My spy diary

Chapter 228 Interrogation (please vote)

Although it was freezing cold outside, the building of the Secret Service Office was bustling with activity.

The teahouse explosion killed 17 people and injured 12. Three people died again due to serious injuries after being sent to the hospital.

All 127 people in the teahouse were arrested, and hundreds of interrogation records were made, but no trace of the suspect was found.

In the interrogation room, Zhang Yi had just finished questioning a suspect when he saw the head of the Intelligence Section, Yang Rong, push the door open and say:

"Chief Zhang, how long are you going to interrogate me? My phone is about to explode with calls.

Not to mention the individual guests in the hall, the guy in the private room is a well-known person. As soon as these people were arrested, their families called us through various connections. Director, deputy director, regiment commander, army commander, I can't stand it anymore, you should think about how to explain to the director!"

Zhang Yi glanced at the messy and noisy office area and asked instead of answering directly:

"Has the intelligence department's leak case been investigated?"

Yang Rong said angrily: "The technical department re-investigated the murder scene and determined from the angle of the knife that the murderer was left-handed. They narrowed the scope of investigation and finally determined that Secretary Su was a major suspect...

But his wife and children are in the hands of the Japanese. He only admitted that his code name is Jin Chan and kept silent about other information. He couldn't stand the torture and bit off his tongue. Now he is a useless person. Don't expect to get anything out of him. "

Zhang Yi sighed and nodded, "Those who have been cleared of suspicion can be released, but we cannot relax our surveillance of them. Section Chief Yang needs to send some personnel to support us."

“That’s no problem.”

Yang Rong left, Zhang Yi called Monkey and Qian Xiaosan and asked:
"How's the manhunt for the phone booth bomb suspect going?"

The monkey said, "This person is too cunning. He rode his bicycle into the alley, abandoned the bicycle, climbed over the wall into the residential area, sneaked into the nearby vegetable market with the stolen clothes, and finally disappeared."

"He stole the bicycle from someone else. According to the owner's recollection, the man was wearing a felt hat and a scarf, with only his eyes showing, so he couldn't see his face clearly.
The technical department collected footprints left by this person in the yard of the residential area, with a size of 44. Judging from the footprints and stride length, this person is about 175cm tall, which is basically consistent with the description of the car owner. "

Zhang Yi nodded. This man was obviously a well-trained professional spy. Trying to find him based on these few characteristics would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

He thought for a moment and decided to investigate in a different way, so he asked:
"I have carefully questioned the plainclothes officers who were following and monitoring Wang Xiaoer. Our people were very cautious and did not expose themselves. This can be proven by Wang Xiaoer's reaction. So why did the enemy suddenly attack their own people?"

Qian Xiaosan said, "Could it be that the brother we followed into the teahouse accidentally revealed his identity?"

Monkey immediately retorted: "No, we are tracking and monitoring Wang Xiaoer, and the Japanese spies in the teahouse are also investigating the safety of the meeting environment. If they are exposed, the hidden Japanese spies will not meet with Wang Xiaoer at all.
After Wang left, our people in the teahouse did not follow him immediately in order to confirm the contact person. The tracking was taken over by the brothers outside, so the problem must have occurred before or after Wang Xiaoer made the contact."

"Are you saying that someone secretly informed the contact person Wang Xiaoer that his identity was exposed? Leaked secrets? How is this possible?" Qian Xiaosan shook his head and said angrily:

"Only our people knew about the operation. From the beginning, two people worked together to monitor each other. There was no time to tip off. Besides, I don't believe there is anything wrong with our people."

"I said I just doubted it."

Seeing the two people arguing, Zhang Yi raised his hand to interrupt their conversation and said:
"Alright, although the phone at the teahouse counter was blown up, we can still check with the telephone company to see if there were any calls during that time period. Now we need to discuss the motives of the murderer who blew up Wang Xiaoer and the teahouse bombing."

Motivation is the root cause of their explosion.

