Lost and Spy

Chapter 2 Don't Lie
Liu Huanwen, Mu Dekai, Yuan Zhonghe, Xiang Shounong, Zhu Yanni.

These are the five people selected by Meng Shaoyuan.

Zhu Yanni is a female spy of Lixing Club. She graduated from a training class in Hangzhou. She is very beautiful, but she is usually in charge of translating electricity. Why Meng Shaoyuan chose her is unknown.

Liu Huanwen and Meng Shaoyuan were both classmates of the tenth phase of Huangpu, and were selected to join the Lixing Club together, so the relationship between the two is the closest.

Everyone entered Lixing Club at the same time, and the working hours were the same, but Meng Shaoyuan was able to take charge of himself, which made Liu Huanwen very envious.

Dai Li specially asked the General Affairs Section of the Third Division to prepare a car for them.

Zhu Yanni was about to get into the car, but Meng Shaoyuan called her aside and spoke to her in a low voice.

"This..." Zhu Yanni hesitated.

"Do as I tell you." Meng Shaoyuan couldn't tell the difference.

"Ok."

Although Zhu Yanni didn't understand the meaning at all, from the moment she entered Lixingshe, the discipline that was repeatedly emphasized made her choose unconditional obedience.

"Get in the car, let's go!"

Mu Dekai was in charge of driving, and Meng Shaoyuan took the co-pilot's seat...

……

When you come to Nanjing, you must go to the alley of Shuiximen to buy a salted duck, and you must go to the Confucius Temple to see Qinhuai Yanyu.

Of course, you must also spend a day in Xinjiekou.

Xinjiekou is the place with the largest flow of people in the whole of Nanjing, where dragons and snakes are mixed, and there are all kinds of people.

There are hawkers carrying heavy burdens everywhere, but unlike the colorful cries of northern hawkers, the cries of Nanjing hawkers are much simpler. They often rely on the drums and bells on their hands to strengthen the cries. different musical instruments.

What is quiet in the midst of the hustle and bustle is that on both sides of the road, two-story buildings can be seen everywhere.

In such a season, there may be some girl sitting in the south study room on the second floor, listening to the sunlight pouring down from the thick and dark green loquat leaves, shining on her body warmly, and then quietly watching Zhang Henshui's "Chunming" with her parents behind her back. Foreign History", or "Smoke and Laughter".

Meng Shaoyuan took Liu Huanwen and Yuan Zhonghe to the opposite side of "Da Mao Yang Xing": "Lao Yuan, you go to inquire about the situation."

"Got it." Yuan Zhonghe hurriedly walked towards Da Maoyang.

"Two bowls of wontons." Meng Shaoyuan and Liu Huanwen sat down in front of a wonton stand.

Even though this wonton stall is small, it doesn't even have a table. Diners can only sit on small benches, or squat on the ground with bowls to eat, but the business is very good.

His family's small wontons are as thin as a cicada's wings and have a crystal clear meat filling.Must eat now.

Take it out of the pot and put it in a bowl, sprinkle with a handful of chopped green onion, even if someone who has just eaten saw it, they couldn't help but want a bowl.

When I came to Nanjing, I hadn't had a good time. Liu Huanwen was drooling, and he ate a bowl of wontons in three or two bites.

Meng Shaoyuan had just eaten half a bowl when he saw Yuan Zhonghe had come back and leaned into his ear: "The two guys just went out, and now there is only one person inside. I have confirmed that it is Park Zhongmin."

"Boss, money!"

Meng Shaoyuan stood up and kicked Liu Huanwen who was still drinking soup: "It's done, don't be so useless, go."

Liu Huanwen put down the bowl reluctantly.

The three came to Da Mao Yang Xing, and Meng Shaoyuan was the first to walk in.

"What do you want?"

There was only one man in his [-]s in the foreign trade. He was lazy and didn't pay attention to door-to-door business.However, he speaks Chinese fluently.

Park Zhongmin.

Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "I want [-] catties for this sesame oil."

"Five hundred pounds?"

Hearing that such a big business came to the door, Park Zhongmin finally came over: "Yes, yes, what else do you want?"

"I want you too."

"what?"

Park Zhongmin was stunned, but a gun had already reached his waist: "Don't move, kidnapped!"

This is Meng Shaoyuan's cleverness.

If he wants to say that he is a spy of Lixing Club, Park Zhongmin may be struggling to cry for help.

But if it's a kidnapper, it's different.

After all, most kidnappers want money, not life.

Moreover, this is Nanjing, at the foot of the emperor, if people are killed, there will be a big disaster.

Sure enough, Park Zhongmin's terrified face just now relaxed: "It's easy to say, easy to say, don't hurt me, I will give you as much as you want."

"Come with me."

The three people held Park Zhongmin in the middle, and quickly took away from Da Mao Yang Xing...

……

Park Zhongmin's feet softened and his body trembled.

He finally knew that the person who kidnapped him was not the kidnapper.

This is not a bandit's cottage, but an interrogation room!

On both sides, there are various torture instruments hanging.

In the middle, there was a bucket full of water, and a leather whip was soaking in it.

"beat!"

Meng Shaoyuan moved a bench and sat down, and immediately said such a word from his mouth.

Before Park Zhongmin could react to what was going on, Xiang Shounong, who had a big shoulder and a round waist, picked up the whip in a murderous manner, and whipped it down at Park Zhongmin, who was bound there.

"what!"

Heartbreaking screams sounded in the interrogation room.

After five whips in a row, Xiang Shounong stopped.

At this time, Park Zhongmin was already tearing his skin, and he kept wailing: "It hurts... it hurts... What are you asking... I'll say it, I'll say it..."

The effect is achieved.

Meng Shaoyuan then asked, "I know that Da Mao Yangxing is the contact point for the Japanese. Please explain everything you know."

"I said, I said." Park Zhongmin has never been a tough guy, and as soon as he came up, he was beaten down, which made him extremely afraid:
"Damoyo Yangxing is a secret agency stationed in Nanjing by the Intelligence Department of the Japanese Garrison Garrison in North China. It is specially responsible for commanding and spying on military intelligence. The head of the agency is... Banto Saburo..."

"Wait." Meng Shaoyuan suddenly interrupted him: "What's your name? Chief."

"Hanto... Saburo."

Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "When you explained it before, your articulation was still clear. When you mentioned the name, there was an obvious pause. That was you making up a name. When I asked again, you said the word "Banteng" in a low voice. , Saburo said the word louder, which shows that you are cheering yourself up, Park Zhongmin, you are lying!"

"I didn't, I didn't."

Park Zhongmin panicked. ,

God, how did this person analyze that he was lying based on the tone of his speech?

Meng Shaoyuan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him: "Fight!"

"No, it's Jiro Matsumoto!" Park Zhongmin completely collapsed:

"He is the assistant of Lieutenant General Takaro Matsushiro, the head of Japan's North China spy agency, and his military rank is Army Chief!"

Liu Huanwen glanced at each other.

Colonel?

Oh my god, are we going to catch a big fish this time?
"Put him down." Meng Shaoyuan was satisfied. He watched Park Zhongmin endure the pain and limped to him: "Want to die or live?"

"To live, to live."

"Well then, write down everything you've done in Da Mao Yang Xing over the years."

"Yes Yes."

"Second, call Jiro Matsumoto and ask him to go to Room 318 of the Huizhong Hotel in an hour, and say you have important information to report!"

(End of this chapter)