My spy diary

Chapter 451 Interrogation (Part )

Yang Zaixing had not arrived yet, and Wei Daming, Director of the Telecommunications Department, came uninvited.

"Commander, the Telecommunications Office has captured several signals tonight."

"where?"

"In the direction of Zengxyan in YZ area." Wei Daming handed over several intercepted codes.

"That's the Red Party." Dai Chunfeng took it, looked at it for a few seconds, and then said solemnly:

"What was the purpose of sending three telegrams in the middle of the night? Were the telegrams deciphered?"

"It's being decoded."

Dai Chunfeng snorted.

Wei Daming quickly explained: "The key to code decryption is to find similarities. The codes used by their news agencies and social exchanges are short idiom-like codes, such as 'The man says the man is right, the woman says the woman is right', 'dark clouds cover the sky', 'eating cucumbers in the middle of the night, not knowing the beginning or the end', etc. Most of them can be deciphered. But the codes used by the military are all random numbers, and even one code per report. It is difficult to find a pattern--"

Dai Chunfeng didn't have time to listen to his explanation and interrupted him impatiently:

"I just want to know the contents of these three telegrams."

Wei Daming hesitated for a moment and said, "421 Shanghai Liu Cuihua. Mission, I guess the Red Party is looking for someone."

"Liu Cuihua?" Dai Chunfeng glanced at the dying Jin Xiaoyu in the interrogation room, seeming to be thinking about something.

"Okay, go back and organize people to decipher it."

"Yes."

"By the way, the contents of this telegram are strictly confidential."

"clear."

As soon as Wei Daming left, Yang Zaixing finally arrived in a hurry.

"Mr. Dai."

Smelling the alcohol on him, Dai Chunfeng frowned: "Have you been drinking?"

Yang Zaixing said nervously: "I had a drink after get off work. Don't worry, Director, I'm not drunk."

As he spoke, he glanced at Boss Dai's face.

Dai Chunfeng snorted coldly: "Liu Cuihua is Jin Xiaoyu's mother, right? Where is she?"

"Liu Cuihua? Oh, I've already sent a telegram to the Shanghai District. I think the person has been controlled."

"Did you get a call back?"

"No, I've asked my secretary to urge him."

"Asshole!" Dai Chunfeng got angry instantly. "Do you know how important this person is? The Telecommunications Department just intercepted a secret message sent by the Red Party to Shanghai. They are also looking for this person. Humph, maybe he has been transferred by the Red Party now."

"What? How did they know that something happened to Jin Xiaoyu?"

"Now there is no time to worry about how they found out. Immediately ask the Shanghai District to arrest this Liu Cuihua. Immediately!"

"Yes!" Yang Zaixing replied tremblingly, still a little dazed. A few hours ago, Boss Dai had praised him, but now he was furious and scolded him, like a club that completely stunned him.

Inadvertently, he glanced at the scene in the interrogation room:

Deputy Director Zhang Yi was standing there interrogating people, but the person on the interrogation chair seemed to be Jin Xiaoyu. What was going on?

He was thinking in a daze, and when he realized that something might have gone wrong, he shuddered all over, and all his sleepiness and drunkenness were instantly gone.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he asked, "Commander, what is going on?"

"Do I need to report to you?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant."

"Humph, drinking while on duty is a blatant violation of discipline. Are you trying to apply the family rules?"

“I just had one drink.”

"Oh, I wronged you."

"No, no! I was the one who violated the discipline! Mr. Dai, I promise I won't do it again next time!" Yang Zaixing remembered that he still had a mission and said quickly:

"I will go and find him now."

After leaving the interrogation room, the scene he had just seen flashed through his mind. He immediately understood why Dai Chunfeng was so angry. He raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

He hurriedly left the interrogation room, found an office immediately and called his secretary, but the result disappointed him greatly. Liu Cuihua had disappeared.

In an instant, he was covered in cold sweat.

