My spy diary

Chapter 225 Confession (please vote)

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A basin of cold water was poured on him, and Ye Zhen gradually woke up from his coma. He moved slightly and found that he was fixed to a chair with his hands handcuffed tightly.

Ye Zhen was about forty years old, of medium build, with a short face and long, thick eyebrows.

Under the high nose bridge are two thin lips.

At this moment, he tried hard to open his eyes and looked around. He soon realized his situation: he was in a simple and closed interrogation room.

The bright light bulb stimulated his eyes and allowed his confused mind to slowly piece together what had happened.

He first hid in a dry well. The moment Jin Magao roared and gave a signal, he killed the old lady in the dry well and chose to break out as soon as possible.

But he was hit in the thigh while escaping. He tried desperately to climb over the wall to break out of the encirclement, but was ambushed by the Secret Service. A strong man hit him hard on the neck with a palm, and he fainted.

Glancing down at the roughly bandaged wound on his leg, Ye Zhen took a deep breath. The training he received in the military and the Song Agency told him that he would soon face a storm of interrogation and torture. At this moment, he needed to be absolutely sober and calm. As long as he didn't panic, the enemy would not be able to extract any information from him.

"I wonder how Sasaki is doing?"

Ye Zhen was thinking when the door of the interrogation room opened with a clang, and an officer in a lieutenant colonel uniform walked in, surrounded by several people.

He did not recognize this face, but the awe-inspiring aura emanating from this person made Ye Zhen realize that this person should not be underestimated.

The young lieutenant colonel pulled over a chair and sat down opposite Ye Zhen. He lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and stared at him with deep eyes.

"I am Zhang Yi, deputy chief of the Operations Section of the Special Service Department. Mr. Ye Zhen, you should understand your situation, right?"

Ye Zhen looked calm, but his gradually dilating pupils betrayed the shock in his heart.

He didn't expect that the person interrogating him was Zhang Yi, who had turned the empire's intelligence community upside down, frightened a number of traitors, and caused the notorious fat man to personally issue a kill order.

Looking at this face that was intimidating without being angry and whose emotions could not be determined, Ye Zhen took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, slowly straightened his back, and asked calmly:
"How's Jinmagao doing?"

"He is barely alive. The bullet has been removed, but without antibiotics and fever-reducing injections, he will not survive more than three days."

Zhang Yi looked at him calmly: "I hope you will be smart and cooperate with us to find a way out for yourself, otherwise I will let you experience what it means to live a life worse than death."

Ye Zhen's heart trembled. He licked his dry lips and clenched his fists tightly. His sharp nails pierced his palms. The pain calmed him down a little.

"Section Chief Zhang, we Japanese are not as afraid of death as you Chinese are. It is my honor to sacrifice myself for His Majesty the Emperor. As a death warrior, I don't need any way out."

"Outwardly powerful but weak at heart." Zhang Yi sneered when he noticed his little action.

"You're not afraid of death? What about your family? If your superiors learn that you've been arrested or even betrayed, you know what will happen to them."

These words hit Ye Zhen's soft spot. Once the Secret Service released the news of his arrest or betrayal, his former colleagues would not hesitate to divide up the wealth that his family had accumulated with great difficulty.

Ye Zhen felt a flash of panic in his heart, but he still didn't want to be a traitor, so he gritted his teeth and said:

"Our intelligence agency of the Empire of Japan is not like your Military Intelligence Bureau. Being arrested and interrogated will only further prove my loyalty."

"Haha, once you are arrested, your loyalty will be questioned. This is human nature. You don't need to quibble." Zhang Yi was too lazy to argue with him and waved his hand.

"Begin the torture!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two burly plainclothes officers rushed up and dragged Yezhen onto a raised wooden board, restrained his limbs, and stuffed a water pipe into his mouth.

The water pipe was connected to the faucet, and the cold ice water penetrated into Yezhen's mouth and nostrils as he whimpered and struggled.

After a while, his nostrils and lungs could not withstand the pressure and vomited large amounts of blood.

But Zhang Yi had no intention of stopping. He used hanging with a hemp pole, stir-frying pork ribs, using a tiger bench, soldering irons, and stepping on bars. Ye Zhen passed out and woke up, passed out and woke up, and was tortured repeatedly.

"Swish" another basin of cold water was poured, and the tortured and dying Ye Zhen woke up again. His chest was heaving violently, gasping for breath, with an expression of unbearable pain.

Zhang Yi pointed to the window and instructed the plainclothes officer:

"Open it and take him over to calm down."

"Yes." The plainclothes officer grabbed his wet hair and dragged him to the window.

