My spy diary

Chapter 449: Trial (asking for monthly ticket)

After getting the answer he wanted, Yang Zaixing immediately ordered his men to continue the interrogation while the iron was hot, and he left the interrogation room with an excited look on his face.

Today's operation was perfect, and he felt a little proud.

The secretary followed closely behind.

"I have something for you to do."

The secretary understood immediately: "Are you talking about Jin Xiaoyu's mother?"

"Yes, we must eradicate all evil. It is better for us to keep this person in our hands."

"I understand." The secretary nodded, paused, and wanted to say something, but didn't say it.

Yang Zaixing saw that he was hesitant to speak, and understood his thoughts very well. He snorted coldly and said, "Put away your pitiful sympathy. People with soft hearts will fall into trouble sooner or later."

"It's not sympathy, it's just..." The secretary carefully organized his words, "Director, I just can't figure it out. Aren't you and Deputy Director Zhang friends?"

Yang Zaixing smiled. He felt that the secretary in front of him was so naive that he was pitiful. However, he was in a good mood at the moment and did not care that the secretary asked such a stupid question. Instead, he patted the secretary's shoulder affectionately and said:
"Friend? He was a friend before, but now he's about to be eliminated. Besides, I only have one position on this matter, the cause of the party and the country is above everything else."

"Yes, I understand."

"What do you unserstand?"

The secretary didn't know what to say and just smiled awkwardly.

"You are still too young and lack experience." Yang Zaixing shook his head and said with lingering feelings:
"When I was at the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Police Academy, I heard an instructor say, 'In this world, the relationships between people can be roughly divided into several categories: blood relatives, classmates, colleagues, and peers who have interacted with each other at a certain time or point in life, business partners, competitors, and allies with vested interests, and friends with pure affection and no vested interests.

"Relatives are arranged by God, or even destined in the previous life. We have no right to choose. As for classmates and colleagues, they are just passers-by who pass by each other and can leave or stay as they please. Interested parties are like doing business. It is either mutual deception or mutual benefit. But everything is over when the transaction is over...

"So, friends are not so easy to get, nor can they be defined casually. Many people like to talk about friends all the time. When they meet someone and talk to him or her for a few words, and feel that they are on good terms with each other, they immediately put their arms around each other's shoulders and call each other friends. In fact, within a few minutes, because they can't agree on something, or because of some inconsistency in interests, they immediately fall out, speak ill of each other and stop communicating with each other. These people are just friends who only drink and eat together.

"Although I, Yang, like to make friends, there are many people from all walks of life among them, but I know clearly who can be called friends and who cannot."

"That's what the director taught me." The secretary looked at him with respect and asked carefully:
"So, Director, what exactly is a true friend?"

Yang Zaixing was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

Then he glanced at his watch: "It's getting late, let's get to work."

Then he walked quickly into his office and picked up the phone.

After walking out of Boss Dai's office, He Shangyou felt relieved. Although the doubts lingering in his mind were not solved, Boss Dai's meaningful words, "Opportunities always come to those who are prepared," clearly had a meaningful meaning, which calmed his anxious heart today.

"If you can't figure it out, just wait. Everything will come to light one day, maybe tonight." He Shangyou couldn't help thinking.

As I opened the office door, I heard the phone ringing like a life-threatening call.

He rushed over and grabbed it. After hearing something inside, he was stunned:
"You said, do you know who 031 is? Who is it? Wait a minute--"

Although he was the only one in the office, he looked around cautiously before holding the microphone and whispering:
"Where are you now? I'll come find you right away."

After hanging up the phone, he was filled with joy and surprise, and looked confident of victory. He immediately asked his secretary to arrange a vehicle and guards to rush to Wanglongmen Detention Center.

A few minutes later, the dark gate of Luojiawan compound opened, and several cars, jeeps and three-wheeled motorcycles rushed out quickly.

When the last car disappeared into the night, Zhang Yi pulled up the screen and returned to his seat with a serious face.

The rain is coming from the wind!
He Shangyou's motorcade went straight into the Wanglongmen Detention Center. After getting off the car, he didn't even bother to open an umbrella and walked directly towards the office building.

Yang Zaixing was already waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

He Shangyou couldn't hide his excitement: "Laojiu, you really put on a great show tonight."

Yang Zaixing pretended to be modest: "It was just luck. Who would have thought that we could catch the Red Party and dig out such a big fish as 031?"

"This is not luck. The boss said something to me before, and I'm passing it on to my brother now."

