My spy diary

Chapter 445 Interrogation (please vote)

The black car carrying Zhao Qi sped along.

Inside the car, Zhao Qi, who was pressed in the middle of the back seat, had one hand handcuffed. He struggled hard with his other hand and refused to give in.

But the plainclothes officer was not polite to him. He poked the wound on his left arm hard, and Zhao Qi's arm immediately went limp.

His hands were finally handcuffed behind his back. He took a few breaths in pain and asked:

"From the bureau? Which department? What grounds do you have for arresting me?"

The two plainclothes officers stared at him in silence, completely ignoring his question.

"Which department are you from? Are you from the Operations Department? I'm from the Inspection Office. Even if I made a mistake, it's not your turn to handle it. I want to see Director Mao!" Zhao Qi became anxious and started yelling.

The two plainclothes officers finally lost their patience. One of them held his head and pinched his chin, while the other one simply lifted his legs, took off his socks and stuffed them into Zhao Qi's mouth. Then he took out a coarse cloth bag and put it on his head.

In an instant, Zhao Qi could see nothing.

When he took off the coarse cloth bag on his head, Zhao Qi found that he had been taken to an airtight room.

At this moment, he was sitting on a chair with his hands handcuffed behind his back, and two expressionless plainclothes officers were standing beside him.

The moment his pocket was opened, the dazzling light made him close his eyes subconsciously. Then, he slowly opened his eyes, squinted, and tried hard to observe the surrounding environment.

This room seemed to be a hotel. The only bed and table were moved to the wall, leaving a empty space in the middle. There was a chair on the bumpy floor, and I sat on it.

By the way, there is a burning stove not far away, with an iron kettle bubbling with steam on it.

There was a man sitting next to the stove, with his back to him, so his face couldn't be seen at all.

He couldn't tell where this was.

At this time, the door was opened from the outside and two men came in.

He recognized the two men as being from the Operations Department, Monkey and Qian Xiaosan.

It would be fine if it were just the people from the Operations Department, but the key point is that these two people are Zhang Yi's trusted subordinates. He suddenly shuddered and realized that his situation was not good.

Could it be that his undercover identity was exposed?
Impossible! He had just met Xu Zengen, it was impossible for him to betray himself.

Furthermore, he was extremely careful during the meeting and did not notice the follower at all.

Then, was it because Chen San's body was found that he was suspected? But at that time, he was in the hospital and had witnesses, so he was not afraid of investigation at all.

He pondered silently in his mind for a long time but had no clue at all. At this moment, all he could do was to remain silent and remain unchanged.

Finally, the monkey spoke first: "Are you going to say something?"

Zhao Qi didn't understand the situation and remained silent.

Monkey also paused, looked at Zhao Qi, and then reported his file:

"Zhao Qilan, from Wuxing, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, studied at the National Chiao Tung University, but dropped out in 37 and returned to his hometown to work as a primary school teacher. In 39, he came to Shancheng and signed up for the Military Control Commission Guizhou Training Class. He was later assigned to work at the bureau headquarters, right? You gave yourself the name Zhao Qi after you joined the Guizhou Training Class. Do you like this name?"

Zhao Qi didn't say anything. He was not surprised at all that the Operations Department could get his file.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Monkey continued, "Father Zhao Chongshan, 48 years old, mother Shen Wanru, 46 years old, from a scholarly family. By the way, you are the only son?"

Monkey stopped here and waited for Zhao Qi's answer.

When Zhao Qi mentioned his parents, his eyelids trembled and he frowned: "What do you mean? There is a saying that misfortune should not come to you."

Before he could finish his words, the monkey interrupted him and said meaningfully:

"Everything in the world has its limits, but in the final analysis, success or failure depends on one's subjective efforts. What do you think?"

Zhao Qi understood what he meant. This was to ask him to confess voluntarily. However, the more this happened, the more he was convinced that these people were bluffing. If they had evidence, would they still waste so much time on talking?

So he became more confident, smiled coldly, and said, "I want to see Director Mao."

"Don't worry. You'll see him when the time comes."

"What do you mean?"

"You know it well. But right now, as your superior, he probably doesn't want to see you. As a colleague, he will naturally avoid you."

"What does 'avoid' mean? I didn't do anything, what is there to avoid?" Zhao Qi was very alert.

The monkey's eyes became sharp: "When mice dig holes and water snakes leave their nests, they will leave traces no matter how careful they are."

trace
He pondered over it, thinking hard, but still couldn't figure it out.

"Stop speculating." Monkey sneered, "Let's get straight to the point. How did the Central Bureau of Investigation know the information from the Inspection Office?"

So this was the matter. Zhao Qi's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly calmed down. Chen San was already dead, so who knows?

"Where is your roommate Chen Sanren? Where did he go?"

"how could I know?"

"You didn't come home last night. Where did you go?"

"I'm sorry I can't carry out the mission without Director Mao's permission."

"Really? Going to No. 128 Shangqing Temple was also the task he gave you?"

Zhao Qi was startled, feeling somewhat uneasy. How did the Operations Department know where he went? Was there an eyewitness?
He frowned and said, "I haven't been there."

"Why would your footprints appear there if you haven't been there?"

"How should I know?" "You're just being stubborn. Tell me, when did you join the Central Bureau of Investigation?"

"Bullshit, why would I join the Central Bureau of Investigation if I had a bright future? You are framing me."

Seeing that he was slightly excited, the monkey felt even more confident.