"Hualala" Facing the biting cold wind blowing in from the window, Ye Zhen couldn't help but shiver again.

He had lived in the Northeast. Not to mention a wet wounded man, even a normal person wrapped in a coat would be left with injuries if not killed in such an environment.

"In ten minutes, your ears will be frozen off. In an hour, you will be frozen to death. Think carefully."

The words of the plainclothes officer behind him were like a heavy drum hitting Ye Zhen's heart, making his heart tremble again and again.

In his muddled brain, he recalled his gentle and virtuous wife and his lively and lovely children. A thought came to his mind: it is better to live a miserable life than to die. He painfully grasped his face which was distorted by pain and said in a trembling voice:

"I'm willing to cooperate."

A few minutes later, after his wounds were simply treated, Ye Zhen was taken into another interrogation room.

Inside the small room, a glaring incandescent light shone directly on his face, and any tiny details of his expression were invisible under this strong light.

Zhang Yi asked the plainclothes officer to hand him a cup of hot water and said directly:

"Tell me everything you know."

Ye Zhen raised his exhausted face and said bitterly:
"What are you talking about? You are too far away from the Northeast. I know nothing about the situation in Wuhan."

"Let's start with the purpose of your visit to Wuhan."

"Purpose?
I came to Wuhan saying that I was assisting Jin Magao in his work, but actually it was also for surveillance. He is a North Korean who has been running his business here alone for so long that the higher-ups are a little worried about him.

Our purpose is simple: to secretly destroy Wuhan’s airport, ammunition depot and other facilities to clear the way for the military’s subsequent attack on Wuhan.”

Zhang Yi was not surprised by this, as this was a common tactic used by those in higher positions. Just like in the Secret Service, Boss Dai deliberately created discord between the chief and deputy chiefs and made them suspicious of each other, so as to prevent them from being united and colluding with each other to deceive him.

"Since you are in charge of surveillance, you should have a channel to report intelligence to your superiors. Is it a dead letter box or a radio? Or do you have a courier?"

Ye Zhen's eyelids trembled, and after a long silence, he sighed and said frankly:
"I came to the Fifth War Zone temporarily from the headquarters. I first went to Shanghai, then disguised myself as a refugee and sneaked down. The journey was difficult and it was not suitable to carry a radio."

"According to regulations, I need to listen to the secret radio channel to receive instructions from headquarters."

"What intelligence did you get?"

"We also follow the coded instructions sent by the headquarters via radio broadcasts to deliver the intelligence to the designated location, and then the headquarters' couriers retrieve the intelligence and report to the headquarters."

"Mr. Ye Zhen, you and I both know that intelligence has a time attribute. Although such a long process is safe, it takes too long. I don't believe that you don't have a backup channel for emergency transmission of intelligence?"

"According to the plan, I need to make contact with Jin Magao first. After the station is fixed, the courier will carry the radio near my residence to cooperate with my actions." "Contact time?"

"It's five this morning."

"Secret channel and code book."

Zhang Yi stared at him for a long time, silently observing the changes in his expression. Seeing that he had no signs of lying, he asked the plainclothes officer to hand him a pen and write down the radio channel.

"The code book is very common. It is from the popular novel Romance of the Three Kingdoms in China."

"The Romance of the Three Kingdoms?" Zhang Yi asked in surprise.

"Not bad!" Ye Zhen took a sip of hot water, a little light returned to his eyes, and he said with a hint of pride:
"As far as I know, the Empire's cryptographer, Dr. Saburo Ito, has cracked your internal military code in Manchuria some time ago."

"The code used by Yan's troops in Shanxi is often the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, while the codes used by Liu and Xiang in the Sichuan Army are based on the Hundred Family Names and the Three Character Classic. The only codes that have not been deciphered are those of your Central Army and the Red Party."

It's not surprising to crack the code of the miscellaneous troops. Zhang Yi continued to ask:
"Where are Li Mouren's troops?"

At present, the Japanese Army's Banheng Division and Jigu Division have set out from Shandong and are attacking southward from the east and west, attempting to meet up in Taierzhuang and then capture Xuzhou.

At the same time, the 11th Division of the Japanese Army, which was heading north from the Jinling area, had already reached Chihe and Huainan.

Obviously at this time, the Japanese army wanted to attack Xuzhou from the north and south.

At this moment, Xuzhou was in danger of collapse. If the Guangxi clique's code was cracked again, the consequences would be disastrous.

“I don’t know about that. But…”

"But what?"

"But as far as I know, Tokugawa Doi-yuan from the Special High Section has applied to the higher authorities for the 14th Army Corps to join the war.
Before I set out for Wuhan, some of my former classmates at the secret service school suddenly disappeared. They must have infiltrated Xuzhou in advance. "

Needless to say, Feiyuan, the spy chief who was a professional soldier, was jealous of his classmate's military achievements and was ready to take action himself.

