Chapter 776 You are not the Central Committee

   "According to intelligence, the Red Party in Shanghai may be preparing to send a group of people to Maoshan." Araki Harima said in a deep voice.

  Cheng Qianfan was startled, the enemy suddenly strengthened the investigation of the exit channel, which made him worried that the troop movement work might be detected by the enemy, and sure enough, his worry and suspicion were confirmed here at Araki Harima.

  A doubt arises in Cheng Qianfan's heart——

  Where is the enemy's intelligence source?

  He immediately captured an important message in Araki Harima's words: possible.

   Possibly, this is an ambiguous term.

   "Red Party?" Cheng Qianfan sneered, then frowned slightly, "Maoshan?"

  Looking at Araki Harima, Cheng Qianfan asked directly, "Is the Red Party going to send talents to the New Fourth Army?"

   "According to the intelligence agent's analysis, it should be like this." Araki Harima nodded.

   Facing his friend Miyazaki Kentaro, Araki Harima is probably relatively relaxed.

  Araki Harima's inadvertent sentence made Cheng Qianfan capture the second key information.

   is 'according to the analysis of intelligence personnel', not 'according to intelligence analysis'!

  The former indicated that this conclusion was drawn by the intelligence officer’s analysis, indicating that the intelligence officer did not have the most accurate information, and it should be said that this person gave a judgment and conclusion based on the information he had.

  The latter means that a certain key information has been mastered, and this conclusion is drawn from the careful analysis of the special high school.

  It seems that the results are similar, but the subtleties contained in them are quite different.

   "What do I need to do?" Cheng Qianfan didn't ask Araki Harima anything about intelligence, he asked directly.

   "Our people went out to inquire about the news, but there has been no progress in a few days." Araki Harima and Miyazaki Kentaro clinked glasses and said, "I need your help."

   "No problem." Cheng Qianfan nodded, "I will arrange my subordinates to secretly investigate information and pay attention to abnormal movements."

   As he spoke, he thought for a while, and then asked, "Do you know the size of the other party's personnel who are planning to leave Shanghai?"

   "It should be dozens of people, and the scale is not small." Araki Harima said.

   is 'should' again.

  Cheng Qianfan already had a preliminary reasoning in his mind about this intelligence agent who provided such important information to the super high class:

   First of all, this person is lurking inside our side.

  Secondly, the person has access to a certain level of news and intelligence.

   Again, this person is not a person in a key position. The information he has is very complicated, and he needs to distinguish, extract, and summarize it carefully.

  For example, the intelligence about our troop movement work this time is likely to be confirmed by this person through some news, and finally the judgment and conclusion are drawn through analysis.

Then, the special high school attaches great importance to this intelligence officer, or trusts him quite a bit, because generally speaking, intelligence personnel only need to provide accurate information, and intelligence personnel generally do not need to report their own analysis and judgment, or in other words, Only ace agents have the right to analyze and judge based on the information at hand, and only ace agents' analysis conclusions will be taken seriously, just like the "flame" is to our party, and the "blue bird" is to the military.

   "I will arrange my subordinates to pay attention to the abnormality." Cheng Qianfan nodded, and then he fell into deep thought.

   "What's wrong?" Araki Harima asked.

"The head of the section should order Zhang Xiaolin to ask Zhang Xiaolin's people to inquire about the news." Cheng Qianfan snorted and said, "Although I hate this old guy very much, I have to admit that Zhang Xiaolin has a great influence in Shanghai Bund, and his disciples There are so many people, he is a good choice to find people and inquire about news.”

   "The section chief has personally called Zhang Xiaolin, ordering him and the New Asia Peace Promotion Association to act secretly to inquire about the relevant movements of the Red Party." Araki Harima said.

  Cheng Qianfan nodded, but didn't say anything more.

   At this moment, the phone on the table rang suddenly.

  Araki Harima picked up the phone.

  Cheng Qianfan tasted the 'Imperial' sake slowly, but in fact he was inadvertently observing Araki Harima's expression.

  Araki Harima was surprised at first, then excited.

   "Great, I'll be right back." Saying that, Araki Harima hung up the phone.

   "It seems that there is good news, Mr. Araki." Cheng Qianfan asked with a smile.

   "It's really good news." Harima Araki nodded, "Zhang Xiaolin's people caught a suspicious person."

   "Suspicious person?" Cheng Qianfan was surprised.

   "This person may be one of the members of the Red Party to be transported to Maoshan." Araki Harima said, "Of course, an interrogation is needed to find out the authenticity."

