When Du Twelve rushed into Randall Fanney's office, Randall Fanny was staring blankly at the corpse of Tsunetomo Koyama. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Randall Fanny and Koyama Tsuneyo entered the office, and before the two could speak, Koyama Honyo just took a sip of the coffee poured by Randall Fanny, and immediately turned blue and bleeding, and did not even leave a last word, so he died in Randall Fanney's office without explanation.

"Mr. Koyama-" Du Twelve entered the office, did not ask Randall Vanney what had happened, and walked quickly to Koyama Hengyou's side, laid Koyama Hengyou's body flat, and performed some first aid.

But it's useless, Xiaoshan Hengyou is already dead, and Du Twelve is busy even if he is busy.

Du Twelve was originally called Watanabe Twelve, after joining Di Ting, according to Lan Fang's convention, Watanabe Twelve Lang wanted to take a Chinese name, Watanabe Twelve Lang simply couldn't wait to accept the new name "Du Twelve", and then went home to change the family's surname to "Du", although he has not officially joined the Lanfang nationality, but Du Twelve has psychologically regarded himself as a standard Lanfang person.

"Mr. Randall, can you explain what happened? Why did the stenographer of Congress die in your office? What did you do to him? Seeing that he had no skills, Du Twelve straightened up and was furious at Randall Vanney.

"I didn't do anything—Mr. Koyama just drank a cup of coffee—yes, it's murder, it's shameful murder!" Randall Vanney seemed to have found a lifesaver and shouted uncontrollably.

"Well, if this is murder, then who murdered Mr. Koyama? Why murder Mr. Koyama? Du 12 righteously questioned Randall Fanny, trying to keep his eyes open a little wider.

"I don't know—no, it's not murder, it's an accident, it's just an accident—" Randall Vanney was already incoherent, the accident that had left him at a loss, and the journey from heaven to hell was nothing more than that.

"I'm afraid the accident can't explain everything that happened here, it seems that there is a serious criminal case here, sorry Mr. Randall, you have to cooperate with us on our trip." Du XII took off his gloves and slammed them on Randall Fanny's desk, defining what was happening here.

"No, it's not a criminal case, you can't arrest me, I have diplomatic immunity, I want to see my lawyer, I want to see Mr. Patrick." Randall Vanney screamed in horror, sitting in his chair like chaff, the prestige of the SA concentration camp had already shook Tokyo, and Randall vanney didn't want to experience it for himself.

Patrick was the British ambassador to Japan, and if he had been able to get in touch with Patrick in time, he might have saved Randall Vanney from prison.

"You'll have a lawyer, and you'll meet Mr. Patrick, but before that, you'll have to come with us and explain what's going on here, and why you're here, and why you're here, according to the rules, you can't have direct contact with Mr. Hills, and you should understand the seriousness of private contact." Du Twelve didn't talk nonsense, came to the window and whistled, and immediately rushed across the street more than a dozen big men wearing windbreakers and top hats.

Well, it's not easy to find such a dozen tall guys in Japan, and Randall Fanny suddenly had a glimmer of realization, looking at all this.

"It's you, it's you who murdered Mr. Koyama, this is a hell of a trap." Randall Vanney glared at Du XII, trying to make Du XII feel how angry he was.

"Calm down, Mr. Randall, who murdered Mr. Xiaoshan still needs to be investigated, at least now you are the most suspicious - hmph, you have to add another crime, what you just said is suspected of slandering us, I reserve the right to pursue it." Du Twelve was still sneering, and when those big men poured into Randall's office, Du Twelve immediately ordered: "Take Mr. Randall and the gentleman downstairs away, and seal everything here, oh." By the way, in order to protect Mr. Randall's rights, inform the British Embassy in Japan of what is happening here. ”

After saying that, Du Twelve turned to Randall Fanny: "Whatever the results of the investigation, I guess you won't have a chance to return here again - so, we'll keep the things here for you." ”

"No, you can't do that—I want to see Mr. Patrick—I have diplomatic immunity—" Randall Vanney yelled until he was stuffed into the car.

That's all, the two stormtroopers listened to Randall Fanney on the left and right, Randall Fanney couldn't struggle, although the members of the other newspapers on News Street were pointing and some tried to come and interfere, but this didn't stop the stormtroopers, Randall Fanny was stuffed into the car, and the car drove away, leaving only the other reporters with stunned faces.

"What happened?" A reporter asked Du 12 for confirmation.

"Poor Mr. Koyama, he was murdered by these despicable British, we found a passport made with Mr. Koyama's photograph at the scene, presumably Mr. Randall wanted to know something from Mr. Koyama, but Mr. Koyama didn't get what he wanted, all he got was a black poison wine - it's a pity - " Du XII's expression was sad when he spoke, but the passport in his hand was real, and the British government seal was very clear.

