Because of the information sent by He Xiaoyan suddenly, Shen Chen had to postpone his trip to Macau.

I don't know why, Shen Chen felt that the person holding the precious cultural relics, or the things in his hands, was very important to his future.

And until now, Shen Chen is walking a new life course with his feelings and the guidance he has given him in the dark. That kind of guidance is vague and unclear.

In order to get a goal like a guiding light, for the bright future he envisions, Shen Chen will do everything possible to explore to find the answer.

Therefore, for the people around him and what is happening around him, Shen Chen tries his best to care. In his mind, some people or things are not accidental, but arranged by God, and are related to his future.

Yu San and He Xiaoyan, both of them pointed out to him the current goal, and Shen Chen thought that it would be very possible to have something to do with him.

In addition to telling Shen Chen the specific address and name of that person, He Xiaoyan also told him a phone number and a password. This can be called when you need manpower.

"Zhou Qiao's phone?" Shen Chen was very sensitive and looked at He Xiaoyan with a smile.

He Xiaoyan nodded and said, "Of course it's someone you know, and you have to be more familiar with him and be able to basically believe him." ”

"Basically believe?! Well, that's more accurate. Shen Chen rubbed his nose, "I need his help, I don't think it's very likely." As long as he doesn't trouble me, that's enough. ”

He Xiaoyan shrugged her shoulders and said, "It's up to you." You're such a person, overconfident. ”

Shen Chen smiled and said, "Master, it's all like this." Alright, I've got to plan this and deal with it as soon as possible! ”

He Xiaoyan looked at Shen Chen, hesitated, and said, "I may have to leave Shanghai." Say it in advance, it may be too late to say goodbye! ”

Shen Chen nodded and said, "Then I'll wish you a smooth journey." Well, you may not be able to say goodbye in person! ”

He Xiaoyan laughed and got up to say goodbye.

Shanghai, this isolated island waiting for the devil to occupy, sober-minded people are thinking about leaving!

Shen Chen sighed for a moment, then got up and went out. Taking advantage of the patrol, he was ready to take a closer look at the topography of the house.

It was precisely because it was in his jurisdiction that the Japanese obviously had some scruples, and had to buy Xu Huaiyi with a lot of money and use the power of the gang to find targets.

Shen Chen didn't plan to go directly to Xu Huaiyi, since he dared to cooperate with the Japanese for money, it means that this guy has deteriorated.

Although he didn't dare to disadvantage Shen Chen, it was only temporary. If it's pushed too much, it's possible for this guy to backfire.

Yu San is a good guy, whether he is settling with Shen Chen now, or if he really hates the Japanese, he can use the help in the short term.

While thinking about it, Shen Chen summoned a few patrols and began a routine inspection.

In the public concession, Shen Chen's jurisdiction is relatively peaceful.

Even if there are gang activities, Xu Huaiyi has also explained, don't cause trouble. As soon as Shen Chen walked on the street like this, those cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods didn't dare to make a mistake, and they didn't even dare to show their faces.

"Hello Inspector Shen."

"Inspector Shen, I haven't seen ...... for many days"

From time to time, shop owners or acquaintances greeted Shen Chen, and Shen Chen responded with a smile as usual. A police officer like him who doesn't eat and takes cards, and who keeps up the ruffians and hooligans well, can't find a second one in the concession.

Shen Chen's inspection was naturally targeted, and the time was not long, and he had already come to the vicinity of that address.

From a short distance, it was a grocery store with a small front face. A guy is standing in front of the door, introducing a product to a customer.

Shen Chen thought about it and walked over casually. He had the impression that the owner of the grocery store was a middle-aged man with a smile on his face all the time, the kind of smile that would be the hallmark of a businessman.

In the field of vision, there are no suspicious characters, and even the brothers in Xu Huaiyi's gang retreat. Of course, they don't know exactly where this is.

That is, it is easier to bring the person out of here. But if you have to go farther, I'm afraid you'll be in trouble.

The reason why everyone in the gang wants to win over is that there are many members and the composition is complex. Street vendors, coachmen, and even beggars may be helping. Once activated, it is simply pervasive.

What's more, this person still has precious and important things in his hands, and if he is not sure, he will not dare to expose them casually.

"Mr. Shen—hello." The guy also knew Shen Chen, so he immediately nodded and said hello.