Zhang Yi called a plainclothes officer to the telephone office to verify and the discussion continued.

Monkey thought for a moment and said, "Judging from the time and motive of the two explosions, the contact person obviously knew that Wang Xiaoer had been exposed, and the reason for silencing him was nothing more than to completely cut off the connection between him and the spy organization.

In the teahouse explosion, the worst-hit areas were the counter on the first floor and the two private rooms on the second floor, Chunxia, ​​which shows that the murderer was intentionally eliminating possible witnesses."

"When a customer enters the teahouse from outside, the waiter, the waiter who guides the customers, the counter manager and the customers near the counter may all be witnesses, so they want to kill them to silence them."

“This shows that the identity of the contact person is very important.”

"Perhaps we plainclothes officers who followed Wang Xiaoer into the teahouse have seen them before."

However, the two men were sitting at the door at the time and were seriously injured. They are still in the hospital for treatment and cannot speak for a while. The clues are cut off here again.

But Zhang Yi did not lose heart. He picked up the inquiry records one by one, marked the locations of the guests at that time on the floor plan of the teahouse, and took out the casualty list for comparison.

At this time, Qian Xiaosan suddenly pointed at the casualty list and said:
"This servant named Wang Fagang was lucky. Eleven of the shopkeeper's servants died, but he was only slightly injured."

"Look at the interrogation records. According to him, he has been running around on the first floor today and has not been to the second floor at all.
He happened to be hiding behind a guest when the explosion occurred and was lucky enough to escape, but he was knocked unconscious by the shock wave of the explosion."

"That means he is the only alive teahouse waiter?" Zhang Yi took the interrogation record of this man and looked through it carefully.

"Section Chief, do you think there is a problem with this guy's identity? The waiters in the teahouse all wear the same uniform, with melon-shaped hats, long gowns, and white towels on their shoulders or arms. They are clearly different from the guests' attire. In order to conceal the identity of the contact person, the Japanese spies killed so many people, but he was the only one who survived?"

"Could it be that due to time constraints, the Japanese spies did not have time to verify his life or death?"

"It's not that I'm dark, I just think that abnormality is evil." Qian Xiaosan curled his lips, looking suspicious.

Zhang Yi pondered, glanced at the signature on the inquiry record and saw that it was Liu Kui, so he immediately picked up the phone and called him over, asking:
"What's going on with this Wang Fagang?"

"You are talking about him," Liu Kui said with a mocking smile:

"What a wimp. When he entered the interrogation room, he was so scared when he heard that we were from the secret service. He was crying and talking incoherently. His words were worthless." "So cowardly?" Zhang Yi was puzzled. Even the interrogation of the secret service was not as scary as the explosion, right? So many people died, but he was the only one who survived. Shouldn't he be thankful and happy now?

This is just an interrogation room. If he were taken into an interrogation room full of torture instruments, who knows what would happen to him.

"Anyone else got pissed?"

"No." Liu Kuisi laughed. "Even though the female actors in the troupe were trembling all over, they were not scared to death. Most of them were still immersed in the aftermath of the explosion. That's why I said he was a coward. He didn't have the courage to participate in today's explosion."

Zhang Yi shook his head. "Our job is to doubt everything. Bring him to interrogation room No. 1 and send another group to search his home. I want to see if he has a real physiological reaction or is just acting."

A few minutes later Zhang Yi met Wang Fagang in the interrogation room.

He looked to be about thirty years old, of medium build, with a slightly round face, ordinary features, and a pair of eyes of medium size that were now filled with fear.

He was still wearing the same grey running shirt and pants soaked in urine. The urine smell was even worse in the damp and stuffy interrogation room.

Fixed on the interrogation chair, Wang Fagang's eyes widened in fear, his body began to stiffen, his originally dusty face turned pale, his lips trembled slightly, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept sliding down his forehead.

Zhang Yi did not give him a chance to speak, flipped through the household registration information provided by the police and read:
"Wang Fagang, 6 years old, fled from Shanghai to Wuhan years ago and has been working in this teahouse ever since. Four years ago, he fell in love with the daughter of the chef, Mr. Wang, and then got married. Now he has a -year-old daughter. Am I right?"

