My spy diary

Chapter 260 Zheng Huhe (asking for monthly ticket)
In the dim interrogation room, Guo Wenbiao curled up on the interrogation chair, his eyes wandering, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, and his hands shaking unconsciously.

At this moment, he was like a deflated ball, with his head lowered, his voice trembling and crying: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything."

He Zhiyuan smiled, folded his hands in front of his chest, raised his head slightly, and showed a proud attitude: "Mr. Guo, a man who knows the times is a hero. I look forward to cooperating with you. Go ahead and hand over your upline and downline."

Guo Wenbiao tried to raise his head, his eyes were empty, and he asked with a bitter smile: "What will happen to me?"

He Zhiyuan scoffed at this question. No one would look down on a traitor. However, thinking of the credit he was about to get, he still patiently said, "As long as you write a confession and publish a statement in the newspaper that you have left the Red Party. Oh, by the way, you don't have to go through so much trouble now. Your old leader Zhang has invented a registration form for returning personnel. As long as you fill it out, you will naturally become a member of the Guo Party. If you want a position, money, house, car, or woman, I can satisfy you."

The name Zhang seemed to give Guo Wenbiao great spiritual comfort. He smiled bitterly and said, "You ask, or should I write it myself?"

"That's the best." He Zhiyuan smiled appreciatively, motioned the recorder to hand over the paper and pen, and said like a treasure: "Uncuff Mr. Guo and serve him hot tea and cigarettes."

"Yes." Zheng Huhe nodded, touched his pocket, and asked the recorder: "Did you bring cigarettes?"

"Team Leader Zheng, I have some here." The recorder quickly took out a pack of Laodao brand cigarettes and a box of matches with the words "Xiuchunlou" printed on it.

Zheng Huhe looked at him meaningfully. The recorder smiled awkwardly, then quickly took out a match and diligently helped Guo Wenbiao light the mark.

Seeing Guo Wenbiao smoking and writing on paper with a frown on his face, Zhang Yi nodded and said, "Chief He, can you go out and have a cigarette and get some fresh air?"

"Well, that's fine." He Zhiyuan nodded and walked out of the interrogation room, deliberately leaving a gap in the door so that people outside could see what was happening inside the interrogation room.

Zhang Yi handed over a cigarette, lit it for He Zhiyuan, and whispered, "Chief He, do you think this kind of soft bone can be used? I mean, after using it, just get rid of it."

"You are right, but..." He Zhiyuan patted his shoulder and said meaningfully:

"In the past, the Red Party was weak, and the students and underground party members we arrested defected to the Red Party in order to save their lives, and also to get promoted and make money. So although they defected from their camp, they were willing to work hard for us sincerely after joining us. Now the situation is different. Those who defected just want to survive. No one knows whether they are sincere in following us to the end. They can defect to the Red Party today, but they can defect to the Japanese one day, so we must do our best to squeeze out their surplus value."

At this point, Section Chief He seemed to have found inspiration and started talking.

"In addition, we must do a good job of propaganda, and show it to the Red Party and people outside.

Even if these people have lost their usefulness, as long as they are alive, they are still a signboard. Think about it, we arrested them and not only did not embarrass them, but also gave them official positions. What would the Red Party do? They hate traitors more than they hate us, so they will definitely send a team to kill them.

As long as someone dies, we can make a big publicity. We don't want to kill people, but they are killed by the Red Party. This is the best material. The relatives and friends of these traitors will also feel disgusted and hate them, and we can use the reason of revenge to persuade them to defect. "

“Even if these people go over to the Red Party again one day, and instead of being killed, they gain trust and are given jobs, that would prove that they have concealed many issues. At that time, we can send people to contact them, and if they cannot be used by us, we can threaten them to die together with us.

If they return to the other side and are not valued but despised or even imprisoned, and their lives are not good, they will miss our kindness, and such people can be used again.”

"." Zhang Yi looked at He Zhiyuan who was talking in front of him. For the first time, he witnessed the old man's insidiousness and viciousness. He could talk about the use of a traitor in many ways.

"Experience is always the best, Chief He." Zhang Yigang complimented him, and suddenly there was a loud "bang" in the interrogation room.

He Zhiyuan, who had looked tired just now, suddenly pushed the door and walked in.

Zhang Yi immediately followed.

Inside the interrogation room, the teacup next to Guo Wenbiao had already fallen to the ground and shattered into pieces.

He collapsed to the ground, his body shaking violently, his face as pale as paper, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead, he was gasping for breath, it felt like a heavy block of lead was pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Zheng Huhe was rubbing his chest at this moment to help ease his breathing.

"What's going on?" He Zhiyuan asked sternly, looking at the recorder who was terrified and at a loss.

