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Chapter 12 Interrogation
Zuo Zhong pretended to look down at the file, wanting to let He Yijun hang out for a while to see what would happen to her, but He Yijun didn't respond at all, his eyes stared straight at the concrete wall, lifeless, like a dead person.

Seeing that nothing was gained, Zuo Zhong suddenly asked seriously: "Miss He, I'm sorry to bother you, why is there no circumstantial evidence in your information, where have your parents, relatives and friends gone, and our people did not find the address in your information, you need to explain. "

"My parents died the year before last, and my classmates, teachers, friends, and neighbors all died. No one can prove my words. If you don't believe me, then shoot me." He Yijun remained expressionless.

kindness?Zuo Zhong put down his pen and leaned against the back of the chair, lit a cigarette and looked at He Yijun. He didn't speak, Song Minghao and Wu Chunyang didn't dare to speak, and the interrogation room was quiet.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

After a long time, Zuo Zhong exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at He Yijun, whether it was true or not, even if he was immoral and unwilling, he had to ask this question.

He Yijun was silent for a while and said: "My parents are from Rehe, and they started business in Shenyang a long time ago. The year before last, I came to visit relatives at my uncle's house. The Japanese entered Shenyang that year, killed all the people in a street, and burned all thing."

She is like telling someone else's story: "I have nowhere to go, and I don't want to depend on others, so my uncle recommended me to be a service worker. Do you have any questions?"

The year before last, that was the 20th year of the Republic of China, the Japanese blew up the track of the Nanman Railway built by Japan near Liutiao Lake in Shenyang, and blamed it on the Chinese army. The Japanese army used this as an excuse to invade Shenyang and then invaded the Northeast region one after another.

In later generations or in Jinling, this is a piece of text, a piece of news, but for more than 3000 million compatriots, it is an unforgettable hatred and pain.

There seemed to be something in Zuo Zhong's throat, and he wanted to vent it out. Song Minghao and Wu Chunyang also put down the pens in their hands, not knowing what to say.

After a while, Zuo Zhong held back his anger: "Miss He, we will prove your words in other ways, thank you for your cooperation, you can go out now."

He Yijun was taken out, and he patted the table with his left hand: "Fucking shit, they are all beasts."

"Hey, team leader, there are too many things like this. My wife's relatives also escaped from the Northeast. I can't mention what the Japanese did." Song Minghao sighed.

"Stop talking, let's get down to business, next one, Gu Lan."

Zuo Zhong told himself, hurry up and find out the spies, this is the best memorial for those innocent victims.

Gu Lan was brought in, an ordinary woman with a face full of vicissitudes, she did not look like someone in her 20s.

Zuo Zhong noticed her rough hands, which fit her identity as a cleaning worker, and being at a loss showed her panic.

However, Zuo Zhong felt that he had misread it. When Gu Lan saw him, there was a hint of hatred in his eyes.

Yes, hatred, though fleeting.

If it's panic, it's normal to disdain or escape, but why is it hatred?Is she a spy?But do the Japanese have any grudge against him? Zuo Zhong was full of doubts.

Opening Gu Lan's file again, everything is very clear. His father was a scholar in Chuzhou. He was considered wealthy when he was a child. Later, his family fell into poverty and he made a living as a servant.

She disappeared suddenly 16 years after the Republic of China. According to her, she was kidnapped and sold to the mountains in the southwest. She escaped and returned to her hometown in 21 years. When she found that her relatives and friends were gone, she came to Jinling.

Later, I met Xie Jiuwen, the major battalion commander who is also from Chuzhou. Xie Jiuwen's wife died of illness a few years ago. After they met, they became husband and wife and had no children.

Zuo Zhong tapped on the table with his pen, hehe, the time when Gu Lan disappeared is very sensitive, the 16th year of the Republic of China.

It would be normal if she left for some unspeakable reason.

Of course, this was just Zuo Zhong's guess, and he couldn't ask her directly. After thinking for a while, Zuo Zhong began to ask Gu Lan, but it was mostly about daily life and work.

Song Minghao didn't know why, so he quietly pushed Zuo Zhong: "Team leader, I don't think there is anything wrong with this woman, what can she do, even if she is an old mother, she is too rustic."

Zuo Chong glanced at him and ignored him, and continued to ask: "Mrs. Xie, there is a question that I don't know if I should say it or not."

"Excuse me, sir." Gu Lan carefully glanced at Zuo Zhong, looking nervous.

"Hehe, don't be afraid. Why don't you and Commander Xie want a child? Commander Xie is not young. As the saying goes, there are three ways to be unfilial and to have no offspring." Zuo Zhong seemed to be chatting about family affairs and gossiping.

Wu Chunyang looked at the statement in his hand and felt very embarrassed. He didn't know whether he should write it or not, whether he would be scolded if he handed it in.

"Sir, Lao Xie was injured on the battlefield back then, and his life was saved, but" Gu Lan was angry and ashamed, not knowing what the young officer in front of him wanted to ask.

"Oh, hahaha, brother, I was rude. What year did Battalion Commander Xie get injured? I didn't even find a doctor to see him." Zuo Zhong didn't feel embarrassed at all, and continued to gossip.

