My spy diary

Chapter 406 Interrogation (please vote)

".A few days ago, the military intelligence officers took decisive action and wiped out the Japanese spy nest lurking in the mountain city of the temporary capital, and rescued more than a dozen suffering girls...

The 'Distressed Girls' Relative Search Conference' organized today was grandly held at Zaozilan Yashulu, the Military Control Commission's External Liaison Office. Our newspaper interviewed Mao Qiwu, the acting chief secretary of the Military Control Commission, on this matter.

Director Mao, is it true that more than a dozen Japanese spies were arrested in one fell swoop this time?"

"It's not that exaggerated. They are just a few useless people. As the temporary capital of the National Government, the military, police, and special forces of Shancheng are very strong. Even if the Japanese spies are determined to get in, it is not easy for them to sneak in."

"Can you tell me how these Japanese spies were caught overnight? Of course, if it involves military secrets, then there is no need to tell me."

"Haha, there is no secret. It is nothing more than being loyal to the leader and serving the country. Under the guidance of this ideology and the wise leadership of Director Dai, and relying on the hard work of our field staff, we have achieved some small achievements. There is no shortcut in the fight against the Japanese and the elimination of traitors."

After saying this, Mao Qiwu looked at the reporter with great pride and said, "I will report it like this in a while."

Kang Desheng, a reporter from Xinmin Daily, smiled flatteringly: "I understand. Everything will be handled according to your request. The newspaper will be published urgently at noon."

Director Mao was very satisfied: "Take a photo of me and the dozen or so kids and publish it together in the news."

As he spoke, Mao Qiwu walked slowly toward a group of frightened little girls, smiling kindly and amiably.

Sometimes he took out a handkerchief to wipe the dirt off the little girl's face, and sometimes he asked her about her well-being with concern.

He was very satisfied with his approachable and dignified performance. He didn't care whether these children were photogenic or not. He didn't even ask their names.

A dozen little girls stood there nervously as if they were props. The flash made them unable to see anything and became even more frightened. Some of the children had never seen a camera before and were scared to tears.

"Come on, come on, smile."

Kang Desheng, holding the camera, shouted, and the little girls cooperated in fear and stiffness.

If this is the happiness of escaping from the fire, their fear and anxiety outweigh the happiness.

"Okay, pick the best one and publish it."

The interview ended happily and Mao Qiwu was very satisfied. What a great opportunity it was to show off. It not only beautified the reputation of the Military Intelligence Bureau, but also promoted his own fame. All he had to do was wait for the old man's review and reward.

After sending the reporter back, he rubbed his hands and walked around the office happily, planning how to make the report more grand.

Suddenly, he thought of an idea and immediately walked towards Dai Chunfeng's office.

"Director, the interview is over, but I just thought that it's not enough to just use Xinmin Daily and Qunli Daily. The publicity is a bit narrow. Should we send the interview manuscript to other newspapers, such as Central Daily News, Ta Kung Pao, or even Xinhua Daily?"

"Xinhua Daily?" Dai Chunfeng raised his eyebrows and looked at him meaningfully, realizing that Mao Qiwu must have come up with some new strategy.

The problem of how to prevent the publication of this newspaper has always been his biggest headache.

Although the Kuomintang government had extremely strict control over news and public opinion, only the Xinhua Daily was not subject to its constraints. Moreover, because it dared to report the truth, it became popular in the city and was sold throughout the country.

Although the Military Intelligence Bureau, the Central Bureau of Investigation, and the Military Police Headquarters Inspection Office successively adopted methods such as beating newsboys, snatching newspapers from newsboys and destroying them, confiscating them through postal inspections, bribing newspaper vendors, and instigating hooligans to cause trouble in other parties' stores, they were unable to completely solve the problem.

"Don't they always boast that they dare to report the truth? We can send them the transcript of the interview on rescuing the damsel in distress and see if they will report it. If they don't, we can use it to criticize them."

"Use your own spear to attack your own shield. That's a good idea. Let's do it." Dai Chunfeng smiled with satisfaction.

"Brother, look, our Military Control Commission has never been so glorious before. In the past, the newspapers only reported bad news that made people anxious."

He Zhiyuan glanced at the Xinhua Daily next to the coffee table and sighed, "Director Mao is really amazing. He knows how to do public relations and propaganda in the media. Even the Red Party newspaper had to report it. Who dares to say that we are murderous bearded kidnappers now?"

The destructive power of public opinion is still very strong. Boss Dai had no way to deal with the Xinhua Daily, and it instead became a bargaining chip for him to intimidate the evil spies.

