My spy diary

Chapter 179: Strength of Character (please vote for me)

In an airtight interrogation room.

Humid and hot.

Under the dim light, several torture instruments exuded the pungent smell of metal mixed with blood.

Zhang Mazi was hung high on the beam. At this moment, he was tortured beyond recognition and was in a semi-conscious state. The prison guard's whip continued to hit him, and he screamed intermittently.

Warden Han Wenhu is briefing Zhang Yi on the situation.

"Zhang Mazi, Li Guaizi, Wang Waizui, Zhao Lezi, these people are bandits sent by the tax police inspection office.
He was involved in smuggling, robbery, tax evasion, and even beating to death a brother from our Inspection Department. Logically, he should have been punished long ago, but their boss ran away and the stolen money was never found, so he has been detained here."

Zhang Yi glanced at the blood-stained Zhang Mazi...

Usually people will describe the heinous bandits and robbers who commit murder and arson as being extremely vicious, eating people without spitting out their bones, and looking ferocious.

Last but not least, we should give them some physical defects in appearance, just like the names of these people. It seems that these people are evil stars descended from heaven to the world. It is absolutely impossible for them to grow upright and upright.

He took off Han Cencen's clothes, put Zhang Mazi down and fixed him on the interrogation chair, picked up a sharp steel bar from the ground, picked up a hammer and nailed it to his shoulder blade.

Zhang Mazi was trembling all over, his face was twisted, the huge sting made his whole body tremble, and the dragging shackles made a harsh scraping sound.

"Yes." The prison guard smiled strangely.

Han Wenhu interrupted her and said disdainfully: "Bullshit loyalty, they say bitches are ruthless and thief without justice, a lost dog with no food to eat, feeding people they don't know well, how can a few bandits talk about loyalty? If we talk about loyalty, Why did your boss run away on his own?"

But it happened that these people were all good-looking. The third youngest, Li Guaizi, assassinated Zhang Yi and was killed by him.

"I really don't know," Zhang Mazi roared with a look of panic on his face. Suddenly he seemed to have thought of something, as if he was grasping at a life-saving straw.

Just above the brazier is the other end of the steel bar.

"Very good. If you don't tell me, there's Zhao Lezi. He's not as tough-talking as you. He was scared to death when he got on the interrogation stand."

Zhang Mazi didn't notice his expression and tried his best to prove himself.

"I want to report someone. Someone wants to escape from prison."

Han Wenhu sneered, pointed at the brazier burning on the floor of the interrogation room, and said:
"Give him something exciting."

But this was far from over. The prison guard directly grabbed the stool, picked up some bricks and built a bracket next to the interrogation chair, and then placed the brazier on it.

"I I don't know"

"It's true, it's the Red Party. I know their organizers.0233
His number is 0233. The Red Party members respect him very much. This man is not shackled and is not a serious criminal. He must have concealed his identity."

Zhang Mazi raised his head and lowered his eyes.

The second brother, Zhang Mazi, is being interrogated now.

"I said. I said"

"What's on the note?"

As time passed, the steel bars finally burned red, and the red color began to spread to Zhang Mazi's shoulder blades.

The shrill screams sounded, making people's hair stand on end.

Zhang Mazi's expression darkened and he said to himself:
"He is him, I am me"

"You still dare to quibble? Continue."

"Prison break? Stop talking nonsense." Han Wenhu flashed his eyebrows and interrupted him sharply.

Zhang Yi just smiled reservedly and did not comment.

At this time, Zhang Mazi was heard breathing heavily and saying in a trembling voice:

Zhang Mazi obviously didn't believe it, and he retorted:

Zhang Mazi screamed uncontrollably. At this moment, he was covered in sweat and soaked, as if he had been fished out of a frying pan.
He clutched the head of the house tightly, veins on his face were pulsing, his eyes were wide open, and the huge pain made the muscles on his face tremble constantly...

"No matter how crazy a person is about to die, he cannot accept death as home. It is human nature to be nostalgic for life.
Chief Zhang, the frog boiled in warm water I invented is not bad, right? "Han Wenhu took the confession and showed off proudly.

"It was the prison guard named Xu Houshun. He gave the third child a note while eating, and then he became very worried."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhang Yi and affirmed: "We have no grudge against this guy again."

As the prison guards continued to add charcoal to the brazier, the fire became more and more intense, and the steel bars that were cold just now began to change color.

He clenched his hands into fists, a trace of sarcasm appeared on his pale and greasy face, and said disdainfully:
"Even if you beat me to death, I don't know why Lao San suddenly went crazy and went to assassinate me."

The fourth king, who had a crooked mouth, was shot to death by a prison guard.

"Ahhh"

"Warden Han, Chief Han. This man must be a big fish. As long as you get his confession, you will definitely be promoted and make a fortune."

