When Du Twelve rushed into Randall Fanni's office, Randall Fanny was looking at the body of Xiaoshan Hengyou in a daze.
Randall Fanny and Koyama Tsunetomo entered the office. Before they could speak, Koyama Tsuneyou just took a sip of the coffee poured by Randall Fanny. His face was bruised and bleeding, and he didn’t even leave a last word.
Such a mysterious death in Randall Vanney's office.
When Mr. Xiaoshan Du Twelve entered the office, he quickly came to Xiaoshan Hengyou's side without asking Randall Fannie what happened. He laid the body of Xiaoshan Hengyou flat and performed some first aid.
But this is of no use, Xiaoshan Hengyou is already dead, and Du Twelve is just busy working in vain.
Du Twelve's original name was Watanabe Twelve. After joining Diting, according to Lanfang's practice, Watanabe Twelve wanted a Chinese name. Watanabe Twelve simply couldn't wait to accept the new name Du Twelve.
Then he went home and changed the family's surnames to Du. Although he had not officially joined Lanfang as a nationality, Du Twelve psychologically regarded himself as a standard Lanfang person.
Mr. Randall, can you please explain what happened? Why did the Congressional stenographer die in your office? What did you do to him?
I didn't do anything. Mr. Xiaoshan just drank a cup of coffee. He said, this is murder, this is shameful murder. Randall Fannie seemed to have found a life-saving straw and shouted uncontrollably.
Well, if this is murder, then who murdered Mr. Xiaoshan and why did he murder Mr. Xiaoshan? Du Twelve questioned Randall Fanny righteously, trying his best to open his eyes wider.
I don't know, this is not a murder, this is an accident, just an accident. Randall Vanney was already speechless. This accident made him at a loss. The journey from heaven to hell is just this.
I'm afraid accidents can't explain everything that happened here. It seems that a serious criminal case occurred here. I'm sorry, Mr. Randall, but you must cooperate with us. Du Twelve took off his gloves and threw them hard at Randall Fanny's office.
On the table, everything that happened here was finalized.
No, this is not a criminal case, you can't arrest me, I have diplomatic immunity, I want to see my lawyer, I want to see Mr. Patrick. Randall Fannie screamed in horror, sitting on the chair and was already reduced to chaff, charging
The reputation of the team concentration camp has spread throughout Tokyo, and Randall Vanney doesn't want to experience that feeling firsthand.
Patrick is the British ambassador to Japan. If he could get in touch with Patrick in time, Randall Vanney might be spared from jail.
You will have a lawyer, and you will also see Mr. Patrick, but before that, you have to go with us and explain clearly what happened here, and why Mr. Xiaoshan is here. According to the regulations, you
You are not allowed to contact Mr. Xiaoshan directly, and you should understand the seriousness of private contact. Du Twelve didn't waste any words, came to the window and whistled, and a dozen burly men wearing windbreakers and top hats rushed over from across the street.
Well, in Japan, it is not easy to find such a dozen tall guys. Randall Vanney looked at all this and suddenly had a hint of enlightenment.
It was you, it was you who murdered Mr. Xiaoshan. This was a trap. Randall Fannie glared at Du Twelve, wanting Du Twelve to feel how angry he was.
Calm down, Mr. Randall, we still need to investigate who murdered Mr. Xiaoshan. At least now you are the biggest suspect. Hey, you have to add another charge. What you just said is suspected of slandering us. I reserve the right to pursue it.
Right. Du Twelve was still sneering. When the big guys rushed into Randall's office, Du Twelve immediately ordered: Take Mr. Randall and the gentleman downstairs away, and seal up everything here.
Oh. By the way, in order to protect Mr. Randall's rights, report what happened here to the British Embassy in Japan.
After finishing speaking, Du Twelve turned to Randall Fannie: No matter what the investigation result is, I estimate that you will never have the chance to come back here again, so we will save the things here for you first.
No, you can't do this. I want to see Mr. Patrick. I have diplomatic immunity. Until we were loaded into the car, Randall Vanney was still yelling.
That's all. The two stormtroopers restrained Randall Fanny, one on the left and one on the right. Randall Fanny could not struggle. Although members of other newspaper offices on News Street were pointing and pointing, some people tried to
He came to intervene, but this did not stop the stormtroopers. Randall Vanney was put into the car and the car drove away quickly, leaving only other reporters with stunned faces.
A reporter asked Du Twelve to confirm what happened.
Poor Mr. Xiaoshan, he was murdered by these despicable British people. We found a passport made with Mr. Xiaoshan’s photo at the scene. It is estimated that Mr. Randall wanted to know something from Mr. Xiaoshan, but Mr. Xiaoshan didn’t get it.
