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Chapter 595 Too Expensive!
Kuang Fuan returned to the chief patrol room with his subordinates in a hurry, and went to the single cell again before he had time to rest, went in and grabbed Ikuta Takashi by the collar, stared at him fiercely and said.

"You bastard, you still dare to talk nonsense when you get here. As for your gold, we have already gone to your residence, and we haven't even seen a dime. Do you think Kuang is easy to talk about?
Let me tell you, if you don't make this matter clear, don't blame me for being cruel. Come here, fill Mr. Ikuta with some chili water, and help him breathe, so that he can feel comfortable and comfortable. "

The so-called capsicum water is not for the prisoner to drink, but to block the mouth and pour the peppery water from the nostrils into the lungs, so as to strongly stimulate the mucous membrane of the respiratory tract and cause great pain.

This kind of punishment is creepy just to hear it, but Takashi Ikuta acted as if he didn't hear it. He looked at Kuang Fu'an with dull eyes, and asked an irrelevant question with a trembling voice.

"Not a dime?"

"Hehe, what do you say?"

Kuang Fu'an was getting very angry. After working on patrol for so long, he had never seen such a fool. With so much gold and no long legs, he couldn't run away by himself. There must be something wrong.

He let go of his hand and pushed Takashi Ikuta, and said in a cold voice: "You know the answer to this question best, okay, it seems that you are not afraid of torture, then I will see how big your bones are."

"My money!!!!"

Without saying a word, Kuang Fuan was startled by a scream, and then saw Takashi Ikuta with red eyes, struggling desperately trying to break free from his uniform, and crazily hitting the wooden backrest behind him with the back of his head.

At the same time as the impact, he was still yelling vaguely. Because it was Japanese, Kuang Fuan couldn't understand it, but seeing the picture of the dead parents, he must have suffered a major blow.

"Let me die, my money!"

Ikuta Takashi really didn't want to live anymore. The private money he had accumulated for so many years just disappeared. What's the point of going out alive?

Gold bars worth [-] oceans and banknotes worth thousands of oceans are all obtained by him from embezzling funds, taking bribes, and filling his own pockets. Every yen is hard-earned money and hard-earned money.

After wailing for a while, Takashi Ikuta suddenly came to his senses, and quickly switched to Chinese and shouted: "Mr. Kuang, I want to call the police, someone stole my gold bars and money, please catch the thief.

I put them all in a dark compartment under the bed and packed them in a wooden box. The neighbors must have seen the thief, please ask, please, it’s all my belongings. "

Someone really got there first?

Seeing Takashi Ikuta's reaction, Kuang Fu'an hesitated a little. The other party didn't seem to be acting, but he and others had confirmed that there were no traces of door picking or abnormality at the scene.

Let’s not say whether there are any thieves who can fool so many old patrols. Even if there are, with such skills, why would they steal an ordinary diplomat and go to the comprador and Daban’s house?

Could it be the intelligence personnel who did it?

This is quite possible. All intelligence agency operators must learn the technology to open locks. Compared with ordinary thieves who only focus on money, these people pay more attention to the protection of the scene environment.

Kuang Fuan speculated for a moment, and several suspects flashed in his mind, the Japanese, the Secret Service Headquarters, and the Secret Service, these three were the ones who knew that Ikuta was arrested, and perhaps the Special Department of the Police Department.

Although John Kaiwei handed over this matter to the patrol room, there are many truths and falsehoods in intelligence operations, and the other party's arrangement is likely to be in secret, trying to confuse himself.

He asked the guards to rest, and poured Takashi Ikuta a glass of water by the way, letting this guy slowly prepare to use known clues to screen out the suspected targets one by one and find out who was behind the scenes.

After thinking about it, Kuang Fuan blinked his eyes, and looked down at Ikuta Takashi who was looking down at the concubine: "Do you have any documents from the consulate in your residence, what are the contents of the documents, and where are they placed?"

"document?"

Takashi Ikuta recalled it for a while, and nodded in frustration: "Of course, my work requires a lot of information and documents for reference. If I can't finish it, I will take it home and deal with it.

But those are just daily official documents, because confidential documents are not allowed to be stored outside the secret room overnight, and the consulate has special staff to take care of recycling, so I put them in the drawer of the study. "

Your study drawer?

Cleaner than being licked by a dog.

Kuang Fu'an didn't tell the results of their search, but tapped the tiger bench with his fingers. If Ikuta Takashi was lying, there was nothing to say. He did this to delay the rescue.

In addition, the other party must have another secret residence to store property and information. Before this residence cannot be found, it is difficult for Ikuta Takashi to make breakthroughs in the case involving intelligence trading.

