My spy diary

Chapter 448 Confession (please vote)

"Thank you, sir." Jin Xiaoyu took it in his hand, glanced at Yang Zaixing, and was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly he seemed to remember something and asked carefully:

"By the way, Chief, what's going on with those special prisoners in Jiazi?"

Hearing him say this, Yang Zaixing's face darkened, and there was a look of vigilance in his eyes: "Why are you asking this?"

"If you're curious, just ask."

"Curiosity kills the cat. It's best not to ask about things you shouldn't know. Do you understand?" Yang Zaixing said impatiently with a dark face, "Get out."

"Yes, yes, yes." Jin Xiaoyu retreated angrily.

Yang Zaixing kept looking at him until his back disappeared at the door. He thought for a moment, bent down and pressed the doorbell under the table, and the secretary quickly pushed the door open.

"Director."

"Do you know Lieutenant Jin?"

"He just came here not long ago, and he seems to be working very hard." The secretary said, and then asked doubtfully, "Director, is there something wrong with him?"

Yang Zaixing's eyes were sharp: "I always feel that this person is sneaky. He was just asking about the prisoners who were about to be executed."

The secretary looked surprised, thought for a moment and said: "Director, why don't we send the man to the interrogation room and ask them to interrogate him? Under the three trees"

Yang Zaixing moved his mouth but said nothing. He stood up and found Jin Xiaoyu's file from the bookcase, flipped through it, and asked:

"This guy used to be a policeman. How did he end up in the detention center?"

"It is said that Mrs. Xu introduced him."

"That Mrs. Xu?"

"The wife of Director Xu Yedao."

Yang Zaixing's face darkened. Xu Yedao was the director of the Justice Department and his immediate superior. Why did he insert such a person in?

Monitor yourself?

But he thought again and felt that something was wrong. The list of prisoners to be executed was originally drawn up by Xu Yedao. If Jin Xiaoyu was really his man, there was no need to inquire about it.

With this in mind, he picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers, then said in a more soothing and respectful tone:

"Director Xu, it's me, Lao Jiu. Nothing much to say. I just wanted to ask you when you have time to come down and inspect our work."

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and Yang Zaixing asked calmly, "By the way, Director, have you heard of a man named Jin Xiaoyu?"

There was a clattering sound of Mahjong being rubbed from the other end of the line: "Who? What did you say just now? I was busy looking at the cards and didn't hear clearly."

"Jin Xiaoyu."

"Who is he?"

"It is said that they are relatives from my sister-in-law's side."

"Really? Then let me ask." The person on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, asked a few questions in a low voice, and then said without question, "I don't know him. Where did he come from?"

Then he hung up the phone.

Yang Zaixing did not show any displeasure on his face. Instead, he seemed to be in a good mood and said to his secretary:
"This person is indeed suspicious. I don't know how he got through to Mrs. Xu, but since he is trying to find out about the prisoner in a roundabout way, his identity is obvious."

"You said he was a member of the Red Party? I will take people to arrest him immediately."

Yang Zaixing scolded: "Idiot."

The secretary lowered his head.

"Do you have evidence? Besides, why do you want to arrest a small second lieutenant? In my eyes, an exposed agent is nothing, just a waste. What I care about is the big network behind him. As long as we keep a close eye on him, we can follow the clues and find the hidden underground party. Do you understand?"

The secretary straightened up and said, "Yes, I will arrange it right away."

Yang Zaixing interrupted him, thought for a moment and said: "Since he is interested in that group of people, why not do this"

The secretary understood and immediately came over, and Yang Zaixing's voice gradually became lower.

As the sky darkened, the first searchlight of the Wanglongmen Detention Center came on, and one after another, the light shone towards the courtyard where the office building was located.

Jin Xiaoyu sat alone in the dark office, which was empty and dim.

He had been sitting here since he came out of Yang Zaixing's office, smoking one cigarette after another, until he heard the sound of military boots stepping on the ground in the corridor outside, then he got up and went to the window.

In the yard of the detention center, the driver drove the car over, and then the secretary opened the door for Yang Zaixing. After he got in, the secretary got on the passenger seat, and then the car drove away.

Watching the car completely disappear into the darkness, Jin Xiaoyu picked up a pot of roses from the windowsill and put it outside, then pulled down the curtains, turned on all the lights in the house, stood in the middle of the office and watched for a while. While turning around and opening the door, he took out the key and threw it on the floor.

Then, he closed the door gently and walked towards the corridor without looking back. His expression was determined, even with a hint of fearlessness in the face of death.

In the corridor, the chandelier flickered unsteadily. The further one went inside, the dimmer the light became, but Jin Xiaoyu kept moving forward.

Soon, he arrived at the door of Yang Zaixing's office at the end of the corridor.

He looked around and after making sure that there was no one in the corridor, he quickly took out two thin iron wires with hooks and inserted them into the keyhole, moving them up and down.