"Yes, yes, sir, the officer just asked everything, and I have said everything I should say. It's true that I have been running around on the first floor all day and have never been to the second floor." Wang Fagang said tremblingly with his eyes wide open.

"You were on the first floor, and someone has proven that, but that doesn't prove that you didn't go to the second floor?"

"I have been serving guests in the front row of the theatre today. They are all regular customers. The boss specifically told me to do that."

"Your boss is dead, and he can't testify for you either." Zhang Yi interrupted him, took out a portrait of Wang Xiaoer, and asked, "Do you know this person?"

Wang Fagang squinted his eyes and looked at it, then said thoughtfully:

"I seem to have some impression of him, but he is definitely not a regular customer of the teahouse."

"That's not right. Witnesses said you had refilled his tea and talked to him."

"Impossible!" Wang Fagang firmly denied, "I have always been in the front"

"Really?" Zhang Yi wanted to trick him, but seeing that he was not fooled, he stood up, took the red-hot iron next to him, and said:

"Have you thought it through?"

Facing the scorching heat of the soldering iron, Wang Fagang trembled even more violently. He said anxiously:
"Really, really, sir, I'm telling the truth."

"Not necessarily?" Zhang Yi sneered and put the branding iron directly on his belly.

With a "hiss", the branding iron pierced through his clothes and left a mark on his body, making a "sizzling" sound, accompanied by a pungent burnt smell.

Wang Fagang screamed heart-wrenchingly, his body tensed instantly, and an expression of pain and despair appeared on his face.

"I was just asking you questions and you peed yourself. Is it a physiological reaction of fear or are you acting? Why aren't you peeing now? Do you want to drink some water first? If you act too much, it will seem too fake."

Zhang Yi moved the branding iron, and a bloody brand appeared on Wang Fagang's belly. Wherever the branding iron touched, the skin immediately became red and swollen, followed by blisters, which then cracked and oozed yellow liquid.

Wang Fagang screamed and struggled, his breathing became rapid, sweat instantly soaked his clothes, his eyes were wide open, filled with fear and despair.

Only then did he realize that he had exposed his true colors because of his acting. He was thinking about how to face the next interrogation when he heard the phone on the table in the interrogation room ringing.

Zhang Yi picked up the phone, listened to a few words, and looked at Wang Fagang again:
"Today's action must have been a sudden decision, so you didn't have time to inform your family.
Haha, how much money can you make as a waiter in a teahouse? But not only do you have a telephone at home, your wife has a leather coat, and you eat refined rice and white flour at home. It seems that you Japanese spies have sufficient funds!"

"The money was sponsored by my father-in-law."

"Don't quibble. To tell you the truth, Wang Xiaoer is not dead. The plainclothes officers who were ordered to eliminate him have also been arrested by us. It is only a matter of time before they speak. Now your wife and children are on their way here. If you don't speak, you will never get out in this life."

"Dream on, I won't say anything." At this point, Wang Fagang no longer pretended. He smiled coldly, his eyes flashing with sinisterness and madness, and roared:
"They are just Chinese. It's wishful thinking to use them to threaten me to betray the Empire of Japan."

"Really?" Zhang Yi shook his head. "You can not care about their lives, you can not say anything, but..."

"But what?"

"You should know why they wanted to silence Wang Xiaoer. It was because he was exposed."

Zhang Yi laughed sarcastically, "You don't have to say anything, but we can lock you up for a few days, give you good food and wine every day, and keep you fat and plump, and make sure you leave with a rosy face...

"When the time comes, our people will come to visit you every now and then with gifts. What do you think your organization will think of you? Will they use the same method they used against Wang Xiaoer to deal with you?"

Wang Fagang’s originally ferocious face froze in an instant, his eyelids trembled uncontrollably, and his face turned pale.

(End of this chapter)