At the door of the room on the first floor, Tao Canhua was slumped on the wooden floor. In front of him, the little boy he had held hostage was now kneeling on the ground with his hands on his throat, struggling in pain but silently.
Dark red blood gurgled out from between the fingertips of this devil cub, staining his neck and the small white suit on his body with dark patches.
"Canhua, are you okay?" Wei Ran was the first to recover and asked in a low voice.
"No, it's okay!" As Tao Canhua spoke, he subconsciously rubbed his thighs, then struggled to stand up and spoke faster, "This child..."
"Mr. Zhida, do you need me to save it?" Wei Ran asked calmly in Zhida's ear, "Look, the shot you just shot seemed to have almost killed him."
Hearing this, Ueda simply closed his eyes.
"Canhua, kill that child. It seems that Mr. Zhitian doesn't care about his life or death." Wei Ran said in a calm tone, and Zhitian also shivered.
"Save, save Haka." Ueda, whose jaw was dislocated, said vaguely.
"You have to pay for the consultation fee," Wei Ran reminded him unhurriedly.
Hearing this, Ueda nodded hard with his chin shaking uncontrollably.
"There are Japanese soldiers and patrol police coming outside," Guan Bingwen reminded.
“It’s time to get out of here”
Wei Ran said, dragging Zhi Tian to the door first, and at the same time reminded,
"Take that little brat and that little bitch."
Before he finished speaking, Tao Canhua stood up with his hands on his thighs, and then picked up the injured little boy.
At the same time, Guan Bingwen also picked up the kimono woman who had been knocked unconscious by Wei Ran, and followed her to the gate.
"Where are we going?"
While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already opened the door of the car belonging to Xu Qing Letter Apartment, and pushed Ueda, whose hands were dislocated, into the passenger compartment.
"We can't go back to the study apartment anyway." As Tao Canhua spoke, he also stuffed the injured child into the back car.
At the same time, Guan Bingwen loaded the cheongsam woman he was carrying into the trunk of Ueda's car parked at the door. He also got into the cab, and at the same time suggested, "How about we go and do nothing?"
"No, French Concession, let's go to the French Concession."
Wei Ran, who also got into the back seat of the car, made an unexpected decision, "Canhua, do you remember that house in the French Concession? Let's go there."
"Remember!" Tao Canhua's eyes lit up, obviously he knew exactly which house Wei Ran was talking about.
"Let's go, don't turn on the lights."
Wei Ran gave the last instructions, and when Tao Canhua started the car, he immediately took out the flashlight and checked the little boy in the back seat.
I don't know whether it was luck or misfortune, but the shot fired by Ueda in panic almost shattered the little boy's throat, but luckily it did not damage the fatal blood vessels in the neck.
After confirming that the pistol bullet was not stuck in the wound, Wei Ran turned the face of the little boy whose throat was cut by the bullet to one side, took out the medical box under the cover of night, and rummaged through several things.
.
After putting away the box, he completed the tracheal intubation on the little Baga almost in the dark and injected a small amount of morphine.
Almost at the same time that he completed his main work, the two cars also drove into Sanguang'er, circled inside and then drove into the French Concession.
After a lot of twists and turns, when he finally parked the car at the door of the small building he had visited twice, Wei Ran discovered that the place was almost completely deserted. Through the hollow in the iron gate, he could clearly see the courtyard.
There are clumps of weeds inside and the remaining seals on the iron gate.
After pushing the door and getting out of the car, Wei Ran first opened the door for Ueda, who had dislocated his hands, and then took out the little guy who was intubated.
Without letting him wait long, Guan Bingwen pried open the door lock. At the same time, Tao Canhua also got into the cab of the car that the former had just driven and drove it into the yard full of weeds.
Glancing at Zhitian who was following Wei Ran, Guan Bingwen whispered, "You guys hide inside for now. I'll drive your car away and draw attention away. I'll come back later."
"be safe"
Wei Ran whispered the instructions and stopped talking nonsense. He let Tao Canhua hold the shovel in one hand and the 26-style wheel in the other, and carefully walked into the dark first floor in the night.
In the place where the flashlight swept, almost everything as far as the eye could see was all kinds of garbage. Even on the surrounding walls, there were still water lines left by the flood, just like the water lines left by the flood here since the summer of 1939.
After the flood, it seemed as if it had been completely forgotten.
Ueda was urged to go up to the second floor. Over the past few years, a considerable part of the second floor had collapsed, but at the same time, part of it still maintained its intact outline.
What Wei Ran and Tao Canhua didn't expect was that on the floor of the hall on the second floor, there were still several corpses that were already dilapidated and almost turned into bones!
