bookcurios Chapter 141 Interrogation of Cheng Wang
Chapter 141 Interrogation of Cheng Wang
It was already September of 1942, the height of autumn, but Xie Wuwei felt a chill.
After get off work, he lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. Lin Ruotang glanced at Xie Wuwei and asked in a low voice:
"What should we do now?"
"We must save Cheng Wang..."
Xie Wuwei opened his eyes and looked at Lin Ruotang, his eyes full of sadness.
"You will only be safe if Cheng Wang admits that he is Lao Jiu. This is also the best...choice for us."
He uttered the last two words with difficulty, as if there was a razor blade in his throat.
Xie Wuwei lay on the sofa with his back to Lin Ruotang and said in a muffled voice:
"Don't get involved in this matter. I will arrange it."
Lin Ruotang was about to say something, but Xie Wuwei stood up and went to the bathroom.
After entering the bathroom, Xie Wuwei clenched his fists, his eyes seemed to be bloodshot, and pounded the wall.
Lin Ruotang stood at the door, listening to the muffled noise coming from the room.
The next day, in the Secret Service Bureau.
When Zhou Qin arrived at the interrogation room, she saw Cheng Wang, who was dying, and went forward to check his pulse.
"Alive."
She turned around and asked Guan Hao,
"Who hit me?"
Guan Hao frowned and said:
"Xie Wuwei hit me. He seemed quite angry."
Zhou Qin frowned and didn't ask any more questions, but pinched Cheng Wang's cheek.
"Cheng Wang, let me ask you again, are you Lao Jiu?"
"no…"
Seeing Cheng Wang still being stubborn, Zhou Qin's face darkened.
"Who is Lao Ba?"
Hearing Lao Ba, Cheng Wang's eyebrows moved. Zhou Qin grabbed his hair and asked viciously:
"Who is Lao Ba?"
There was a scar on Cheng Wang's face, still dripping with blood. When he heard this, he opened his eyes and stared at Zhou Qin with a wavering expression.
"have no idea."
Seeing that Cheng Wang refused to say anything and had no relatives at home to threaten him, Zhou Qin felt a bit awkward for a moment. Cheng Wang was so stubborn.
Xie Wuwei walked into the interrogation room smoking a cigarette and found Zhou Qin and Guan Hao already in the interrogation room. He asked with a half-smile:
"Director Zhou, have you found out anything?"
Zhou Qin sat beside her with a sullen face. Lin Ruotang also came over with documents and whispered in Zhou Qin's ear:
"It's a call from Major Nakai. He said he'd be coming over."
Zhou Qin's expression changed and she nodded slightly.
"I see."
Xie Wuwei pulled out the whip, but Zhou Qin quickly stopped him.
"Alright, Major Nakai will be here soon, so don't beat him unconscious."
When Xie Wuwei heard this, he flicked the whip, sat down on his seat, leaned one hand on the table, smoked a cigarette, and looked at Cheng Wang with deep eyes.
"Major Nakai!"
Zhou Qin stood up and shouted with a smile on her face.
Xie Wuwei stood slowly at the back.
Lin Ruotang glanced at Cheng Wang worriedly. Cheng Wang lowered his head. When he realized something, he raised his head and pulled the corners of his mouth, wanting to smile, but found that he couldn't do it, so he lowered his head dejectedly.
"Hey, Director Zhou, you're really capable. You've already caught Lao Ba?"
Zhou Qin's expression froze, and she could only bite the bullet and say:
"It's not the eighth one, it's the ninth one."
Hearing this, Nakai Ichiro turned his head and looked back at her in surprise.
"Lao Jiu?"
Zhou Qin immediately stepped forward and was about to explain, but Nakai Ichiro said with a smile:
"It doesn't matter. If we catch 'Old Nine', we'll be close to catching 'Old Eight'."
Hearing him say this, Zhou Qin also breathed a sigh of relief.
Nakai Ichiro sat in the middle seat and said to Zhou Qin:
"Did he tell me who 'Old Eight' is?"
Zhou Qin shook her head, and Nakai Ichiro was not angry either. He waved his hand and
"Continue the interrogation!"
