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Chapter 20 Interrogation (1)
Chapter 20 Interrogation (1)
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The visitor was not someone else, but Bi Hanchen.
Du Chunqiu, don't know if it's because he has done too many evil things or he was born with no life. Although he is romantic, he has never been able to do anything, not to mention a male, even a daughter has not been born.
The incident of having no future became a thorn in his heart, and the pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and every time he thought about it, it was terribly uncomfortable.
The turning point of the matter was after he completely took over the Red Pavilion. He had just passed his 30s that year, and it was a good time for him to be in his prime and full of power. With the power in his hands, he had the mind to consider the successor.
And this time, I don't know if it was because of changing his surname, Yi Dai, ups and downs, and his mood changed. He began to stop being obsessed with "staying after", or thinking about it - "staying after" doesn't necessarily have to keep his own blood.
So from this year onwards, he began to search for talented young people up and down the Red Pavilion, and later expanded the target scope to all sectors of society. The standards do not need to be mentioned in detail. Piaoping".
"Fourth Young Master rarely shows up, sit down with us?"
Bi Hanchen didn't speak much. After entering the door, he nodded to the three of them: "Foster father, Commander Lu, Jiu Ye."
"Since Commander Lu said that, you can sit down."
After Du Chunqiu opened his mouth, he sat down to the north side under the moon table.
"I asked him to come over today, just to get him to let you two know what he found out these days, so as to clear the misunderstanding between us."
Lu Mincheng and Fu Jiusi didn't say a word. The former was smoking a cigarette as if his thoughts were on the spot between his lips and teeth, while the latter was concentrating on destroying a bowl of five-grain sea cucumber soup.
Bi Hanchen was not disturbed by the outside world, like an emotionless gramophone: "On the 27th of February, Chang Sheng appeared at the dock of the museum to meet someone. The other party was a scum named Li Sitong. Chang Sheng asked him about the source of the gun. Problems, because of their limited ability, they were unable to help.”
"After interrogation, Li Sitong confessed that he had worked in the Dafeng Spinning Factory before entering the museum, and met Chang Sheng at the factory's night school for workers."
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Lu Mincheng's expression finally changed a little.
"Workers' night school?" Fu Jiusi frowned.
Du Chunqiu looked at Fu Jiusi: "Ninth brother doesn't care about the real thing, I'm afraid he still doesn't know that this worker's night school is now poking Dean Wang's lung tube. At the beginning of the year, Shanghai had collected seven or eight factories, and even the workers took the teacher to the class. They're all in jail."
"You mean..." Fu Jiusi's heart trembled when he realized what he meant.
Lu Mincheng was much calmer: "Fourth Master Du means that as a gun of President Wang, I, Lu, unfortunately became a thorn in the north's side?"
Du Chunqiu lowered his voice: "Presumably Commander Lu also knows that the pro-British-American faction and the pro-Japanese faction are at odds now. In order to free up their hands to seize power, they both regard the north as a bridgehead - whoever captures earlier will have the upper hand."
This analysis is not wrong. If nothing else, Chang Sheng's high-minded remarks when he was tortured really meant something from that group of people.
Fu Jiusi suddenly thought of something and asked in confusion, "What about An Fumin? He was the first to die. Could it have something to do with the north?"
Bi Hanchen turned around with a pair of icy dead fish eyes: "The group of people were beaten up and ran around in China. Among them, An Fumin made a lot of mistakes in the parliament."
This person's smoothness is not reflected in the flattery, but he doesn't need his father to teach him what to say, otherwise he would not have reached the position he is now.
Both Lu and Fu didn't like the surname An very much. Listening to his explanation, they never questioned them face to face.
At first glance, the context of this whole incident is clear, but when we go deeper into the intertwined forces of all parties, it seems that any thread can pull out a picture, but the truth is more and more confusing in this picture.
After the meal, Lu Mincheng and Fu Jiusi went back on the same road, and the two took the opportunity to talk in the car.
Lu Mincheng said, "I've been busy these days. I'm afraid I can't take care of you. Don't be annoyed."
Fu Jiusi was happy in her heart, but her face was steady and unremarkable: "Don't say you are busy, I have a lot of things recently. I run to the pier all day, and I really don't care about you."
Lu Mincheng smiled: "Du Chunqiu said that you want to take over your brother's business, I sounded like a joke, can you handle it?"
Fu Jiusi raised his eyebrows: "I don't care what it comes from, you don't need to worry about it - now I'm studying with the general manager of a shipping company, and people say that I know how to 'research the essence, think about it, and extend it by analogy'."
Lu Mincheng couldn't help laughing when he saw his miraculous appearance, but he was also happy for him in his heart.
The two stopped at the entrance of Fu's house, and they talked for a while before they were willing to part.
After returning, Lu Mincheng stepped up the arraignment of He Yu'an overnight, and even went to the prison where he was being held.
"I had known that Boss He was soft, but it seemed that he was softer than a whip." He sat down at the interrogation table and looked at the person hanging in the center of the room in front of him.
He Yuan lowered his head, his sweat-soaked hair stuck to his face, and blood was bitten from the corners of his mouth, which corresponded to the dark red scars on his body, showing a kind of abusive beauty instead.
"I'm here today because I have something I want to ask Boss He clearly. I also hope that Boss He will cooperate more for the sake of friendship between you and me. Don't make yourself suffer any more, and don't let me run away in vain."
He Yu'an seemed to be disturbed by his voice. He didn't open his eyes, only frowning his eyebrows, his voice weak: "...I said what I should say, what more do you want to ask?"
