Luo Xiaoshan was tied to a cross and was covered in bruises. There was a bloody hole on his shoulder blade, which was obviously a gunshot wound. Li Shiqun stood outside the wooden fence and watched coldly for a few minutes, and then left without saying a word.
Wan Lilang asked: "Director Li, this person is probably a member of the underground party."
Li Shiqun rolled his eyes at him and said, "It's very possible, but I'm just not sure. Then it depends on whether you can pry his mouth open!"
"yes!"
Liu Dacheng came out of the cafeteria and saw this scene, and he was frightened in his heart. Wan Lilang led the team out and it was indeed fruitful. This old guy's mobility is very good. I don't know who fell into his hands.
"Hello, Director Wan!"
Liu Dacheng took out the Marlboro cigarettes in his pocket, handed one to Wan Lilang respectfully, and then lit it for him. Wan Lilang was used to this kind of "respect", so he took a deep breath of the cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled it slowly.
, and then asked: "You still seem to be quite smart, how about it? Are you still getting used to being in the action team?"
"Thanks to Director Wan for taking care of me. I am very satisfied with the achievement."
Liu Da now has a clear understanding of his inner thoughts through close contact.
Damn, this guy is so tough-talking! Is he a communist? Is he really being wronged?
Wan Lilang's inner thoughts were learned by Liu Dacheng, who was secretly surprised. It turned out that even Wan Lilang himself had no idea!
No. 76 never requires evidence when arresting or interrogating people. Even if Wan Lilang was unsure, he would still find a way to prove the crime.
Liu Dacheng asked flatteringly: "Director Wan, have you made meritorious service again?"
"It's a fart job. I got a slap in the face, and I caught a stupid young man who couldn't get in any oil or salt. He refused to admit that he was an underground party even after being interrupted by the whip. I really don't understand whether his body is made of iron or not.
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"What's his name?"
"He said his name was Luo Xin. I guess it must be a pseudonym."
"Luo Xin? Why does this name sound so familiar?"
"Why, do you know him?"
"There used to be a servant in my house whose son seemed to be named Luo Xin. Director Wan, could you please do it for me and let me go in and take a look?"
"Okay. I'll take you in."
Liu Dacheng was no stranger to interrogation rooms. He almost lost a layer of his skin when he was brought in. Now that he saw the bloody man on the cross, he was completely confused.
Luo Xiaoshan's face was covered with blood, his clothes were all broken, and the scars all over his body were fresh.
Wan Lilang cast a doubtful look at Liu Dacheng. Liu Dacheng also looked confused.
"What? You don't know me?"
"Director Wan, I can't recognize the blood stains on his face. Besides, his father used to be a servant in my house, and the children had little contact with each other. I think it is impossible to have a family as honest and friendly as theirs.
Communists."
Wan Lilang felt that Liu Dacheng's words made sense. He couldn't recognize the bloody man in front of him now.
Liu Dacheng: "Luo Xin, what is your real name?"
"I've told you ten thousand times, my name is Luo Xin. I'm just a rice seller at Jixiang Rice Store. If you don't believe me, you can ask. Why don't you believe me?"
“Where is the lucky rice store?”
"No. 25, Sichuan West Road."
"What's your father's name?"
"Why are you asking my father? What does my father have to do with you?"
"It's related to your life and death, do you think it's important?"
"His name is Luo Jiaping. He used to work as a servant in the Liu Mansion. He passed away last year."
"Look up and see who I am?"
The "bloody man" reluctantly raised his head, saw Liu Dacheng, and couldn't help showing a look of surprise: "Master, you are the young master of the Liu family, right?"
Wan Lilang, who was standing aside, was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the person he had worked so hard to capture turned out to be the son of Liu Da's servant!
Liu Dacheng begged Wan Lilang: "Director Wan, can you lend me a moment to speak?"
Wan Lilang had no choice but to drag Liu Dacheng over, and the two of them walked out of the torture room and came to Wan Lilang's independent office.
"Director Wan, Luo Xin is right. My old servant is indeed called Luo Jiaping. How could he be involved in the Communist Party? What should we do now?"
Wan Lilang said with a smile: "I'm sorry, actually there is a reason for this. These days, I asked the brothers from the third team to go to Wanguo Commercial Building for unannounced visits. They were wearing plain clothes and mingling among the citizens. These days, Luo Xin appeared in the same place several times in a row.
He was sneaky and his behavior was very suspicious. So, we brought him back. I also wondered, how could the real underground party be so stupid?"
"Director Wan, would you like to show me some face? I promise to let Luo Xin go."
After that, Liu Dacheng took out a wad of bills from his pocket, which was one thousand US dollars.
Wan Lilang took the banknote and said, "We are colleagues, why are you so embarrassed?"
"That's right. Director Wan has worked hard, it's just a little tea fee."
"Then I won't be polite. You'll sign the guarantee later and the matter will be settled. I just felt sorry for Luo Xin and was almost crippled."
"He asked for it himself. Why is he, a rice store clerk, going to Wanguo Commercial Building?"
...
Two burly men lowered Luo Xin from the cross stake, and Luo Xin lay on the ground. His feet were fractured and he was completely unable to stand up.
Liu Dacheng had no choice but to have Luo Xin carried to the car and then sent to Kangji Hospital.
Han Jincheng and Li Hai were walking in the hospital. They were surprised when they saw Liu Dacheng rushing to bring the wounded, and they also came over to help.
After a while, Luo Xin was carried into the operating room...
The anesthetic passed. Luo Xin found himself lying on the hospital bed. Liu Dacheng sat beside the bed and watched over him.
"Master, thank you for saving me."
"Tell me, why are you going to Wanguo Commercial Building?"
"What else could I do? Pickpocket."
"What? Pickpocketing?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, over the years I have become a master of a thief, and I have learned to pick out wallets, match keys, open locks, climb walls and other special skills. As long as it is something that catches my fancy, I can steal it.
"These days, I go to Wanguo Commercial Building just to find rich people to get some money for. The job in Jixiang Rice Store is just a job. The owner of the rice store, Guo Fufu, and I are good friends, and I rarely go to work."
"Who do you usually steal from?"
"Of course they are rich people. I never attack the poor. Besides, what's the point of stealing from the poor?"
Hearing that Luo Xin had grown from an honest rural child to a master thief, Liu Dacheng couldn't help but his eyes lit up. Now is the time to employ people, and being good at stealing is certainly a useful talent.
"Then what did you steal from Wanguo Commercial Building this time?"
"I was unlucky and had no chance to do anything. There were a lot of plainclothes people there these days. I didn't know they were No. 76 until I was caught. If I fell into their hands, I would definitely lose my life. This time, thanks to the help of the young master,
Save. From now on, my life belongs to the young master."
"You are serious. I am deeply influenced by my father. I like to do good deeds and help others. You can take good care of yourself. I have already paid for the medical expenses in advance. You just need to rest assured and heal."
"Thank you, Master."
Liu Dacheng could see that Luo Xin's gratitude came from the bottom of his heart.