After placing the little guy in his arms on a dusty table and tying up his limbs, Wei Ran took out a handkerchief and covered his injured throat, and then said, "Canhua, go downstairs.
Keep an eye on the girl in the car and remember to search her body carefully to see if there is anything that could hurt anyone. Also, remember to look through Mr. Ueda's suitcase and the bag I brought back. There might be something in there.
What an interesting discovery.”
"But..." Tao Canhua hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and left the second floor alone with a flashlight.
Pulling Ueda to a position against the wall, Wei Ran stepped on the soles of his feet and pushed them away. With a crunching sound, Ueda couldn't help but let out a muffled groan as his knee joints were removed.
However, Wei Ran did not stop, and then followed the same pattern and separated the knee joint of his other leg.
It wasn't over yet. While Tao Canhua was going downstairs, he first picked up a few dusty rags and stuffed Zhitian's mouth, and then took out the medical kit under the cover of the old sofa in the room.
After briefly treating the wound on the little boy's throat to ensure that he would not choke to death on his own blood, Wei Ran stingily stopped and selected a few medical instruments from the medical box.
, in the midst of Ueda’s screams and wails, he pulled out all the teeth in his mouth with great violence.
"Danglang"
As the last bloody tooth was thrown into a dusty tea tray, Wei Ran helped it remove the blockage from its mouth and reinstall the dislocated mandible.
"Let's not waste time"
Wei Ran pointed to the little boy lying on the table shrouded in moonlight not far away, "Mr. Zhida, answer the questions I asked honestly. If the answers satisfy me, I don't mind saving that child."
"answer your question?"
Ueda, whose mouth was full of blood, snorted contemptuously, "You are not qualified to ask me questions, go and call your commander."
"OK"
Wei Ran responded happily, then turned around and walked downstairs, "I'll go talk to the woman downstairs first. You can talk about old times with your son first."
After saying that, Wei Ran disappeared into the stairwell filled with all kinds of garbage without even waiting for Ueda to speak.
"Why are you down too?"
In the open space in front of the door on the first floor, Tao Canhua, who was preparing to tie up the cheongsam woman with a rope, asked curiously.
"Let Ueda calm down first."
As he spoke, Wei Ran knelt down in front of the still unconscious woman, picked up her chin and looked at her, then even opened her thin lips and touched her teeth with blood-stained fingers.
The bumpy and bumpy touch on her hands undoubtedly confirmed the type of this woman. Not only that, this woman in kimono didn't seem to be very old, and she looked like she was less than thirty years old.
Without any psychological pressure, he groped around the woman's body to make sure she didn't hide anything deadly. He then pinched open the woman's mouth and shined a flashlight inside, and saw that there was no hidden substance in her cheeks that seemed deadly.
wax pill, and then turned off the flashlight.
"What happened to your leg?" Wei Ran glanced at Tao Canhua who was limping and asked, "Did that shot hit you?"
“So be it”
As he spoke, Tao Canhua took out the gold bar he kept from his trouser pocket and showed it to Wei Ran. He said with a thankful face, "After that bullet hit the child, it happened to be
I fell on this gold brick, but it helped me block it, but my thighs were bruised."
He took the gold bar from the opponent's hand and glanced at it. There was actually a deformed bullet embedded in the middle of the gold bar.
"Keep it, this thing is so memorable."
As Wei Ran spoke, he returned the gold bar to Tao Canhua. Then he got into the car and began to open Ueda's suitcase and the passports, U.S. dollars and other items he found.
However, when he really focused his attention and the beam of the flashlight on the brown leather suitcase, he couldn't help but be stunned.
He didn't even need to open it. Just by looking at the three locks of the suitcase, he could recognize it at a glance. It was a British B2 spy radio!
Of course he could recognize it. He had seen such old antiques with his own eyes when he was at the Hongqi Forest Farm - there were many such old objects in Culp's collection, he just hadn't gotten his hands on them personally.
Sure enough, when he used the hairpin to pry open the three locks of the suitcase, there was indeed a set of B2 radios inside.
However, the appearance of this radio station made him even more confused. How could Ueda have something that only a British spy could possess? Putting the radio station aside, he turned to pick up the contents of the safe.
canvas pocket.
There are quite a few passports from various countries in this bag. In addition to Ueda, the owners of the passports are the little boy with an injured throat, and the Baga woman who is tied to the tire of the car and is still in a coma.
However, in these passports, the identities of these three people have been changing. Sometimes the three of them have the same last name, and sometimes they have different names, and even their nationalities keep changing.
The most exaggerated thing is that there are even a few passports from the Republic of China. The owner of the passport is the Baga woman outside, but the name and other information registered on it are completely his cousin Meixiang or even Jasmine or...
Qiushi’s identity information!
I'm pretty good at playing with special codes...