"You guys are messing around out there. If the Red Party finds evidence and publishes it in the New China Daily, then you will have to bear the consequences. I can't care whether you live or die!"

After hearing this, the spies were indeed afraid, because they knew that as long as the Xinhua Daily publicly exposed their crimes, it would anger the Chairman and Boss Dai would not be able to protect them, and they would have to stand trial in public.

Boss Dai's threats using these words are often much more effective than him jumping up and down and beating and scolding.

A chessboard made of wood was placed on the desk. Two people fought with swords in this small space.

Zhang Yi picked up the newspaper and took a look, then echoed:
"Yes, they reported it, but our military field agents became police officers in their writings, haha."

"That's good. Let the clerical staff do the limelight." He Zhiyuan said with a smile, and as he spoke, with a "bang", a direct hit on Zhang Yi's horse was killed.

Zhang Yi panicked and took a step forward quickly. He saw He Zhiyuan suddenly sink the "chariot" to the ground and the "general". He immediately picked up the "general", but didn't know where to put it.

He Zhiyuan said with a smile: "Admit defeat, it's a dead end."

Zhang Yi was somewhat unwilling, and finally threw the old general onto the chessboard.

"Yun Yi, you're not in good shape." He Zhiyuan said as he packed up the chess pieces.

Zhang Yi was indeed in a bad state, because he just inadvertently caught a glimpse of a missing person notice published in the center column of the Xinhua Daily. This was the organization's call to "Deep Sea".

But the information has already been passed on, so why issue a missing person notice?

Thinking in his heart, he calmed down and said, "Come again, come again."

"Okay, let's play another round."

The chessboard had just been set up between Chu and Han when the phone on the table rang.

He Zhiyuan picked up the phone, listened to a few words, and handed the phone to Zhang Yi: "Looking for you."

"The female spy has woken up." Zhang Yi put down the phone and made an appointment with He Zhiyuan to meet again another day. He left with a reluctant heart and went directly to the interrogation room.

Qin Ji was fixed on the interrogation chair. Her attire remained the same, but she no longer looked as charming as she had yesterday. She was covered in wounds, her hair was messy, and she looked haggard.

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes downcast, her face expressionless, as if she was isolated from everything around her.

Zhang Yi stood outside the coated glass, quietly observing her every move.

"The bones are very hard."

The harder the problem is, the harder it is to chew it. Zhang Yi picked up a pot of hot water and a newspaper and walked in. He asked the interrogators to go out, sat behind the interrogation table, and turned off the monitoring.

He lit a cigarette himself, looked at her and asked, "Do you smoke?"

Qinji did not comment. She slowly raised her handcuffed hands and stretched out her hand as if holding a cigarette.

Zhang Yi lit another cigarette for her.

After puffing out smoke for a while, she let out a long breath and then returned to her previous state. Seeing this, Zhang Yi pointed at the kettle and asked again: "Would you like some water?"

Qin Ji shook her head and remained silent.

Zhang Yi smiled and said, "Here, sometimes silence is really useful, but sometimes it will expose your true identity. You are very smart, but sometimes you go too far and end up being too clever for your own good. Do you admit it?"

"Sometimes." Qin Ji finally spoke, with a somewhat contemptuous tone.

Zhang Yi disagreed, exhaled a puff of cigarette, and continued:
"It's not easy for you, either. You have to receive customers and please different men every day. Although you earn a lot, it's not worth it if you get syphilis. Can I ask, how much do you get paid in the Special High Section?"

Qinji's face changed and she fell silent again.

Zhang Yi continued, "I've been paying attention to how many times you flip the card. It happens several times a day. It seems that you are very popular. Do your superiors know that you are working so hard to obtain information?"

Qin Ji looked at Zhang Yi coldly and chose not to answer this question.

This time, Zhang Yi asked himself and answered himself: "I think it's better now. At least I don't have to worry about my identity being exposed. Even if I become a prisoner, I won't be shot immediately. What do you think?"

"I'm not afraid of death." Qin Ji smiled contemptuously.

“No one is not afraid of death. There are many ways to die. It just depends on whether it is worth it.”

Zhang Yi took out a copy of Xinmin Daily and said, "Do you really think that Horton betrayed you? To tell you the truth, there are definitely more than one person who was secretly instigated by us but still kept you in the dark, haha."

Qin Ji frowned and looked at him. A report was published in a prominent position on the newspaper, and the name of reporter Kang Desheng was so eye-catching.

