"Bang!"

Sun Dawan shot another shot outside.

Unfortunately, it still missed.

He sighed.

If it had been before, it would have been one shot at a time.

It's a pity that I haven't shot for so many years, and I'm rusty.

Moreover, his right hand was crippled in that killing of the Japanese, which is equivalent to wasting most of his skills.

There were at least ten or more Japanese troops outside.

"Hi, Mr. Sun Xiaobao."

Suddenly, a voice came: "Please don't shoot, I hope we can have a good talk." ”

"Yes." Sun Xiaobao smiled: "Come in, I want to see how I was exposed." ”

In fact, he himself knew very well that the Japanese had not exerted any force before, otherwise, they would have rushed in a long time ago.

After a while, several Japanese soldiers walked in and pointed their guns at Sun Dawan.

Sun Dawan didn't panic, and took a sip of the big bowl of tea in front of him.

"Hello, Mr. Sun." Another Japanese officer walked in: "I'm Hitotsugu Matsumoto, you should see that today, no matter what, you can't run away." ”

"yes, I'm not going to run anymore." Sun Dawan glanced at his right hand: "If it weren't for the crippled hand of mine, I would have been able to kill at least a few." ”

Matsumoto Renji suddenly realized, no wonder the famous killer gun is so inaccurate: "What's wrong with your hand?" ”

"What's wrong? Injured when Doboro unplugged your contact point. ”

Hitoshi Matsumoto is rejoicing.

Shanghai Devil!

The person in front of him is really likely to be a Shanghai ghost!

"Mr. Sun." Matsumoto Hitotsugu controlled his excitement: "Can you tell me about that assassination?" I'm interested in that. ”

"Absolutely." Sun Dawan smiled: "I remember that night it rained......"

He clearly recounted the entire process of the assassination that day, even including some details that only those who were at the scene at the time knew.

Not a single ounce was missed.

Matsumoto Renji can finally be sure that this Sun Dawan, Sun Xiaobao, is the "Shanghai Devil" that Japanese agents have been looking for for more than five years!

But who would have thought that the dignified Shanghai devil would hide in such a place with such an identity?

After speaking, Sun Dawan asked: "I'm curious, in the past five years, I have been hiding myself very well, how did you find out?" ”

"Because of me."

A person walked in.

Miao Chengfang!

"Miao Fuhuang!"

Sun Dawan hissed out: "It's you!" ”

"Please call me Miao Chengfang." Miao Chengfang said lightly: "It's me." ”

"Traitor!"

Sun Dawan roared wildly and raised his gun.

"Bang"!

It was Sun Dawan who fell.

Miao Chengfang's muzzle was still emitting green smoke.

Sun Xiaobao is dead.

At the moment when Miao Chengfang fired, he made one last eye contact with Sun Xiaobao.

What is written in Sun Xiaobao's eyes is relief, gratitude, and farewell.

Farewell, little treasure.

You must die, you must not fall into the hands of the Japanese.

Thank you, Xiaobao!

"Mr. Miao, you draw your gun quickly and accurately." At this moment, Matsumoto Rentsugu's mood was excited.

The "Shanghai Devil" who had changed his reputation among Japanese agents was finally dead.

With this alone, I have made a contribution.

The gift that Miao Chengfang gave himself was too precious.

And Miao Chengfang's cruelty to his own people is also unexpected.

Miao Chengfang put away the gun and took out his pipe: "Search here, but in my opinion, I'm afraid there will be no gain, this person has long been a waste, he has been hiding for five years, and there is no use value for the Chinese side......"

……

“…… After Mr. Miao recruited me, I joined the Lixing Society at that time, and was later ordered to conduct an undercover ...... in Wuxi."

In the interrogation room, Tian Qi carefully talked about why he became Miao Chengfang's subordinate.

The person in charge of interrogating him was Kojiro Kawamoto, who listened very carefully, for fear of missing any loopholes that might appear.

"Some time ago, a month ago to be exact, when I was on a mission, Mr. Miao suddenly found me and asked me to prepare and go back to the Japanese with him......"

"Wait."

Kojiro Kawamoto interrupted him: "Mr. Tian, you are Meng Shaoyuan's fierce general, isn't it more valuable for you to stay by his side?" You and Mr. Miao won't be unaware of this, right? ”

"We've thought about it." Tian Qi replied calmly: "However, you don't know how terrifying Meng Shaoyuan is. What is going on in your heart, he will know in the next second......"

Kojiro Kawamoto certainly knows.

He had dealt with Meng Shaoyuan more than once, and the psychological knowledge he had been proud of before was as childish and ridiculous as a child discussing academic issues with a professor in front of Meng Shaoyuan.

