Cheng Qianfan snorted, he could see that Lao Mo was giving up his life rather than his wealth.
"This is your last chance. If you hide anything again, I will pull the trigger." Cheng Qianfan said coldly.
"No, I don't dare anymore. I told you everything. On the fifth day of every month, I go to the Chenghuang Temple Huichang Teahouse to have tea. Every time, there are three seats. If you put the token on the table and then put it away, someone will arrive on time.
Deposit the money into my account at HSBC."
"What's the name of the Japanese secret service you work for?"
"I don't know." Lao Mo shook his head.
"What are the words behind this token? What do they mean?"
"Words? I don't know. Isn't this just for getting money?"
"How did you participate in the Japanese operation?" Cheng Qianfan said, suddenly stuffing the towel into Lao Mo's mouth again, picking up the handle of the gun and hitting Lao Mo's hand directly, "Tell the truth."
Lao Mo whimpered in pain and did not dare to hide or shirk the blame anymore.
…
At the beginning, the Japanese only arranged for him to do small things after inquiring about information.
As he does more and more things, the ‘funding’ provided every month also increases.
Later, it was Lao Mo who took the initiative to provide intelligence and tips to the Japanese, until he directly participated in the Japanese special operations.
"Did you lead the Japanese to commit the murder on Maggie Road last year?" Cheng Qianfan asked in a deep voice.
Lao Mo hesitated for a moment. This was the first time the other party asked about something specific, and he was not sure what the other party meant.
"Don't worry, we know that those who died are the Red Party members. We are the Secret Service. It's not too late to catch them." Cheng Qianfan patted Lao Mo's cheek, "It's just that we have been investigating these two people. We didn't expect that they were robbed by you."
First."
Lao Mo breathed a sigh of relief, yes, although the Secret Service mainly fights against the Japanese now, they can also do the job of catching red party members.
"I discovered something was wrong with those two girls and told the Japanese."
"What's wrong?"
"I knew that the house was rented by two women. There was no man in the house, so I lost all my money, so I sneaked in to see if there was anything valuable, and saw anti-Japanese leaflets in the house." Lao Mo
Enduring the pain, he smiled flatteringly, "Mr. Mo, I am also clearing out the rebellious party for the party and the country, so I think I have made a meritorious service."
"I will consider this situation as appropriate." Cheng Qianfan felt resentful in his heart and was sure that it was this traitor who had taken refuge with the Japanese who had killed Aunt Luo and the two anti-Japanese lesbians!
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he asked with interest, "When it comes to action, are you taking action?"
"At first I was outside watching the wind."
"and after?"
"Then they asked me to come in."
"What are you doing in there?"
"They grabbed the girl with short hair, and I went up to deal with it."
"How to solve it?"
"The one who was strangled with a belt was the belt on my bedside. It was made in France and I couldn't bear to throw it away." Old Mo's swollen face forced a smile, "Mr. Mo, I am also eradicating the chaotic party with my own hands. I have established a foundation for the party and the state."
achievement."
"Whether you serve the party and the country or not is not up to me." Cheng Qianfan chuckled, "It depends on your performance."
"Mr. Mo, I, I don't understand what you mean." Old Mo swallowed.
…
"You understand." Cheng Qianfan showed a playful smile, "Officer Mo, your account seal at HSBC Bank, you should understand what I mean."
Based on Cheng Qianfan's understanding, it is impossible for Lao Mo's account to have a real name.
This kind of shady money is most likely to be deposited and withdrawn anonymously and secretly. Anyone can withdraw money by taking a seal and stating the name of the account.
Lao Mo was silent. This kind of person would make him more uncomfortable if he wanted his money than if he wanted his life.
"Officer Mo, if you don't bring money with you, you won't take it with you even if you die." Cheng Qianfan sneered, "With this money, you will be a traitor serving the Japanese special forces. Then, I'm sorry, the purpose of our secret service is
Yes, we must not show mercy to traitors."
With that said, Cheng Qianfan put the muzzle of the gun directly against Lao Mo's forehead, "I'm sorry, Officer Mo, stay on your way."
"I said, I said." Lao Mo was trembling with fear, "There is a secret box under my bedside table, and the seal is in it."
After saying this, Lao Mo's face turned pale, as if he had lost half his life.
"If you don't drink a toast, you'll be fined." Cheng Qianfan snorted coldly, groped around on the bottom of the bedside table, removed the wooden board, and took out a small box.
When I opened it, I saw that there was indeed a small seal inside.
…
"Very good, that's right." Cheng Qianfan chuckled, "It's just that, Officer Mo, based on what we know about you, you don't have much money in your account. If you want to rely on this to save your life, it's not enough."
"I doubt they still have people in the patrol house."
"You doubt it?"
"The Japanese don't completely trust me. I always feel like they know my every move."
"Why such suspicion?"
"Mr. Mo, you must have heard about what I used to do. I am very sensitive to the feeling of being stared at."
Cheng Qianfan nodded, understanding what Lao Mo meant.
"Do you have any suspicion?"
"Cheng Qianfan, this kid has always been at odds with me." Lao Mo said through gritted teeth.
"Cheng Qianfan, right? Okay, I understand." Cheng Qianfan was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that Lao Mo would suspect that he was working for the Japanese.
He secretly warned himself whether there were some behaviors in his life that he had not noticed that might arouse suspicion from others. Of course, it could also be that Lao Mo was not dealing with him and was deliberately making false accusations.
"And Liu Bo."
Cheng Qianfan was quite shocked that Lao Mo actually suspected Liu Bo.
"Why do you doubt this man?"
"One time I went to the teahouse early and saw a man leaving in front of me. Looking from the back, he looked like Liu Bo." Lao Mo said.
Cheng Qianfan looked thoughtful.
People like Lao Mo rely on their quick eyesight and quick hands to pickpocket and pick locks, and they are used to observing people's emotions.
Naturally, he has a good eye for looking at people. He said that the image on his back was that of Liu Bo. This sentence is indeed worth noting if we rule out the possibility that Lao Mo deliberately made false accusations in order to survive.
Cheng Qianfan had a very good impression of Liu Bo. In his impression, Liu Bo was a patrolman with a fairly good bottom line, and he always took good care of him.
It's just that I know people but don't know their hearts. Maybe because I have a good impression of Liu Bo, I haven't noticed some details.
He remembered what Lao Mo said.
…
"Anything else?"
"No more, no more, I have said everything I know, guess, what should be said, and what should not be said." Lao Mo begged for mercy, "Mr. Mo, please let me go."
With that said, he came forward and took out the belt on the bedside, looked at it and said, "This belt is good."
"French product, high-end." Although he didn't understand why the other party was interested in the belt, Lao Mo still said flatteringly, "If you don't mind it, just take it."
"I like it, I like it very much." Cheng Qianfan came to Lao Mo in two steps and directly wrapped the belt around Lao Mo's neck.
"Mr. Mo, what are you doing?" Old Mo was frightened.
"Officer Mo, I forgot to tell you." Cheng Qianfan suddenly tightened his belt, "I am not from the Secret Service."
Lao Mo pedaled his legs as hard as he could, his eyes bulging. Before he finally fell into endless darkness, he vaguely heard:
The Special Section of the Red Party, the Red Team, Chenzhou, under the order of the organization, eradicate the traitors and Mo Shouli!