Seeing this name, Qin Ji seemed to be touched. Zhang Yi put away the newspaper and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Qin Ji was silent for a while, then cautiously asked, "Since you already know, why are you asking me?"

"I know more than you think, Ryoko Ishihara, right?"

Ishihara Ryoko was stunned and looked at Zhang Yi with doubt, unable to believe her ears.

She didn't expect that Zhang Yi even knew her real name. How was that possible?

Could it be that her superior Jiro Ono really betrayed her?
Zhang Yi looked at her and asked the next question directly:
"Your superior or the subordinate who escaped the net, which one should I speak first?"

Ishihara Ryoko remained silent, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was thinking about something.

"You are suffering here, your arms are almost broken by the handcuffs, but those who shouted slogans to you and tricked you into suffering are drinking coffee and chatting happily. Maybe you think you are very great, but in their eyes, you are just a shrimp soldier, not even a crab general."

"Let me ask you one last question. Do you want to tell me the answer yourself, or do you want us to torture you?" Zhang Yi seemed to have lost his patience. He stood up with a cold face and turned on the monitoring button under the table.

Ishihara Ryoko's eyes moved.

Technical Research Office of the Military Commission.

Su Wanqing came out of the office with a telegram in her hand. Just as she was about to report to the chief commissioner Chi Buzhou, she saw Lin Hetang pacing back and forth in front of the door. Seeing that his face was sallow and sweat was pouring down his forehead, she was secretly surprised and asked:

"Team Leader Lin, are you sick?"

"Yes, it's just a mental illness." He looked around cautiously and whispered:

"I'll wait for you in the yard below."

Su Wanqing was confused and thought about it, then put the documents back into the office, locked the door, and went downstairs to the yard.

In a quiet corner of the courtyard, Lin Hetang was smoking anxiously. When he saw Su Wanqing coming over, he said:

"Chen Zhengyuan is dead."

Su Wanqing was shocked: "How did he die?"

Just as I was wondering, I heard Lin Hetang continue to say: "The conclusion given by the police station is an accident, but I believe this is definitely not a coincidence. Who would be killed by a flower pot falling from the sky? This must be the revenge of the Military Control Commission."

After hearing this, Su Wanqing's heart trembled violently. What was the military's revenge for? Of course, it was the three of them who were the instigators of writing the accusation report. She asked hurriedly:

"What should we do now? Should we report this to Commissioner Chi, or report it to the bureau?"

"Do you have evidence? Even if we have evidence, how can we say that the Military Control Commission is trying to assassinate us?

Do you think Mr. Chi will make the decision for us or Director Xu will make the decision for us?
Forget it, we are all small people, and people are influenced by wealth, power and status. No one is willing to offend the Military Control Commission for the sake of a few small people like us."

In order to overthrow Wei Daming in one fell swoop and get the Military Control Commission people out of the Military Technology Room, they secretly conspired and colluded privately, which led to the subsequent joint letter of complaint. They were so high-spirited at the time.

However, after learning today that Chen Zhengyuan had died in an accident, he felt suffocated.

I suddenly realized that I might be someone else's next target.

Even if he knew, what could he do? Resist? He was alone, helpless, like an ant, who would make decisions for him?

After hearing this, Su Wanqing didn't know how to answer for a moment. She took a long breath, suppressed her emotions, and asked:
"Then what do you think we should do?"

Lin Hetang paused, rubbed his face, and said word by word: "Escape."

"Where can we escape to? How do you know we are not being watched now?"

Lin Hetang's face twitched, full of fear, and he glanced around vigilantly: "Then what do you say we should do?"

"I'll think of a way."

Su Wanqing thought for a while and said that she decided to stabilize Lin Hetang first, and then report to the organization to see if there was any way to rescue him. If Lin Hetang was willing, she could completely persuade him to defect and transfer him to Pagoda Mountain.

But she can't make the decision on such matters herself and must report to her superiors first.

"What can you do?" Lin Hetang wondered to himself, his eyes still full of surprise and doubt.

"Go back to the office now and I'll give you a reply later." She glanced at her watch and hurried back to the office.

Lin Hetang looked at her back with a sad look in his eyes, and lit another cigarette.

After finishing a cigarette, he caught a glimpse of Su Wanqing hurrying out of the office building, out of the office gate, and directly hailed a rickshaw, and went somewhere unknown.

For some unknown reason, Lin Hetang also stopped a rickshaw and followed it from a distance.

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(End of this chapter)