Zhao Yuanliang left in dismay. He felt that his surrender had failed. People like Hou Liang would not be tempted by money or status, nor would they be afraid of torture.
You can only consider yourself unlucky when you encounter such people. Unfortunately, most underground gangs are like this. Their bodies made of flesh can resist steel, and their will can withstand any torture.
A sense of frustration arose in Zhao Yuanliang's heart, and he had a premonition that this time the joy would be in vain. Capturing the criminal was a victory, but without a confession, a successful arrest would have no meaning.
Weng Bailing and Huang Yanning heard the entire interrogation in the nearby listening room, and they also felt that the situation was not good.
"I have to go back to the Songhu Security Headquarters. We know too little about Hou Liang's situation. We must fully understand his situation before we can make a targeted decision." Huang Yanning said.
"Yes, since he was arrested by us on April 12, there must be a file on him. Deputy Station Chief Huang, go and transfer his information immediately." Weng Bailing loosened his frown and seemed to see it.
A glimmer of hope.
Although Weng Bailing was an outsider in interrogation, he did not want to miss this opportunity anyway and must do everything possible to obtain a confession from Hou Liang.
After Huang Yanning left, Weng Bailing hurried upstairs to report to Dai Li.
After listening to the report, Dai Li nodded and said: "Yes, it looks very good from the beginning. I have personally interrogated hundreds of underground members of the Communist Party of China. I have an experience, that is, don't be anxious, be calm. There are thousands of ways.
Hundreds of kinds, try them one by one slowly."
"But I find it difficult to dig things out of his mouth, so I asked Deputy Station Chief Huang to go to the Security Headquarters to collect information to see if we can find a breakthrough." Weng Bailing said somewhat gloomily.
"As long as he is willing to speak, it is a good thing and there will be a chance to break his will." Dai Li crossed his legs and swayed.
"What do you mean, Chief Dai, is he not a difficult type to deal with?" Weng Bailing asked.
"You haven't seen the type that is difficult to deal with. Have you ever seen someone who didn't say a word from the time he was caught to the time he was executed?" Dai Li said coldly.
"Ah, is there such a person?"
Weng Bailing could not think of such a person who could survive the entire brutal torture without saying a word.
"Yes, there are quite a few. This kind of person gives up hope of survival after being caught, and treats himself as a dead person psychologically. When you torture his body, he is just a bystander, just like you are torturing him.
It's not like him." Dai Li smiled bitterly.
"How is this done? Pain and pain can completely break a person's will." Weng Bailing said to himself.
"You have ignored people's psychological factors. When a person's will is strong enough, he can turn pain into a kind of strength. This is a strange psychological phenomenon that cannot be explained but really exists." Dai Li sighed deeply.
Said in one breath.
Although Weng Bailing and the others had given up any hope for the interrogation, Dai Li had the opposite view. He believed that since Hou Liang was willing to speak and was willing to speak, it was an excellent phenomenon.
Perhaps Hou Liang wanted to despise the interrogators intellectually and volitionally, and even ridicule these people, but in Dai Li's view, this was a foolish approach, and conversely, of course it was extremely beneficial to the interrogators.
On the night when Hou Liang was arrested, the leaders of the Shanghai Underground Party Municipal Committee received information: Liaison Station No. 87 had been exposed and liaison officer Huang Simao died. Hou Liang, the traffic officer of the Working Committee, was arrested by the Shanghai Station of Fuxing Society. Please try to rescue him.
, relevant comrades evacuate as soon as possible.
After receiving the information, Guo Songtao used the emergency contact method discussed with Sheng Muyi that night to get in touch, and then met at the Shanghai Grand Theater.
"One of our comrades was captured by the Fuxing Society. Can you look for opportunities to help us rescue him?"
Outside the Grand Theater, avoiding the crowds, Guo Songtao got straight to the point.
The play performed at the Shanghai Grand Theater today is the Yue Opera "A Fairy's Match".
"What should we do? My brother was detained by them in Nanjing and he can't come back now. Besides, even if he comes back, he may not be able to rescue our comrades." Sheng Muyi suddenly became anxious.
"Do you know anyone else in the Fuxing Club?" Guo Songtao asked.
