Expedition to Europe

When Du Twelve rushed into Randall Fannie's office, Randall Fannie was looking at the body of Xiaoshan Hengyou in a daze.

Randall Vanney and Koyama Tsunetomo entered the office. Before they could speak, Koyama Tsuneyo just took a sip of the coffee poured by Randall Vanney, and immediately his face was bruised and bleeding, and he didn’t even leave a last word. , died in Randall Vanney's office without any explanation.

"Mr. Xiaoshan—" Du Twelve entered the office, without asking Randall Fannie what happened. He quickly came to Xiaoshan Hengyou, laid his body flat, and performed some first aid.

But this is of no use, Xiaoshan Hengyou is already dead, and Du Twelve is just busy working in vain.

Du Twelve's original name was Watanabe Twelve. After joining Diting, according to Lanfang's practice, Watanabe Twelve wanted to have a Chinese name. Watanabe Twelve simply couldn't wait to accept the new name "Du Twelve". Then he went home and changed his family's surname to "Du". Although he had not officially joined Lanfang as a nationality, Du Twelve psychologically regarded himself as a standard Lanfang person.

"Mr. Randall, can you explain what happened? Why did the Congressional stenographer die in your office? What did you do to him?" Seeing that there was no way to save him, Du Twelve straightened up and said to Randall Fan Nee was furious.

"I didn't do anything - Mr. Xiaoshan just drank a cup of coffee - yes, this is murder, this is disgraceful murder!" Randall Vanney seemed to have found a life-saving straw and shouted uncontrollably.

"Okay, if this is murder, then who murdered Mr. Xiaoshan? Why did he murder Mr. Xiaoshan?" Du Twelve asked Randall Fannie righteously, trying his best to open his eyes wider.

"I don't know - no, this is not a murder, this is an accident, just an accident -" Randall Vanney was already incoherent. This accident made him at a loss. The journey from heaven to hell is just this.

"I'm afraid accidents cannot explain everything that happened here. It seems that a serious criminal case occurred here. I'm sorry, Mr. Randall, but you must cooperate with us." Du Twelve took off his gloves and threw them hard on Randall Fan. On Ni's desk, everything that happened here was finalized.

"No, this is 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 on the chair and already feeling like a body. Sifting the chaff, the reputation of the stormtrooper concentration camp had already shocked Tokyo, and Randall Vanney didn't want to experience that feeling personally.

Patrick is the British Ambassador to Japan. If he can get in touch with Patrick in time, Randall Vanney may be spared from prison.

"You will have a lawyer, and you will also see Mr. Patrick, but before that, you have to come with us and explain clearly what happened here, and why Mr. Xiaoshan is here. According to the regulations, You are not allowed to contact Mr. Xiaoshan directly. You should understand the seriousness of private contact." Du Twelve didn't talk nonsense and came to the window to whistle. A dozen burly men wearing windbreakers and top hats rushed over from across the street. .

Well, in Japan, it is not easy to find such a dozen tall guys. Randall Vanney looked at all this and suddenly had a hint of enlightenment.

"It's you, it's you who murdered Mr. Xiaoshan. This is a trap." Randall Fannie glared at Du Twelve, wanting Du Twelve to feel how angry he was.

"Calm down, Mr. Randall, we still need to investigate who murdered Mr. Xiaoshan. At least now you are the biggest suspect - humph, you have to add another charge. What you just said is suspected of slandering us. I reserve the right to pursue it." Du Twelve was still sneering, waiting until then. These big men poured into Randall's office, and Du Shili immediately ordered: "Take Mr. Randall and the gentleman downstairs away, and seal up everything here. Oh. By the way, in order to protect Randall Sir, inform the British Embassy in Japan about what happened here.”

After finishing speaking, Du Twelve turned to Randall Fannie: "No matter what the result of the investigation is, it is estimated that you will not have the opportunity to come back here again - so, we will save the things here for you first."

"No, you can't do this - I want to see Mr. Patrick - I have diplomatic immunity -" Randall Vanney was still yelling as he was bundled into the car.

That's all. The two stormtroopers restrained Randall Vanney, one on the left and one on the right. Randall Vanney could not struggle. Although members of other newspaper offices on News Street were pointing and pointing, some People tried to intervene, but this did not stop the stormtroopers. Randall Vanney was put into the car and the car drove away quickly, leaving only other reporters with stunned faces.

