Chapter 36: Identity in doubt, iron-blooded tenderness in the Republic of China
At the man's command, his men came to take over and arrest Rong Zhen, but he waved them away.
"Director?" The subordinate was puzzled.
The man said coldly, "This man is suspected to be a spy. This is a serious matter. I will personally guard him. Keep an eye on those five military police. Don't wait for them to come and intercept him again."
The men immediately took it seriously, "Don't worry, Chief. We won't let anyone go."
Rongzhen seized the opportunity to defend himself, saying, "Sir, I'm not a spy. This is a misunderstanding. You should investigate why that thing ended up in my luggage instead of harassing me."
"Until the investigation is complete, you are still a suspect. Now stay still and don't say a word." The man looked at her and noticed that the corners of her eyes were red from nervousness and her face was blue from the cold. He turned his back and rubbed the soles of his military boots, then ordered his men to speed up.
The men left immediately, and soon five gendarmes were dragged down by their men in a miserable state, each of them tightly tied up.
Even so, the military police were still unconvinced and started to curse, their broken Chinese and Japanese dialect mixing together. The man frowned at what he heard. "That's really annoying! Shut them up!"
Rongzhen originally wanted to continue to defend herself, but now she felt like she was being used as an example to scare others, so she didn't dare to say anything.
A Cui and Da Zhu were soon brought to her side with their hands tied, and asked her with sad faces what to do.
Rong Zhen had no other options but to comfort them: "Don't worry, we didn't do it, so we just need to go over and explain it. At most, we'll have to pay more ransom."
Ah Cui's tearful eyes lit up, "Yes, they probably just want money. Let's give them more money. Saving lives is more important."
If you lose your money, you can still write to your master and mistress to ask for it back, but if you lose your life, you have nothing.
Dazhu felt guilty and apologized: "It's all my fault. Why did I have to take that box?"
Ah Cui didn't blame him for being so rash and causing trouble. She excused him by saying that they had similar rattan suitcases in their luggage. Who would have thought that there would be an extra one to hold that thing? It was normal that he didn't recognize it and didn't notice it.
I just don’t know which damn bastard did this. I curse him to never eat salty food in his life!
Dazhu was so stupid that he couldn't even say a bad word. When Ah Cui heard the content of his curse, she couldn't help but sneeze with laughter and quickly wrapped herself tightly in her jacket.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier. Even though the strong wind had stopped, Rong Zhen and the others could still feel the freezing cold current penetrating into their bodies. If they stayed there for a while longer, sneezing would be the least of their problems. They might even catch typhoid fever.
Fortunately, the military police had been taken to a Dodge truck, and the man grabbed Rong Zhen with one hand and pushed her towards the black Ford in front.
Ah Cui and Da Zhu wanted to follow, but were stopped by the man's men: "How can you be qualified to ride in that car? Go to the back!"
After hearing this, Rongzhen turned around and gave him a reassuring look, and the next second she almost bumped into the man.
It turned out that when she was winking at A Cui Dazhu, he actually stopped moving. She didn't pay attention and accidentally bumped into half of his body. It felt like she had hit a mountain. He didn't move at all, but she was bounced back and wanted to fall backwards.
The man grabbed her arm, pulled her back, and shoved her behind him. He then turned to a Japanese man in samurai attire who was approaching from a short distance. He asked with a forced smile, "Captain Nakata, how did you find time to come out? Aren't you looking for me?"
"Yu Jun, please let my people go." The visitor, Nobuyoshi Nakata, went straight to the point and spoke politely, but his tone did not allow for negotiation.
The man's smile widened, and he tilted his head in confusion, "Your men? Is Captain Nakata still hysterical and still asleep?"
Nakata Nobuyoshi waved his sleeves and pointed at the truck behind the Ford. "You've locked them up there. Please release them now, Mr. Yujun. Otherwise, I'll probably need to talk to your boss, Mr. Chen, about this. Maybe the principal will be interested too."