"There are people, but they are just accountants, so they can't be of much help." Sheng Muyi said.
"As long as there is someone, you can help us inquire about the internal situation, and we will arrange rescue activities. If you get any information, contact me immediately. If necessary, you can use code words on the phone." Guo Songtao said.
"Okay, as you said, I'll hurry up and make arrangements." Sheng Muyi turned and left.
Sheng Muyi's two personal bodyguards also saw Guo Songtao, but they didn't ask much about who he was. For them, it was enough to ensure the safety of the young lady. As for who Sheng Muyi saw, they didn't explain it in their book.
Shortly after Sheng Muyi left, Guo Songtao walked into the Grand Theater, where he also made an appointment with someone from the Special Section of the Shanghai Underground Party to study the rescue operation.
After Sheng Muyi returned, she immediately found Yuan Ziyuan and asked the Fuxing Society if they had arrested an underground party member named Hou Liang.
Yuan Ziyuan was a little confused and said: "It seems that a Communist was captured. I forgot his name. The whole Fuxing Society was full of joy, saying that this was the first Communist they had captured, and there was a commemoration of it."
What’s the meaning?”
She chattered for a long time, and finally asked: "Muyi, why are you asking about this?"
Sheng Muyi smiled and said: "I wasn't the one who inquired. It was the family member named Hou Liang who knew that he was arrested and asked me to inquire about the situation and ask if he could be redeemed with money."
Yuan Ziyuan frowned and said: "I'm afraid this is impossible. If it is a prisoner of another nature, he might be able to be redeemed with money, but money is not a matter of the Communists. They will never let him go."
"Then you can try to help me inquire about the situation. I can't refuse people's requests. They are all business friends and I can't lose face." Sheng Muyi said.
"Uh, isn't it someone from the Communist Party who found you?" Yuan Ziyuan asked suspiciously.
"In other words, Hou Liang is a Communist, but his family members are not. Don't make random guesses." Sheng Muyi said perfunctorily.
Yuan Ziyuan didn't think much about it. She wouldn't believe it if Sheng Muyi had any connection with the Communist Party. First of all, the old man asked no one in the Sheng family to have any contact with the Communist Party.
Sheng Youde's attitude is very clear. He is not against the Communist Party, but he will not be involved with the Communist Party. His personal belief is the Three Democratic Principles advocated by Mr. Sun.
But recently, Sheng Youde has also shown deep concern. There have been constant disputes between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, and the Japanese are secretly gearing up. Where will China go? It has really reached a critical moment.
Since Mr. Sun's death, the Three Principles of the People have changed little by little, drifting further and further away from his original life ideal.
Sheng Muyi returned to her bedroom and called Lu Ming's phone number in the Jinling Hotel room.
"Lu Ming, sister, please do me a favor, can you?" Sheng Muyi said in a delicate voice.
Lu Ming was startled: "Well, sister, can you talk well? Don't scare me."
Sheng Muyi has never begged anyone since she was a child, let alone talked to him in this tone.
"That's it. Your Fuxing Society arrested a man named Hou Liang today. Your people said he was a Communist, but his family said otherwise. He was unjust. Can you let them let him go?
?" Sheng Muyi said.
"Weng Bailing and the others have arrested someone? I don't know at all?" Lu Ming asked doubtfully.
"You are in Nanjing, of course you don't know what is happening in Shanghai. I think you should come back as soon as possible. I heard that Dai Li has also come to Shanghai." Sheng Muyi reminded.
The situation is completely different whether the person is present or not. If you are not present, you will naturally have no right to speak, and it will be difficult for things to develop according to your ideas.
Especially since Lu Ming and Weng Bailing are not of the same mind now, and with the cunning and cunning Dai Li sitting in Shanghai, one can imagine how complicated the matter will be.
"I'll check on the situation first and call you later." Lu Ming hung up the phone.
Then he called Huang Yanning's dormitory, and Huang Yanning answered the phone. The two talked for ten minutes, and then Lu Ming learned what happened.
"I can't help it, Master Lu. Chief Dai is sitting at Shanghai Station. I don't dare to call you casually. Besides, this is not a big deal, so I didn't report it to you in time." Huang Yanning apologized.