The four people stopped a few dozen meters away from Captain Kunji Dipan's house, paid for the rickshaw, and then stood on the roadside, observing the environment.
This area is obviously a civilian area, with tall and short bamboo buildings, board houses, broken brick houses, thatched houses... crookedly crowded together on the bank of the Chao Phraya River. If Xiang Xiaoqiang were here, he would definitely think of "Black Hawk Down"
》The kind of dilapidated houses in Mogadishu.
At night after seven o'clock, the civilian area seemed very lively. Bare-butt children were running around screaming, and women were squatting by the river washing rice and washing vegetables while chatting loudly in soft Thai. There were chickens in the bamboo cages.
The ducks screamed "cuckoo, quack, cluck".
Although it is a dilapidated house, every household has lights on, and thousands of dim oil lamps leak out from the windows, making this dilapidated slum full of life.
Such a messy residential area, and there is no house number... Which one is it specifically?
Zhang Delu spoke fluent Thai and asked a woman on the roadside.
Kunji Dipan is an army officer, so friends from the army often come to see him. The neighbors here have long been used to it. Seeing that he was an army officer, the woman naturally pointed to a two-story small building in front of her on the right.
Brick House:
"That's the card from that building."
Zhang Delu put his hands together and thanked him, and then the four of them walked slowly to the front of the brick house.
Probably because Kunjideepan was a captain in the palace guard, his house was obviously better than the surrounding ones. It was not a rickety bamboo-floored house, but a decent brick house.
The four people stood in their respective positions as planned in advance: one person was guarding in the dark across the street from the front entrance, one person was guarding behind the small building, under the back window facing the Chao Phraya River, and the remaining two people were Zhang Delu.
He and Fang Guimin came forward and knocked on the door.
After knocking for a long time, no one answered. Fang and Zhang looked at each other with an ominous premonition.
At this time, a man inside the door asked in a rough voice:
"Who? What are you doing?"
Fang Guimin said in Thai:
"Does Captain Kunjideepan live here?"
The door opened a crack, and a face was revealed. He looked at the two people suspiciously and warily, and muttered:
"Who are you? What do you do?"
Fang Guimin stared at him and asked:
"Are you Captain Kunji Dipan?"
The man looked at them again and nodded.
The two of them felt that something was wrong. Why was Kunji Dipan so vigilant? Had he already noticed something? Did his brother tell him that someone had inquired about him after returning home at night, which aroused his suspicion?
But now that I have been in contact with him, it is too late to make new plans. I can only tell him the preset words and see his reaction.
Zhang Delu looked around mysteriously, then leaned against the crack of the door and whispered in Chinese:
"We are from Daming East Factory... Haha, it's the same thing as last time. Our boss wants to ask you to help again... Well, this time the reward will be doubled..."
Then, both of them stared at him eagerly, observing his expression and waiting for his reaction.
Who would have thought that this Kunji Dipan actually... didn't respond. He stared at the two of them indifferently, slowly narrowed his eyes, and didn't say a word, as if he was thinking about something.
Zhang Delu said again in Chinese:
"Look, let us go in first. Let's go in and discuss it."
Kunjideepan still didn't respond. He just held the door with his hand, as if hesitating whether to close the door.
Fang Guimin and Zhang Delu looked at each other and suddenly understood.
This man didn’t understand what they were saying! He didn’t understand Chinese!
He is not Kunji Dipan at all!
The two of them were about to pull out their guns at the same time, but the door suddenly opened from the inside, and several thick arms stretched out and pulled the two of them in.
The "Kunji Dipan" finally looked around outside the door to make sure no one was paying attention, and closed the door.
…
The two were dragged into the house, and before they could struggle, several people swarmed them, pinned them to the ground, covered their mouths, held their arms behind their backs, and handcuffed them. At the same time, the guns on their bodies were also taken away.
As soon as Fang Guimin and Zhang Delu felt the handcuffs on their hands, they stopped struggling. Their first impression was that this was some kind of official force from Siam, maybe the police or the army. In that case, their own Ming Dynasty
Military status should be a talisman.
Several people searched everything they had on them, including two documents, one was a Siamese officer's ID, and the other was a Ming Dynasty officer's ID.
Several pistols were pressed against their heads, while a rough Thai voice threatened:
"Don't shout, or I'll beat you to death! Do you understand?"
The two nodded.
The hands covering their mouths loosened.
Fang Guimin wanted to look up, but he was slapped on the head, and then his face was pressed firmly to the cement floor, almost unable to breathe. At the same time, the voice roared:
"What are you looking at! Who are you? What are you doing here?!"
Fang Guimin thought for a moment and hesitated for two seconds, but then there was a sharp pain in his arm, which was about to be broken. The voice threatened again:
"Say it!"
Zhang Delu rushed to say:
"We are Daming East Factory..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was punched in the head and his mouth was pressed firmly to the concrete floor. Another voice shouted:
"I didn't ask you!"
Fang Guimin slightly raised his head, took a breath, and said in Thai:
"We are from the Ming Dynasty East Factory and were ordered to come to Siam on business. You can't do this to us!"