   As he spoke, he showed a disdainful expression, "Zhang Xiaolin's subordinates, those people's behavior... for rewards, you know."

  Cheng Qianfan nodded solemnly, and at the same time sneered, "There is an old saying in China, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked."

   As he spoke, he got up and took the initiative to bid farewell to Araki Harima, "Araki-kun, I will fully cooperate with what you explained. I will go back to the patrol room first, and I will not disturb you to deal with important matters."

  Araki Harima glanced at his friend, showing a thoughtful look, and then said, "Miyazaki-kun, come back to the special high school with me."

  Cheng Qianfan was puzzled.

   "You participate in the interrogation with me." Araki Harima said, "If something is found out in the interrogation, it is also convenient to inform you to cooperate with us."

  He looked at Cheng Qianfan, "According to what we know about the Red Party and Chongqing, they usually hide in the concession."

  Cheng Qianfan understood what Araki Harima meant, and nodded, "Okay, I'll go back to the special high school with you."

  …

Hongkou District.

  The resident of the special high school.

  Although the Chinese people in the nearby streets didn’t know what was going on in this yard, there were Japanese soldiers standing guard, and Japanese military cards would rush out from time to time, and some people would be arrested.

   Even, in the impression of the common people, they only saw that someone was caught in this yard, but no one was released.

  Therefore, in the hearts of ordinary people, this yard here is like a ferocious and huge beast, with its mouth wide open, ready to devour the lives of Chinese people at any time.

  Cheng Qianfan ordered Li Hao, Hou Pingliang and others to leave, and he took Araki Harima's car directly to the special high school.

  The Japanese sentry pulled up the gate, and a line of two cars rushed into the yard, and one braked suddenly.

  Araki Harima and Cheng Qianfan got off from the two sides respectively.

   "Should I go to see the section chief first?" Cheng Qianfan hesitated when he saw that Araki Harima was going directly to the torture room of the special advanced course.

   "Okay." Although Araki Harima was eager to interrogate the prisoner, he still nodded after thinking about it.

  Jiro Sanben stood on the window sill, and all the scenes in the yard were under his gaze:

   Araki Harima got off the car and hurried towards the direction of the torture room; Miyazaki Kentaro called to stop Araki Harima.

   Then, the two went up the stairs together.

   Sanben Jiro couldn't help nodding his head slightly.

   It is said that the details can be seen in the real chapter. From this detail, it can be seen that Miyazaki Kentaro respects himself from the bottom of his heart, and it is by no means superficial.

  Cheng Qianfan and Araki Harima knocked on the door and entered the section chief's office, and saw Sanben Jiro sitting on the swivel chair expressionlessly, looking at the two of them with dark eyes.

  Both of them were a little embarrassed. They didn't know where the work was not done well, and they actually made the section chief angry again.

   "Zhang Xiaolin's people have captured a prisoner, you go to interrogate now." Sanben Jiro said coldly.

   "Hay!"

   "Hay!"

  The two saluted respectfully. After leaving the section chief's office, Cheng Qianfan glanced at Araki Harima, "Araki-kun, are you making the section chief angry?"

  Araki Harima glared at his friend, and gave him a look to let Miyazaki experience it for himself.

   Without stopping, he quickly went downstairs and walked towards the torture room.

  Cheng Qianfan smiled slightly, and followed Araki Harima's footsteps.

  In the office of the section chief, Jiro Sanben raised a smug smile at the corner of his mouth:

  The method Wu Shanyue said is indeed effective.

   These two people must be suspicious now, and they don't know where they didn't do a good job and angered him.

   After such a beating, it should be able to ensure the work efficiency and seriousness of these two guys in a short period of time.

  He shook his head and sneered, the Chinese people are weak and pitiful, and this so-called way of controlling their subordinates has come to fruition.

  …

  Cheng Qianfan had just approached the torture room when he heard a miserable howl, rushing out frantically through the crack of the door, rushing into his ears and piercing his nerves.

   "Are you going to say it? Say it!"

   "What did you go to Bai Saizhong Road for?"

   "Your identity!"

   "Who is your upline? Say!"

  The whip whizzed in the air and hit the human body, making a dull sound, mixed with miserable screams floating in the air, which was creepy.

   Pass through the iron gate and enter the torture room.

  Cheng Qianfan immediately felt a pungent smell, the smell of blood, burnt smell, smell of urine and urine, tobacco smell, and countless other smells mixed together, impacting people's sense of smell.

  Two people were tortured in the torture room at the same time.

   "Which one?" Araki Harima asked.