Zhang Yi sneered. On the Xuzhou front, Li was a lone commander. The only one he could use was the 31st Army of the Guangxi clique led by Bai, who supported him. The rest were miscellaneous troops. How could he fight against the powerful and brutal Banheng Division of the Japanese army?

The only way is to fight like Tian Ji's horse racing, exchanging lives for lives and with the spirit of being ready to die.

Taierzhuang is the graveyard of the arrogant Japanese army.

"Very good, the information you provided is very valuable." Zhang Yi suppressed his emotions and continued to ask:

"What do you know about the undercover, the one who called Jin Magao?"

Ye Zhen thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "This is an intelligence officer controlled by Jin Magao himself. I only know that his code name is Jin Chan, and I know nothing else."

"Okay, Ye Zhenjun, that's all for today. You can rest now. If you remember anything, you can report to me at any time. You will also need to cooperate with us in decrypting the radio secret messages."

Seeing that he could not get any more information out of him, Zhang Yi waved his hand and had someone take him away.

Ye Zhen nodded silently, his eyes a little dazed.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Red Party Wuhan Office.

Late at night, there were knocks on the office door. After three knocks and two light knocks, the door opened a crack. Two detectives wearing felt hats glanced behind them vigilantly and quickly slipped in.

The two of them entered and immediately came to Cha Gong's office.

Mr. Cha was still awake at this moment. He put on his clothes and welcomed the two people in. He poured them a cup of hot tea and immediately asked, "How is it?"

The investigator didn't even bother to drink his tea, and said in frustration, "I lost him."

"What's going on? How did we lose them?" Liu Qitian asked anxiously. These two people were the backbones he specially selected from the underground organization.

"Li Chunxiang first went to a teahouse, probably to meet with the people from the secret service he was in contact with, but he waited for a long time and no one from the other side showed up. We didn't dare to get close to him because we didn't reveal our identities."

Another person said, "This guy is very cunning. After leaving the teahouse, he probably discovered our tracks and turned around to go into the Guo Party War Zone Intelligence Department and never came out again."

"Alas!" Liu Qitian sighed, looked at the tea master, and said:

"Commander, report to the headquarters. Although we haven't caught any hard evidence of collaborating with the enemy, the fact that he left in the evening and has not returned yet speaks volumes."

Mr. Cha nodded and said solemnly, "Send a message to the headquarters immediately."

Li Chunxiang’s betrayal was not the most important thing. The key point was that this person, under the name of Wu Hao, swept away all the funds accumulated by the office.

On the other side, Li Chunxiang came to a residential building carrying a suitcase.

He took out the key, opened the door and went in. He saw that Xiao Cui was still pregnant and had not slept yet. He stared at her absentmindedly for a while and said:

"Why don't we leave Wuhan?"

"Leave? Where to?" Xiao Cui, who was originally careless, immediately got off the bed after hearing what he said, stared into his eyes and asked:
"problem occurs?"

Li Chunxiang naturally would not tell him about the exciting things he had experienced a few hours ago. He shook his head, opened the suitcase, pointed at the full banknotes and said:

"Now that we have money, I want to move to a new place for the sake of my children's future."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Cui sneered and interrupted him directly, saying:
"I see you don't want to cooperate with the Secret Service anymore?"

Li Chunxiang was a little confused as to how Xiao Cui knew about the Secret Service. After a long pause, he suddenly realized that all this was a trap designed for him.

"Got it? Too late!" Xiao Cui sneered, took out a pistol from under the pillow, and pointed it at his head:

"I don't care what you think. Go back now. To tell you the truth, once you lose your usefulness, the higher-ups will get rid of you without hesitation."

Li Chunxiang looked at his wife, whom he had been with for half a year, in disbelief. He never thought that she was also a spy from the Secret Service. There was a look of despair in his eyes, and infinite regret surged in his heart. He gritted his teeth and said:
"Can I go back now?"

These words were spoken to Xiao Cui, and it also seemed like he was asking himself a question.

"Didn't you work under Wu Hao? As long as you sincerely admit your mistakes, they won't dare to do anything to you without evidence."

"is it?"

As Li Chunxiang was speaking, he suddenly dodged, and with his left hand, he grabbed Xiao Cui's wrist like lightning, took away her pistol, and pointed the gun at her.

But after a long stalemate, seeing Xiao Cui's bulging belly, he still didn't have the courage to grab. He sighed deeply, picked up the suitcase, and walked out in a daze.

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(End of this chapter)