He could accurately point out where the person was, and it was obvious that he was very clear about everything that had just happened here, or he had been seeing it all the time.
"Captain Nakata has learned Chinese well." The man suppressed his expression and waved his hand behind him.
Nobuyoshi Nakata thought he was going to compromise and let the person go, and just as his humble smile was halfway revealed, the truck door slammed shut and then locked from the inside, making it almost impossible to open from the outside.
The smile on Nakata Nobuyoshi's face disappeared completely. "What do you mean, Yujun? Do you want to break with us Fuso?"
"No, no." The man shook his finger and pointed at him. "Captain Nakata doesn't represent Fuso, and we don't have many of your people on the train. We only have a few drunk soldiers who ran over the train. Once we get them to the police brigade, everything will go according to procedure. Captain Nakata, do you understand?"
Captain Nakata suddenly realized what he meant and said with a satisfied smile, "Well, you are the most reasonable one, Lord Yu. I look forward to hearing your good news."
The man made an impatient gesture of invitation and immediately drove the person away.
Captain Nakata didn't take it seriously. As he turned to leave, he suddenly saw a piece of brightly colored clothing leaking out from the man's side. He stopped moving and said with a teasing look, "Hasn't Yu Jun always stayed away from women? How come he's hiding a beautiful woman now? Is she some peerless beauty?"
The man didn't deny it, but said with disdain: "I just praised Captain Nakata for speaking Mandarin well, and now you're using the wrong idiom. It's not a beautiful woman in a golden house, nor is it a peerless beauty. It's just a chick who can speak Fusang dialect, not worth mentioning."
Rong Zhen didn't react much when she heard what he said behind her, because she could tell that the one who was being disdained was not herself, but the Japanese devil opposite her.
The Chinese language is profound and extensive. Certain words and sentences have completely different meanings depending on the tone and intonation.
Anyone who is Chinese would understand, but Nakata Nobuyoshi, the captain of the gendarmerie, obviously doesn't. Even though he speaks Chinese fluently, he hasn't mastered the underlying meaning.
He didn't understand the real meaning of the man's words at all. He was only concerned about the fact that Rongzhen could speak Japanese, and excitedly asked her to come out and say a few words.
Anyone who can become the captain of the military police should not be stupid. Rongzhen suspected that the other party's move was to test her, and by the way, to verify whether the man had just lied. He also wanted to know whether she had any relationship with Fuso.
As for the man, he didn't seem like someone who would easily let something slip, and that was probably his intention.
Anyway, neither of them is easy to deal with.
Rongzhen touched the man's waist through his coat, wanting to see what he meant.
The man straightened his back and flatly refused: "Captain Nakata, please don't embarrass me. She is not fit to meet guests now!"
Nakata Nobuyoshi compromised, "Then could you exchange a few words of Japanese with me? That would help ease my homesickness. Are you going to refuse even such a small favor?"
The man was silent. He turned his back to Rong Zhen and said to her, "Since Captain Nakata wants to hear his hometown dialect, girl, you can speak a few words to him."
Rongzhen: "..." You are the chick, your whole family are chicks.
Although she thought so, her actions were actually to greet the little devil in the Japanese language she had learned in her previous life: "Hello, Taijun, and goodbye, Taijun. I'm about to leave with him. Please don't block our way. I will sincerely thank you and your eight generations of ancestors from afar."
After she finished talking in a long and rambling manner, Nakata Nobuyoshi listened with a look of nostalgia, saying that listening to her speak was like seeing beautiful cherry blossoms blooming at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.
This is Kua Rongzhen speaking authentic Japanese. I'm afraid he really thinks she is a Japanese woman. He may even be secretly wondering if she has any special identity, such as a latent spy seed sent in the early years.
The man was not without doubts in his heart. After sending Captain Nakata away, who was looking for trouble, he turned around and stared at her fiercely.
Rongzhen knew that if she told him, it would make him suspicious, but if she didn't tell him, the Japanese probably wouldn't let it go.