Just as he was trying to pick the lock, footsteps were heard and a man who looked like a cleaner came down from upstairs carrying a wastebasket. Jin Xiaoyu immediately took a step back and pretended to knock on the door and wait for an answer.

The cleaner didn't seem to notice anything unusual and just walked away.

After the footsteps faded away, Jin Xiaoyu continued to fiddle with the keyhole. After a few tries, there was a "click" and the door was opened.

He slipped into the house and closed the door gently.

In the room, a tall bookcase stood behind the office chair. Jin Xiaoyu stared at it for a few seconds, then shifted his gaze to the locked drawer in the office.

He took out a small flashlight and held it in his mouth. He grabbed the lock through his clothes with one hand and fiddled with the wire with the other.

The lock opened quickly, he pulled open the drawer, and a pile of file bags came into his sight.

He took one out at random and opened it, and there was only a document inside. He opened another one, and still found nothing.

He opened the third file bag anxiously, and saw the words "Pest Control Plan - Top Secret" written on it. He immediately opened the sealed wire - it was a stack of detailed information of the prisoners in custody, and each file was marked with a big cross in red pen.

Jin Xiaoyu's face was solemn. He immediately read the words carefully and memorized them carefully.

At the same time, in the office in the same location downstairs, Yang Zaixing was staring at the ceiling. He was rubbing his fingers together anxiously and had even lost his patience.

The secretary stood respectfully by his side, and behind him were four prison guards in plain clothes.

It seemed like I had been waiting for a century. Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door and the cleaner flashed in.

"Captain, the fish has taken the bait!"

Yang Zaixing stood up suddenly, his eyes sharp, and waved to several prison guards: "Remember, I want to be taken alive."

"clear."

The prison guard, holding a pistol and wearing cloth shoes, quietly left the room and walked upstairs.

After a while, several people arrived at the office door.

The men had clear division of labor: two were on guard on the left and right, one was holding the door handle, and one was following closely with a gun.

As the doorknob turned, armed plainclothes officers rushed in. Jin Xiaoyu, who was concentrating on memorizing the contents of a document, was suddenly horrified. He dropped the document and was about to draw his pistol, but the first prison guard who rushed in jumped onto the table and knocked him to the ground. Several other prison guards followed closely behind him, pointing their guns at his head.

At this moment, Jin Xiaoyu looked as pale as death.

On the other side, He Shangyou’s office.

Mao Qiwu's nephew Mao Zhongxin didn't even knock on the door, he just pushed it open and walked in.

"Director Shumao, I finally found you, Director He, Deputy Director Zhang." Seeing He Shangyou and Zhang Yi were both there, he hesitated and said, "Director, I have something to report to you."

Zhang Yi immediately pretended to avoid it: "Then I'll go back first."

"Sit down, brother Yunyi, sit down. This is Lao He's office." Mao Qiwu said with a smile. He assigned Mao Zhongxin to investigate Zhao Qi and Sheng Xiang. Now Sheng Xiang is dead, and Zhao Qi has been confirmed to be an undercover agent of the Central Bureau of Investigation. The evidence is irrefutable. What is there to avoid? He said to Mao Zhongxin, "I just happened to be looking for you. Have you made any progress on the matter I asked you to do?"

"I'm here to report this to you. Zhao Qi suddenly disappeared. It is said that..."

Mao Zhongxin glanced at Zhang Yi warily:
"It is said that the Operations Department arrested him. Deputy Director Zhang, when you arrested someone from our Inspection Office, shouldn't you have given us a heads-up in advance? Otherwise, how can I explain this to my subordinates?"

Zhang Yi laughed: "Xiao Mao, don't get excited. What do you want to be told?"

As he spoke, he looked at Mao Qiwu with a half-smile:
"Director Mao, your nephew is very capable."

"That's enough. You have no right to speak here." Mao Qiwu scolded his nephew, "Why are you so anxious?"

Mao Zhongxin stiffened his neck and continued to stare at Zhang Yi, looking unconvinced: "Chen San is dead."

Hearing this news, Mao Qiwu looked unhappy. He looked at Zhang Yi and asked in a deep voice:
"Deputy Director Zhang, what's going on?"

He Shangyou, who had been watching from the sidelines, also raised his eyebrows at this time.

Zhang Yi shrugged and said lightly: "Oh, you are talking about this. I forgot to tell you that Zhao Qi has confessed. It should be done by the Central Bureau of Investigation."

"These bastards are trying to silence people!" Mao Qiwu cursed fiercely, "Let's go and take a look."

He had just stood up when there was another knock on the office door and it was Adjutant Jia who came in.

"You guys really gave me a hard time finding you." Adjutant Jia said with a smile, then his face turned serious and he said sternly:
"The director has ordered that from now on, no one is allowed to leave the bureau headquarters."

After a brief pause, he looked at He Shangyou again and said, "Director He, the boss wants you to go over there."

"Yes." Director He responded, and then looked at Zhang Yi and Mao Qiwu, "I'll be back soon. We'll continue drinking tea later."

