He tiptoed to the door and saw a faint light on the first floor through the gap.
As he had guessed, Lao Mo was injured and had difficulty moving, so he would probably rest on the first floor.
Lao Mo seemed a little miserable, but it was basically a bruise. After Lao Huang from the infirmary gave him a simple bandage, he arranged for someone to take Lao Mo home.
Just change the dressing regularly.
Jin Kemu also waved his hand and gave Lao Mo a week's leave.
Sure enough, Cheng Qianfan gently went down to the first floor and saw that the bedside lamp was on in the small bedroom on the first floor. Lao Mo's head, hands and feet were wrapped in gauze, and he was lying on the bed like a mummy, perhaps because of pain.
He could not sleep peacefully and would occasionally moan or groan.
Cheng Qianfan easily took the towel from the shelf and walked to Lao Mo's bed.
One hand grabbed Lao Mo's chin and squeezed it hard.
'ah!'
Lao Mo, who was half asleep and half awake, suddenly woke up in pain, opened his mouth wide and was about to scream.
Cheng Qianfan quickly stuffed the towel into Lao Mo's mouth with his other hand. The old man struggled on the bed in pain, and could only make whimpering sounds from his mouth.
His face, which was as swollen as a pig's head, obviously affected his vision. He tried his best to open his frightened eyes, but he could only see a blurry black figure in front of him.
Cheng Qianfan focused on taking care of Lao Mo's face during the day for this purpose.
Cheng Qianfan slipped Lao Moti up and threw him on the chair. He then stabbed Lao Moti into strips and tied him to the chair skillfully.
After doing this, he did not interrogate him immediately.
Instead, he turned around and left, went to the kitchen and came back carrying the salt shaker.
Lao Mo was frightened and tried his best to struggle but failed.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious." Cheng Qianfan's voice was hoarse, but his tone was extremely gentle. He cut off the bandage on Lao Mo's hand with a dagger. After untying it slowly, he grabbed a handful of salt and sprinkled it on Lao Mo's hand.
On the bloody palm.
"Uh uh uh!"
Cheng Qianfan casually pulled up a stool and sat on the opposite side. He watched expressionlessly as the man tied to the chair struggled desperately, as if he was swinging. Finally, he rolled his eyes and fainted from the severe pain.
He directly picked up the footbath beside the bed and poured the water in the basin directly.
Looking at Lao Mo who was awake, Cheng Qianfan clapped his hands and said, "Okay, Officer Mo, you should be awake now, and we can have a good talk."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"I'm taking off the towel now. I hope Officer Mo can cooperate and don't shout. If you disturb the neighbors late at night, I will be very angry." Cheng Qianfan patted Lao Mo's head. "If you can do it, just nod."
Lao Mo nodded fiercely.
"Very good, I like obedient people." Cheng Qianfan took off Lao Mo's towel.
Just when the other party was about to open his mouth and shout, Cheng Qianfan slapped him and said, "Stop it!"
Facts have proved that Lao Mo is a "tough guy". He endured the pain all his life, gritted his teeth and did not dare to say a word.
…
"very good."
Cheng Qianfan nodded, "Officer Mo, please introduce yourself to the National Government Secret Service. My surname is Mo. You see, we are still the same family. We are really destined."
"Speak and say hello." Cheng Qianfan slapped her again, "You are so rude."
"Mo, Mr. Mo, I don't know where I offended you, old man, but you always made it clear."
"Officer Mo, you are being dishonest. You should know what our secret service does." Cheng Qianfan sneered, "Tell me, besides the Japanese affairs, when else can I let you go so late at night?"
It’s such a journey.”
"Mr. Mo, don't be joking, I, I don't understand what you are talking about." Old Mo said tremblingly.
"Officer Mo, you are dishonest. I have a bad temper."
He walked to the bedside table, rummaged through it, and took out the token.
"I'm very interested in what this token represents. Officer Mo, please explain it to me."
Lao Mo opened his mouth but did not speak.
Seeing that the other party was still quibbling, Cheng Qianfan stopped talking nonsense. He took a step forward, took out his pistol and put it against Lao Mo's forehead.
"I'm a rough guy and don't have much patience. I count from one to ten. If Officer Mo still doesn't cooperate, I'll shoot!"
After saying that, he started counting: "One, two, three,..."
Lao Mo had the barrel of the gun pressed directly against his head, and his whole body was shaking, but he still didn't speak.
"Six!" Cheng Qianfan said coldly.
"Four or five, you didn't count four or five." Lao Mo was frightened, trembling and growling in a low voice.
"Sorry, I'm impatient, Jiu!" Cheng Qianfan moved his thumb and opened the safety of the Mauser pistol. This crisp sound was so clear and terrifying in such a quiet and tense environment.
This directly made Lao Mo collapse, "I said, I said."
…
Lao Mo was frightened by Cheng Qianfan's coldness and cruelty, and he wanted to confess in one breath. His intuition told him that if he didn't confess, the agent named Mo would really shoot.
Before Lao Mo was on patrol, he met a medicinal herb merchant named Huang San while hanging out in the market. The two of them could be considered fair-weather friends.
Because of Lao Miao's relationship, Lao Mo became a patrolman in the French Concession, and Huang San became more closely associated with him.
The two often hang out together. Lao Mo likes to gamble, so when he has no money, Huang San will lend him a lot of money without blinking an eye.
Slowly, when Lao Mo owed more and more money, Huang Sanlai asked for debts.
This old Mo is a bastard. After becoming a patrolman, he became even more arrogant, turned against others, and wanted to default on his debts.
Huang San also immediately changed his face, revealing his identity as a Japanese agent.
Huang San gave Lao Mo two choices, one was to do things for the Japanese, and women could have money, and the other was to pay off the debt with his life.
In this way, under Huang San's coercion and inducement, Lao Mo was 'forced' to start serving the Japanese.
Of course, this was Lao Mo's statement, and Cheng Qianfan scorned it.
Judging from his understanding of Lao Mo's character and his drunken showoff, there may be 'coercion', but it is more likely that under 'indulgence', this guy would most likely do it willingly.
Those who work for the Japanese are even complacent, thinking they have found a backer.
…
"What is Huang San's Japanese name?"
"have no idea."
"where does he live?"
"He opened the herb shop on Xiafei Road."
"This token."
"On the fifth day of every month, I can use the token to receive funds."
"Where can I get the funds? Where is Huang San?" Cheng Qianfan immediately asked.
"No, after that incident, Huang San stopped contacting me... He told me not to go to him again, because of the funds..." At this point, Lao Mo hesitated.