"Chief He, I don't know. He was fine just now. He finished smoking one cigarette and then suddenly..."

"Bullshit, I know he was fine just now. What I want to ask is why this happened? Why don't you call a doctor?!" He Zhiyuan pushed the recorder away and asked Zheng Huhe, "What happened?"

While rescuing him, Zheng Huhe calmly said, "His heartbeat is very fast and his breathing is rapid. He needs to be rescued immediately."

"How could this happen? How could this happen?" He Zhiyuan stamped his feet anxiously, and suddenly remembered something. He grabbed the cigarette soaked in tea on the table and glared at the recorder:
"What did you say? He got his second cigarette? Where's the rest?"

The recorder's hand trembled as he dialed the phone. His whole body was shaking. The cigarette that Guo Wenbiao had just smoked was his. He said in a trembling voice, "I..."

He Zhiyuan didn't wait for him to explain. He immediately reached for his gun and shouted urgently, "Guards, Guards!"

Zhang Yi was quick to step forward and restrain the recorder, taking away his gun. While on the phone, he scolded the recorder: "Tell me the truth, is there something wrong with the cigarette you gave him?"

"There's nothing wrong with my cigarette, I swear!" The recorder beat his chest and stamped his feet, almost crying in anxiety.

But no matter what, he was the most suspicious. He Zhiyuan stepped forward and grabbed his collar, staring at him ferociously, gritting his teeth and saying, "You'd better speak up. If you are wrong, I, He, will personally apologize to you. If you are his accomplice, I will make you live a life worse than death."

"I'm Section Chief He. I really don't know anything."

"Take him away and keep him under guard." He Zhiyuan waved his hand in disgust and asked anxiously, "How long will the doctor take?"

"Right away, the military doctor is on the way." Zhang Yi explained, and immediately came to Guo Wenbiao and asked Zheng Huhe: "How is it?"

There was no need to answer. Guo Wenbiao was in a very bad condition at the moment. His eyes had become blurred and had lost their luster. His pupils were dilated. He looked at Zheng Huhe in horror, and his mouth kept groaning in pain. His trembling hands were unconsciously grasping in the air, as if trying to grasp the last glimmer of hope that could save him.

But it was too late, his body began to twitch violently, his breathing became weaker and weaker, until he could no longer move.
"Section Chief He, Deputy Section Chief Zhang, the person is dead." Zheng Huhe said with regret as he looked at the corpse whose eyes were wide open and empty, with fear and unwillingness still lingering in his eyes.

Zhang Yi suppressed the laughter in his heart and glanced at Zheng Huhe. He looked very calm the whole time and there was no sign of guilt on his face.

"I'm not blind." He Zhiyuan said angrily. He felt angry, resentful, and unwilling. The credit seemed within his grasp, but who could have thought that the person would die. The cooked duck just flew away like that?
The key is how he reports to Boss Dai.

Zhang Yi almost laughed when he saw how angry he was, but he didn't show it on his face. He picked up the half-smoked cigarette of Guo Wenbiao from the ground, sniffed it, and then picked up the recorder's cigarette to compare them. He asked suspiciously: "No problem! Does Guo Wenbiao have any hidden illness?" Then he turned around and asked Monkey and Qian Xiaosan who rushed to the door of the interrogation room: "When you arrested him, did you find any medicine in his house?"

"No." Monkey Qian Xiaosan shook his head at the same time.

"This is a ghost. How could a living person die like this?" Zhang Yi shook his head. Seeing the military doctor rushing in, he immediately said, "Call the forensic doctor to check his body immediately."

"Yes, we have to cut him open to find out the cause of death." He Zhiyuan added, looking around the interrogation room with a gloomy face, looking at Zheng Huhe, and continued:

"Notify the technical department. From now on, this interrogation room will be sealed. Also, Team Leader Zheng, you will immediately write a detailed report of the interrogation."

"Yes." Zheng Huhe nodded calmly.

Coming out of the interrogation room, He Zhiyuan rubbed his brows tiredly, sighed weakly, and asked, "What do you think of this matter?"

"There's something strange." Zhang Yi said solemnly, "Before the arrest, I specifically emphasized confidentiality. Those involved in the interrogation were not allowed to leave. The team members who carried out the arrest were all trustworthy brothers. After the arrest, they stayed in the office. Moreover, the arrest was secret. The Red Party didn't even know their people were arrested.
In addition, although this person had undergone lung surgery, no medication was found in his residence, indicating that he was in good health and it was impossible for him to suddenly die after smoking a few cigarettes. There must be details that we have overlooked. "

"That is to say, since the possibility of intelligence being leaked has been blocked outside, it must be our internal problem."