"Forget it. I still have a lot of things to do over there." Mao Qiwu waved his hand and left with his nephew.

Zhang Yi also offered to resign.

Back in the office, he made a cup of strong tea and pretended to read the newspaper bored, but in his mind he was repeatedly pondering what Adjutant Jia had said.

"No one is allowed to leave the bureau headquarters." This clearly shows that there is an operation tonight, and they are restricting everyone's movements because they are afraid that the news will leak out.

What exactly is the action?

Boss Dai only summoned He Shangyou. Thinking of the responsibilities of the Party and Government Intelligence Department, Zhang Yi was startled. Could it be that tonight's action was related to the Red Party?

Thinking of Zheng Huhe's abnormal behavior today, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Zhang Yi didn't know that Zheng Huhe, dressed as a doctor, was anxiously wandering downstairs of his house.

He stared at the window of Zhang Yi's bedroom, but the light there was never on.

In the night sky, heavy rain is falling.

Zheng Huhe stood there in a daze, already turning into a rain man.

The night was deeper.

Wanglongmen Detention Center was shrouded in rain.

In the building, Yang Zaixing leaned on a chair in the interrogation room, his eyes slightly closed, and snored softly.

Sitting opposite the table, handcuffed to a chair, was Jin Xiaoyu, who had been beaten to a bloody pulp but still refused to confess. He leaned forward slightly and whispered:

"Director, Director Yang?"

Yang Zaixing shuddered at the wake-up call. He opened his sleepy eyes and immediately asked:
"Are you willing to confess?"

Jin Xiaoyu shook his head: "It's raining. If you're sleepy, go back to the office and sleep. Don't catch a cold."

"You are so kind." Yang Zaixing sneered, "Where were we talking about just now?"

Jin Xiaoyu said calmly: "You said you were very kind to me."

"Isn't it? You just arrived and you applied for a subsidy. Didn't I approve it? You took the money from the party and the country, but you are doing things that are not yours. Who can you be worthy of?"

Jin Xiaoyu looked straight ahead, still calmly: "The money of the party and the country is not extorted from the people."

"You're so brave. So you admit that you're a member of the Red Party?"

Jin Xiaoyu looked at him without saying a word.

Yang Zaixing rubbed his eyes and said in a pleading tone:

"Can you tell me a little bit? Okay? Even if you just say something, your subordinates, your superiors, where you hand over information, anything is fine."

After a long silence, Jin Xiaoyu spoke, but it was not the answer Yang Zaixing wanted: "Give me a quick answer, I won't say anything."

"Want to die? It's not that easy!" Yang Zaixing smiled grimly and was about to order the torture to continue when the door of the interrogation room opened. The secretary leaned in and handed a piece of paper to Yang Zaixing mysteriously.

"It's so cunning that it was stuck under the desk. If I hadn't had someone search it again, it wouldn't have been found at all."

Yang Zaixing took it, glanced at it, and was shocked. He smiled and said to Jin Xiaoyu:
"Surprising?"

Jin Xiaoyu pried open his eyelids and stared at the paper intently.

To be precise, it was a remittance slip.

Yang Zaixing raised the remittance slip and placed it in front of him: "I didn't expect you to be such a filial son. The address is very detailed. Liu Cuihua, is this your mother?"

Jin Xiaoyu, who was always calm, showed panic for the first time. He struggled and shouted hoarsely, "Yang Zaixing!"

Yang Zaixing hid back, with a joking look on his face: "Don't do that. Why are you so aggressive? A woman like me makes you so nervous. I thought you Red Party members were above worldly matters."

Jin Xiaoyu kept struggling: "Kill me, kill me now."

Yang Zaixing sneered and said to the secretary standing beside him: "Send a telegram immediately and ask them to bring his mother over here."

Then, he glanced at Jin Xiaoyu again and said grimly, "I don't know if my mother is as tough as you, but don't worry, I will have someone go easy on me. You're welcome."

Having said this, he turned and left.

"Wait!" At this moment, Jin Xiaoyu roared.

Yang Zaixing didn't even listen and walked to the door. The secretary opened the door with a flattering look on his face.

Just as he was about to step out of the door, Jin Xiaoyu screamed like crazy: "I said, I know everything, I'll tell you--"

Yang Zaixing then stopped, without looking back, he stood there waiting for what to come.

Jin Xiaoyu burst into tears: "I am a Red Party member."

Yang Zaixing turned around and asked: "Who is your upline?"

"031."

"031?" Yang Zaixing was stunned. He didn't expect to gain so much tonight. He asked uncertainly, "You said your superior is 031?"

"Yes."

"His true identity?"

"Deputy Director Zhang."

"That Deputy Director Zhang?" Yang Zaixing's eyes changed slightly, and he immediately understood in his heart, but still couldn't believe it.

"As far as I know, there is only one Deputy Director Zhang in the Military Intelligence Bureau, right?"

"Name. I want to hear you say his name in person."

"Zhang Yi."

Yang Zaixing finally smiled.

(End of this chapter)