the medical room, "Old Huang, Old Huang, help me get some medicine for my throat and cough."

Lao Huang, who was basking in the sun, waved his hand to show that he had received it.

"Hao Tsai's people will follow Lou Lianxiang's car. It is most likely that Ruan Zhiyuan sent someone to pick her up." Cheng Qianfan held a cigarette in his mouth and tilted his head and said, "Hao Tsai's people are responsible for tracking and target confirmation. Taozi will take action, and if conditions permit, we will get rid of Ruan Zhiyuan at all costs!"

 “Understood.” Li Hao nodded.

 He understands what Brother Fan means. There is no contradiction between conditions permitting and doing whatever it takes.

 If conditions permit, it means that there is no ambush or Japanese guards, so you can take action.

 Once he takes action, he will move forward unswervingly and complete the task at all costs.

“Tell Tao Zi.” Cheng Qianfan took a long puff of cigarette, puffed out a stream of smoke, and said, “Be prepared for the aftermath.”

“Understood.” Li Hao glanced at Brother Fan. The smoke drifted away. Brother Fan’s face was stern and his eyes were deep, making people afraid to look at him.

Li Hao knew that Brother Fan was not a cold-blooded person.

“What about that thing just now?” Li Hao asked. He still remembered that Brother Fan said he wanted Taozi to meet him after get off work.

“Let’s talk about that matter tomorrow.” Cheng Qianfan flicked the ashes from his cigarette, “Today all the focus is on sanctioning Ruan Zhiyuan.”

"clear."

Cheng Qianfan threw the cigarette **** on the ground, stepped on it with his leather shoes, and walked straight towards the medical room.

 “Old Huang, where is my medicine? My throat feels uncomfortable and tight.”

 …

Shanghai has numerous sea and land terminals, transportation arteries everywhere, and teahouses can be seen everywhere.

Yilelou is naturally a bit inferior to Chunfengdeyilou, which Cheng Qianfan often goes to. This is just a mid-range teahouse in the central district.

The people drinking tea in Yilelou were a mixture of dragons and snakes, most of whom were members of the gang.

 Teahouse is a place to solve problems.

 Generally speaking, there are three types of teahouse affairs.

 The first type is the public adjudication of right and wrong. Two conflicting factions hire a highly respected intermediary, or there is no intermediary. In short, they negotiate over tea in a tea house, which is the so-called "eating and talking about tea".

At that time, two groups of people gathered, and naturally the more people, the better. The first was the Wen Lecture. If the Wen Lecture could not be completed, they made an appointment for the Wu Lecture.

 Unless there are special circumstances, negotiators are less likely to take action directly in the teahouse. Those who can open a teahouse are mostly helping, and do not look at the monk's face or the Buddha's face.

The second type is the place where people are kidnapped and abducted. Most of the girls and women who are abducted by men's sweet talk make appointments with their lovers in teahouses and use this as the starting point for elopement. Of course, there are also women who are directly sold by their men in teahouses. dropped.

The third type of people is where idlers spend their time. These people may not have a lot of money in their pockets, but they are more knowledgeable and well-informed than the others.

 Hence, the teahouse has always been the focus of patrol rooms, inspections and all parties’ attention.

 …

 Seeing Cheng Qianfan swaggering in, the buzz in the teahouse became lighter.

 Some people stood up voluntarily and said hello to Inspector Xiao Cheng with clasped fists.

 Some people who felt they were senior and had high status in the gang greeted Cheng Qianfan with a smile even though they did not stand up.

 “Sit, sit, sit!” Inspector Xiao Cheng nodded with a smile and pressed his hands down.

 Then he walked towards a middle-aged man and gave the Qinggang salute, "Uncle Luo Liu, long time no see. I wish you a fortune."

 “Brother Fan, get rich, get rich.” Uncle Luo Liu smiled heartily, “What are you doing?”

"It's a bit of official business." Cheng Qianfan pointed upstairs, "Uncle Luo Liu, today's entertainment is my nephew's."

"Then I won't be polite." Uncle Luo laughed, "You go about your business."

Cheng Qianfan went up to the second floor, walked out of the stairs, took a look, and walked towards a private room.

“Inspector.” Haozi, who was drinking tea, quickly put down the tea cup and stood up to salute.

“Didn’t I ask you to go out and inquire for information?” Cheng Qianfan frowned and scolded.

 “Let’s go, let’s go.” Hao Zai smiled and left quickly.

Here, the proprietor of his own teahouse quickly arranged for snacks and good tea to be delivered. He also asked Inspector Xiao Cheng diligently if he would like a young lady to sing.

 Inspector Xiao Cheng readily agreed.

 …

About an hour later, Cheng Qianfan grabbed the chin of the singing girl and tried to kiss her. The girl was so frightened that she shivered and did not dare to resist.

Inspector Xiao Cheng kissed his lips lightly, laughed, and put two bills into the poor girl's hand, "Go ahead, if someone bullies you, tell me your name."

 The poor girl's eyes and face were red, and she was so frightened that she hurried away.