"Boss He said that he started working for the Japanese three years ago, and it was at that time that your 'compatriot' Qin Jiang came to you again after many years of silence."
"After you met him, you were recommended by him to become a member of the 'Mei' organization of the four major intelligence agencies of the Japanese military in charge of central China.
"The above," Commander Lu paused, "it's all the stuff of your own generation. I'm here today, I just want to verify one thing - did you write about the March 04 shooting case?"
He Yuan raised his head slightly: "...I have a one-line connection with Qin Jiang. I don't know the arrangements of other plans in the organization."
"Have you ever met a gun dealer named 'Old Shan'?"
He shook his head, groaning from the pain of the wound.
Lu Mincheng looked at him as if he was looking at a dead landscape: "I'm curious, how did Boss He decide to betray his country in such a short period of time?"
He Yu'an was still frowning, as if he didn't want to answer, but the reality didn't meet his wishes.
After waiting for a long time, he said, "I'm half Japanese, my father died, and I do things for my mother, isn't it puzzling?"
"Treason, it's really hard to understand." Lu Mincheng restrained his smile.
"You wore Chinese Xia Pi water sleeves, sang China's love and hatred, played China's family and country, turned your head and captured Mu Guiying's flag, dropped Liang Hongyu's gun, and stepped both Wang Baochuan and Du Liniang into the mud. .Poems and dramas are filled with your pickled ink, and even a square inch of stage can't hold your festering heart."
Every word is a blade, piercing the heart.
He Yu'an frowned, holding the air weakly with both hands, trying to cover his ears, trying to isolate the harm this person brought him, but to no avail.
What he sang turned out to be revenge for kindness and revenge, but what he played was full of evil and beastly heart. Qin Xianglian's slender fingers poked into her chest: "It seems that you are unfaithful and unfilial, inhumane and injustice, and you are now wearing human skin in vain!"
He opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes burst into burning pain: "Are you righteous?"
"Do you know what it's like to eat mud cakes all spring without having enough to eat? Do you know what it's like in an opera troupe who hangs their voices day and night to train their muscles and bones, and eats a board if they're not careful? You know how to walk from the stage to the stage? Come on, how many times have I sold my body and climbed over how many beds have I walked from the stage to the front?"
The shackles rattled, as if being pulled back and forth by a resentful heart.
Commander Lu was slightly moved, but remained silent: "...I would like to hear the details."
He Yu'an closed his eyes and reopened them, as if he had pulled out the piece of memory he didn't want to recall the most.
At that time, he was not yet an actor, so he didn't enter the low-ranking industry, so he used the name "He Lianyun" given by his father for him.
"When there was a famine in North China, I was six years old. Before my father left, he took me to escape the famine alone. For thirty-three days, we didn't eat a single grain of food. When people fleeing from the desert see me, their eyes are not looking at people, but at a pile of meat that can satisfy one's stomach."
Yizi Ershi was a hell on earth that Lu Mincheng had seen with his own eyes, and he believed that He Yuan did not lie.
Xiao Yun'er took the man's hand, but her eyes were glued to the boy who was eating a sandwich on the scooter - of course, he didn't know the thing in the other's hand was called "sandwich".
He is so beautiful!
She has neatly combed and neatly split ends, her face is white and clean, her small suit is straight, and her elbows are not even wrinkled.
He was holding a paper-wrapped thing in his hand, which looked like a bun, but there was no such large slices of meat and green vegetables in the bun.
Xiao Yun'er swallowed a mouthful of saliva, turned her head and shook the man's hand: "Dad, I'm hungry."
The man was hungry too, and his skin was sticking to his bones—the man was too tall and even more terrifying, a walking skeleton.
Let's go further, go further... But where are we going?
Kyushu and the four seas, this land is full of refugees like them. They will never understand where the fish, meat, vegetables and fruits on the table of those people come from, just like they will never understand why they came to this world to suffer from this. Painful.
"mother!"
A woman fell, and the little girl beside her was startled first, and then burst into heart-piercing tears.
The girl is too young, the voice in her throat is too harsh, if others cry silently, then she is taking her life to earn this cry.
This sound not only attracted their father and son, but others also stopped to look back.
Along the way, saw this situation a lot more, and even the gentlest person gradually became numb. They looked at her without pity and sympathy, just like no one looked at them with pity and pity.
At this moment, a few men in ragged clothes approached tentatively-they were also about to reach their limit, only one breath more than women.
The girl was still crying, and Xiao Yuner followed the man forward, gradually forgetting the voice.
"mother……"
This muttered to himself, don't know if it was infected by the little girl, or if suddenly missed.
"Father, where is mother?"
The man remained silent.
He was always like this, never detailing everything about the mother.
But Xiao Yun'er was very smart. He found that the man had a treasured wooden hairpin, half of it was broken, and a lily painted with white glue was stuck on the top.
It must be a motherfucker thing.
The token that my mother left to my father, my father has been secretly hiding it all these years, and he refused to tell him in detail, it must be because my mother is gone.
However, at the same time, there is always a subtle voice in my heart: No, my mother must still be alive.
If the man didn't mention it, he also learned not to ask. If they were all dying now, he wouldn't mention that person.
"Father knows that going on like this is probably a death, but no one dares to stop, and neither does he."
He Yuan gave a miserable smile: "I'm the only one who is used to seeing life and death, but I haven't figured out why my father will not leave me. Facts have proved that I was wrong."
"That was the fourth month we were on the road, and the thirty-third day of completely losing our food source."