Crackling, that is the sound of burning oil secretion.

Interrogation is an art, but not everyone can master it, so people often choose the most direct method - torture.

Han Wenhu intended to show off in front of Zhang Yi, but reality hit him hard. He became a little angry, slammed the table, and asked sternly:
"Zhang Mazi, when you get here, you have no choice. There will be more torture waiting for you later, so don't take any chances."

"I think you're going to drink a fine drink if you don't want to drink a toast."

"Warden Han, forget it if you want to sow discord. We are sworn brothers and he won't do that."

Then a burning smell filled the interrogation room.

"0233? Who is this?" Zhang Yi's heart moved and he asked pretending to be curious.

"This man's name is Zhang Gehua. He was arrested during the arrest of the Jinling underground organization of the Red Party in early 36. At that time, he appeared at the meeting place of the Red Party. Multiple interrogations did not yield any useful clues, and the traitor did not know this person. But he has been detained as a suspect."

Han Wenhu pondered, "If what Zhang Mazi said is true, then he must be a big fish."

He thought for a while, then asked people to drag Zhang Mazi down, and suddenly called a prison guard over and said:
"Bring this 0233 here, remember to put shackles on him."

Soon, with the clang of shackles, two prison guards escorted a figure in.

He was wearing a thin and worn gray cloth prison uniform. He was about forty years old, his hair was a little gray after washing, his body was stooped, and his clothes were wrinkled.

Being pinned down on the interrogation chair by the prison guards, he showed a trace of fear on his face and said uneasily:
"Sir, what are you doing? Why did you suddenly shackle me? I already told you that you arrested the wrong person. Why are you trying him again?"

"Stop pretending, Zhang Mazi has confessed everything about you."

Han Wenhu sneered:
"Mr. Zhang Gehua, you are not just an ordinary businessman. It seems that we need to get to know each other again."

"Warden Han, what do you mean by this?" Zhang Gehua looked confused.

"Don't be careless with your words. If you don't speak carefully, you will harm your body.

Haha, don’t think that no one knows about your jailbreak plan. I just want to catch you all in one go...

I originally thought that Wang Hexian, the former No. 5 figure in the Jinling underground party, was behind the planning. Unexpectedly, it was you. Mr. Zhang is really secretive. You are not his superior, are you? "No. 5, superior, Warden Han, I am just a businessman."
Tell me, what kind of drama are you singing? "Zhang Gehua sighed, looking depressed.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't say it, someone will." Han Wenhu sneered and picked up the phone on the table:
"Let Deputy Warden Song come for a visit."

Soon, Deputy Warden Song Gangfu walked in. He looked like he was in his thirties, also wearing a major uniform, with a cigarette in his mouth and a gloomy look on his face.

Zhang Yi glanced at him and immediately thought of who this person was.

In May and June of 1935, the Japanese invaders secretly planned to create troubles in Tianjin, Hebei and other places, and threatened them with force...

It successively forced the Jinlingguo Party government to sign treasonous treaties such as the "Ho-Mei Agreement" and handed over most of the sovereignty of Hebei and Chahar provinces, including Tianjin, to Japan.

After that, the Japanese imperialists actively planned the so-called "autonomy" of the five provinces of North China, planned to establish a puppet regime under their direct control, and carried out comprehensive political, economic, and cultural aggression in North China.

(Let me tell you here, this is fact and history, so some people should not clamor in the comment area about the Japanese power in North China that has not started to resist the war, or that there are too many Japanese spies. Although it is a novel, you can scold me for bad writing. , the writing is not good, but as a Chinese, history can never be forgotten).
"North China is so big that there is no room for a quiet desk."

The wolfish ambitions of the Japanese aroused great indignation among people from all walks of life in Peiping.

It was against this background that the Red Party organized and led the "December 9th" movement.

The deputy warden, Song Gangfu, was a member of the Red Party at that time.

This person joined the Red Party in 34. He is very scheming and has a deep knowledge of the city. He is good at observing people and is also eloquent...

He played a great role in the establishment and development of underground organizations. He was highly praised by comrades in the organization and valued by superior leaders, and he quickly climbed to a high position.

But deep down, this person is a hypocrite who puts personal interests first...

After gaining status, his selfish desires expanded and he began to pursue enjoyment, and engaged in concubines and mistresses outside...

This person was arrested shortly after arriving in Jinling. After his arrest, he immediately rebelled. His true nature was completely exposed and he betrayed a large number of underground party members.

Wang Hexian was this person's former superior, and was imprisoned here after being betrayed by him.

"Old Song, Wang Xianhe has always been tough-talking. He has withstood so many interrogations, but now a new situation has arisen." Han Wenhu pointed at Zhang Gehua and said:

"If I want to know this person's true identity, I need help."

