More than a dozen people including Zhang Fengshan and Zhou Jin were taken to the police station and locked up in different rooms. Two policemen guarded the door of each room.
The room was very small, there was nothing on the floor except some dry straw, and there was a stench in the small space. Zhang Fengshan sat on the ground and began to think about how to deal with the interrogation next. It seems that the enemy has obtained accurate information, knowing that he is coming and connecting with the underground party, but the enemy still knows nothing about him, otherwise there is no explanation for the arrest of so many people. The cigarette vendor who uttered the joint code was a joint comrade sent by an underground party. The enemy would definitely find a breakthrough from him. It seemed that the joint code could no longer be used, and the joint mission was declared a complete failure. He thinks it takes time for so many people and enemies to be screened one by one. The top priority is to send out the information. Father knows that his situation will definitely save him, but how can he send out the information? Many thoughts flashed through Zhang Fengshan's mind in a flash of light. He believed that the situation must be considered very complicated so as to deal with it so as not to reveal flaws. Also, the enemy's housekeeping skill is to extract confessions by torture, and he is not worried about this, and he firmly believes that he can survive it. His only worry is that the underground party comrades learned that they were arrested in the police station. If they rescued, they would be caught in the enemy’s tricks. It doesn’t count to be caught in an urn by them, and it would make the enemy believe that people from Yan’an were caught in these. Among the detainees, it would be difficult for everyone to get out of the police station.
"Let me out!" "I want to sue you for abuse of power and illegal detention." Zhang Fengshan yelled and slapped the iron gate with his hands. In his opinion, he must pretend to be an inexperienced scholar. If he appears sophisticated and sophisticated, it will easily arouse their suspicion.
But let him yell and break his throat, no one paid any attention to him.
When the last rays of the setting sun disappeared from the window above the wall, footsteps sounded outside the door. Immediately after the iron gate opened, a man in a police uniform shouted: "Come out and follow us."
Zhang Fengshan thought that you are finally here. What he fears most is to suffer time, because for the enemy, they don't have to worry; for himself, he can't afford to wait. Did that young comrade escape? In addition, it is not known whether the cigarette vendor has rebelled. One more hour will pass, and the party organization will lose one more point. You must buy time to get out as soon as possible. Although he thought so in his heart, he said: "Where are you taking me? I'm not going."
The police officer who was interrogated gave Zhang Fengshan a vicious look and said, "Do you want to toast and not eat fine wine? I think you are a scholar, with a delicate skin and tender flesh, so I don't want to embarrass you, otherwise Lao Tzu would have been rude. "
Zhang Fengshan pretended to be scared, muttering, "You are not allowed to mess around, be careful I go out to sue you", and he followed the police to an interrogation room. Chen Youliang sat at the interrogation table, with a condescending pair. Look like.
When Zhang Fengshan walked over, he saw a large piece of frosted glass on the wall behind him at a glance, knowing that someone behind him was looking at them, but he couldn't see them. It seems that the person interrogating himself is just a small character, and the real opponent is behind the glass.
The two police officers seated Zhang Fengshan on the chair opposite Chen Youliang, handcuffed his hands to the handles on both sides of the chair, and then went out and stood at the door.
There are only two people left in the room. Chen Youliang took off his big brimmed hat, exposing most of his bald forehead. He put his hat on the side of the table, and then stared at Zhang Fengshan with his eyes. Zhang Fengshan has a face with Chinese characters, big eyes, and a slender figure, giving people the feeling of a scholar, but there is a sense of heroism in the eyebrows.
Zhang Fengshan only glanced at him, then raised his head to look at the ceiling of the roof.
Chen Youliang broke the calm and asked loudly, "What's your name?"
Zhang Fengshan looked at him with hatred, and asked angrily: "Why should I tell you? Why do you shut people up?"
Chen Youliang didn't expect Zhang Fengshan to rebel against the guests, and was speechless for a while. He smirked and said, "This gentleman, please calm down. To be honest, we have obtained information that a Communist from Yan'an arrived in Wencheng on the Gonghe passenger ship, so please come and cooperate with the investigation."
"Are you'please'? It's really unheard of, there is such a kind of'please method' in the world." Zhang Fengshan raised both hands, the handcuffs rubbed against the chair handle.
"Really stupid!" Song Tiejun couldn't help but punched the table with his fist next door. This Chen Youliang relied on relatives who worked in the provincial government to become the chief of the police. He was very good at eating, drinking, and gambling, but his work ability was very average. How can there be such an interrogation, and of course they will not admit it if you hand it over to others. It's really not enough to succeed, and more than failing. He regretted not listening to Ma Biao and took this group to the county party office for trial.
"Chairman, this guy is an idiot. I think it will be possible to take the person directly to the county party office for the trial." Ma Biao ignited the fire next to him.