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

"Poor Mr. Xiaoshan, he was murdered by these despicable British people. We found a passport made with Mr. Xiaoshan's photo at the scene. It is estimated that Mr. Randall wanted to know something from Mr. Xiaoshan, but Mr. Xiaoshan did not get it. What he wanted, all he got was a dose of poisonous wine - what a pity -" Du Twelve's expression was filled with pain when he spoke, but the passport in his hand was genuine, and the British government's seal was very clear.

Oh, bribery, murder, spy warfare - there is a lot of information in Du Shier's words. If you organize it a little, it will be a rich urban novel, but somehow, all the reporters from various countries present felt a little cold in their hearts.

In the following period, British Ambassador to Japan Patrick has been in contact with the official SA, trying to take Randall Fanny and his reporters to the British Embassy in Japan.

The SA refused to hand over Randall Fanny on the pretext that the case had not been really concluded, and also did not allow Randall Fanny to meet Patrick.

It was not until January 1923 that Patrick met Randall Fanny at the SA base camp.

This is a small reception room, cold and damp, with no windows or heating, only a simple table and two chairs, and a dim fluorescent lamp in the corner of the supplies. The environment does look a bit bad.

"I confessed, I confessed everything. I murdered Mr. Koyama Tsunetomo. I bribed Mr. Koyama Tsunetomo with my passport and pounds to let him reveal the secrets of Congress to me, and then I murdered him. Please don't ask me anymore--" Randall Fanny was incoherent when he saw Patrick. He no longer had the high spirits he had at the beginning. He was left with his hands waving wildly and tears on his face.

"Damn it, look carefully, it's me--" Patrick grabbed Randall Fanny's collar and lifted him up from the chair, and roared at Randall Fanny's face.

"Pa, Mr. Patrick--God, you are finally here, take me away, take me away from here, I really can't stand it." Randall Fanny finally opened his eyes, and after seeing Patrick clearly, Randall Fanny cried and hugged Patrick and cried bitterly.

"Then you have to let me know what happened?" Randall Fanny's hair smelled unbearable, and Patrick suppressed his nausea and wanted to calm Randall Fanny down.

In Randall Fanny's crying, Patrick finally understood the whole story: "Did they beat you?"

Patrick really didn't understand what had happened to a gentleman who was worse than a beggar.

"No, they didn't let me sleep. About a dozen people took turns to interrogate me. They tortured the rebels with cruel punishments beside me, crushing their fingers, letting them taste their own eyeballs, pulling out their intestines and wrapping them around their necks - they also forced me to smoke opium. I could only eat and sleep for a while after smoking a certain amount every day - I couldn't stand it, I really couldn't stand it - save me, Mr. Patrick." Randall Fanny cried again, followed by panting and tears.

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Patrick understood that this was a symptom of drug addiction.

"Wait for me, I will take you away soon." Patrick left this sentence, and then left the reception room without looking back in the face of Randall Fanny's shrill cry for help.

After leaving the SA base camp, Patrick went directly to the Lanfang headquarters in Japan, wanting to ask for justice from Girardin, but Patrick did not get what he wanted. Yang Kai received Patrick.

"Commander, I hope you understand that Mr. Randall Fanny is a gentleman, a gentleman from the civilized world. Mr. Randall Fanny should not be treated like this. This is an insult to our British Empire. I hope you fully realize the seriousness of the matter. This will become a dispute between us. If you can't handle it properly, then it will definitely affect the relationship between our two countries, and you will be responsible for all this." Patrick was furious, and his roar passed through the window of Yang Kai's office and echoed on the lawn outside the office.

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

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

While Patrick was reading, Yang Kai said quietly: "What Mr. Randall did has gone beyond the scope of a gentleman. We have reason to believe that Mr. Randall is engaged in espionage activities in Tokyo that are detrimental to our Lanfang. You don't have to rush to deny it - Mr. Randall has admitted it all -"

"That was tortured into confession!" Patrick's Chinese is a bit half-understood, and the term "tortured into confession" is not appropriate here.

"Please read it first, this matter has gone beyond the scope of Lanfang and Britain. Mr. Randall has admitted that he has exchanged intelligence with Mr. Mike from the New York Times and Mr. Ogura from the Asahi Shimbun many times, and Mr. Randall has also sought special funds from you for this -" Yang Kai's voice is a bit feminine, but the content is very aggressive.

"Who can prove it?" Patrick threw the document in his hand on Yang Kai's desk, ready to overturn all the testimony of Randall Fanny.

"Haha, no one can prove it. Mr. Mike has returned to New York, the New York Times has closed its news agency in Tokyo, and Mr. Ogura of the Asahi Shimbun has been shot for treason—" Yang Kai looked at Patrick with a bit of amusement, his eyes were full of complex meanings.

This is really a dead end with no evidence.