Shen Chen nodded, whether it was to the boss or the guys at the bottom, he never took a shelf.

Reaching into his pocket, Shen Chen pretended to take it out, but when he took it out again, it was empty.

"There's three batteries in the store, right?" Shen Chen pointed to the shop and asked the guy.

"Yes, yes." The man replied, "I'll go in and get it for you." ”

Shen Chen signaled to the patrol, and followed the guy into the store.

This type of shop is usually a front store and a back house, and there is usually a back door for easy access. Shen Chen went in and looked at it for a while, and then he was basically sure.

"Hey, Mr. Shen!" The shopkeeper stood up from his chair and greeted him with the same smile on his face.

"Business is good?" Shen Chen asked casually.

"It's okay, it's okay." The boss took the cigarette from the guy, put up a pack of matches and handed it to Shen Chen.

Shen Chen took the cigarette and took out his wallet.

"Inspector Shen, what are you doing here?" The shopkeeper hurriedly waved his hand, "If you weren't in this town, the business of this small shop would have been ruined by those people." A pack of cigarettes, saying that it is a thank you, can not be used, how can you spend money. ”

"These are two different things." Shen Chen took out a banknote, not touching this cheapness, "I want something else, but I don't see if you don't have it in this store." ”

"What do you want, I'll give you the goods, a word of things." The boss was very sensible and responded immediately and enthusiastically.

Shen Chen nodded and asked, "As the saying goes: spring drinks flowers, summer drinks green, autumn drinks black, and winter drinks black." You can help me see if there is any more upscale rock tea or black tea than your shop. Money is not an issue, I am going to give it away. ”

"Inspector Shen is still an expert in tea drinking." The boss complimented and said, "In addition to rock tea, black tea, there is also black tea, which is also suitable for winter drinking." It's really not the best in my store, and I'll give you the goods from the outside tomorrow. ”

"Not only should the tea be good, but also the packaging. I'll have two or three servings! Shen Chen casually took out a few banknotes, "You take this money first, you can find me if you have more, and I will make up for it if it is less." ”

"Mr. Shen is really benevolent." The boss took the money and nodded in agreement.

Shen Chen turned around and walked out of the store, nodded to the boss who sent it out, and walked forward with the patrol.

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It was an eerie basement, as tight as a can, except for a heavy iron door.

The basement is warm in winter and cool in summer, but because the air in this room is stagnant, it still makes people feel stuffy.

The walls of the room are painted in black, the light is completely green, the power of the electric light is not large, but there are many lights, and the little green light is really like a ghost fire, eerie and terrifying.

But this is not a prison, nor a Japanese gendarmerie, but Fukuyama Trading Company, one of the strongholds of the Black Dragon Society.

Takeo Fukuyama was very satisfied with the design of this environment, because it has the flavor of the underworld, but also has the characteristics of hell, and the torture of "prisoners" has a more eerie atmosphere.

In order to aggravate this atmosphere, Fukuyama also arranged all kinds of torture instruments on large wooden shelves.

There are leather whips, ropes, bamboo boards, soldering irons, fire chopsticks, tiger chairs, large iron kettles, bamboo skewers, and hanging iron rings hanging from the beams of the house, and even special hooks for cramping and peeling are ready for use.

It is so bloody and terrifying that it often makes the "prisoner" tremble when he looks at it.

Han Fuchuan slowly woke up again, in fact, he couldn't figure out how much time had passed.

He had already fainted and woken up and was tossed by the Japanese several times, and each time he woke up, it was as if he had crawled out of a grave, thinking that he had been given a new life, but when he opened his eyes, it was still dark, and there were ghosts and shadows.

Bursts of extremely violent and brutal torture, no, the words of torture can no longer sum up those medieval and modern barbaric criminal laws.

Because torture is used to speak, and here, beating retreats to an extremely secondary position. They used electricity, poured chili pepper water, burned the sun with cigarette butts, stabbed the stomach with red-hot iron bars, and then sprinkled salt noodles on it, and as for the big hanging, twisted the meat with iron tongs...... It's a simple thing to do.

Fukuyama's subordinates alternately asked two questions: First, Han Buchuan's political background, is it G*CD or G*MD? What anti-Japanese activities did you participate in? Second, where are the people from Beiping, their specific names and addresses?

Fukuyama was dressed in loose clothes, wore a pair of glasses, and looked a little polite, and sat behind the table all the time, without expression.

