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Chapter 593 Talking to Smart People
Kuang Fu'an smiled lightly when he heard the words, and said lightly: "It seems that Mr. Ikuta is not willing to give up until he reaches the Yellow River, it doesn't matter, after you have tasted the interrogation methods of our patrol room, we will talk again.

Others say that the Japanese intelligence agency's torture is very powerful. I am not convinced. After the end, you can make an evaluation based on your personal experience, so as to help us improve our working methods. "

"Bridge bean sack."

Ikuta Takashi immediately became anxious when he heard the word means, and begged: "My old man went out to make a phone call before you arrested me, and when he saw that I was arrested, he would definitely hide and avoid follow-up investigations.

Please go to the patrol room and ask. I really saw that someone from your side had a conversation with Laodou. This person is a white man, about 40 or [-] years old, with a high status and many white bodyguards.

As long as you can find Lao Dou 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 Fu'an is not interested in Ikuta Takashi's bribe, what he is interested in is the mysterious intelligence broker named Laodou, who even secretly traded the address of the underground party with the patrol room.

Isn't this nonsense.

It was the traitor who performed the mission that day, and they all died at the scene. The only ones who survived were him and another member of the red team. If the old man was so powerful, he would have been exposed long ago.

The most important thing is that including John Kaiwei, the people in the patrol room communicated with him very naturally with their words and eyes. They never doubted themselves. This is the confidence of an underground worker.

But judging from the confidentiality of the documents found in the house, Laodou seems to be very powerful. Can a crook get information from the British high-level and the navy? This is a bit contradictory.

If this person really existed and was not fabricated by Takashi Ikuta out of thin air, and the other party did meet with the people in the patrol room and tried to trade some information, then there are only two possibilities for this situation.

One is that Takashi Ikuta did not lie, the documents belonged to his father, and the so-called address of the underground party was only a deception by his father. There are no honest people who work as intelligence brokers, and deceiving people is a common method.

But there is a question, would someone really offend the Japanese Super High Section Chief and the police station for a little money, and this person himself has a lot of high-secret information, is this reasonable?

Instead of taking the risk to cheat money, why not sell real information? In this world, there are people who do decapitation business, but no one does money-losing business. From a logical point of view, defrauding police officers is a money-losing business.

The second is that Takashi Ikuta is lying. Those secret documents do not belong to Laodou at all, or do not belong to Laodou completely.

Judging from the fact that the documents are in English, they are likely to be preparing an intelligence transaction, and the party purchasing the intelligence is an English-speaking country, and English is used for the convenience of the buyer's inspection.

The evidence is that Takashi Ikuta is Japanese, and Laodou is Chinese according to the description. The official language of the two countries is not English. Why do you have to change the documents into English? It would be too troublesome.

Maybe Laodou used the address of the underground party as an excuse to make a last profit, and used the head of the Japanese super high school section to make an appointment with the person in the police station. The result may or may not have been successful.

Combined with the fact 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 is Ikuta Takaki's. Why should he take it seriously? This is in line with human nature.

As for the person who traded with Laodou, a white man, aged 40, with a high status, a white bodyguard, a figure of a person flashed in his mind, yes, that person formed the intelligence alliance.

Kuang Fuan thought about it for a few minutes, went out to the prison phone, connected to John Kaiziwei's office, explained what Takashi Ikuta had confessed and his own speculation, and finally concluded.

"Sir, I think the most urgent thing to do is to confirm the existence of Laodou, which can be easily figured out by asking the neighbors around, and then find a way to find the person who traded with Laodou.

After verifying these two points, the next job is to find the connection between Takashi Ikuta and those documents without fingerprints. This may require studying the content of the documents, please approve. "

老豆
John Kaiwei on the phone frowned. He didn't expect that this matter had something to do with the intelligence dealer wearing a hat and scarf, and he immediately realized a more serious problem.

The meeting between Laodou and himself and Hase Ryosuke is a secret. If the news gets out, will London and the military intelligence department think that the person who leaked the secret is him, a child from the Kaiziwei family.

He swallowed, thinking that this matter was very possible. He had been to the Shanghai base of the Far East Fleet more than once, and the king's physical condition was also the focus of close attention of all British nobles.

It's over, what a scapegoat.

John Kaiwei wiped off his cold sweat, and replied in an official tone: "We can't be dominated by spy suspects, and the speed of solving the case must be fast. In Chinese, soldiers are precious, and you should study the documents first.