"You are from Wuxing, Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Xu Zengen of the Central Bureau of Investigation is also from Wuxing. You two are from the same hometown, right? Also, you studied at the National Chiao Tung University, which was formerly the Nanyang University in Shanghai. Xu Zengen is a graduate of this school. After dropping out of college, you returned to your hometown to become a teacher. This part of your resume is very vague. I will make a bold guess. At that time, Xu Zengen discovered you and recruited you to join the Central Bureau of Investigation. That's why you later traveled thousands of miles to the mountain city to sign up for the Military Bureau of Investigation training class, right?"

A line of sweat beads slowly slid down Zhao Qi's cheeks, and the temperature in the room seemed to be getting higher and higher.

After a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "Really? It's an interesting story! I didn't expect that I have this kind of relationship with Mr. Xu from the Central Bureau of Investigation. This is the first time I've heard of it. But even so, how could he, such a big shot, pay attention to a small person like me?"

"Pretending to be stupid, huh?" Qian Xiaosan had already lost his patience, stepped forward and grabbed his collar, shouting:

"Are you planning to just keep wasting time like this? Who do you think will open his mouth first?"

Zhao Qi acted as if he didn't hear anything and just stared at the ceiling without saying a word.

Zhang Yi, who had his back to Zhao Qi, gradually lost his smile and his eyes turned fierce:

"torture."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Xiaosan couldn't wait to grab the iron kettle that was bubbling with steam on the stove and walked over.

"What are you going to do? I'm from the inspection office." Seeing this scene, Zhao Qi struggled frantically, but it was all in vain. A plainclothes officer standing behind him punched him.

This extremely powerful blow made Zhao Qi dizzy and he fell to the ground with a bang, his head hitting the ground heavily.

Then he was pulled up by plainclothes police and tied tightly to a chair. In order to prevent him from moving, even his feet were tied up.

The next moment, Qian Xiaosan came forward with an iron kettle and nodded. The plainclothes officer understood what he meant and immediately took off Zhao Qi's shoes.

"You won't tell me, right?" Qian Xiaosan asked again, and then poured boiling water on Zhao Qi's feet without hesitation.

"Ah——" A heart-wrenching scream rang out instantly, Zhao Qi's body twitched violently, veins bulged, and the muscles on his face twisted and deformed due to the severe pain.

The pair of feet that were scalded by the boiling water were instantly torn apart, followed by large blisters, and a disgusting burnt smell filled the air.

"It feels bad, doesn't it?" Qian Xiaosan grabbed his sweaty hair and asked sternly:

"I'll ask you again, your real identity, code name."

Zhao Qi's head was pulled high, his chest heaving violently, and he gasped for breath. He said with difficulty: "I want to see Director Mao."

Swish! Zhao Qi's face was pressed against the hot iron kettle.

There was a sizzling sound as the flesh came into contact with the hot metal, and the smell of burning spread again.

His whole body began to tremble violently again, his eyes widened, his red eyeballs seemed about to pop out of their sockets, his mouth opened wide and he let out a shrill scream.

Qian Xiaosan had a blank expression on his face and ripped open his pants. "This is the last time. If you still don't tell me, you will bear the consequences. Your Zhao family has been a single-line family for three generations. Don't let it end with you and exterminate your descendants."

Zhao Qi gasped and wanted to say something, but his voice was hoarse and pronunciation was difficult.

So Qian Xiaosan tapped the kettle mercilessly.

"Shhh!" The boiling water penetrated his underwear and poured onto his penis. Zhao Qi jumped up in pain, his lips trembling. He used up his last bit of strength and said with difficulty, "Don't burn it. I, I'll tell you everything."

Half an hour later, Zhao Qi's interrogation record was placed on the desk in Dai Chunfeng's office.

He read it with a gloomy face and said nothing.

After a while, he looked up at Zhang Yi, his eyes seemed full of amusement: "Tell me what you think?"

Zhang Yi said without hesitation: "The chief will make the final decision, so I have no right to comment."

"Oh." Dai Chunfeng gave him a deep look, "I understand."

"Then, I will resign."

As he said this, he stood up, saluted, and slowly walked out.

Dai Chunfeng looked at his back with an extremely complicated expression on his face.

On the other side, Mao Qiwu had just returned to the secretariat with a gloomy face when a female secretary hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Director Mao, something happened."

"You're so flustered, what's wrong?"

"Just now the inspection room"

Before he finished speaking, Adjutant Jia pushed the door open and walked in. As soon as he entered the door, before Mao Wuwu opened his mouth, Adjutant Jia said:
"Director Mao, Mr. Dai wants to see you now."

"Okay, I'll be there right away." Mao Qiwu signaled the female secretary to step aside, and immediately followed Adjutant Jia to Boss Dai's office.

As they walked, he asked, "Do you know what it is?"

Adjutant Jia shook his head and whispered, "Be careful, a teacup just fell."

Mao Qiwu nodded, thoughtfully.

When they arrived at the office door, Adjutant Jia raised his hand and knocked gently. After receiving the reply "Come in", he opened the door and led Mao Qiwu in, then he walked out and closed the door.

"Brother Yunong, are you looking for me?"

In the office, Dai Chunfeng stood by the window, concentrating on watering a few pots of precious jade orchids. He did not look at Mao Qiwu. After a while, he put down the kettle and asked gloomily:

"Director Mao, what are you busy with?"

(End of this chapter)