With a glance up, he saw two of them clearly. They were both Siamese and dressed in casual clothes.
Several people were stunned for a moment, and then one of them said:
"From the Ming Dynasty? They don't look like the Ming Dynasty! Are you pretending to be someone who can speak a few words in Chinese?"
One person picked up their IDs and looked through them. They could understand the Siamese officer's ID, but the other Ming officer's ID was all in Chinese characters, so they couldn't understand it.
Another said:
"Whether it's true or not, they have seen us anyway, so we definitely can't let them go! In my opinion, take them back first, and then ask Mr. Sawang Susi for instructions!"
…
At this time, there was a sound in the inner room, and these people all raised their heads suddenly, staring at the curtain leading to the inner room. One of the leaders motioned to one of his subordinates to go in and take a look.
The strong Siamese man opened the curtain with a pistol and entered.
There was a faint "Gaba" sound inside, and then there was no more sound.
The people outside stared at the curtain nervously, and for a long time they didn't see the man coming out. The leader motioned for another subordinate to go in.
The other man held the pistol tightly and touched it in more carefully.
Although Fang Guimin's head was pressed to the ground, he could barely see. He felt that the two men holding guns with both hands looked very professional, much like professional soldiers.
"ah!!"
There was an exclamation inside, followed by a muffled groan, and a stream of blood spurted from inside onto the bamboo curtain, dripping all over the floor.
The few Siamese people outside didn't even bother to open their mouths, and saw the second person who entered crookedly holding on to the door frame and coming out, with eyes as wide as bull's eyes, one hand covering his neck, and blood was flowing continuously.
It burst out from between the fingers.
As several people outside exclaimed, he fell to the ground like a bag.
In addition to Fang and Zhang, there were three Siamese people outside. Each of them took out a pistol. One of them looked at Fang and Zhang, while the other two held the pistol tightly and cautiously approached the inner room. The bamboo stained with blood
The curtain was still shaking, and blood was still dripping.
The Siamese man who was looking at Fang and Zhang was also extremely nervous at this time, and had already turned his attention to the bamboo curtain in the back room. Fang and Zhang exchanged glances, quietly turned over, and then
He stretched his arms backwards, retracted his buttocks and legs, and slowly pulled his legs out from between his arms, moving his hands from behind to in front of him.
A voice in the back room shouted:
"You two lie down!"
When the two heard the Chinese language, they understood and continued to lie on the ground.
The three Siamese people couldn't understand, and their nerves were about to break at this moment.
Suddenly, a dark figure flashed behind the curtain, accompanied by two muffled "dong dong" sounds. Before the three Siamese could react, two of them were shot in the chest and fell crookedly to the ground.
The third man was about to shoot when two arms stretched out from behind, hugged his head and turned his head violently. With a "crack" sound, his neck was broken.
In less than three minutes, five Siamese men lay dead between the two rooms.
…
"The outside is cleared, it's safe!" Fang Guimin shouted.
"Okay, we're out!"
As he spoke, the blood-stained bamboo curtain was raised, and two other agents: Wang Xiaoan and Cai Qigui came out with pistols. The four of them were so nervous that they were sweating profusely. At this moment, they relaxed and hugged each other.
It turned out that when Wang and Cai who were guarding the outside saw them being arrested, they immediately went around to the back of the small building and climbed into the inner room through the back window facing the river.
They took out the key from the body and opened the handcuffs. Zhang Delu was about to squat down and search the body's pockets when Wang Xiaoan coughed lightly and said:
"Then what...you'd better go to the back room and take a look first."
Fang Guimin and Zhang Delu followed them into the back room and immediately stared at the scene in front of them, speechless.
The ground was covered with blood, and four corpses were lying on the ground.
One of them was a Siamese man who entered the house first. He was attacked by Cai Qigui and his neck was broken. However, the other three corpses were chopped horribly. Two were young male corpses and one was an older female corpse.
, there were wide and deep wounds on the chest, shoulders, and head. In the middle of the pool of blood, there was a bloody axe.
After a while, Zhang Delu swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva, raised his head and asked:
"Did they kill these three people?"
"It should be. When we came in, three bodies were already here."
"Captain Kunji Dipan..." Fang Guimin stared at the body and said, "Is he just lying here?"
The four people looked at each other, and they all understood that this was probably the case.
Immediately afterwards, the four people split up in the small building and quickly searched for things that could prove their identities. After ten minutes, everything that was supposed to be found was found. Military ID cards and other things proved that these two young people
The male corpse is Captain Kunji Dipan and his brother, the operator of the White Elephant Hotel. The older female corpse is their mother.
…
Just when the four people were looking at each other, Zhang Delu suddenly touched the top of his head. It seemed as if some liquid fell on his head.
He looked at the palm of his hand and saw that it was not blood. The other three people also noticed it. They all looked up and found that the liquid was flowing out of a large bamboo basket half hanging on the beam. There were three large bamboo baskets in total.
Hang it from the beam like this.
Zhang Delu sniffed the palm of his hand and thought it was urine.