No matter how good-tempered Gu Lan was, she became a little angry, and replied bluntly: "It's been three or four years, and it's useless to see a German doctor. Sir, what do you want to ask, why humiliate me, a poor man."

Well, the fear when we first met, the cautiousness when asking questions, the relaxation when talking about life, and the anger when talking about pain, Zuo Zhong couldn't help but want to applaud this big sister's acting skills.

All of this, combined with the time when Xie Jiuwen was injured, Zuo Zhong was sure that Gu Lan was an underground party, and that trace of hatred, could it be that her comrade-in-arms died in front of her, and the culprit was wearing the same military uniform as him.

After returning to this era for so long, Zuo Zhong finally met the underground party. He felt like he had found home for a while. In this era, only the familiar name of the underground party could give him a sense of familiarity.

Holding back his excitement, Zuo Zhong suddenly realized that Gu Lan might also be proficient in shooting, so he used a cleaner as a cover to make it normal to have calluses on his hands.

Since it might be an underground party, Zuo Zhong didn't want Song Minghao and the others to pay too much attention to Gu Lan, so he said, "Madam Xie misunderstood, brother, I'm just curious, hahaha, you're fine, please go ahead."

Gu Lan, who was taken out of the interrogation room, suppressed her hatred and returned to the detention room pretending to be frightened.But in my heart, I recalled the interrogation situation over and over again, whether I was exposed, and whether the dog spy got any information from me.

After thinking for a long time, Gu Lan breathed a sigh of relief. She felt that she hadn't made a mistake, let alone implicated the organization, but the dog spy just now was a bit strange. The dog spies in her memory were all vicious and vicious.

She has never met such a gentleman, even a spy like the neighbor's boy.

But her long-term struggle experience told her that this kind of person is even more difficult to deal with. Thinking of this, she frowned slightly, but her expression turned into a sad face in an instant.

Zuo Zhong didn't know that he had become a dog spy, so Wu Chunyang took out the records and walked over, and asked embarrassingly: "Team leader, do you have to record these too?"

"Yes, you can't make a single word wrong." Zuo Zhong didn't want to cause extra complications, if other people knew that the interrogation record was wrong and became interested in Gu Lan, it would be over.

"Old Song, what did you say before?" Zuo Zhong asked Song Minghao as if thinking of something.

Song Minghao hesitated and said: "I said I don't think there is anything wrong with this woman, what can she do, even if she is an old mother, she is too rustic."

"you are right!"

Zuo Zhong yelled, Song Minghao almost sat down on the ground in fright, what was right, what did he say?

"You said that apart from stealing, a spy has no other way to obtain information."

"Seduction!" Before Wu Chunyang could speak, Song Minghao beamed and recounted how a certain person was seduced by sex.

Zuo Zhong laughed triumphantly, and clapped his hands together: "Yes, it's seduction, what you said, Lao Song, reminded me, how could they spend so much effort in lurking, how could they only satisfy one information channel.

Whether it is stealing documents or eavesdropping, they are all limited to the nursing home, the scope is too small, and the uncertainty is too strong.But if it is a development mole, after all, the people who come here are all military and political officials. "

Speaking of this, Zuo Zhong said affirmatively: "Using money to buy a mole is too purposeful, and the temptation is too dangerous. On the contrary, seduction does not have this trouble."

"That Zongping, He Yijun has this ability." Wu Chunyang was a little embarrassed, he felt that He Yijun was too miserable, and he wondered if there was something wrong with her.

Zuo Zhong shook his head: "Our job is to doubt, but those two possibilities are unlikely. Come, invite Liao Ya."

Zong Ping was too high-profile, and He Yijun was too real. If she was lying, a spy could do this, and Zuo Zhong would admit it.

As soon as Liao Ya came in, Song Minghao and Wu Chunyang's eyes lit up, they were such beauties.

The face is beautiful, the eyes are full of autumn water, and the pear blossoms are sad with rain, people can't help but take care of her, but Zuo Zhong feels that this woman is unusual, and her body smells too heavy.

"Liao Ya, right? I called you here to ask you a question. Where did your parents go? Are they dead?"

Ignoring those big watery eyes, Zuo Zhong asked without emotion. He found that the demons and ghosts in the short video of his previous life raised his aesthetic threshold very high.

"what?"

"Ah what, answer honestly."

Liao Ya suppressed her anger, straightened her chest, twisted her fair neck, and did not look at Zuo Zhong nor answer any questions.

Zuo Zhong stared, and slapped the table: "It's against you, and you dare to be presumptuous here. Do you know what we do? We are from the Secret Service. Tell you, tell the truth, or you will be punished."

"Hey, team leader, don't be so excited, Ms. Liao, just tell me quickly, this guy has a bad temper, and it would be terrible if he got angry."

Song Minghao quickly stopped Zuo Zhong, who was furious. These people have connections behind them, and they must not be punished at will.

He figured it out, the leader of the left group was a dog, and he would turn his face if he said it, and such a beautiful lady was willing to be tortured.

"Hmph, I know what you guys do. I know Section Chief Zhao, so don't scare me." Liao Ya seemed to know the Secret Service very well.

(End of this chapter)