A huge wave of pain rolled heavily into Zhao Songtao's abdomen like liquid lead, and he tried to scream, but there was no sound, only heavy panting.

"Not feeling good?" Shen Chen smashed Zhao Songtao's face with the baton in his hand, "You still want to kill people, you Japanese lackey." ”

Zhao Songtao let out a hoarse moan, his face covered with beads of sweat, "Let go, let go, please, you." ”

"You should tell the truth, or I'll crush your balls, do you understand me?" Shen Chen straightened up, and put some more pressure on his feet.

"Understood!" Before Zhao Songtao was about to be relentlessly engulfed by darkness, he finally shouted out, "I said, I'll tell you all ......."

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The New Asia Hotel has nine floors, and a group of villains such as Chang Yuqing are entrenched on the sixth and fifth floors.

In addition to the Zodiac Society, there is also a traitor gang in the hotel, the Revival Society.

Although Revival will be more devoted to publicity, especially in the press. But like the Zodiac Society, under the control of the same Japanese secret services, it is a raccoon dog.

When Shen Chen came out of the cell, he found a desk where no one was there and recorded the results of the interrogation just now.

Now, the situation in the New Asia Hotel has been roughly understood, and Zhao Songtao's documents have also been detained by Shen Chen without permission, and he has not mentioned it to Everett at all. Maybe Zhao Songtao didn't bring it, or maybe he lost it in the fight. Anyway, no one cares about this little thing.

The preparations are being completed one by one, and the day of the killing spree is getting closer and closer. Shen Chen put away the paper and waited for Everett to come back.

It was not until almost noon that Everett returned, with two inspectors of the French Concession. Clearly, the interrogation of offenders needs to be strengthened so that many cases can be identified and closed.

Seeing that Shen Chen was still there, Everett had a smile on his face, praised a few words in front of the French Concession inspector, and gave Shen Chen two days off to compensate for his overtime work during his rest time. But if there is an emergency, Shen Chen must be on call.

Walking out of the office, Shen Chen wanted to find Chu Jiao, but he was worried that it would not be convenient at this time, so he made a phone call first.

Chu Jiao was not at home, and there was no car repair shop, Shen Chen hung up the phone helplessly, so he had to wait for dusk to contact again.

The preparations for the big operation are still a little short of the conditions, and Chu Jiao and Zhao Youcai can help, and they can basically solve it. Therefore, Shen Chen had to discuss it with Chu Jiao. But since I couldn't find it, I had to wait and talk.

At this time, Chu Jiao and Zhao Youcai were in a car, heading to a temple on Jing'an Temple Road.

In the car, Zhao Youcai reminded Chu Jiao, "After killing Ji Yunqing, his disciples and grandchildren don't seem to give up, clamoring to find the murderer and take revenge!" ”

"The old man is dead, of course you can't pretend to be deaf and dumb, you have to talk about some righteousness!" Chu Jiao smiled sneeringly and said, "What we want to deter are those who are traitors, and others don't have to care." ”

The car drove slowly, and Chu Jiao turned her head to look at the road.

The tram clanged past, grinding against the wires and hissing as it staggered past the station. Hawkers push their carts along the streets, rickshaws weave through the middle of the carts, and the drivers sweat profusely; The narrow sidewalks were crowded with customers, beggars, singers, clerks, and postmen.

"People are working hard to make ends meet." Chu Jiao seemed to sigh softly, "It's just a mouthful of food, we can say this, it's standing and talking without backache." But what if there are children waiting to be fed at home, and there are elderly people who are sick? ”

Zhao Youcai didn't speak, he drove slowly and attentively, until the traffic became smooth, and then he smiled bitterly: "The taste of hunger can make people crazy and crazy." You, this—"

Chu Jiao smiled bitterly, she really didn't know what it was like, although Zhao Youcai wouldn't look down on her because of this.

After being silent for a long time, Zhao Youcai asked with some concern: "The source of the note asking you to meet is unknown, we have to be more careful." Actually, you should call Master. ”

"During the day, it's a crowded place, so there shouldn't be any danger." Chu Jiao looked at her watch, tacitly accepted that Shen Chen was her master, and said, "Besides, if you want to be unfavorable to us, you won't choose that place, right?" ”

"Be careful in everything." Zhao Youcai still has some concerns.

Chu Jiao agreed casually, frowning but thinking about it. Zhao Youcai drove the car to the vicinity of the ancient temple on Jing'an Temple Road and got out of the car with Chu Jiao. After locking the car door, the two entered the ancient temple one after the other, pretending not to know each other.

Suddenly a mysterious note was sent to the car repair shop today, and Chu Jiao couldn't guess who it was. But she didn't feel that it would be exposed, and she was suspicious, but she was not very afraid.

The main entrance of the ancient temple was locked, and Chu Jiao could only pass through the filthy side door. The beggars squatting on the stone steps immediately gathered around, and the sound of carts and horses and the cries of hawkers made the noise of people.

I finally entered the temple and was immediately in a dim and stale silence.

Surrounded by heavy and warm air, in front of him are three colorful Bodhisattva statues, Chu Jiao is walking slowly in the temple.

After passing a dusty ancient bell and passing through the brick-paved courtyard, I saw a life-size Bodhisattva dressed as a Qing Dynasty official. The Bodhisattva sits on a small altar with an embroidered curtain, the edges of which are turned gray by incense.

A young woman lit a pillar of incense in front of the Bodhisattva, bowed three times, folded her hands in front of her forehead, and bowed a few times.

Chu Jiao looked up, this Bodhisattva made her feel weird, wearing a gorgeously colored robe, red on her face, and a long black beard, is this a Bodhisattva?

A thick wisp of cigarette smoke rose and drifted over the Bodhisattva's gentle smiling face. Laughing at everyone, or is it just me seeing? Chu Jiao thought wildly.

A beggar who had lost his legs supported his body with his hands, dragged the stump of his legs wrapped in old leather with dirt on his face, crawled over, gently and incessantly pulled Chu Jiao's trouser legs, and cried like a child.

"Cripples from war. No siblings, no parents. Crippled by the war, unable to work, without brothers......"

Chu Jiao sighed silently, took out a dollar from her bag, and instead of throwing it into the beggar's tin can, she bent down and put it in his hand.

In the beggar's continuous thanks, Chu Jiao turned around and wanted to leave, but a group of beggars who were silent but staring at each other surrounded them, including women, old people, and children. They followed, but they didn't dare to reach out and touch Chu Jiao, as if they were surrounding a holy object.

Chu Jiao fumbled in her bag, and then looked at Zhao Youcai not far away as if asking for help.