Oh oh oh, bribery, murder, spy warfare - Du Twelve's words contain a lot of information, and it is a rich urban novel when sorted out a little, but I don't know why, the reporters from all over the world present felt a little cold in their hearts.

In the time that followed, Patrick, the British ambassador to Japan, was in official contact with the SA, trying to get Randall van Nistelrooy and his journalists to the British Embassy in Japan.

The SA refused to hand over Randall Vanney and Patrick under the pretext that the case was not really closed.

It wasn't until January 1923 that Patrick met Randall Fanney at the SA's base camp.

It was a small reception room, cold and damp, with no windows or heating, only a simple table and two chairs, and a dimly colored fluorescent lamp that emitted a faint light in the corner of the supplies.

"I recruited, I recruited all, it was I who murdered Mr. Tsunetomo Koyama, I bribed Mr. Tsuneyo Koyama with my passport and pounds sterling to make him reveal the secrets of Congress to me, and then I murdered him, please don't ask me again-" Randall Vanney, who saw Patrick, was incoherent, and no longer had the same vigor as before, only his hands waving wildly and tears on his face.

"Damn, see clearly, it's me—" Patrick grabbed Randall Vanney by the collar and lifted him from his chair and yelled at Randall Vanney's face.

"Pa, Mr. Patrick - God, you're here at last, take me away, get me out of here, I can't stand it." Randall Vanney finally opened his eyes and saw Patrick clearly, and Randall Vanney cried and hugged Patrick and cried bitterly.

"Then you're going to have to let me know what's going on?" Randall Vanney's hair smelled unbearable, and Patrick tried to calm Randall Vanney down with his nausea.

In Randall Vanney's crying, Patrick finally understood what was going on: "Did they beat you? ”

Patrick really didn't understand what it was that a gentleman made him worse than a beggar.

"No, they wouldn't let me sleep, and about a dozen people took turns interrogating me, and they tortured the rebels around me with cruel criminal laws, chopped their fingers, let them taste their own eyeballs, and dragged out their intestines and wrapped them around my neck—and they forced me to smoke opium, and I had to eat only a certain amount of food every day, so that I could sleep for a while—I couldn't hold on, I couldn't hold on—help me, Mr. Patrick." Randall Vanney burst into tears again, followed by tears streaming down his sleeve.

Patrick understands that this is a symptom of an onset of addiction.

"Wait for me, I'll take you away soon." Patrick dropped the words, and then left the reception room without looking back amid Randall Vanney's poignant cries for help.

After leaving the stormtrooper's base camp, Patrick came directly to the Lanfang headquarters in Japan, wanting to find Girardin for justice, but Patrick did not get his wish, and it was Yang Kai who received Patrick.

"Your Excellency, I hope you understand that Mr. Randall Vanney is a gentleman, a gentleman from the civilized world, and that Mr. Randall Vanney should not be treated as such, that this is an insult to our British Empire, and that I hope that Your Excellency is fully aware of the seriousness of the matter, that this will become a dispute between us, and that if you do not handle it properly, then it will certainly affect the relations between our two countries, and you will be responsible for all this." Patrick was furious, and the sound of his roar echoed through the window of Yang Kai's office and on the lawn outside the office.

When Patrick shouted enough, Yang Kai said slowly: "Mr. Patrick, I want you to take a look at this-"

Yang Kai said this and handed a folder on the table to Patrick.

As Patrick looked through it, Yang Kai said quietly: "What Mr. Randall has done is beyond the scope of a gentleman's actions, and we have reason to believe that Mr. Randall is engaged in espionage activities that are unfavorable to us Lan Fang in Tokyo, you don't need to be in a hurry to deny it - Mr. Randall has already admitted all this-"

"That's your trick!" Patrick's Chinese is a bit of a misconception, and the term "bending into a move" is not appropriate here.

"Let's read it first, now this matter is beyond the scope of Lanfang and Britain, Mr. Randall has admitted that he has exchanged information with Mr. Mack of the New York Times and Mr. Ogura of the Asahi Shimbun for many times, for which Mr. Randall has also asked you for special funding-" Yang Kai's voice was a little soft, but the content was very aggressive.

"Can anyone prove it?" Patrick slammed the papers on Yang Kai's desk, ready to overturn all Randall vanney's testimony.

"Hehe, no one can prove that Mr. Mack has returned to New York, that the New York Times has revoked its news agency in Tokyo, and that Mr. Ogura of the Asahi Shimbun has been executed for treason-" Yang Kai looked at Patrick a little playfully, with a complicated meaning in his eyes.

There's no proof of this.