And he is different from ordinary Japanese, when he sees Chinese, he stares at the balls and raises his toes.

Fukuyama usually looks very kind, with a smile on his face, seeing Chinese, he likes to talk about Sino-Japanese friendship, and holds each other's hands and says with a smile: "I like to make friends with Chinese!" ”

When interrogating the case, Fukuyama's attitude was also relatively peaceful.

Although the Chinese in front of him were about to be killed, his attitude was very "kind", and he would even shake his head slightly, expressing his regret.

But he was still a murderer at heart, and he was secretly executed at night.

In order to be afraid of movement, he likes to cut off his head with a knife or bury people alive silently. In fact, he hated the Chinese. Laughing is his way of working, but killing is his purpose.

A basin of cold water was splashed down, and Han Fuchuan, who was lying on the ground, trembled and convulsed a few times, struggling to get up.

When his arms were propped up on the watery concrete floor, his body just lifted up, but he fell down again.

He felt pain everywhere in his body, and as long as he moved, it hurt like a thousand arrows piercing his heart. His clothes had long been stripped off, and a pair of pants had been torn to pieces, and there were scars and blood stains almost everywhere except for his head and face.

He opened his mouth, feeling bitter and astringent, and thirsty, as if he hadn't drunk a drop of water in a century. With all his might, he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty......"

The thug looked to the side, it was a small room, the prisoner could not see inside, and Fukuyama was sitting in it, his expression calm, the sound of torture and screams seemed to be filtered out, and could not reach his ears.

He had a book in his hand, and he looked at it with relish, ignoring the inquiring gaze of the thug.

"Hang up, big hit!"

Han Fuchuan heard it, this is the voice of a Japanese thug, here it is again, what kind of new trick should this be, Han Fuchuan's already weakened heart was stimulated by this sound and jumped violently.

The interrogators rotated day and night, and different people were punished differently and asked different questions.

If he confesses, he has committed all sins, and if he confesses anything, he can teach him to separate his body and head. If, on the other hand, he was determined to persevere, he had not committed any sin, but he had been punished for refusing to accuse himself.

In fact, he can see that the Japanese may not necessarily know what crime he has committed, but since he has been arrested, it is inconvenient to let him out casually.

It's also good for the Japanese to play casually with him.

Cats not only hunt mice, sometimes catch a beautiful and innocent bird, but also play with it for most of the day!

Even so, he couldn't support it. He thinks that if he gets here, even if the person is a diamond, the devil will try to grind him down.

He could feel the scorching heat as he watched the red-hot iron slowly reach his armpits, like a person who was about to drown, and he could see the events of his life in an instant, and he quickly thought of a way to avoid suffering.

"I say, I say." Han Fuchuan suddenly shouted at the top of his throat.

The red-hot iron stopped, then slowly retracted, and Fukuyama in the hut slowly put down the book and pursed the corners of his mouth.

"I, I just arrived in Shanghai, really, really don't know about the anti-Japanese groups in Shanghai-"

Han Fuchuan gasped and just finished saying this, and the thug picked up the red-hot soldering iron again, his face full of anger at being deceived.

"But I know the man's situation, he carries important things, all priceless." Han Fuchuan sped up his speech and almost finished saying these words in a shout.

Fukuyama frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, covered his mouth and coughed twice.

It seems that this guy really doesn't know about the anti-Japanese groups in Shanghai, but those priceless treasures, Fukuyama, have a greedy light in their eyes.

Although, there was no definite evidence when he was arrested. However, it doesn't matter anymore, and my purpose has been somewhat achieved.

"Success comes from many, and so do the prophets. The prophet shall not be taken from ghosts and gods, nor from things, nor from the degree, but from men, and from those who know the feelings of the enemy. Therefore, there are five rooms: there is a cause, there is an inner room, there is a reverse room, there is a death room, and there is a life room. The five are all up, I don't know the way, it is called the ...... of the gods"

Fukuyama's gaze flowed over a line of text from the Art of War in his hand, and he nodded smugly, got up and walked out.

Now is the time for him, an elegant murderer, to show up, he wants to completely control Han Fuchuan in the palm of his hand, like a grasshopper tied to a rope.

No, he also wants to make Han Fuchuan his hunting dog, to find that person, and get those treasures.

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