Wei Ran murmured while flipping through the stacks of dollars again. Seeing that there was nothing important, he picked up the British spy radio and went back to the second floor.
"Where did this radio station come from?" Weiran asked straight to the point, but Ueda, who had dislocated his limbs, chose to remain silent.
“Still a tough guy”
Wei Ran muttered with great interest, holding the bayonet and walked to the little boy with the intubation in his neck, "Where did the radio come from?"
"Using a child to blackmail is too shameful." Ueda mocked.
"Mr. Ueda overestimated me. I have never been a person who can stand on the stage."
Wei Ran said, but he had already pulled one of the little guy's hands over and put it on the edge of the table, "I heard that you have a tradition of cutting off your little finger to apologize for sins. How about the son pays for the sin of the father?"
"Whatever you want," Ueda replied with a sneer.
"Well, I really don't want to do anything to children."
Wei Ran shook the bayonet in his hand and stuck it on a chair on the side. He tied the little guy's limbs to the table legs with strips of cloth. Then he walked to Ueda's side, picked up the rag and stuffed it again.
Entered his mouth and tied it with a rope.
"If you can't bear it anymore and decide to answer my question, just shake your head."
Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he opened the joint of his left thumb with a "click!" At the same time, Ueda also let out a scream that was stuck in his throat.
Next, on the second floor shrouded in moonlight, there was a crisp clicking sound that never stopped.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As joint after joint was disassembled, Ueda's body gradually became limp, as if he had turned into a puppet on strings.
However, until Wei Ran took apart the last joint he could take apart, Ueda, who was already in pain and sweating profusely, still did not shake his head.
"I call this torture method shadow puppetry."
Wei Ran moved his hands and introduced in Japanese to the panting Ueda, "I invented it myself, and it was also a graduation project left by my teacher for me. Unfortunately, I finished my graduation project, and I
But I was fired, so this graduation project was never completed.
You are good. I have been looking for someone like you who can make me motivated and guilt-free. I will let you help me complete this graduation project later. If it fails, I will do it again with the following woman.
And then there’s the little guy.”
Having said this, Wei Ran had already gone downstairs and walked into the deserted yard.
"Did the little guy survive?" Tao Canhua, who was guarding the gate, asked in a low voice.
"It will take a while"
As Wei Ran spoke, he had already walked to the car, rummaged around in the trunk and took out an axe, went to the courtyard wall and chopped down a bamboo as thick as his wrist.
"What are you doing with bamboo?" Tao Canhua asked curiously.
"Making splints"
Wei Ran responded with a natural expression and went upstairs again carrying the one-meter-long piece of fresh bamboo.
Under Ueda's horrified gaze, Wei Ran broke open the bamboo. Wei Ran used his bayonet to slowly cut out a few bamboo sticks that could be used for barbecue, and then dragged Ueda, who was limp and out of control, to the broken sofa.
Gently picking up one of its hands and placing it on the armrest, Wei Ran put a bamboo stick against its wrist joints and said with a crazy smile on his face, "Next, I will put it in every joint of yours."
They all nailed a bamboo stick into the sofa.
Of course, you don’t have to worry, the bamboo stick is thin enough and you won’t bleed much, so according to my design, you won’t die.”
Before he finished speaking, the bamboo stick in Wei Ran's hand had already passed through the dislocated wrist joint as Ueda shook his head wildly, and with a "pop" it penetrated into the already cracked sofa.
“This has just begun, why can’t I stand it?”
Wei Ran threw the dozen bamboo sticks he was holding on the table in dissatisfaction, and helped Ueda fix his chin with a click, and even helped him move a bit, and then asked, "Where is the radio station?"
Coming?"
Ueda, who was shaking all over in pain, answered with difficulty, "When we occupied the British and French Concession, we found it from the British consulate."
"Tell me about the crane organization," Wei Ran lit a cigarette and asked, "Who took the lead in establishing it, how many people there are, where are they, and Furukawa's identity."
However, when this question was asked, Ueda shuddered and chose silence again.
"Okay, keep playing."
Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already blocked Zhitian's mouth with a rag. Ignoring his frantic shaking of his head, he picked up a bamboo stick and nailed it into the sofa through his finger knuckles.
Pulling out the cloth again, Ueda suddenly started shouting for help in Japanese.
Covering the other person's mouth, Wei Ran pinched his cheeks and stuffed the ball of cloth inside, then ignored his frantic shaking of his head and continued to complete his graduation project with a cold face.
In the severe pain again and again, all the joints of Ueda's arm, starting from the shoulder, were nailed to the sofa with bamboo sticks. He himself was already in a state of embarrassment due to the severe pain, where he was urinating and crying.
