Xiu Gongshen is the translator and confidant of Silva, the squad leader, and helps coordinate the affairs of the squad. The work of the squad mainly includes arresting red elements, which is what Cheng Qianfan has always wanted to infiltrate.
Therefore, it was Cheng Qianfan's plan to get close to Xiu Gongshen and become his confidant.
It cannot be said that Cheng Qianfan is utilitarian. He respects both Xiu Gongshen and his master He Ruolan very much, and he truly regards them as his elders and relatives in his heart.
However, Cheng Qianfan kept in mind the words of Comrade "Zhulin" during his lifetime, and Comrade "Zhulin" guessed that Xiu Gongshen's identity was more than just the translator of the Political Division of the patrol room.
Comrade "Zhulin" told him to be careful when coming into contact with Xiu Gongshen, and to pay special attention to hiding and protecting himself.
Therefore, Cheng Qianfan's performance today contained a certain amount of cover-up and performance.
Xiu Gongshen's analysis of Tan Detai's attitude towards Lao Mo was actually already within Cheng Qianfan's analysis and consideration. He had thought it through before decisively attacking Lao Mo.
However, when facing Xiu Gongshen, he couldn't be so smart and consider everything so comprehensively.
A young man with an ordinary resume and a clean financial background, a new police officer who graduated from the supplementary class of the Police Military Academy, can perform well because of his talent and intelligence, but he cannot be too evil.
There must be some outstanding aspects, but also some poorly considered aspects.
Otherwise, Xiu Gongshen might be suspicious.
Also, there is a lack of sense of accomplishment.
To be precise, he needs to slowly improve with the help of Xiu Gongshen. This will not only allow Xiu Gongshen to gain this sense of accomplishment, but also naturally make him feel more at ease. At the same time, it can cover up his previous experience before meeting Xiu Gongshen.
The unknown growth experience.
Therefore, he suddenly attacked Lao Mo without asking for instructions, which was a bit reckless but not completely mindless. It was not only out of personal anger, but also out of consideration for helping Xiu Gongshen.
Coupled with this half-truth and half-false performance during the follow-up visit to Xiu Gongshen.
Generally speaking, although it was due to emergencies, an action plan was temporarily formulated and implemented.
However, the entire plan is very thoughtful and reasonable.
At the beginning of the lanterns, fashionably dressed men and women, the honking of cars, and the rickshaw pullers running around shouting "borrow the light", Shanghai is about to start a lavish nightlife.
The rickshaw driver skillfully wiped the sweat with a towel while pulling the cart.
Cheng Qianfan shrank his body back and leaned on the back of the chair.
Comrade ‘Bamboo Forest’’s original words to him were: Don’t trust anyone easily, even the people you feel you know best...
The long whistle of a ship on the Huangpu River came from afar.
Nearby, several Japanese rogues were walking triumphantly through the market with their arms around a Korean woman who had lost her country.
…
Tuk-tuk-tuk.
"Lao Ma, are you in there?"
"Mr. Fu, is my old horse in your house?"
In the room, the barrel of a gun was stuffed into Lao Ma's mouth. He was trembling with fear and secretly cursed his mother-in-law for not leaving quickly. Did she really want to murder her husband?
"Where did this damn ghost go?"
After a while, the footsteps in the corridor disappeared.
Lao Ma whimpered, his eyes desperately pointing downwards.
One of the team members chuckled and put away his gun.
"Idiot, next time you use a knife, what if the gun goes off?" Song Fuguo cursed.
After hearing this, Lao Ma became even more frightened, feeling that he had just walked through the gate of hell?
Lao Ma doesn't know much.
The man who rented this house was named Fu, and he claimed to be a mathematics teacher at St. John's Middle School.
It was the first time that Lao Ma met the man that the Secret Service was following today. Mr. Fu introduced him as a friend who came to help organize the handouts.
Song Fuguo winked at Liao Zhishen, and he immediately arranged for someone to investigate Mr. Fu's situation.
This is most likely a big fish.
"You, are you really here to catch Japanese spies?" Lao Ma glanced at Song Fuguo and asked with some fear.
"What?" Song Fuguo patted Lao Ma on the shoulder, "That's right, Lao Ma. Don't be afraid. You know what to say."
"I don't know about that stranger." Lao Ma lowered his head and whispered, "Mr. Fu doesn't look like him. He even scolded the Japanese."
"You know nothing." A team member scolded, "Japanese spies don't scold the Japanese, how can they praise the Japanese in front of you?"
Song Fuguo did not stop his men, which was also the most difficult point in hunting down the Japanese spies. These Japanese spies spoke Chinese and could speak local dialects. They were no different from the Chinese. They even acted more patriotic than the Chinese. They were extremely
Good at confusing ignorant people.
Lao Ma, who was scolded, carefully said with a flattering smile, "Yes, yes, sir, what you are trying to teach me is that Ala was almost deceived by the damn Japanese."
…
"Did anything special happen today?" Song Fuguo asked.
"Something special?" Lao Ma was a little confused and didn't understand what a special thing was. He thought about it, his face changed slightly, but he shook his head.
"You old boy, you are dishonest." The team member just scolded, "Team leader, I suspect this guy is a Japanese spy."
"No, no, no, sir, it's unfair. I'm not the one." Lao Ma was frightened and knelt down, waving his hands repeatedly.
"I also want to believe that you were wronged." Song Fuguo suddenly grabbed a bunch of Lao Ma's hair and said coldly, "But you obviously have something to hide."
"Ah, that's great, it hurts, it hurts, oh oh yo." The old horse grinned in pain.
Song Fuguo let go of his hand and said, "Go ahead."
"During the day, when the patrol came to arrest someone, Ala and Mr. Fu were making a fuss. He dropped the handout in his hand, and Ala didn't pay attention. Then he went to talk to Mr. Fu. He disappeared at some point, sir.
, Allah doesn’t know, it’s unfair.”
"Isn't that great?" Song Fuguo patted Lao Ma's face, "Why didn't you say it just now?"
"Afraid, afraid, afraid to speak."
Song Fuguo nodded, ordinary people are afraid of trouble, and it is better to do less than to do more.
He waved his hand, and someone took the old horse to continue the interrogation, while he lit a cigarette and thought.
Lost the handout?
Bend down and pick up the handout.
If it were an ordinary citizen, this would not be suspicious, but if it were a Japanese spy, it would be puzzling.
Seemingly ordinary behavior cannot be judged by common sense when it comes to a Japanese person.
Bending, bending...disappeared?
Naturally, people will not disappear. After picking up the handouts, while the old horse was watching the fun, he quietly left without paying attention.
This is avoidance!
Song Fuguo's heart moved. What was he avoiding?
There are two possibilities.
Either the person caught by the police is his accomplice, so as to avoid being implicated.
Either there is someone on patrol who knows him, or someone who knows him?
The more Song Fuguo thought about it, the more excited he became.
Although Liao Zhishen has already gone to check Mr. Fu's situation at St. John's Middle School, he may not be able to gain anything:
The room was so clean and the other party evacuated calmly without leaving too many traces. Maybe the identity of the math teacher at St. John's Middle School would also be fake.
Now, I originally thought that there was no clue about the matter, but I didn't expect that there was a bright future in another village.
"Go and find out which patrol came to arrest people today and who they arrested."