If he didn't lie, someone took these things. The Japanese can be excluded first. If the other party knew that the consulate officials had been arrested, they should have come to negotiate with them long ago.

For an intelligence agency, money is a small issue, and confidentiality is the most important thing, because this matter is related to the official status of many people, and this is the same in any country.

There is no reason for the Japanese to go and take away the gold bars, banknotes, and documents, but not rescue Takaki Ikuta, who holds the secrets. This is illogical.

As for the remaining Secret Service Headquarters, the Secret Service, and the Special Department of the Police Department, if they steal documents and then take away the property, it sounds reasonable, but there is a problem that cannot be explained.

That is, since this has been done, why bother to restore the scene, you must know that if you stay at Takashi Ikuta's house for a second longer, the risk of exposure will be greater, and professional intelligence personnel will make such a mistake?
impossible.

So there is only one answer.

Takaki Ikuta was lying.

This guy buys and sells information from the consulate. Naturally, it is impossible to organize and translate it at a public address. He must need a safe place.

Kuang Fu'an straightened out the "truth" of the case from a logical level, and then stroked his beautiful mustache. He still felt that something was wrong, because the case was progressing too smoothly.

It seems that someone is promoting all this, throwing out clues and evidence step by step, leading them on the wrong path of detection. If this is true, then there must be a big conspiracy behind it.

But looking at Ikuta Takashi who was full of pain, he smiled self-deprecatingly, he was a little sensitive, how could he say it went well, didn't this cunning spy almost fooled himself.

Kuang Fu'an straightened his face, raised his chin towards the resting guards, and signaled to continue the torture, vowing to find out the person's safe house. The longer the delay, the worse it would be for the patrol house.

Once the Japanese consulate intervenes, many methods cannot be used for a long time. The interrogation is a process of vigorous efforts, repeated failures, and exhausted efforts. As long as it is interrupted, all previous efforts will be wasted.

Upon receiving the reminder, the guards laughed grimly. Someone held Ikuta Takashi's body, someone turned his head, and someone poked a funnel into his nostrils, and directly poured pepper water.

In just three seconds, Takashi Ikuta's face turned from pale to red, tears flowed from his eyes, and the burning sensation in his body spread from the head to the lungs, and then from the lungs to the head.

"Dengdeng.deng."

Under the unbearable pain, he broke free from the shackles of the guards, twisted his body vigorously, and the solid wood tiger bench weighing hundreds of kilograms shook accordingly, wailing from his mouth.

"Ah, I'm telling the truth."

"My money."

As a result, he only spoke half of his begging for mercy. Fresh air poured into his mouth and nose, and his mucous membranes, which had been stimulated and numb by the pepper water, were awakened.

In fact, pure chili water is nothing, and the chili water with sugar or gasoline is the best. Unfortunately, half of the people are useless in this way, and it cannot be used on Ikuta Takashi at present.

Kuang Fu'an watched all this calmly, waited for half of the bucket of chili water to go down, and said with regret: "Mr. Shengtian, why bother to ask for trouble, you already know that I am not joking.

Where is your safe house, you can just say it, otherwise we will get serious, and what you enjoy at that time will not be a mild method like pepper water, it will be very painful. "

Hearing Kuang Fu'an's kind reminder, the half-dead Ikuta Longxi tried to raise his head, and said with tears streaming down his face: "I don't have a safe house, no, really, don't torture me anymore.

My job is to assist the consul of Ishigu Shitaro. I am not a professional intelligence officer. I don’t need to build a safe house at all. Besides, where do I get the money to rent a house? The rent in Shanghai is too expensive! "

Those who heard what he said were sad and those who listened to tears. Everyone present had a deep understanding of this point. After the little salary paid by the patrol house was handed over to the landlord, there would be little money left.

"Dishonest? Go on!"

Faced with such a reasonable explanation, only Kuang Fu'an remained unmoved, no matter whether the other party was wronged or not, no matter whether there was really someone pushing behind it, Takashi Ikuta was doomed.

As long as this guy is crucified, the relationship between the British and the Japanese can be destroyed, which is beneficial to China. When necessary, he will "create" some evidence to prove that Takashi Ikuta is guilty.

"what"

The screams came out through the window, floating in the dark prison. The prisoners squatted on the ground and shivered.

But three hours later, these well-known heroes of the rivers and lakes also went to the corner obediently. Tete was so frightening. From morning to night, the bastards in the patrol room went crazy.

I don't know whether the patrol is crazy or not. The consul of the Japanese Consulate in Shanghai, Shetaro Ishigu, is really crazy. The son-in-law of the Matsumoto family and the intelligence officer Takashi Ikuta who cooperated with him suddenly disappeared.

(End of this chapter)