The secret war is silent

Tang Xin made a call directly to Jiangcheng Nanhu Airport.

The moment before Cliff got on the plane, he stopped the man. If it had been a few minutes later, the man would have gotten on the plane and he might not have been able to chase him back.

Hong Kong airlines won’t listen to you.

"Brother Luo, you are really helpful." Tang Xin said excitedly, "Actually, we have been investigating this Clifford, but he is a foreigner. We cannot bring him back for questioning at will. We must have conclusive evidence. OK……"

"I'm also helping myself. This Clifford is related to the case I'm investigating. If he has the important clues I need, it will be different."

"Yes, yes, there are so many of us and so many brains, how come we didn't find out that this kid Cliff could actually hide information in this letter." Tang Xin said "tsk tsk".

Luo Yao smiled: "Actually, this is a problem of fixed mindset. As long as it is broken, everything will be solved."

"Well, the key is to break this point, which is very difficult." Tang Xin said, "Brother, it will probably take a while for the people to be escorted back. How about we find a place to have a meal first?"

"Okay, I was just about to discuss our 'fishing' plan with you, Brother Tang." Luo Yao nodded.

"I know a good little restaurant that sells Jiang Xian. I guarantee you'll want to eat it after eating it."

"Brother Tang's introduction must be correct..."

…

"The headquarters of the Ninth Theater Command has agreed to our plan and asked the investigation office of the commander's headquarters to cooperate with our actions. The 'fishing' plan can begin."

Lying is a necessary skill for those who pass the assessment of the temporary training class. As for who it will be used on, it's hard to say.

"Really?" Tang Xin did not doubt Luo Yao's words. The investigation office of the theater commander's department and the military commander were actually one family. Isn't it normal for his family members to cooperate in their actions?

How did he know that the War Zone Commander's Headquarters did not agree at all, and the so-called cooperation with the Investigation Office of the War Zone Commander's Headquarters was also a private act of Luo Yao asking Gong Hui to contact a classmate from the temporary training class in the investigation room.

Of course, deception is inevitable.

Under the temptation of catching Japanese spies and making great achievements, coupled with Luo Yao's prestige and status in the temporary training class, three passionate key members of the temporary training class of the investigation room of the theater commander's department temporarily joined Luo Yao's "fishing team". "Come as planned.

"How can I lie to you, Brother Tang? If this plan succeeds, how much credit will we receive?" Luo Yao chuckled. If it were anyone else, would he be willing to give you the credit?

Tang Xin nodded: "That's right, but have we agreed that you must notify me when you arrest someone?"

"Don't worry, the arrest operation will still trouble my brother." Luo Yao nodded. He was short of manpower, so he would definitely trouble Tang Xin.

"Come, come, let's have tea instead of wine..."

"Brother Tang, can Cliff let me practice my skills?" Luo Yao took the opportunity to make a request.

"Okay, you come to the trial, no problem."

…

"I am a citizen of the British Empire. You have no right to detain me. I want to see your commander..." In the interrogation room, Clifford was handcuffed and restricted to a chair, roaring angrily in the direction of the door.

It was obvious that he was in a bad mood at the moment.

"I'm going to find your boss to accuse you..."

"let me out!"

Outside the door, Tang Xin and Luo Yao just listened to Clifford yelling inside.

"How about it? Do you want me to send someone in to try it first?" Tang Xin asked. He was afraid that if Luo Yao went in, he would lose face if he couldn't find out anything.

"No need." Luo Yao chuckled and shook his hand, "Psychologically speaking, the more out-of-control people are, the more they will yell to alleviate their inner fear and embolden themselves."

"Really, I really don't know."

"Brother Tang, please evacuate everyone and leave no one behind," Luo Yao said.

Tang Xin hesitated for a moment. Clifford was British after all. Even if he was confirmed to be a spy, the final result might be deportation.

"Take it easy."

"Don't worry, I'm sensible." Luo Yao nodded, "Have someone find me a book, get me ten pieces of rice paper, and bring me a glass of water."

"Okay." Tang Xin nodded and agreed.

A person's patience is limited. Luo Yao was at the door and observed Clifford through the small window above for almost ten minutes.

Then he held the book and rice paper between his arms, opened the door and walked in with a glass of water.

Suddenly a person came in, and Clifford was like a drowning man who saw a straw. He immediately said: "Let me go. This is wrong for you to do this. I am a reporter, I am British, and I have diplomatic immunity. You They have no right to imprison me..."

"Diplomatic immunity only applies to diplomats in embassies and consulates, and you are just an ordinary foreigner. You are not a staff member of the British Consulate in Jiangcheng. You do not have this right." Luo Yao laughed, sat down in front of him and said , “As for consular jurisdiction, we have long refused to recognize it.”

"Really, I am a citizen of the British Empire. What you are doing is banditry. I will go to your government to accuse you." Clifford said loudly, squeezing his neck.

Luo Yao sat down and said slowly: "We have reasons for detaining you. Will you take the initiative to explain it yourself, or will you have to suffer a little before we do it?"

"I have nothing to say. If you have evidence, you can sue me." Clifford said firmly.

"I have two options. The first one is to put a thick book on your chest, and then hit it with a hammer to make sure no wounds are visible. The second one is what we call 'Tiejiaguan' here. The specific method is to stick wet yellow paper on your face and stick it up one by one. As for the process, if you choose, you can experience it later." Luo Yao continued, " I’ll give you five minutes to think about which one to choose, or I’ll choose for you.”