Song Tiejun shook his head. The county party headquarters is specifically designed to deal with the Communist Party. It is understandable to interrogate Fang Ming and the person from Yan'an, but it is impossible to justify the other innocent people. These days, most of the people who can travel from Shanghai to Wencheng by boat are not ordinary people. If they offend the princes, it will be hard to tell by then. Although Chen Youliang said that he was not capable, he had a bright mind and raised this question at that time. Song Tiejun thought it made sense, so he threw the hot-spotted mountain 竽 to him, letting him hold it in front, and he also had a buffer zone.
At this time, Chen Youliang also realized that he was very passive, and it was because this kid was the first to make a noise, and he was completely led by his nose. No, in Lao Tzu's territory, no matter which god you are, you will not be allowed to go wild. "Special measures are taken under special circumstances. Lao Tzu is the chief of the police. Lao Tzu has the final say on whoever catches him or not."
"It turned out to be Uncle Chen, the angry junior is clumsy, and Zhang Fengshan will apologize to you in the next." Zhang Fengshan owed his body, pretending to be sincere.
"Junior?" The second monk Chen Youliang couldn't figure it out. It seems that this person must know himself, no, if he knew himself, it would be too early to say hello. Maybe his father has friendship with him, he has heard of himself. Who is his father? You have to ask quickly, or else you should really answer the sentence "The flood has washed the Dragon King Temple, and the family doesn't know the family anymore."
"Boy, I don't know you, so don't give me sloppy eyes."
"Yes, Uncle Chen doesn't know the juniors, but my father Zhang Fuhai often mentions you, saying that you take good care of our family." Zhang Fengshan knows that Chen Youliang is greedy for money. What kind of "care" is he? Money spent. Since he has such a hobby, it is better to pick up the words clearly and let him go to confess.
"It turned out to be Chairman Zhang's son, my father had a deep friendship with me, didn't you study in Japan?"
Zhang Fengshan sighed and said: "China and Japan are at war, and we students studying abroad are like lambs driven out. It is a great blessing to be able to go home safely."
Chen You nodded brightly and asked, "Does my father know the news of your return?"
Zhang Fengshan shook his head and said, "I returned to Shanghai with a few classmates on the sea vessel of an American company, and then bought a ferry ticket from Shanghai to Wencheng. We were bumped on the boat all the way, and there was no way to send a telegram at home."
Chen Youliang nodded again, and shouted at the door: "Come here!"
A policeman came in, stood at attention with his legs, and said "here!"
Chen Youliang said, "Quickly open the handcuffs to Master Zhang." Then he got up and said to Zhang Fengshan, "My nephew, you are wronged, I will pick you up later, and then personally send you back to the house."
"Then there will be Uncle Chen, and my father will thank you again!" Zhang Fengshan was anxious to leave this place immediately, so he emphasized the words "thank you".
Just as the police were about to open the handcuffs for Zhang Fengshan, a sharp voice came from the door: "Hold on!"
Zhang Fengshan looked up and saw that the person who came in was the one who commanded and arrested people on the dock. The situation was chaotic at the time, and he had not had time to look at him carefully, only that he had a long face and a thin body. Now when he came to him, he discovered that he had a sharp mouth, throat, cheeks, and a hooked nose, especially his two small eyes, all clear.
Zhang Fengshan glanced at him, and he couldn't help but fight a cold war, his eyes were too sharp, as if to look into his heart. He wants to deal with such people is difficult, because in his eyes, others seem to be transparent people. Zhang Fengshan secretly took a breath, trying to calm his heart down, of course, the expression of fear is indispensable on his face, which is for acting.
Chen Youliang respectfully said, "This is the son of President Zhang Fuhai, who has just returned from Japan."
The man "snorted" in his nose and said, "You all go out."
Chen Youliang was reluctant, he hesitated, and went out with the policeman.
Song Tiejun didn't sit on the chair, but sat on the table, his eyes staying on Zhang Fengshan's face.
Zhang Fengshan needs to look at his face, he can only look up. Pretending to be angry, he asked: "Where are you holy? I am a foreign student who hasn't offended you, so why deliberately oppose me?"
Song Tiejun laughed dryly and said, "Mr. Zhang, put my anger down. I am Song Tiejun, the secretary of the county party department. I have a few questions." His voice is very sharp, like the voice of an eunuch, that is, people often Said sissy.
Zhang Fengshan knew that he was his strongest opponent. No wonder Chen Youliang was the only one in front of him. It turned out that he was the highest officer of Wencheng. He quickly said: "Song sir, you came just right, I want to complain to you, they are the police The bureau is acting wildly and squandering human lives."
Song Tiejun didn't expect Zhang Fengshan to be so clever, he beat him upside down, and said, "Mr. Zhang, do you have to have a basis for speaking?"