"Boss, what you said is definitely a warning to the world. I am all ears."

"Opportunities always come to those who are prepared."

"Opportunities always come to those who are prepared." Yang Zaixing smacked his lips and savored the thought for a while, then pointed at He Shangyou and said, "Isn't this saying about you and me?"

As they spoke, the two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Laojiu, you are such a wonderful person." He Shangyou praised, and then asked in a deep voice:
"What about the confession? Is the evidence detailed?"

"With signatures and a recording, it can be said that it is a done deal." Yang Zaixing said confidently, "Please come this way."

He Shangyou nodded without saying anything. Seeing that everything was about to come to light, he became more anxious and worried.

After all, Zhang Yifei is not an easy person to deal with. If the evidence is not sufficient and solid, it will be another half-baked meal and he will be the one who will be embarrassed.

However, when he saw the detailed confession, the slight worry he had just felt had long since disappeared.

He Shangyou flipped through the confession, his face solemn, and said with emotion:
"Did Jin Xiaoyu graduate from the Frunze Military Academy? Zheng Huhe was his instructor? Did he join the Red Party in the Soviet Union? He's an old party member."

"Zheng Huhe and this traitor, as the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, these two are the same kind of people." Yang Zaixing spat out in pity, and then sighed in annoyance, "It's a pity that we were a step too late, the one named Zheng had already escaped, but this guy is so brave, he dared to come back after his identity was exposed."

“Although I am a little disappointed that I didn’t catch Zheng Huhe, it was not easy to get Jin Xiaoyu’s confession in such a short time. Thank you for your hard work.”

Yang Zaixing saluted and said, "This is my duty, and I dare not take credit for it. Moreover, given the limitations of my position, I can only investigate this far. I will leave the follow-up matters to you, Director He."

He Shangyou nodded with satisfaction, flipped through the interrogation records again, and suddenly frowned:
"He has never met Zhang Yi? There has been no direct exchange of information between the two?"

"Oh, you mean this. Jin Xiaoyu was Zheng Huhe's courier before, mainly responsible for storing and retrieving intelligence from the dead mailbox. Important intelligence was handed over face to face between Zhang Yi and Zheng Huhe. The reason why he was sent to the detention center was, firstly, to fill the vacancy left by their 'Old Knife', and secondly, to get the list of the Red Party criminals we were about to execute."

"So that's how it is." He Shangyou nodded. Now everything made sense.

As soon as one problem is solved, another arises.

"The confession shows that this person refused to confess at first, until you found his mother's address through the remittance slip and used it to threaten him, and then he confessed everything?"

Yang Zaixing frowned and said, "Is that so, Director He? Is there any problem?"

He Shangyou understood what he meant, waved his hand, and said earnestly: "Laojiu, don't blame me for being suspicious, and don't think I'm annoying. This is about Zhang Yi, our good colleague, and there can't be any mistakes, especially in the details."

Yang Zaixing looked relieved: "This is a good thing. Lao Jiu is a rough man, and the details are just right for you, Director He, to check."

He Shangyou nodded and smiled, flipping through the interrogation records while pondering the details.

After a while, he asked again: "This guy is not young anymore, doesn't he have a wife and children?"

"I have a wife, but no children."

"What about people?"

"His wife was also a member of the Red Party. She was arrested a few years ago, but she was unlucky and was executed last time. By the way, it was Deputy Director Zhang who killed her. Her body is buried in the grove outside the detention center."

He Shangyou was stunned, but it was only for a short moment. He continued to flip through the interrogation records and asked:
"How did he get into the detention center? Have you found anything?"

There was a discovery, but Yang Zaixing hesitated.

No matter what relationship Jin Xiaoyu had through which he got in touch with the wife of Xu Yedao, the director of the Justice Department, he didn't care whether Xu Yedao deliberately denied it, or Mrs. Xu had long forgotten this passerby with whom she had a brief business relationship, or it was just a professional broker who acted as a go-between and Mrs. Xu had never met this person at all. But with Jin Xiaoyu's confession of Zhang Yi, all this was no longer important. There was no need for him to dwell on this point and risk offending his immediate superior.

Then, after a brief silence, Yang Zaixing said:
"I haven't noticed this problem. Maybe someone in the institute is taking advantage of their position to seek personal gain. How about I ask about it now and have an internal investigation?"