Once it is confirmed that the document is related to Takashi Ikuta, other things are not important. The empire needs the wealth in Shanghai, and the police station needs to protect the people who create wealth, and Lao Dou is one of them.

In short, intelligence brokers are a factual profession, so there are reasons and reasons for their existence. You don't care about these, and put all your energy into the investigation of Takashi Ikuta. "

In the end, John Kaiziwei's tone became more and more severe, even a little warning in it, and he almost said directly that he was protecting Laodou, and he believed that Kuang Fu'an could understand.

"Yes, I know how to do it."

Does Kuang Fu'an understand? Of course he does. There is still something he doesn't understand when he says this. It shows that the bottom of the other party's butt is not clean, and he is afraid that he will be involved in this matter, so the matter will be easier to handle.

So he made a suggestion in a low voice: "The job feels that Takashi Ikuta is delaying 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."

Satisfied, John Kaiwei hangs up the phone after saying a few more words, heaving a sigh of relief in his heart, and can't help but sigh that it is easy to talk to smart people, and this Kuang deserves to be vigorously promoted.

In the future, some confidential matters that are inconvenient to come forward can be handed over to the other party to handle, and a detective can also be used to influence grassroots patrols and arrests.

In the prison, Kuang Fuan didn't know that he was about to become a confidant, so he found a few fat and strong guards and walked into the cell again. This time he was no longer smiling, and said as soon as he entered.

"Use all your most powerful moves, and treat Mr. Ikuta well. By the way, it's best not to leave obvious scars. You are also a diplomat, so you have to show him some face."

"Yes, Inspector Kwong."

The guards replied respectfully, and then moved the tiger bench. This method has no scars except for the marks of the binding. It is really a rare and sharp method for extorting confessions by torture.

In addition, unlike the intelligence agency, 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 reel of telephone wires from the outside, quickly connected the forked end to the unspeakable place of Takashi Ikuta, and then connected the other end to the phone.

The old-fashioned 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, so as to achieve the purpose of interrogation.

The most wonderful thing is that because the voltage of the phone is not high, after three or two days, not to mention the scars cannot be seen with the naked eye, even if the doctor checks, it is difficult to find the traces of torture caused by it.

Kuang Fuan watched with cold eyes. Lurking in this kind of place and wanting to be a good person is not enough. First, it is easy to arouse suspicion. Second, you can’t mingle with others.

He happened to be the inspector, so this time he would make a fuss about this Japanese spy, so that some people in the patrol room could see how powerful he was, so as not to cause trouble and waste his time.

"Let's go together, three bricks. This guy is an intelligence officer. He is different from those thugs who carry bags and break through empty doors. He can't help him with ordinary methods. Don't be afraid, I will take care of things if there is a problem."

Kuang Fu'an instructed in a cold voice, then pulled over a chair, sat on it and kicked Erlang's legs gracefully, and lighted a cigarette for himself, ready to admire Takashi Ikuta's ugly appearance.

"Baga, let me go."

Over there, Ikuta Takashi was pushed onto the tiger stool before he could react, how could he calm down, and immediately yelled like a pig, causing the people in the cell to yell and curse.

But soon, these people shrank into the corner like quails. The reason was that after the torture started, the howling sound was raised several degrees again, and now the fool knew what happened.

"I'm a diplomat, you can't."

"what"

The moment the hand-cranked telephone was switched on, Takashi Ikuta's heart seemed to jump out of his throat, and a smell of burnt flesh rose from an unspeakable place.

Hearing his screams, the policeman who was shaking the phone crank grinned, his eyes were full of tyranny, and the speed of turning the crank was a little faster, and the whining sound became faster and faster.

While enduring the unbearable burning sensation in his lower body, Ikuta Takaki was enduring the great pain in his knees and legs. He yelled at the ceiling, and a stream of heat gushed out.

"md, cartilage."

The executioner made a fuss. It was the first time they had seen a torture subject who lost control of his body so quickly and urinated so much. The entire single cell was filled with a strong stench.

"Rinse with water and continue."

Kuang Fuan spit out a few words without blinking his eyes. Compared with those anti-Japanese soldiers who fell into the hands of the Japanese in Northeast China, the pain Takashi Ikuta felt was nothing at all.

(End of this chapter)