Cheng Qianfan raised his wrist to look at the time and yawned.

“You idiot, you’re staring like this. Who knows where that rotten **** mule is.” Inspector Xiao Cheng waved his hand irritably, “Get out, get out.”

 The two men looked at the inspector, and they were a little reluctant to part with it. They drank tea and snacks at the teahouse at public expense, and listened to the people downstairs playing Dharma conch. Seeing that they were helping people eat and talk about tea, they didn't want to be too comfortable.

“Buy some good wine and food and go back to the arresting hall and eat and drink by yourself.” Cheng Qianfan took out a few French coins and handed them to his two men, “I owed you lazy guys my last life.”

 “Inspector Renyi.” Two of his men said happily.

 “Get out of here.” Cheng Qianfan cursed angrily.

After leading his two men downstairs, Inspector Cheng Xiao went over to chat with some elders for a while, and after accepting some compliments, he left with a smile.

"Go back to the arresting hall and stop running around." Cheng Qianfan called a rickshaw, "Mr. Jin has been grabbing Dian Mao recently. If you hit the muzzle of a gun, don't bother me."

“My subordinates will go back now.” The two of them had the banknotes given by the inspector in their pockets, and they said happily with joy in their hearts.

 …

 Hongkou District, the secret residence of the Super High School.

 Cheng Qianfan came here according to the agreed time.

Araki Harima personally came out to greet him in advance. This was the first treatment that Kentaro Miyazaki had enjoyed.

“Araki-kun, I’m late, I’m really sorry.” Kentaro Miyazaki quickly apologized.

"The time is just right." Araki Harima laughed and said, extending his invitation with his right hand, "Miyazaki-kun, please."

 “Araki-kun, please.”

 The two of them gave in, looked at each other, and laughed.

“Is Ruan Zhiyuan here?” Kentaro Miyazaki asked.

"Not yet." Araki Harima shook his head, "The time I informed him is to arrive in half an hour."

Seeing Miyazaki Kentaro's puzzled expression, Araki Harima explained, "I know Miyazaki-kun's hobbies, so I asked you to come half an hour early."

 “Oh?” Cheng Qianfan looked surprised.

Araki Harima stopped explaining and smiled pretending to be mysterious.

 …

 Cheng Qianfan followed Araki Harima and arrived at the torture room.

He noticed that this was not the torture room that was lent to the detective team of Dadao Municipal Police Station for extracurricular use.

 This is the torture room No. 3 used by the Special Higher Education Department for its own use.

 “Is it true?” Miyazaki Kentaro looked at Araki Harima and asked with a smile.

“Miyazaki-kun will see it when he goes in.” Araki Harima pointed inside and said.

 Cheng Qianfan laughed and said nothing more. In fact, he was observing secretly. This was his first time in torture room No. 3.

The two special agents of the Special High School Course naturally knew Araki Harima, but they still checked a warrant that Araki Harima took out, and then opened the heavy iron door of the torture room.

 After entering the iron gate, you still need to go through a staircase corridor before you actually enter the torture chamber.

 The corridor is not spacious.

The lights are dim.

 The torture chamber was airtight.

From time to time, there were bursts of blood-curdling screams.

Araki Harima glanced at Kentaro Miyazaki.

There was a trace of fear on Miyazaki Kentaro's face, but apart from fear, his eyes were more interested in all this, and there was also a hint of excitement.

Araki Harima smiled. It seemed that his invitation was correct. Miyazaki-kun should like it.

 …

 Cheng Qianfan entered the torture chamber and heard a scream.

He looked over following the sound and saw Yu Zheliu tied to a bench.

Yu Zheliu had been tortured so severely that he was no longer human.

Cheng Qianfan knew that Yu Zheliu had been arrested by Japanese special forces in Peiping and had been taken to Shanghai. Therefore, he had already judged in advance that this person might be Yu Zheliu.

 So, after looking a few more times, he recognized the college student who was captured in Longhua with him.

Yu Zheliu, who had screamed just now, had already passed out.

Like a torn and abused rag, it was spread out on a bench.

"Is this person?" Cheng Qianfan asked, "The Secret Service? The Party Investigation Department? The Red Party? Or other anti-Japanese elements?"

 “A die-hard member of the Red Party.” Araki Harima said with a sinister smile.

 Cheng Qianfan took out the cigarette case, lit a match, and lit the cigarette.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he stood there looking at Yu Zheliu, who was tortured and passed out.

 There was so much anger in his chest.

 The rage in his heart almost burned his body to ashes.

He took a deep breath, and then two puffs of smoke came out of his nose.

 In the smoke, he saw Araki Harima's eyes looking at him, and he also saw the blood dripping from Yu Zheliu's body.

"Red Party?" A cruel smile appeared on Miyazaki Kentaro's lips. He came to the water tank, scooped up a ladle of water, looked at Araki Harima, and asked, "Is it salt water?"

Araki Harima nodded.

Kentaro Miyazaki smiled with satisfaction, walked to the unconscious Yu Zheliu, looked down at him, and then poured a ladle of salt water on him.

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