  A torture agent pointed to the young man who was tied to a wooden frame and whipped by Wuhuada.

   "What's the matter with that person?" Araki Harima asked, pointing to a middle-aged man who had passed out.

   "Zhang Xiaolin's people sent it." The agent said.

  Araki Harima immediately understood that this was the fat sheep targeted by Zhang Xiaolin. He arranged for his subordinates to kidnap him secretly, and then sent him to a special high school through his relationship, and handed it over to here for interrogation:

  The special high class will brand this person as a Japanese hater.

   Can people who have entered the special high school get out alive?

  Zhang Xiaolin would pat his chest and say—his boss Zhang stepped forward, and the Japanese would have to show face.

  Then, the family members lost all their wealth and lost relatives who were nearly beaten and disabled, so they had to accept the favor of Boss Zhang.

  Araki Harima waved his hand, signaling to move this person aside first.

  Cheng Qianfan glanced at the fainted middle-aged man with his hands behind his back.

   "Miyazaki-kun, do you want to have fun?" Araki Harima asked Miyazaki Kentaro.

   "Forget it, I'm a little tired today." Cheng Qianfan said, "I'll just listen to the screams."

   Then he smiled, pulled the swivel chair over, and sat on it.

  Araki Harima laughed out loud.

  He stretched out his hand, took the red-hot soldering iron handed over by his hand, and pressed it directly against his belly.

  …

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

   There was a miserable cry, and then it stopped abruptly.

  The victim passed out from the pain.

   "Mr. Araki, you are still in the old habit. You don't ask first if you want to move, but you just hit hard." Cheng Qianfan laughed and said.

   "Without excessive punishment, their confessions are not credible." Araki Harima said with a smile.

   Following his wink, an agent scooped up a ladle of salt water and poured it directly on the victim.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

  The unconscious victim woke up in pain.

   There was another miserable howl.

  Cheng Qianfan sat on the swivel chair, leaned forward, lit a cigarette, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

  His expression was focused, even a little obsessed, as if this tragic scream was like a beautiful piece of music to his ears.

  There was a smile on the corners of his mouth, between his brows and eyes, as if he was enjoying everything.

  …

  Araki Harima picked up the whip again, whipped it hard a few times, and then nodded in satisfaction.

   Under such circumstances, there will basically be no problem with the confession.

  He grabbed the victim's hair, exhaled foul breath, and asked viciously, "Name!"

   "Shi Lei."

  Hearing this, Araki Harima showed a smug smile, and winked at Miyazaki Kentaro at the side.

  Miyazaki Kentaro laughed out loud.

   "Where are you from?" Araki Harima continued to ask.

   "Nanshi Popo Lane."

   "What are you going to do on Bai Sai Zhong Road?"

  Shi Lei fell silent.

  Araki Harima tilted his head, and an agent came over with a large vise, and directly clamped Shi Lei's left middle finger.

   "I said, I said." Shi Lei struggled desperately, and shouted, "I am a member of the intelligence department of the Central Command Shanghai Station. I went to Baisaizhong Road to see my chief."

  Cheng Qianfan's **** got off the swivel chair, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

  Araki Harima was also quite surprised.

   This Chinese is not a member of the Red Party, but a member of the Central Committee of Chongqing.

  Of course, apart from being surprised, the two of them also have another common surprise.

   "Mr. Araki, didn't you say that people in the Central Committee are soft-boned, and open their mouths after being whipped twice?" Cheng Qianfan looked at Shi Lei who was screaming in pain with malicious intent.

  Araki Harima also showed a thoughtful look, then turned his head and looked at Shi Lei thoughtfully.

   "You are not in the Central Command." Araki Harima said with a gloomy expression, "You should be in the Military Command."

   "I belong to the Central Committee." Shi Lei said weakly.

   "Hit him." Araki Harima waved his hand, "Not honest."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

   After a burst of whipping, Shi Lei let out another miserable howl.

   "It doesn't seem like you're lying." Cheng Qianfan stepped forward, smiling, watching the Zhongtong officers being tortured with great interest, and turned to Araki Harima beside him.

   "Are you really in the middle school?" Araki Harima asked.

"I'm from the Central Command, I've said it all, I said I'm from the Intelligence Division of the Central Central Command Shanghai Station, I told you, you don't believe me." Shi Lei burst into tears, he felt pain all over his body, his bones ached, especially It was the belly that had been tortured by the branding iron, and he wished he could thrust his fist into it to dig out the excruciatingly painful internal organs.

   "There are good men in the Central Committee!" Shi Lei roared, both aggrieved and angry.

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