Qian Jinxun's tone was still cold, and he said: "You still have nine fingernails and ten toenails, ah? I won't embarrass you. Let's talk about the unimportant things first. For example, what is your real name? As long as you say

If you do, I can give you a cigarette first and put you down from the shelf. How about that? You know, your real name has almost no value, right? It doesn't hurt to tell you."

Su Rui took a breath, still crying, and said: "Sir, I...I was really wronged. You really arrested the wrong person..."

Qian Jinxun snorted coldly and said: "Old Jin, pull out all the rest of his nails. This time you have to go more slowly to let Mr. Su feel it."

"Understood." Jin Fang said, with a ferocious smile, he picked up the iron drill again and started to nail Su Rui's nails one by one. Suddenly, there were bursts of screams throughout the torture room.

This time, Jin Fang followed Qian Jinxun's instructions and the process of pulling out the nails was three or four times slower than the first time. Therefore, the pain suffered by Su Rui was two or three times greater. Finally, on the fourth

Just when Jin Fang's nails were driven in, his cry suddenly included a Japanese sentence: "I'm looking forward to it!!"

After Fan Keqin heard this, he immediately said: "Stop." Jin Fang immediately let go of his hand.

Fan Keqin stared at him and asked: "What's wrong? Mr. Su wants to say something?"

The muscles on Su Rui's face twitched, and finally he nodded, and said in a huff, "I...my name is Heigong Jiro. I am leaving the city in the south, not to go to Lijiatun, but...but to go to Xiaowangzhuang."

Qian Jinxun had a trace of pride on his face, waved his hand and said: "This is a good start, Mr. Pinggong, I will fulfill my promise. Lao Jin, put it down for him."

"Yes!" Jin Fang replied, and stepped forward to release him from the iron frame, but then put handcuffs on him, and then held him on the iron chair in the middle of the ground.

Qian Jinxun took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, put it in his mouth and lit it, then took it out and said, "Smoke it for him."

Jin Fang took it, returned to Su Rui, put the cigarette in the other's mouth. Then with a ferocious smile on his face, he retreated to the wall hung with torture instruments.

Qian Jinxun said: "Look, I am very sincere. But Mr. Pinggong, where is your sincerity?"

Jiro Hiramiya took a shuddering breath and said: "At Xiaowangzhuang, someone will pick me up. The secret code is to take a copy of today's New Evening News and roll it into a tube, but it should be pointed at one end and wide at the other, like a funnel.

, clamped in the left armpit. The other party will take the initiative to show up when he sees it."

Fan Keqin stared at him and said, "Isn't there a secret answer?"

Heigong Jiro said: "No, because I can escape to Xiaowangzhuang and I am basically out of danger. So there is no need for code words. As long as the other party has the same newspaper, there will be no problem. I just need to follow him."

Fan Keqin asked: "What time did you agree?"

Jiro Hiramiya said: "Before eleven o'clock."

Fan Keqin looked at his watch and found that it was almost ten o'clock. He immediately stood up, tied up an opened bag on the ground, walked out of the torture room with it in his hand, and then quickly came to the field team upstairs.

, found Zhao Hongliang and said: "Old Zhao, the Japanese spies have been recruited. You and your brothers must rush to Xiaowangzhuang in the south before eleven o'clock and pretend to be a joint. Remember! There is no secret code for joints, only the secret code: one

Zhang's copy of today's New Evening News was rolled up into a funnel shape with a sharp end and a wide end and was tucked under his left armpit. The other party also gave the same newspaper code. When I saw it, I immediately held him down."

Zhao Hongliang stood up and said: "Yes!" Then he waved his hand and said: "Everyone in the first team, follow me."

Fan Keqin reached out and handed the baggage to him and said: "This is the spy's baggage. Take it and don't reveal any flaws."

Zhao Hongliang nodded and said: "Understood." After saying that, he reached out to take it and led a team of agents out of the office.

Seeing this, Fan Keqin left the field team and went to the underground floor again. When he entered the torture room No. 3 again, Jiro Hiramiya had already smoked a cigarette again and was still explaining, saying: "I don't know

I have never seen who these people are. However, I am only a part of the entire plan. I think this should be a team leader. When this plan was customized, he already knew the weaknesses of the entire plan. Therefore, the arrangements were made in advance.

I just need to escape as promised. But I didn't expect that you would find me so quickly."

He spoke neither too fast nor too slow, and his muscles had obviously relaxed. Therefore, Fan Keqin felt that the credibility was relatively high. Moreover, there were no logical problems in the entire explanation. If it had been made up now, in such a short period of time

It is impossible to complete the compilation within a certain period of time.

Qian Jinxun reached out and asked Fan Keqin for a thick black cigar again, holding it in his mouth. He was obviously more relaxed than before. After lighting it, he took a nice puff and said, "How can I find a cigar?"

Gate?"

Jiro Heimiya shook his head and said: "Before I came to Chongqing again, I only met the captain once at the Shanghai headquarters. And I followed his instructions and went to Chongqing. Only he can find me, but I can't take the initiative to contact him."

Qian Jinxun looked at Fan Keqin, who understood what he meant, so he leaned his head over and whispered: "It should be the truth. He doesn't even know the other newspaper seller, so Ichichimon is probably the one who sells newspapers."

After all, there are some differences between an assassination team and a spy. Let’s listen to him first. Anyway, we have caught the newspaper seller. As long as we understand the structure of the assassination team, we will know what he is talking about.

It’s really fake.”

Qian Jinxun nodded, took another puff of cigar, then took out a few photos from his pocket, handed them to Jin Fang, and said: "Mr. Pinggong, take a look, have you seen all the people here?"

Jin Fang showed him these photos one by one. When it came to the third photo, Heimiya Jiro pointed at it and said, "You actually already know the appearance of a captain?"

Qian Jinxun said: "Oh? That means the one in this photo is indeed Ichimon?"

Jiro Hiramiya nodded and said: "Yes, there is at least 90% similarity."

This photo is the Ichimon that Guo Meng drew realistically through his description of riding a chariot. It is obvious that Guo Meng's painting level is indeed very high, and the painting is very similar, otherwise it would be ordinary.

Miyajiro would not be so surprised.

Qian Jinxun took a puff from his cigar, exhaled a long stream of smoke, and said: "King Pinggong, continue to look down, look carefully."

"Yes!" Jiro Hiramiya replied and continued to look down...
Chapter completed!