The moonlight tonight is not good, the dim sky is dotted with a few points of starlight, and there is a hazy moon hanging in the middle.

Han Feng's mind was more chaotic, and he couldn't sleep at all while tossing and turning in bed.

When a few rays of hazy moonlight shone through the palm-sized window to Han Feng's bed, Han Feng looked at the night outside the window through the window, and his deep gaze was like a rare twinkling star in the darkness.

He had in his mind what might happen.

Knock Knock Knock –

There was a knock on the door.

Han Feng suddenly rolled over from the bed, and stepped behind the upside-down wooden door in three or two steps, "Who?" Han Feng asked in Japanese.

He was sure that it was not his own, because no one knew the route he had taken.

Most likely, it was someone sent by Chen Baolin from the police station.

At that time, Han Feng confessed to Chen Baolin, and when he was leaving, he told Chen Baolin the address of his hotel, as well as the police of several police stations and branches around him.

Han Feng specially explained that once someone from the Anti-United Nations was arrested, he must notify himself as soon as possible.

Then it is very likely that the person who knocked on the door came because of this incident.

"Konoe Taijun, the director asked me to come and talk to you, someone has been caught."

Crunch –

Han Feng pulled open the wooden door that squeaked violently against the wooden shaft, and there was a pseudo-police officer from a branch standing outside.

"Which branch?"

"Zhuhe Village Police Station Branch."

Han Feng showed an excited look, "That's great, you can take me over." ”

"Hey." This pseudo-policeman's Japanese is good, especially this response, it really looks like he is himself.

"What's your name?"

"Zheng Si."

"You've been a police officer in this branch for a few years, haven't you?"

"Hey."

"Do you want to go to the police station?"

Zheng Sisi was overjoyed, he didn't expect that he was so good at talking, and he was just passing on the news instead, and he actually encountered such a good thing.

"Yes, I miss it so much." Zheng Si hurriedly replied.

Han Feng said: "Then don't worry, if you go to the police station again this time, I will explain the situation to Director Chen of your headquarters, and say that you have made meritorious contributions in the process of arresting the anti-union bandits, your name is Zhao Si, right?" ”

"The little one is exactly." Zheng Si was excited.

"I remember you."

Under the leadership of Han Feng, the two of them accelerated their pace and continued to move forward.

"By the way, who did you catch this time?"

Han Feng pretended to be careless and asked, Zhao Si had just received his favor, how could he hesitate anything, and hurriedly replied in a low voice: "Taijun, it is said that he caught a big fish this time, and he is the leader of the bandits of the Anti-Japanese Federation. ”

Han Feng was shocked in his heart, and his surface was silent.

Yes, although the time is relatively vague in this paragraph, it is almost right, and it should be Zhao arrested.

Han Feng asked again: "Which bandit leader?" ”

Zheng Si scratched his head, "It seems to be Zhao Shangzhi, the commander-in-chief of the Anti-Japanese Federation." ”

"That's really a big fish, this time you Zhuhe Village Police Station Branch has made a great contribution...... Did you catch this one? ”

"Yes, the bandit leader brought two or three people with him at that time, and one of them was a spy on our side, and the bandit leader was also very powerful, and he was seriously wounded in the waist, and he turned around and killed our spy."

"The bandit leader is seriously injured? What about the situation? Dead? ”

"Where can it be, living is more valuable than dead, but he doesn't seem to be able to last long, so the director asked me to hurriedly come over and tell Taijun."

"Where are you now?"

"In the interrogation room of our branch, the director was anxious to make a profit, and said that the bandit leader's injuries might not last long, and they had already started an overnight interrogation, ready to get useful information out of the bandit leader's mouth."

"Then let's hurry up, dead people don't mean anything."

"Yes."

…… It's not the first time Han Feng has come to the interrogation room, he saw it when he rescued Lao Hei.

There are a dazzling array of various torture detainees hanging in the corners of the walls, and the scene of prisoners being tortured by these torture instruments is shocking just by thinking about it.

Through the window of the interrogation room, Han Feng was the first to see a shorter man tied to the stake in the middle of those torture instruments, covered with bloodstains, almost no good meat could be seen, blood flowed out from time to time on the left abdomen, a lot of dark red blood precipitated on the ragged shirt, mixed with water droplets condensed into ice, the whole person was unkempt, with stubble, the skin of that face was chapped everywhere, and there were several terrible scars on the right side of the face, the left eye was blind, and the eye socket was deeply sunken, just from the physical appearance, thin and black, It's even a little ugly.

But Han Feng saw too many traces of being destroyed by the environment and the enemy from this man's appearance.

His only eyes were still bright, and the corners of his mouth were slanted, and his whole body was loose and shaking, as if to express his contempt for his enemies.

Han Feng also saw determination, calmness, and fearlessness in that last eye.

This kind of temperament is somewhat different, and it can never coincide with the image of Zhao, a national hero who has been handed down in later generations.

But Han Feng just glanced at it, but he was immediately convinced in his heart.

That's right, this is General Zhao.

A real hero, how can there be so much colorful pride, just a great tragedy!

It took Han Feng a long time to come all the way, and after Zhao was arrested, Zheng Si informed Han Feng that it took a while.

When he finally met the arrested Zhao, he had been interrogated for more than four hours.

The bloodstains on his body all illustrate the fact that during these four hours or so, he was severely injured and then subjected to all kinds of cruel punishments.

The horror is unbearable.

Even the few pseudo-policemen who were still whipping with leather whips frowned, and they were still beating hard, but when they got to the back, they didn't dare to whip them with trembling hands.

"Do you say yes or no?"

The interrogator did not remember the first time he was questioned.

Zhao smiled contemptuously at him in the midst of a miserable laugh, and then casually spat at him again, full of resentment in his weakness, "Paralyzed, traitor! ”

The interrogator staggered, but he took a few steps back, his throat rolling up and down on his neck, and his eyes showed a little fear.

Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, and his gaze seemed to sweep over Han Feng, who had just entered the city.

To be precise, his gaze swept over everyone.

He forced himself to roar in a low voice with his last strength: "You are all Chinese, if you don't pick up arms to kill devils, even if you don't pick up weapons to kill devils, but drop the muzzle of a gun to kill your own people, isn't your conscience even inferior to animals?"

There is also a little bit of conscience of the countrymen, so give Lao Tzu a good time.

Paralyzed traitor, without that traitor, do you think you can catch Lao Tzu? ”

Everyone's eyes were focused on Han Feng, Zhao was right, because the interrogation room at this moment was interrogated overnight, there was really no one.

Of course, in the eyes of the surrounding pseudo-police, there is one more person who says that he is the Konoe Jiro in front of him.

"Taijun." The pseudo-policeman with a leather whip saluted Han Feng.

Zhao's gaze collided with Han Feng fiercely, fierce as fire, competing against each other.

Han Feng saw a strong contempt and anger in this gaze.

Zhao was silent, and no longer tried to do the ideological work of these pseudo-policemen, because these people were lackeys, and when Han Feng, the owner of the book, was there, he knew that these lackeys would not dare to rebel no matter what......