"In this way, you can meet him again...

By the way, there is no need for torture this time, the focus is on the heart.

Isn't his wife in Caojiaxiang Prison? Let them meet and tell him that if he doesn't identify Zhang Gehua's true identity, he will send his wife on the road tonight. "

Han Wenhu was speaking, but his eyes were looking at Zhang Gehua with profound meaning.

"Yes."

Song Gangfu also glanced at Zhang Gehua, smiled coldly, turned around and left.

Zhang Yi’s heart was burned...

He didn't know if the comrade named Wang Hexian could withstand the test again. Although he was not an undercover agent of the Red Party or an underground party member...but with a modern soul, he naturally sympathized with and was close to the Red Party. At this moment, seeing that his comrade was about to be exposed, He was about to be tortured, but he was unable to save him, which made him a little exhausted.

But there was no wave on Zhang Yi's face. He looked at Zhang Gehua opposite him, as if he was just looking at an unrelated prisoner. Instead, he smiled sarcastically:

"Could this man be a red party member? He is timid and timid. At first glance, he looks like a greasy and cunning businessman."

"Chief Zhang, you are good at catching Japanese spies, but you certainly don't know the Red Party as well as I do..."

They were really useless before, but now they are becoming more and more organized.
Furthermore, if a person is in prison for a long time, even if he is not an actor, his acting skills will become very good. "

Han Wenhu curled his lips, looked at Zhang Gehua and said:

"Since you don't admit it, then you have no choice but to use torture."

As he said this, he waved his hand, and the prison guard stepped forward and put Zhang Gehua on the cross stake.

The tiger bench, pepper water pouring, leather whips, and branding irons were used to torture him one after another, over and over again.

Soon, within an hour, Zhang Gehua was covered in scars, bloodstains, and breathless.

However, during the torture process, Zhang Gehua remained silent and endured all the torture.

"Mr. Zhang, tell me your true identity. As long as you reveal your organization, I will give you your freedom." Han Wenhu followed the instructions.

"Although Zhang is a businessman, he has also read books and knows that everything called freedom is a trap of unfreedom.
Besides, where did I come from? If I had joined any chamber of commerce, someone would have rescued me long ago."

"Stop pretending to be crazy. If you don't say anything, someone will." Han Wenhu roared angrily.

Zhang Gehua smiled: "Isn't that good?"

Han Wenhu took a sip, grabbed his hair, and shouted:
"If you don't tell me, don't think that I can't do anything to you. Believe it or not, I can kill you right now? Killing you here makes me want to crush an ant to death."

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, why bother? It's better to die than to live. I hope you will abandon the dark side and turn to the light soon." Zhang Yi also persuaded from the side.

Zhang Gehua just smiled and said nothing.

In his heart, he was far less calm than on his face...

In prison, Zhang Gehua used his keen observation skills to identify and inspect various prisoners in the prison, and discovered and got to know red parties and progressive people.

Over a period of time, he learned that there were more than 300 people in prison, including many members of the Red Party, some of whom, like him, had not exposed their identities.

Moreover, these party members are good comrades who are firm and loyal to the party. He believes that there should be a party organization to lead party members in prison and unite fellow prisoners to use legal means to fight against the enemy.

Later, through their discussions and planning, they came up with a plan to escape from prison. Until now...

At this moment, Deputy Warden Song Gangfu walked in excitedly from outside, followed by a timid prisoner.

Needless to say, Wang He must have chosen to cooperate first.

Sure enough, Song Gangfu said with a smile:
"Warden, this is a great achievement, you may not have imagined it. Thanks to Wang Hexian"

Zhang Yi raised the cigarette to his lips and froze immediately. Although he was worried that Wang He would rebel first, he didn't want to.
This person withstood the severe torture, but could not withstand the "temptation."

Moreover, Zhang Yi was surprised that the rebel side was so quick.

"Say." Han Wenhu pulled the cowering Wang Hexian away.

"Deputy Secretary Wang, please be honest. Things are going crazy outside, and Guohong is about to cooperate again. Anyway, it's all about resisting Japan."

Wang Hexian had something in his mind. He lowered his head and spoke, not daring to look into Zhang Gehua's eyes.

"Zhang Gehua? Deputy Secretary Wang? It turns out to be Wang Yingming, the former No. 2 figure in the Jinling underground party." Han Wenhu was full of surprises.

"Traitor." Wang Yingming glanced at Wang Hexian with contempt, closed his eyes and responded with silence.

At this moment, the shyness and smoothness on his face were no longer visible. Although he was wearing a blood-stained prison uniform, he stood with an upright back. Although he was behind bars, he had a proud demeanor that was neither humble nor overbearing.

Zhang Yi's heart was shocked.

(End of this chapter)