Sanbenshilang did not directly answer Cheng Qianfan's question.
Instead, he informed Cheng Qianfan that the Special High School had taken action against the National Government Party Investigation Office.
"It should have been like this long ago." Cheng Qianfan said happily, "Although these idiots from the Party Investigation Department will not pose too much threat to the empire, if they do not clean up, it will be a hidden danger."
"Miyazaki, it seems that you look down on the Party Investigation Office of the Chinese Government?" Sanbenjiro asked with a smile.
"A bunch of mobs in the bureaucratic system." Cheng Qianfan looked contemptuous.
Sanbenzi Lang nodded in agreement, whether it was Wang Kangnian or Wu Shanyue, especially the face shown by the latter, which surprised him.
Even though I had known that the Party Affairs Investigation Department was not a problem, I didn't expect it to be so unbearable.
As Cheng Qianfan said, the Party Investigation Office is a mob of the bureaucratic system.
Maybe they have a good deal of dealing with the Red Party, but they are vulnerable to the imperial secret agencies.
Because strictly counting, the Party Investigation Office cannot be considered a real secret agency organization. They rely on the government authorities and have long been accustomed to relying on state administration and military forces to act, and it is very appropriate to say that the bureaucratic system is.
Now that Shanghai has fallen, these formerly powerful agents of the Party Investigation Office are completely unable to adapt to the struggle on the hidden front and are extremely lacking in the will to fight.
Compared with the Lixing Society Special Services Office, the old rival of the Special High School, the Party Investigation Office is indeed very easy to deal with.
"Secretary, are you going to take measures against Qin Detai?" Cheng Qianfan asked with anticipation.
"The identity of Qin Detai is a bit sensitive." Sanbenshi Lang shook his head, "The Empire occupied Shanghai, the French, and the British opposed it. They are just forced to remain silent now. Correspondingly, Britain and France value their interests in the concession more. It is difficult for the Empire to take action against a general commander of the police station. If we want to move this person, we must first get Qin Detai down from the position of general commander of the central police station."
"I understand." Cheng Qianfan showed admiration, "The head of the department is far-sighted in doing things, and his subordinates are deeply impressed."
At this moment, Araki Hatsuma came in with a stack of letters.
"Secretary, how to deal with these letters?"
"It's all burned." Sanbenshi Lang said in a deep voice, "Send someone to inform the empire's expatriates, and steadily hide similar letters, especially the photos, to be destroyed."
"yes!"
A photo fell from the envelope, Cheng Qianfan picked it up and glanced at it.
His eyes shrank, and deep inside was filled with great pain and sorrow.
Rumors about the massacre of the Japanese army after occupying Nanjing were circulated as early as the end of last year.
This is a photo of several Japanese soldiers laughing wildly, with a few babies still in their swaggers on their bayonets.
At the feet of the Japanese army, there were corpses everywhere and unclothed women lying on the ground, looking at the sky with pale eyes.
Look at the baby on the bayonet!
Araki Hatsuma took the photo from his hands.
"Secretary, is this?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
"The letters sent by the imperial soldiers to their relatives in Shanghai were considered to be detrimental to the image of the Great Japanese Empire and asked for cooperation in the identification and confiscation." Sanbenjiro said casually.
"Those bureaucrats from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." Cheng Qianfan flattened his mouth and shook his head. "Thank you for your hard work in the Empire Warriors. Just killing a few lowly Chinese people for fun, making a fuss."
"It's just a worry that it can cause international discussion." Mibenjiro said, waved his hand and signaled Araki Katsuma to take the letters and take photos to burn them.
"Those British and French have done a lot of similar things, but now they are hypocritical." Cheng Qianfan sneered and said.
...
Leave the headquarters of the TSE.
Cheng Qianfan called a rickshaw and signaled the coachman to pull up the carport.
The rising carport covered his cheeks and his painful eyes.
The coachman ran for a while in the rickshaw. After leaving the near the Special High School, Cheng Qianfan covered his face with both hands, and his heartache was like a knife cut.
Poor child.
My poor fellow!
The grief and anger in his heart seemed to be burning, burning his heart and his blood!
Dog day!
The scum of inhumanity!
He just had the urge to die with Sanbenjilang without any effort!
"Sir, here."
Cheng Qianfan opened his wallet, took out a piece of fiat currency and handed it to the coachman.
"No need to find it, buy some delicious food for your child."
Cheng Qianfan waved his hand and ignored the thanks from the coachman behind him.
Entering the house.
Bai Ruolan is cooking in the kitchen.
Cheng Qianfan hugged his wife.
"Oh, what are you cooking?" Bai Ruolan said angrily.
"Don't move, I'll just hug you, hug you." Cheng Qianfan's voice choked.
Bai Ruolan put down the spatula and did not move.
She felt tears falling on her neck.
"Qianfan, what's wrong?" Bai Ruolan turned around and saw her strong husband crying, so sad and helpless.
Cheng Qianfan didn't say anything and hugged his wife tightly.
a long time.
He let go of his arms and wiped his eyes randomly with his hands.
"What happened?" Bai Ruolan took the towel, scalded it in hot water, and handed it to Cheng Qianfan.
"It's okay." Cheng Qianfan took the hot towel, covered his face, and burned it, showing a smile, "I don't have much appetite today, I'll go to the study first."
He did not intend to tell Ruolan these things. On the one hand, it was too cruel. He was worried that Ruolan could not stand it. On the other hand, Ruolan had not received professional training. He was worried that it would be affected and inadvertently showed his foot.
"Then you go and rest. I will ask you to eat a little while you eat."
"I know." Cheng Qianfan kissed his wife on the forehead, signaling her not to worry about herself, so she went straight to the second floor.
Bai Ruolan looked at her husband's back, her eyes full of worry. Cheng Qianfan had never revealed to her what he really did, but Bai Ruolan had a vague guess in her heart, and she had been silently accompanying him and cooperating with him.
The two childhood sweethearts have known each other for so many years. Except for the time when Cheng Qianfan was just sent to the nursing home, she has never seen Cheng Qianfan so sad.
...
In the study room.
Cheng Qianfan's expression was gloomy.
He numbly disassembled his own gun, disassembled it into parts, and quickly installed it, and repeated it.
Finally, he loaded the magazine, turned off the insurance, picked up Browning's gun, held it with both hands, his eyes turned red, and he looked at a wall.
He closed his eyes, his mind full of babies on bayonets and dead bodies on the ground.
Take a deep breath.
Take a deep breath.
Cheng Qianfan put his thumb on the trigger.
A painful roar came from inside, and a clatter was made, he opened the insurance and threw the pistol on the table...
My compatriots, my motherland!
...
Bai Ruolan had just brought the food to the table and came to the door and called Xiaobao who was playing in the alley, and saw Cheng Qianfan going downstairs.
"It's time to eat."
"Yeah, I know."
To be continued...