My spy diary

Chapter 163 Interrogation (please vote)

The night was hazy, a crescent moon hung in the dark night sky, the stars were dim, and the night was as misty as a veil.

There are shadows among the buildings in Willow Alley, and little lights spill out from the windows, vaguely reflecting the figures shaking in front of the windows.

It was completely dark. Oda Nanaho or Li Xiu'e walked to the window and drew the thick curtains tightly.

Her room was not big, and the furnishings were a bit simple. Apart from the bed, wardrobe, and table, the most valuable items were probably the radio and a gramophone on the table.

At this moment, lazy singing came from the record on the gramophone. She found a brocade cheongsam from the wardrobe, and then slowly took off her clothes.

After a while, a cheongsam girl wearing high heels appeared in the wardrobe mirror.

Oda Nana dressed up step by step, drew her eyebrows and dotted her lips, and looked at her in the mirror. She had a graceful figure and a beautiful face. She couldn't help but smile at this beautiful figure.

Raising her hand to glance at her watch, she took out a new ID from under the bed. The person on the ID was named Zhang Fangzhi, and her identity was an actress from Shanghai.

She picked up her Kun bag and was about to go out. She thought this identity should be somewhat attractive to the newly appointed police chief.

She had just turned off the gramophone when there was a knock on the door.

Oda Nanabu was frightened and asked timidly: "Who is it?"

"Me." A lazy voice sounded outside the door.

Oda Nanaho hesitated for a while, then took out a small dagger from the Kunbao dressing box, put it behind his hand, and opened the door.

A dirty face appeared outside the door, and the greasy and dirty smell emanating from his body made people recoil away.

The person who came was the beggar who often hung out in the alley near her home.

"What are you doing? Get out of here. If you don't leave, I'm going to call the police." Oda Nanabu raised her eyebrows and scolded her in a low voice.

"Hehe." The beggar scratched his disheveled hair and showed a solemn smile on his greasy face. Then he looked solemn and stepped forward and said:
"I'm here to get something, the vulture should have told you."

The beggar smiled, stepped into the house with her surprised look in her eyes, and quickly closed the door.

He glanced inside the room, sat carelessly on a chair, and whispered:

"Introduce yourself, Venomous Scorpion, I will be the liaison between you and Vulture from now on."

"So it's you, you've been staring at me for a while, right?"

"Hey, every flying Aju in the empire is like a kite. It seems to be floating in the wind, but someone always needs someone to help smooth the string of the kite. Otherwise, what if her string is really broken?" said the beggar. As he spoke, his lewd eyes glanced up and down at her.

Seeing his lustful eyes, his whole body was aroused. Oda Nanabu's pretty face turned cold, "I am not Aju who was trained by the secret service school. I am from the Oda family."

"Okay, no one cares about the short-lived glory of your ancestors now. Miss Oda, you should be lucky. You are much luckier than those women who are prostitutes on the front line." The beggar sneered, looked at her and asked:

"Where's the stuff?"

Nanaho Oda hesitated for a while, then opened the closet, picked up the cotton-padded clothes at the bottom, buttoned the bottom of the closet to reveal a mezzanine, and took out a small leather suitcase from inside.

She handed the suitcase out, but the beggar did not take it. Instead, he grabbed her hand and his eyes wandered over her body, with a throbbing light in his eyes.

Oda Nanabu struggled to break away and yelled: "Let go!"

However, her resistance provoked the beggar to take more violent actions. He directly restrained her with his big hands, like a ferocious beast staring at its prey, and wrapped her tightly in his bloody mouth.

Then he walked towards the bed.

The more she struggled, the more determined and irresistible the beggar became. Even if his lip was bitten, the beggar did not loosen up at all.

With a "bang", the bedding and pillows on the bed were scattered on the ground one by one. The beggar was breathing heavily, unable to restrain himself at all.

After a scream, a suppressed groan sounded, and the narrow wooden bed began to creak and shake.

Oda Nanabu was lying expressionless with his eyes closed, but he saw the beggar suddenly trembled, and then a trace of embarrassment flashed across his greasy face. He stood up angrily, picked up the clothes on the ground, put them on, picked up the suitcase, and He panted and left without looking back.

Oda Nanaho opened her eyes, the light was slightly dazzling, a tear slipped down, her face gradually became blurred, she sighed feebly, and stood up tremblingly.
The beggar came down from the stairs. His upright figure suddenly stooped a little. He licked his lips, feeling a little unfinished and a little annoyed. His face gradually became gloomy. He glanced at the light struggling through the gap in the window and sneered. He made a sound, then glanced around cautiously, and walked into the alley.