"No, no, I don't choose, I don't choose anything..." Clifford was frightened when he heard this. It was obvious that he wanted to kill him, and he didn't want to die.

Luo Yao ignored it and sat across from him. He looked at his watch and started counting: "You still have four minutes and fifty seconds."

"I, I want to see the commander just now..."

Luo Yao was indifferent.

"No, you can't do this, you will be punished..."

"Three minutes and thirty-seven seconds!"

"I want to see Mr. Widmer, the Consul General of the British Empire in Jiangcheng..."

"Three minutes and fifteen seconds."

"I don't choose, I don't choose anything!"

"You can't kill people at will like this. You will be severely punished and you will receive retribution."

"Two minutes and forty-two seconds."

"..."

Luo Yao was unmoved, with an expression like "I'm going to kill you."

"Woo, what are you going to do? I'm just an ordinary foreigner who doesn't know anything. You made a mistake and wronged me."

"Mr. Clifford, you have twenty-five seconds left. Have you made a choice? Choose one or two?" Luo Yao asked.

"No, time can't go so fast. You must have seen it wrong, seen it wrong..." Clifford was a little incoherent. After all, he was not a trained professional spy. Facing the fear of death, the feeling was much stronger. .

"You can't be wrong. The watch is in my hand. I said there are a few seconds left, just a few seconds left." Luo Yao chuckled and stood up, "Mr. Clifford, have you considered it?"

"No, no. I said, I said, I am a spy, and I secretly work for the Japanese." When Clifford saw Luo Yao picking up the book, his face turned pale with fright, and his body was soaked.

He was really scared, because he believed that the young Chinese in front of him could really say and do it, and was definitely not just trying to scare him.

This man is a devil, an absolute devil.

No matter how important money is, it is not as important as your own life.

"Tell me about your experience of working for the Japanese. If you say something that is untrue, you know the consequences." Luo Yao said coldly and without any emotion.

"About three years ago, around this time, I met a Chinese named 'Lin Miao'..."

"Lin Miao from Bida Transportation Company?"

"Yes, it's Lin Miao from Bida Transportation Company." Clifford swallowed and said, "I thought I just lost my job and my life was not going well. He knew that I used to be a reporter, so he said he knew a newspaper in Jinghai. The boss of the newspaper could introduce me to be the reporter of this newspaper in Jiangcheng, so I went there. Who knew that his friend from the newspaper was actually Japanese, or an intelligence officer of the Japanese Consulate General in Shanghai? I was suddenly confused. , but I have been providing them with manuscripts for a while, and I also helped get some information for them."

"You were originally an intelligence broker, so this is something you are familiar with. Haven't you ever thought that it's easy to get on the Japanese ship, but it's difficult to get off it?" Luo Yao sneered. Don't look at the grievances he said now. In fact, He didn't know how willing he was at the beginning, he just volunteered to get on the ship.

"Besides asking you to provide them with information about Jiangcheng, what else has Lin Miao done?" Luo Yao then asked.

"I don't meet him often, basically only once every month or two." Clifford said, "He always invites me, and I rarely see him."

"Where does he usually ask you to meet?"

"The French Concession, the Twilight Cafe on General Joffre Street. This coffee shop is very famous in the French Concession, and the coffee is quite authentic. I usually go there to have a drink." Clifford Zaba said with some dry lips. , he had not drank a drop of water for several hours.

Another person related to the "Twilight" Cafe, Lin Miao had been to the Twilight Cafe, more than once, with Clifford.

"Do you know Sun Jia, the pastry chef at Deming Hotel?"

"Sun Jia?" Clifford frowned slightly and thought for a while before saying, "You mean the young pastry chef who worked at Twilight Cafe? He was Lin Miao's friend. He was at Twilight Cafe at the time. Things were not going well and I wanted to change places. At that time, Deming Hotel was looking for a pastry chef, so Lin Miao asked me to recommend him for an interview. Later I heard that he was successful in the interview."

"Sun Jia worked at Twilight Cafe?" This situation was really unexpected. Katayama Xiaomi and Twilight Cafe were actually directly related.

"Make sure, he said it in front of me." Clifford nodded.

"Why did Lin Miao ask you to recommend Sun Jia to Deming Hotel for an interview?" Luo Yao asked.

Clifford explained: "Probably because I am a foreigner and know the manager of Deming Hotel, he asked me to write a letter of recommendation."

"How much do you know about Lin Miao, such as the close friends he has, the entertainment venues he often goes to, etc.?"

Clifford thought for a moment and said, "Except for his business partners, he doesn't have many friends. I only know two or three."

"Who is there?"

"One is the section chief of the Pinghan-Han Railway Transportation Department, surnamed Yuan, and there is a deputy director of the Jiangcheng Transportation Department, surnamed Qian, named Qian Junyi, and the other one, I don't know what he does specifically, is in the grain business. It is said that the relationship behind them is very strong. His surname is Guo. I have only met him once, but it can be seen that they are very familiar with each other." Clifford said hurriedly, "Can you give me a glass of water?"

PS: My good friend Zhuo Yiyi’s new book "Yangang Community" is on the shelves today. Xiaofeng and I also play a small role in it. If you like realistic themes, you can support an initial order. Thank you!