Zhang Fengshan raised his hands, pulled the handcuffs on the chair handle back and forth, and made a harsh "scratch" sound, saying, "I think you should see is believable. Since it is for me to cooperate with the investigation, I don't say yes. There is respect, but you shouldn't treat me as a prisoner, right? If you have this attitude, then I would rather not say it."
Song Tiejun was generalized. He was not angry. Instead, he was happy because he was one step closer to his judgment. The more difficult the young man in front of him was to deal with, the greater the possibility of his Communist Party status. . He didn't think it was Chen Youliang who almost messed up, so that he would not show his face. In the previous interrogation, many people were excluded from the list without much effort. There was even a tea business. Song Tiejun only saw his expression when he entered the interrogation room and asked Ma Biao to tell Chen Youliang not to do anything. Asked, asking is also a waste of time. Now only the young man in front of him is what he needs, and he is about to solve the mystery. Thinking of this, he couldn't hold back his excitement, and quickly said: "Mr. Zhang, I blame me, it made you frightened, I will let someone open it for you immediately, and then we chat like friends, do you think it is feasible?" After speaking, shouted People came in and opened the handcuffs for Zhang Fengshan.
Zhang Fengshan rubbed his wrist and said, "Chief Song, since you respect me a foot, I will pay you back. Fengshan promises to know everything."
"Fresh! I like Mr. Zhang's character. Then let's get started. In what year did you go to Japan?"
"On August 20, 23, Republic of China, I went by boat from the Shanghai pier."
"Which school do you attend?"
"Nagasaki Higher Commercial School in Japan."
Song Tiejun said "Oh", which was not beyond his expectation. In recent years, many groups of Chinese students have gone to Japan to study business, and this school is among the schools they attend. Zhang Fengshan is the son of Zhang Fuhai, and he will inherit his father's business in the future, so it is only natural to study business. However, Song Tiejun is Song Tiejun. He does not consider the problem according to ordinary people's thinking. In his opinion, the more reasonable and reasonable the intelligence is, the more doubtful it is. Because they all have a set of anti-reconnaissance methods, it is difficult for ordinary people to find flaws.
"Have you got your graduation certificate?" Song Tiejun heard that when he graduated from a Japanese school, he didn't get a graduation certificate, but a graduation certificate. He asked this, showing that he knows Japan well in front of Zhang Fengshan. Don't try to fool him.
Zhang Fengshan shook his head and said, "I can finish my studies in half a year. I didn't expect this war to be disturbed."
"I like the classic Japanese folk song "Sakura" the most. You have not been in Japan for a short time, so you should be able to sing it? Can you please me?"
Zhang Fengshan knew that Song Tiejun was investigating whether he could speak Japanese. Fortunately, he lived in the Shanghai Japanese Concession for a period of time and could speak some everyday language. Later, when he was in the Anti-Japanese War, he officially learned Japanese with a member of the Japanese Anti-War Alliance. I also learned to sing some Japanese songs. This song is a classic Japanese folk song. It is a household name in Japan and most Japanese people can sing it. Zhang Fengshan is naturally not a problem. "I don't sing very well, please give me your advice." After he finished speaking, he sang in Japanese: "I'm diarrhea, diarrhea (sound)..."
Zhang Fengshan likes this song very much. The tune is beautiful, especially the content and artistic conception of the song, which is poetic and picturesque. In the spring of March, he seemed to be on the streets of Japan. The sky was cloudless and very clear. The beautiful cherry blossoms were like colorful clouds and white clouds, fragrant and fragrant. Everyone called friends to admire them together. Although Japan is the enemy of its own country, music knows no borders and neither enemy nor mine.
Song Tiejun couldn't understand a single sentence, but when he saw Zhang Fengshan sing so devoted and selfless, he couldn't help but believe that he had lived in Japan. If it weren't for him, who would it be
When Zhang Fengshan finished singing, Song Tiejun clapped his hands. "It's so beautiful!" In fact, he didn't know how to pretend to understand, but he didn't think anyone could expose his emperor's new outfit here.
Zhang Fengshan seemed inadvertently but intentionally said "Thank you!" in Japanese.
Song Tiejun asked: "What did you say?"
Seeing Zhang Fengshan pierced his diorama, "I said thank you for the compliment!"
I don't know how many people have been downed in Song Tiejun's hands, and some of them are extremely "cunning" Communists in his opinion. Today, facing this fledgling offspring, he seemed to be incapable of skill. This made him feel a kind of panic that he had never had before, because this young man was too sophisticated and old. If he really came from the Communist Party of Yan'an, he would have endless troubles once he was let go. The president once said, "I would rather kill three thousand by mistake than let go of one." Fortunately, the initiative is in his own hands. Once it is found out, he has no chance to fight against him.