However, as soon as he entered another alley, his expression suddenly changed, and he saw a few dark shadows suddenly reflected in the pale moonlight.

Then footsteps sounded, and four figures surrounded him one after another.

"Wang Xiaoer, where are you going? What are you holding in your hand?" A loud laugh sounded.

"Hey, I just got something. It's not valuable." The beggar's face was uncertain. He quickly judged the identities of the people, quietly moved his steps, and made a fighting movement.

"Really? Instead of begging for food, you actually learned to be a thief?"

"Wang Xiaoer, do you want to break through yourself?"

"What kind of breakthrough? If a big person wants to break through himself, that's called trouble. If a small person wants to break through, that's called death."

"Hey, look at this guy, he's so sneaky, he doesn't know if he's going to steal something or someone."

"What nonsense do you want to talk to him? The rules of the world are to pay half of the money when you meet."

"Xiao Er, should you take it out yourself, or let the brothers do it?"

With a "chi" sound, one person took out a fire folder from his arms and blew it gently, revealing a trace of firelight, which reflected an equally dirty and greasy face.

The beggar took a closer look and realized that he knew this man. He was also begging for a living in this area, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"It turns out to be Brother Zhao. I understand the rules of the world. Don't be anxious. Everyone who meets you has a share. I'll just go along with it. You can help me take a look."

The beggar hunched over and said humbly, slowly approaching Brother Zhao. Suddenly, he stepped quickly and touched his right hand on his waist, and a dagger with a cold light appeared in his hand.

Seeing that the dagger was about to hit Brother Zhao, who was stunned on the spot with his eyes wide open, a trace of disdain appeared on the beggar's face. He had already thought of the bloody scene where blood would seal his throat.

However, the man on Brother Zhao's right seemed to have foreseen his actions. He moved slightly, grabbed his wrist with his right hand, and then kicked him out. The two people behind him quickly came up and grabbed his shoulders as well. throat.

He was quickly handcuffed behind his back with a "click" of a "silver bracelet", and then he was stepped on and forced against the wall while several people began to search him.

'Zhao Er colluded with the police? As soon as this idea came to his mind, the beggar’s expression suddenly changed again.

I saw one person taking out a flashlight and examining his open mouth carefully. After seeing nothing unusual, he took off his own socks and stuffed them in. Another person groped his hair, collar, and cuffs, inch by inch, meticulously.

'This is not the police, this is the Secret Service. 'The beggar's face turned pale. It is impossible for the police to have such qualities. The three words 'Secret Service', which he originally deeply disdained, suddenly exploded in his heart, making him panic.

When did the Chinese Secret Service notice me?

However, no one responded to him. A plainclothesman touched a wrinkle at his collar, sneered, and cut it off with a dagger. Then he hit him on the back of the neck with a knife, and he suddenly fainted.

Then, under the stunned eyes of Brother Zhao, several people dragged the beggar away like a dead dog.

Brother Zhao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and was stunned for a while. Then he yelled, panicked, and ran away.

Damn, it’s so scary. What do these colleagues I met when I went out tonight do?

At the same time, Oda Nana, who looked gloomy and sad, stopped a rickshaw after going out. As soon as he got on the bus, he was knocked unconscious and was then taken to an unknown place by the rickshaw.

At the same time, the gorgeous banquet hall held to celebrate the new director was brightly lit...

"Vulture" held up champagne and chatted and laughed with the people around him. He participated as Chen Erdong, the editor-in-chief of "Huamei Morning News".

As the editor-in-chief of a recent best-selling newspaper, he has received much courtesy and attention here.

However, what no one else noticed was that Editor Chen seemed a little uneasy tonight. He looked up at the door of the banquet hall from time to time, as if he was waiting for someone, but the person he was waiting for never showed up.
"Snapped"

In the dark and quiet room, the beggar had just woken up when a bright light hit his face. He subconsciously squinted his eyes and saw someone roughly grabbing his hair and removing the disgusting socks from his mouth.

"Identity, code name, organization, mission."

A cold voice came from the direction of the light source.

"My name is Wang Xiaoer, a local. I make a living by begging and became a thief tonight. Boss, this is really my first time." The beggar's eyes rolled around on his dirty and greasy face, and he said tremblingly. .

However, this performance was a bit ridiculous in Zhang Yi's eyes, so he directly pressed the play button on the monitoring device.