Pulling out the cloth again, Wei Ran lit another cigarette and said with a cold face, "Keep shouting?"
This time, Ueda just shook his head in despair and said to himself, "You are abusing prisoners of war. According to the Japanese..."
"Intelligence officers do not enjoy the treatment of prisoners of war. What's more, I am just a bodyguard and I don't have to abide by the Geneva Convention."
Wei Ran reminded him while whittling a bamboo stick, "So if you talk nonsense again, I'll put your other hand on the sofa."
"I am not the one who led the establishment of He, but I am the only one who knows all the secrets of He." Zhida looked at Wei Ran as if he had a chance to win, "I want to negotiate terms with you."
"Say," Wei Ran responded simply, and at the same time poked a cut bamboo stick on the sofa.
Shivering subconsciously, Ueda put forward his conditions, "You must save the child first, and you must let me see the child and his mother board the passenger ship bound for England."
"Answer the questions I just asked first. I want to see your value." Wei Ran said seriously.
"There are thirteen cranes in total"
Ueda said tremblingly, "Only they themselves know how many crane feathers each of them has. I am only responsible for gathering intelligence and transmitting orders. I don't know where they are or their identities."
"Furukawa's identity"
"He is from the Black Dragon Association's pioneering group and is responsible for providing financial support to the crane I am responsible for." Ueda immediately answered.
"So what is your purpose of borrowing the Chunhua Opera Troupe?" Wei Ran asked slowly.
"The war will be over soon, and the orders we have received are dormant."
Ueda explained, "Chunhua Troupe, Meixiang and Xiao Su's mother are the best disguised identities."
"Including Xiao Su's mother?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows, "So you are planning to kill Furukawa?"
"He knows too many secrets," Ueda said after a moment of silence, "Crane should not be controlled by the Black Dragon Society."
"Yumi is also a crane?"
"She is the thirteenth crane, who is responsible for supervising me."
Ueda said, "I originally planned to use this incident to let her take her Crane Feather to replace Chunhua Opera Troupe and Meixiang's identity. Taking this opportunity, I took my wife to escape from the Crane Organization and the Chinese battlefield to start a new life."
Life."
"So your bargaining chip is the communication password and list of those 12 cranes?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.
"Can we trade?" Ueda asked with a sigh of relief.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The lie was well written, I almost believed it." As Wei Ran spoke, he picked up the rag and stuffed it into Zhida's mouth again.
Ignoring the old guy who was shaking his head crazily, Wei Ran nailed his other arm and two legs to the armrest of the sofa, and used this to verify again and again.
Just when he was about to pull out all the bamboo sticks and ask for the communication password and list, Guan Bingwen came up from downstairs.
Guan Bingwen was obviously startled when he saw Ueda with both arms and legs tied to the armrests of the sofa.
"Wei, Brother Wei, what are you doing?" Guan Bingwen asked with a frown.
"Making specimens," Wei Ran responded nonchalantly, "How is the situation?"
"I drove the car into the Haihe River"
After Guan Bingwen finished speaking, he couldn't help but look at Zhitian again, "What did you ask?"
"I have asked some questions and verified them several times, but the most important thing has not been asked yet, and he is still lying." Wei Ran said, and informed Guan Bingwen of the information he had just asked.
"Then the child is still alive?" Guan Bingwen turned to look at the child tied to the table.
"I'm sure I'm alive. Don't worry about my craftsmanship." Wei Ran replied confidently, "Should I continue to ask?"
"No"
Guan Bingwen walked up to Zhitian and said with an indifferent expression, "There is no need to insist anymore. Your nominal wife and the crane downstairs have all been recruited."
"What did you say?" Ueda suddenly raised his head.
"That big opium shop on the Haihe River, next to the pier."
After Guan Bingwen reported an address, he walked to the back of the sofa and asked in a low voice, "Youmi is not a crane. She can only be regarded as a crane feather, right?"
Ignoring Zhita who was banging the back of the seat crazily with the back of his head, Guan Bingwen picked up the ball of cloth full of saliva and blood and blocked Zhita's mouth, then tied it carefully with a cloth strip, and then said, "Wei
Brother, we have to go back to the dormitory to get some stuff first."
"Where's this side?" Wei Ran asked as he followed the other person downstairs.
"Uncle Mute is downstairs, just leave the rest to him."
"How did you ask just now?" Wei Ran asked curiously. He knew that Uncle Mute was there. When he was busy just now, Uncle Mute stood at the top of the stairs and took a look.
"Uncle Mute brought the woman up to take a look," Guan Bingwen said with a grin, "Then the woman said everything. She cherishes her life far more than Ueda."
"Working in vain"
Wei Ran muttered, but his tone was full of joy. He had finally made up for himself for the "several years" of suffering.