"Who could it be? The recorder? Zheng Huhe? Or the guard outside the interrogation room?"

He Zhiyuan sighed again, "The Red Party is omnipresent."

Zhang Yi asked cautiously: "Could it be that mysterious mermaid?"

"I didn't see the fish, but we were fooled." He Zhiyuan said humorously, looking embarrassed: "Let's stop guessing here and think about how to report to the director."

Zhang Yi said frankly, "Chief, I want to reflect on myself."

"You can't deny it, and I can't run away either." He Zhiyuan looked discouraged. After a pause, he sneered, "Wait until the test results come out and everything will be clear. I want to see who this evil ghost is and what kind of skin he is wearing."

"But no matter what, whether he is a mermaid or a stinky salted fish, I don't want him to appear in our operations department."

The matter ended with He Zhiyuan feeling extremely helpless and annoyed, but as soon as he returned to the office, he immediately called his secretary:

"Immediately check all the calls Corey made tonight. Also, ask the security guard to verify the entry and exit records tonight. By the way, you will interrogate the recorder later. Remember, you can use any means when necessary."

"Also, have someone keep an eye on Zheng Huhe."

"Chief, do you suspect him?"

He Zhiyuan glanced at him in surprise, disliked his talkativeness, and scolded him, "You talk too much nonsense, go now."

"Yes." The secretary felt that he was about to get angry, so he quickly jogged away.

Didn't sleep all night.

Zhang Yiqiang suppressed his fatigue and slowly adjusted his mood. He didn't know how Zheng Huhe killed the traitor silently. More importantly, once the forensic doctor determined the cause of Guo Wenbiao's death after performing an autopsy on the body, he would be able to quickly identify the suspect by using the results to infer the process. How would Zheng Huhe escape then?
Thinking of this, he finished a cup of strong tea, took a deep breath, and went to the forensic room, only to find that He Zhiyuan was there earlier than him.

"What happened to the body?"

The forensic doctor adjusted his glasses and frowned deeply: "This case is not simple. The murderer is definitely an expert."

He Zhiyuan lit a cigarette and said impatiently: "Just tell me how he died."

The forensic doctor sighed and said, "We carefully examined him and found a needle hole on his shoulder, but we cannot determine the cause of death until we perform an autopsy on the body."

"Just tell me the result."

The forensic doctor said solemnly: "Nicotine, high-purity nicotine."

"What? Nicotine? That's nonsense. Can nicotine kill people?" He Zhiyuan said with disdain.

The forensic doctor resisted the urge to punch him and said solemnly, "Chief He, please trust my expertise. Only a few drops of high-purity nicotine are enough to kill a cow, let alone a person. This alkaloid penetrates the human body very quickly and only takes a dozen seconds to anesthetize his nerve tissue. The murderer stabbed the shoulder instead of the neck, so the reaction time was a bit slow."

Zhang Yi frowned: "I only knew that nicotine was harmful, but I didn't expect it to be a poison that could kill people."

He already understood in his heart that Zheng Huhe's method of killing the traitor could be simply described in a few words: high concentration and short time.

The forensic doctor nodded and said, "Yes, nicotine was first extracted from tobacco and used as a medicine. Frankly speaking, if the nicotine in a pack of cigarettes is purified, it is enough to kill a person."

"Then why am I okay?" He Zhiyuan raised the cigarette in his hand, looking disbelieving.

The forensic doctor looked at his yellow fingers and laughed, "The reason why people rarely get poisoned by smoking is that after lighting the tobacco, a portion of the nicotine will react with the formaldehyde contained in the tobacco itself to neutralize it, and most of the other nicotine will evaporate into the air, so people don't inhale much."

"But if it's a child or an elderly person with a weak constitution and poor immunity, as long as he smokes continuously, I predict he will die of poisoning after smoking a few packs."

"And the body was filled with purified high-purity nicotine, which caused death very quickly. There was no way to save him."

He Zhiyuan's hand holding the cigarette trembled, and he instantly felt tasteless. He looked at the forensic doctor and asked, "Apart from the needle hole, are there any other external injuries? Are you sure the nicotine was injected through the needle hole?"

"There are no other external injuries. I'm sure he was poisoned. His lips are blue and purple, which is obvious." The forensic doctor shrugged. "I can't answer your last question, but it's impossible that he drank it himself, right?"

He Zhiyuan glared at him and was silent for a while. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He suddenly left the forensic room and said to Zhang Yi, "It's not a cigarette, and it has nothing to do with the recorder. He is an insider and doesn't have such good skills. It should be Zheng Huhe. He is the most suspicious."

"Arrest him now!"

(End of this chapter)