"I'm here to get something, the vulture should have told you."

The next second, what he said came out clearly.

"Do you want to act again? They say that rabbits don't eat grass from their nests. Don't mess around with classmates and fellow villagers. Don't harass people who have same-sex relationships. Nobuhiro Oda was arrested, so you harass other people's families. Are you a bit hungry?"

The beggar's body trembled, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, followed by unconcealable shock, his whole body trembled slightly, and his face looked in disbelief.

Oda Nana Ayumu has been under his surveillance, and the connection between her and the vulture was completed under his watch and vigilance. When did the Chinese agents install the bug?
His mind was ups and downs, and he sighed dejectedly and said:

"As the Chinese say, if you come out to fool around, you will have to pay back sooner or later. Your skills are superior. I admit defeat and am willing to cooperate."

"Really?" Zhang Yi looked at him with some surprise. This was the first time he met Zhutongtou.

"Shouldn't you be tortured first and then be forced to confess? This way, even if you are acting, you can act more realistically."

Zhang Yi sneered at his words. An agent's figure could be flexible and his identity could change in different situations, but his mission remained the same. He didn't believe that this beggar chose to confess so quickly.

The beggar showed a miserable expression and sighed:

"My name is Tsukamoto Renpei, codenamed Poisonous Scorpion, and I have a Chinese name called Wang Renzhou. Although I am Japanese, my mother is Chinese. I was born in Manchukuo... I am forced to do this line of work..."

"My girlfriend Keiko had an affair with Takahashi of the Military Police. In anger, I stabbed Takahashi... In exchange for my freedom, I joined the spy school..."

The beggar lowered his head and talked to himself. There was a look of despair, pain, and hatred in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and said: "The intelligence team I am in is called the Exploration Team, and my superior is Vulture. You should have met him before. His disguised identity is Wang Haoyi, and he is a writer..."

"This person is very cunning and cunning. He will write down the collected information in novels and pass them on..."

"However, I know where he lives, and I can take you to search for him."

"Really?" Zhang Yi looked at him with a half-smile. If he hadn't known that the vulture had a dual identity, he would have almost believed it.

There is a course in the Secret Service's agent training class called Arrest Techniques. This course is very detailed and classifies how to conduct arrests under different circumstances, including arrest, arrest, arrest, round-up, etc...

The so-called arrest refers to the situation when a very few arrested people confess the people related to them because they cannot bear the torture. The special agents will take them with them to arrest the person they specified.

And this course is almost entirely about how to prevent being deceived and not to alert others.

Because the spies have been deceived and deceived many times in this regard.

Some arrested persons seemed unable to bear the torture and were willing to betray the organization. When the agents happily took them to arrest the persons they arrested, they were instead used as a signal to call the police, causing the leadership and other people to Safe transfer.

Or the person under interrogation deceives the secret service personnel and falsely tells the address of his superiors or colleagues, often at or near the opposite door on the same road...

When the spies take this person to search, the people in this organization will not only become vigilant immediately, but also see that their comrades have been arrested, so they move quickly.

Agents used to get away with this and were used as a tool for tipping off information.

It is conceivable that if Zhang Yi believed the lies of Tsukamoto Renhei, once he went to "Wang Haoyi"'s house to arrest him, "Chen Erdong" who lived opposite him noticed something unusual and knew that the first level of identity was exposed, he would immediately Hibernating or perhaps quietly leaving, disappearing without a trace.

"Of course, what I told is the truth..."

"What good will this do to you?" Zhang Yi stared at him with a pair of deep eyes.

"I hope my information will buy me my freedom."

Tsukamoto Renpei's eyes showed a desperate but unswerving look.

Zhang Yi didn't know that Vulture's second identity was the confession he had agreed with the other party in advance. He sneered:
"Freedom? You just said that you always have to pay back when you come out to fool around. What you said is more elegant, it means that all the gifts in life have been secretly marked with a price...

"Whether your mother is a real Chinese or a fake, it doesn't change the fact that you are a Japanese spy. From the moment you set foot on Chinese territory, your fate is destined to be death without a burial. "

"The story is well written. As the old saying goes, there are three things you can't hold up: a collapsed wall, a broken beam, and a woman who fell into someone else's arms. You said your girlfriend ran away, haha, she can't be held up. Get up, what about you?"

"If you don't want to give me a chance, then try the torture of our secret service. Maybe you will wake up..."

Zhang Yi waved his hand in disgust and said:

"Torture!"

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(End of this chapter)