"boom!"

Sun Dawan shot outside again.

Unfortunately, it still missed.

He sighed.

If it were in the past, it would definitely be one shot at a time.

It's a pity that I haven't shot a gun in so many years and I'm rusty.

Moreover, his right hand was disabled during the operation to kill the Japanese, which meant that more than half of his power was lost.

There are at least ten Japanese troops outside.

"Hi, Mr. Sun Xiaobao."

Suddenly, a voice came: "Please don't shoot, I hope we can have a good talk."

"Sure." Sun Xiaobao smiled: "Come in, I want to see how I am exposed."

In fact, he knew very well that the Japanese had not exerted any force before, otherwise, they would have rushed in long ago.

After a while, several Japanese soldiers came in and pointed their guns at Sun Dawan.

Sun Dawan didn't panic, picked up the big bowl of tea in front of him and took a sip.

"Hello, Mr. Sun." Another Japanese officer came in: "I am Matsumoto Nitsugi. You should see that today, no matter what, you can't run away."

"Yeah, I'm not ready to run away either." Sun Dawan glanced at his right hand: "If my hand hadn't been disabled, I could have killed at least a few."

Matsumoto Hitsugu suddenly realized that no wonder the famous killer's marksmanship was so inaccurate: "What's wrong with your hand?"

"What happened? He was injured when he unplugged your contact point in Turbo."

Matsumoto Hitoshi was overjoyed.

Shanghai devil!

The person in front of me is really probably the Shanghai Evil Ghost!

"Mr. Sun." Matsumoto Nitsugi controlled his excitement: "Can you tell me about that assassination? I am very interested in it."

"Of course." Sun Dawan smiled: "I remember it rained that night..."

He clearly told the entire process of the assassination that day, even including some details that only those who were at the scene knew.

Not a single thing was missed.

Matsumoto Nitsuji was finally convinced that Sun Dawan and Sun Xiaobao were the "Shanghai Evil Ghosts" that Japanese agents had been searching for for more than five years!

But who would have thought that a dignified evil spirit from Shanghai would hide in such a place with such an identity?

After Sun Dawan finished speaking, he asked: "I'm very curious. I have been hiding myself very well for more than five years. How did you find out?"

"because I."

A man walked in calmly.

Miao Cheng Fang!

"Miao Fuhuang!"

Sun Dawan screamed out: "It's you!"

"Please call me Miao Chengfang." Miao Chengfang said calmly: "It's me."

"traitor!"

Sun Dawan roared and raised his gun.

"boom"!

The one who fell was Sun Dawan.

Miao Chengfang's gun was still emitting green smoke.

Sun Xiaobao is dead.

The moment Miao Chengfang fired, he and Sun Xiaobao made eye contact for the last time.

What was written in Sun Xiaobao's eyes was relief, gratitude, and farewell.

Farewell, little treasure.

You must die. You must not fall into the hands of the Japanese.

Thank you, Xiaobao!

"Mr. Miao, you drew your gun very quickly and accurately." At this moment, Matsumoto Nitsugi was in an excited mood.

The "Shanghai Devil" who became so popular among Japanese agents is finally dead.

By relying on this alone, he has made a great contribution.

This gift that Miao Chengfang gave to him was really too precious.

Moreover, the cruelty with which Miao Chengfang treats his own people is also unexpected.

Miao Chengfang put away the gun and took out his pipe: "Search this place, but in my opinion, I'm afraid there won't be anything gained. This man has long been a useless person. He has been hiding for five years. For China,

There is no use value anymore..."

…

"...After Mr. Miao recruited me, I joined the Lixing Society at that time, and was later ordered to lurk in Wuxi..."

In the interrogation room, Tian Qi carefully talked about why he became Miao Chengfang's subordinate.

The person in charge of interrogating him was Kawamoto Kojiro. He listened very carefully, for fear of missing any possible loopholes.

"Some time ago, a month ago to be precise, when I was on a mission, Mr. Miao suddenly found me and asked me to prepare and go back to the Japanese with him..."

"etc."

Kawamoto Kojiro interrupted him: "Mr. Tian, ​​you are Meng Shaoyuan's warrior. Wouldn't it be more valuable for you to stay by his side? You and Mr. Miao wouldn't have thought of this, right?"

"We have thought about it." Tian Qi replied calmly: "But you don't know how terrible Meng Shaoyuan is. He will know what you are thinking in the next second..."

Of course Kawamoto Kojiro knew.

He had dealt with Meng Shaoyuan more than once. The psychological knowledge he had been proud of before was as childish and ridiculous in front of Meng Shaoyuan as a child discussing academic issues with a professor.

Tian Qi doesn't understand psychology, but he knows that Kawamoto Kojiro is afraid of Meng Shaoyuan.

There is an old saying in China, "Once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the well rope for ten years."

I need to keep mentioning this "snake" so that the other party will feel scared. Perhaps, I can get rid of my passivity a little during the interrogation process.

He got it right.

In psychology, this is called psychological suppression, which uses the patient's most feared things to continuously stimulate the other person to achieve certain goals.

This is what Kawamoto Kojiro was thinking about at this time.

Even myself, an expert who had studied in the United States, was vulnerable to Meng Shaoyuan, let alone someone like Tian Qi.

He even had some sympathy for Tian Qi's situation.

"Mr. Miao once told me not to forget my identity and not to assassinate Japanese, otherwise it will be very troublesome in the future." Tian Qi continued to say calmly: "So, after the Battle of Shanghai broke out, all I killed were

I have never killed a Japanese so-called traitor by the Chinese. You can investigate this matter."

Kawamoto Kojiro questioned Tian Qi for almost more than two hours. He asked every detail of the matter very carefully.

Tian Qi answered fluently.

"In our conversation, I didn't find any flaws. Your answer can be said to be perfect." Kawamoto Kojiro smiled slightly: "But a famous agent once said that the more perfect something is, the more likely it is that it is

Forged…”

This is psychological induction.

"A certain famous agent", "A certain famous scientist", "My friend, my relative" once said...

Once these ambiguous words are spoken from the mouth of a psychologist without ever mentioning a specific name, this is a typical psychological induction.

If the patient is misled and believes the so-called "truth", it will be really difficult to change.

"I didn't lie." Tian Qi said expressionlessly: "I don't know what perfection is, but what I said is true. I don't understand why the truth is wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tian Qi." Kawamoto Kojiro covered up the interrogation transcript: "Your answer is very good. At least for me, it has not passed the test. I have strong suspicions about you and think that you are sent by the Chinese to lurk.

I can tell you the reason. When I said those perfect words, the person being interrogated at least showed signs of panic, dissatisfaction, or anger, but you didn't, not at all. You acted too calm.

Generally speaking, this kind of calmness will only appear after many rehearsals and you have determined the various situations that will occur during the interrogation. Therefore, I have to do some rude things to you.

.”

"Whatever." Tian Qi sighed: "You can do whatever you want."

…

Miserable screams kept ringing in the interrogation room.
To be continued...