What I wanted was only a black poisonous wine. It was a pity that Du Twelve's expression was filled with pain when he spoke, but the passport in his hand was genuine, and the seal of the British government was very clear.
Oh oh oh, bribery, murder, espionage. There is a lot of information contained in Du Twelve’s words. After a little compilation, it will be a rich urban article. But for some reason, the reporters from various countries present felt a little cold in their hearts.
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During the following period, the British Ambassador to Japan Patrick has been in contact with the SA official, trying to bring Randall Vanney and his reporters to the British Embassy in Japan.
The stormtroopers refused to hand over Randall Vanney on the pretext that the case was not really concluded, and they also refused to allow Randall Vanney and Patrick to meet.
It wasn't until January 1923 that Patrick met Randall Vanney at the SA headquarters.
This is a small reception room, cold and damp, with no windows and no heating. There is only a simple table and two chairs. A dim fluorescent lamp shines faintly in the corner of the supplies. The environment looks real.
A little bad.
I did it. I did it all. I murdered Mr. Tsunetomo Koyama. I bribed Mr. Tsunetomo Koyama with his passport and pounds and asked him to reveal the secrets of Congress to me. Then I murdered him. Please don’t ask me again.
Randall Vanney was talking incoherently when he saw Patrick, and he no longer had the high spirits he once had, leaving only his hands waving randomly and tears all over his face.
Damn it, look clearly, it was me, Patrick, who grabbed Randall Fannie by the collar, lifted Randall Fannie up from the chair, and roared in Randall Fannie's face.
Pa, Mr. Patrick, you are finally here, take me away quickly, take me out of here, I really can't stand it anymore. Randall Fanny finally opened his eyes and saw Patrick clearly, Randall Fanny cried.
He hugged Patrick and cried bitterly.
Then you have to let me know what happened. There was an unbearable smell in Randall Vanney's hair. Patrick suppressed his nausea and wanted Randall Vanney to calm down.
As Randall Vanney cried, Patrick finally understood the whole story: They beat you
Patrick really didn't understand what could make a gentleman worse than a beggar.
No, they didn't let me sleep. About a dozen people took turns interrogating me. They tortured the rebels with cruel torture methods around me, crushing their fingers, letting them taste their own eyeballs, and pulling out their intestines.
They also forced me to smoke opium up to my neck. I had to smoke a certain amount every day before I could eat and sleep for a while. I couldn't hold it in. I really couldn't hold it in. Help me, Mr. Patrick. Randall Vanney again.
He cried out in pain, followed immediately by bursting into tears and bursting into tears.
Patrick understood that this was a symptom of drug addiction.
Wait for me, I will take you away soon. Patrick left these words, and then left the reception room without looking back amid Randall Fanny's sad cry for help.
After leaving the stormtrooper base camp, Patrick went directly to the Lanfang Japanese headquarters and wanted to seek justice from Girardine, but Patrick did not get what he wanted. The person who received Patrick was Yang Kai.
Your Excellency, Commander, I hope you understand that Mr. Randall Fanny is a gentleman, a gentleman from the civilized world. Mr. Randall Fanny does not deserve to be treated like this. It is an insult to our British Empire.
, I hope that you will fully realize the seriousness of the matter. This will become a dispute between us. If you cannot handle it properly, then this will definitely affect the relationship between our two countries, and you will be responsible for all this.
Patrick was furious, and his roaring voice passed through the window of Yang Kai's office and echoed on the lawn outside the office.
When Patrick had shouted enough, Yang Kai said slowly: Mr. Patrick, I hope you take a look at this
Yang Kai said this and handed a folder on the table to Patrick.
While Patrick was flipping through the pages, Yang Kai said quietly: What Mr. Randall has done has gone beyond the scope of what a gentleman can do. We have reason to believe that Mr. Randall is engaged in perverting our Lanfang in Tokyo.
Unfavorable espionage activities, you don't have to rush to deny that Mr. Randall has admitted all this.
That's because Patrick's knowledge of Chinese is somewhat limited, so the word "submit a move" is not appropriate to use here.
You should read it first and then talk about it. Now this matter has gone beyond the scope of Lanfang and the United Kingdom. Mr. Randall has admitted that he exchanged intelligence with Mr. Mike of the New York Times and Mr. Ogura of the Asahi Shimbun many times. For this reason
Mr. Randall also sought special funds from you. Yang Kai's voice is a bit feminine, but the content is very offensive.
Can anyone prove that Patrick threw the document in his hand on Yang Kai's desk, preparing to overturn all Randall Vanney's testimony?
Haha, no one can prove that Mr. Mike has returned to New York, the New York Times has canceled its news agency in Tokyo, and as for Mr. Ogura of the Asahi Shimbun, he has been shot for treason. Yang Kai looked at Patrick with amusement.