Between the man and the devils, Rongzhen would rather fall into the hands of the man. Although he was the one who caused the trouble, they are from the same country after all.
"Who are you?" the man pinched her chin and raised it to question.
Rong Zhen didn't like this. After struggling for a while and finding that she couldn't get free, she looked at his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes hidden under the brim of his hat and curled her lips: "I am a descendant of the dragon!"
man:"……"
The little dragon man didn't lie to the little dragon man. The man released her hand and stuffed her into the car. He squeezed in right after her, instantly taking up most of the space in the back seat. He said loudly, "Drive, go back."
The driver immediately started the Ford, and his men hurried back to sit in the passenger seat. They turned around and asked the man, "Chief, are we really sending this person to the police brigade?"
"No," the man denied flatly, taking off his hat to reveal his curly hair. He chuckled, "It would be too easy for them to send them. They'll be taken back to the police station and skinned alive. Who knows, they might drown tonight from excessive drunkenness? Who knows?"
The subordinates said they understood and were ready to create more surprises so that they could keep them all.
Rongzhen was a little shocked when she saw the man's hair full of curls, and then heard their particularly suggestive conversation. Not only did she hide in the corner again, she also quietly reduced her presence.
But she already had a strong presence next to the man, and any reduction in size would still attract his attention.
The man had just finished giving instructions to his men when his gaze returned to her.
When he saw a red mark on her chin, he suddenly reached out and wiped it, only to find it was even redder. He said, "As expected of a rich lady, you're so delicate."
Rongzhen leaned back to avoid it and accidentally lifted up his foot.
The man's gaze then shifted to the tip of the embroidered shoe that peeked out from under the bright red skirt. It was so small and delicate that it seemed as if it was wrapped, and he immediately frowned.
Youngjin quickly tucked her foot back under her skirt, accidentally kicking his shin in the process.
The man suddenly laughed again, "Quite energetic."
The murmur was so soft that Rongzhen didn't hear it clearly. She curled up timidly until the car stopped in front of a three-story French-style building.
"We're here, get out of the car." The man said as he dragged her out and took her into the Special Intelligence Bureau along with the military police who followed closely behind.
Ah Cui and Da Zhu followed them down and saw Rong Zhen being dragged by a man like a maple leaf into the strange and unfamiliar house. They both shouted worriedly, "Miss, wait for us!"
The man kept walking. Rongzhen couldn't wait any longer, so she waved at them and was then locked up in an interrogation room by the man.
His men also locked up the others in separate rooms. Afterwards, they came to ask him, "Director, who should we assign to interrogate this woman?"
"I'll do it myself." The man took off his coat and unbuttoned his collar and cuffs, looking like he was ready to do something big.
His men wanted to say that there was no point in using a sledgehammer to kill a chicken, but seeing that he was in a good mood, they simply stopped talking.
Rongzhen sat on an iron chair in a small dark room. It was pitch black all around her and she couldn't see clearly. Only the small lamp above her head emitted a fragile light, illuminating a small area around her.
A moment later, the door opened and closed, and a man's questioning voice sounded from the darkness.
"Name? Age? Where is your home?"
Rong Zhen had no choice but to bow his head under the eaves, answer the other party's questions in turn, and tell the relevant information about the original owner.
Given the original owner's identity, her situation can definitely withstand verification. As long as she cooperates to get rid of the suspicion of being a spy, it is only a matter of time before she is let go.
Rongzhen was thinking about all this, answering whatever was asked, and finally heard the man ask her, "What are you doing in Shanghai wearing your wedding dress?"
This is nonsense, of course it is: "Get married."
"Whom to marry?"
"Jiang Yu."
"Who are you talking about? Jiang Yu?!" The man's tone changed.
Rongzhen felt strange, "Yes, it's Jiang Yu."
A chair moved away with a rustling sound, and then footsteps approached. A big hand suddenly reached out from the darkness and slapped down a piece of paper and pen.
"Which jiang, which yu, write it down for me to see."
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