Xie Wuwei gave up the whip and walked to the branding iron. Zhou Qin hurriedly shouted:
"Use the tiger bench first, don't knock him out right away."
Cheng Wang was trapped on the stool. Xie Wuwei first placed three bricks under his feet and mechanically asked:
"Who is Lao Ba?"
Cheng Wang looked at Xie Wuwei steadily and replied weakly:
"I have no idea!"
Xie Wuwei secretly clenched his fists, his eyes darkened, and he placed another brick.
"Are you Lao Jiu?"
"what!"
His legs were suddenly lifted up, and his whole body seemed to be broken in half. Cheng Wang couldn't help but let out a scream.
Xie Wuwei continued to place bricks, but Cheng Wang just screamed and could not get anything out of him.
At this time, Nakai Ichiro said:
"Section Chief Xie's method is too old-fashioned. He won't get anything out of it."
After he finished speaking, he said to Watanabe,
"Take him to the electric chair."
Cheng Wang had seen the power of the electric chair before. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he was worried that he could not bear it.
He was dragged to the electric chair. A burst of electricity passed through him, and Cheng Wang lost control of his bladder. His eyes rolled back. Nakai Ichiro stepped forward, holding his nose, and asked:
"Are you Lao Jiu?"
Cheng Wang's face was trembling, and he answered weakly:
"I... am... Old Nine!"
Nakai Ichiro smiled with satisfaction and said to Zhou Qin:
"Looks like I have to take action!"
Lin Ruotang's fingers were clenched together tightly, her body was trembling slightly, and her breathing changed slightly. Zhou Qin noticed it and turned around to look at Lin Ruotang.
"What happened to Secretary Lin?"
When Nakai Ichiro heard this, he turned around and looked at Lin Ruotang.
Xie Wuwei pinched his fingers together so hard that the blue veins on the back of his hands could be seen. When he heard this, a dark flash came into his eyes, and he turned to look at Lin Ruotang.
Even Cheng Wang struggled to open his eyes and stare at Lin Ruotang closely. If Lin Ruotang was exposed, all his suffering would be in vain.
Lin Ruotang's face turned pale. She took out a handkerchief and covered her mouth with tears in the corners of her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Director Zhou, I'm really still not used to the interrogation room!"
Ichiro Nakai also saw Lin Ruotang being locked in the interrogation room, and she fainted after coming out.
"Secretary Lin, you need to learn to grow up and stop being as timid as your uncle!"
Nakai Ichiro thought of Jin Dayong who was going to find treasure for him, and his expression eased slightly. Secretary Lin was now a relative of the God of Wealth, so he couldn't be blamed. He had a hypocritical smile on his face.
"Secretary Lin, if you're not used to it, you can go out and wait."
Lin Ruotang looked grateful and said weakly:
"Thank you, Major Nakai!"
After she finished speaking, she looked at Zhou Qin, who nodded slightly, and Lin Ruotang walked out.
After Lin Ruotang went out, she leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, tears rolling down her eyes.
"Secretary Lin, what's wrong with you?"
When she heard the secret service's questioning, she waved her hands and covered her chest.
"It's a little scary. I'm a little scared. I need to take it easy."
Seeing that man leave, Lin Ruotang squatted down and buried himself in his arms.
At this time, Nakai Ichiro hurriedly asked:
"Who is Lao Ba?"
Cheng Wang's eyes were a little dazed. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he closed his eyes, like a broken doll without life.
Xie Wuwei pursed his lips, twitched his little finger, and stepped forward with a stern face to check for a pulse. He turned to Nakai Ichiro and said:
"Alive, but passed out."
Nakai Ichiro put his hands on his hips and sighed.
"We almost knew who the Eighth was."
He said to Zhou Qin,
"Send him for treatment. Don't let him die. I want to know who Lao Ba is."
"Understood!"
After Zhou Qin finished speaking, she raised her chin slightly, and two people came up with a stretcher and carried Cheng Wang away.
When Nakai Ichiro came out, he saw Lin Ruotang huddled in a ball at the door, and sighed and shook his head.
"She is indeed Jin Dayong's niece..."
After Nakai Ichiro left, Lin Ruotang stood up and saw Cheng Wang being carried to the infirmary. Her eyes lit up. This might be a good opportunity.