He Shangyou glanced at him, waved his hand, and closed the interrogation record:

"Let's put the internal issues aside for now. As long as it's not red, everything will be fine. Go and get ready. I'm going to take him away now."

When Yang Zaixing heard this, he immediately understood and saluted:
"Yes."

On the other side, Zhang Yi was sitting in the office, calmly flipping through the newspaper.

Suddenly, the office door was pushed open. He looked up and saw He Shangyou and Mao Qiwu.

Zhang Yi pretended to be surprised: "Director Mao, Director He?"

"Deputy Director Zhang, what are you busy with?" Mao Qiwu walked to the table with a smile, bent over to look at the newspaper on the table, suddenly said "Huh", and picked up a newspaper.

"Friends? Real friends are not controlled by interests or harassed by the mundane world. They can withstand storms and stormy waves. Real friendship is like water and wine, like an umbrella in the rain and a pot of charcoal in the snow. There is no need to express it too much or to label it deliberately.

In a nutshell, friends are people who understand each other, who are spiritually connected, who complement each other's yin and yang, who are strong and soft, and who are a perfect match. It is enough to have a bosom friend in life, and we should treat each other with the same feeling in this world. This is a good saying, very insightful, very insightful. I wonder if Deputy Director Zhang has found such a friend? "

Zhang Yi nodded empathetically, then shook his head and said, "Not yet."

"What a pity."

"There is nothing to regret. In my opinion, friends and confidants are not as good as comrades with the same ideals. The former General Secretary once said, 'The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard'. Now that we have not defeated the Japanese, you and I comrades should unite and work hard for the great cause of the party and the country. What do you think, Director Mao?"

"Yes, brother, you are right." Mao Qiwu wanted to refute, but these were indeed the Prime Minister's last words, so he could only smile bitterly.

Sharp teeth and sharp tongue, he still showed off his eloquence even when facing death. A trace of disdain flashed in He Shangyou's eyes, and he retorted:
"That depends on which comrade you are from."

Zhang Yi frowned: "What does Commander He mean by this?"

"nothing."

He Shangyou's face was gloomy, and he changed the subject, "The Party and Government Intelligence Department has just arrested a Red Party member. Deputy Director Zhang must be interested in meeting him."

"Red Party?"

Mao Qiwu continued, "Deputy Director Zhang, this is what the boss meant. Because the case is serious, Boss Dai ordered the three of us to jointly try this person."

As he spoke, he carefully looked at Zhang Yi's expression.

However, to his disappointment, Zhang Yi's face showed no sign of abnormality. Instead, he said excitedly:
"Really? Since that's what the boss wants, what are you waiting for? Let's go."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked outside.

From the gate to the corridor of the interrogation room, there were guards with live ammunition standing guard all the way, and the atmosphere was eerie.

In the dim light, Zhang Yi moved forward courageously.

The footsteps echoed in the dark and dirty corridor, hammering at this shady world and also hammering at Zhang Yi's heart.

He saw a thousand-foot abyss in front of him, but he also saw a thousand-foot-high peak next to the abyss. If he climbed up and crossed over it, perhaps he would really see the vast ocean and sky.

But when he thought that the person he would face next might be Zheng Huhe, and he would have to watch him being tortured, or perhaps do it himself, his heart began to ache again.

"Old Zheng, Old Zheng, why are you doing this?"

Zhang Yi sighed in his heart and prepared himself mentally as he walked.

When he reached the door of the interrogation room, he finally regained a trace of cold-blooded expression. His face gradually became hideous, but his heart was filled with pain.

The interrogation room was dark and damp. Zhang Yigang lit a cigarette and sat down, then Mao Qiwu and He Shangyou came.

"Now that everyone is here, let's start?" He Shangyou asked hypocritically, and before Zhang Yi could say anything, he clapped his hands.

The next moment, a bloody man with torn skin and flesh all over his body and dying was dragged in.

The thug pressed him down on the interrogation chair, locked his hands, and nodded at Zhang Yi and the other two.

He Shangyou exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at Zhang Yi and asked, "Deputy Director Zhang, do you know this person?"

"I don't know him." Zhang Yi had a blank expression on his face. Although the prisoner shrugged his head, he recognized at a glance that this person was not Zheng Huhe.

"Don't you want to take a closer look?"

"Okay." Zhang Yi stood up and walked to the opposite side of the prisoner, looking at him again and again, as if a cultural relic dealer was identifying the authenticity of an antique.

"do not know."

The tone left no room for doubt.

(End of this chapter)