Tian Qi didn't know much about psychology, but he knew that Kojiro Kawamoto was afraid of Meng Shaoyuan.

There is an old Chinese saying that "once you are bitten by a snake for ten years, you are afraid of the well rope".

I need to keep mentioning this "snake", and the other party will feel afraid, and perhaps, during the interrogation process, I can get rid of my passivity a little.

He got it right.

In psychology, this is called psychological repression, using the patient's worst fears to constantly stimulate the other person to achieve certain goals.

That's what Kojiro Kawamoto was thinking at this time.

Even himself, an expert who has studied in the United States, is still vulnerable in front of Meng Shaoyuan, let alone a person like Tian Qi.

Even, he had some sympathy for Tian Qi's situation.

"Mr. Miao once told me not to forget my identity and not to assassinate the Japanese, otherwise, it will be very troublesome in the future." Tian Qi continued to say steadily: "So, after the Battle of Shanghai broke out, I killed all the so-called traitors of the Chinese, and I did not kill a single Japanese. You can look into this. ”

Kojiro Kawamoto questioned Tian Qi for more than two hours, and he would ask very carefully about everything.

Tian Qi's answer was like a stream.

"I didn't find any flaws in our conversation, and your answer was perfect." Kojiro Kawamoto smiled slightly: "But there is a famous agent who once said that the more flawless the thing, the more likely it is to be faked......"

He was mentally inducing.

"Some famous agent", "some famous scientist", "my friend, my relative" used to say......

Once these ambiguous words come out of the mouth of a psychologist and never say the specific name, this is a typical psychological induction.

If the patient is misled and believes the so-called "truth", it is really difficult to change it.

"I'm not lying." Tian Qi was expressionless: "I don't know what perfection is, but what I say is true, and I don't understand, why is it wrong to say the truth?" ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tian Qi." Kojiro Kawamoto covered up the interrogation transcript: "Your answer is very good, at least with me, there is no pass, I maintain strong suspicion of you, thinking that you are sent by the Chinese to lurk." I can tell you why, when I say those perfect words, the person being interrogated is at least panicked, upset, or angry, but you don't, not at all, you act too calmly.

This calm, in general, will only come after many rehearsals, and after you have identified the various circumstances that will arise during the interrogation. So, I'm going to have to do something rude to you. ”

"Whatever." Tian Qi sighed: "You can do what you want." ”

……

Screams rang out in the interrogation room.

Tian Qi was beaten to a blur of flesh and blood, fainted several times, and was woken up by cold water several times.

Kojiro Kawamoto was drinking tea there and didn't ask a word from beginning to end.

Asking questions while torturing is the most stupid thing to do.

A determined agent, specially trained.

You ask him a question, he refuses to answer, you hit him, and you ask him to answer, but he still refuses. Why?

Because during repeated torture and repeated punishment, his mental and physical torture was synchronized, and in short, he had gradually adapted to it.

The correct thing to do is to destroy his physical body first, and once the physical body is hit hard, his spirit will inevitably be affected.

If you ask again at this time, his answer will always show flaws.

When Tian Qi woke up again, Kawamoto Kojiro felt that it was almost over, he stood up and walked in front of Tian Qi: "Answer me, your name?" ”

"Tian Qi."

"Your first job?"

"Chef."

"When did you join the Lixing Society?"

Kojiro Kawamoto kept asking simple questions over and over again.

This is to continue to relax Tian Qi's spirit.

"I ......" Tian Qi groaned in pain: "19...... 24 years ......"

"Nonsense!" Kojiro Kawamoto was stunned: "In 1924? At that time, there was no Lixing Club, how old are you! ”

……

"Tian Qi, remember." Meng Shaoyuan said with a serious face: "When you start to lurk one day, if the other party keeps asking you some simple questions, it means that you have started to set a trap." ”

"What should I do?"

"For every two or three true answers that he answers, he must answer one wrong answer. The simpler the question, the more you have to answer it incorrectly. You have to take the initiative of the interrogation into your own hands. At the same time, you can disguise some physical discomfort, such as mental trance, which can successfully disguise why you can answer such simple questions incorrectly, so that all the other person's preparations are in vain! ”

……

Tian Qi always remembered what Meng Shaoyuan told him.

He was in great pain, but he found that he didn't have to pretend to be unwell, and anyone would be in a trance after going through the terrible criminal laws just now.

Kojiro Kawamoto asked again, "Who are you in your family?" ”

"My Father, Mother......"

"What do they do?"

"All those who farm the land are farmers."

"Who are you?"

"Me? Shanghainese ...... Shanghai, it's beautiful. ”

"Bastard, how could you be Shanghainese!"