Thinking that Boss Dai was still waiting for news, he wiped his face hurriedly and went back to the interrogation room with gritted teeth.

"Is there any result?"

"Everyone is missing. The Red Party must have rescued them first."

"Now what?"

Yang Zaixing didn't dare to say anything.

Dai Chunfeng had a dark face and was not sure what he was thinking. He flipped through the interrogation records on the table. After a long while, he said nonchalantly:

"Go to the inspector's office."

"Yes." Yang Zaixing responded subconsciously, and then quickly realized, "Inspection Office?"

"Shouldn't there be disciplinary action for dereliction of duty?"

Yang Zaixing was really scared now: "Mr. Dai, I know I was wrong! Please give me a chance!"

"Chance? Can you really turn a living person into a living person?"

Yang Zaixing clenched his back teeth and thought hard.

"Commander, I don't have the ability to do that, but this matter is not irreversible. Even if the Red Party has transferred the person, Jin Xiaoyu cannot know this news. As long as we forge a telegram from the Shanghai District and say that the person has fallen into our hands, maybe, maybe we can trick him into it."

Dai Chunfeng did not comment, but his anger seemed to have subsided a little. He gave Yang Zaixing a cold look:
"Go and sober up first. I have something to ask you later."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Chief!"

In the interrogation room.

Adjutant Jia came in with a telegram, looking excited:
"I have good news for you all. Our people in the Shanghai Experimental Zone have found Liu Cuihua."

"That's great." Zhang Yi took the telegram with joy, but his mood was far from as calm as his face showed. The thing he was most worried about had happened.

He placed the telegram in front of Jin Xiaoyu and said coldly:
"Are you going to tell me now, or wait until your mother arrives?"

Jin Xiaoyu sneered and said nothing.

"That's your mother, don't you want to do something for her? Do you want to watch me knock out her teeth and break her bones?" "Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot be achieved at the same time. I feel sorry for my mother, but I have my own ideals and beliefs. One day she will understand and be proud of me."

"Ideals and beliefs? Don't you think it's ridiculous to shout slogans in a place like this? When you are covered in wounds, where are your organization and comrades? When you die like a dog, will your comrades remember you? No matter how strong a person's beliefs are, they will still turn into mud in front of bullets. Don't refuse a toast and drink a forfeit!"

"Why should I need people to remember me? It's enough for me to know my own beliefs. Of course, people like you won't understand. In my eyes, you are nothing but a bunch of soulless walking corpses."

As he said this, he burst into laughter.

"Come on, kill me if you dare. I won't tell you anything."

Zhang Yi understood that this was another way of telling himself that he had put life and death aside.

"Very good, then I will fulfill your wish."

Zhang Yi smiled grimly, hiding his inner grief, "Continue the torture."

The torture began.

Two ferocious thugs came up with rusty pliers, held Jin Xiaoyu's hands, and started pulling out his fingernails.

One, two.

Jin Xiaoyu was shaking all over, screaming miserably, and was in a state of near-death pain.

I fainted, and was splashed with cold water to wake myself up. I pulled it out again, and fainted again.

Jin Xiaoyu was tortured to the point of being on the verge of death, but he never uttered a word.

Seeing this, Mao Qiwu frowned and said:
"Deputy Director Zhang, this is not a solution. I remember that we still have some truth serum left from the United States. Should we give him a shot?"

Zhang Yi glanced at him, suppressed his uneasiness, and said calmly:
"Alright."

Seeing that Zhang Yi agreed, he immediately picked up the phone and dialed.

Soon, Adjutant Jia came in with a military doctor in a white coat.

After a long period of torture, Jin Xiaoyu was already dying. He slumped in the interrogation chair without any struggle as the medicine was injected into his body.

"The medicine will take effect in a few minutes. However, given his physical condition, he is likely to die suddenly," the military doctor hesitated.

"It doesn't matter if you die, as long as we can get the information out." Mao Qiwu smiled disapprovingly and glanced at Zhang Yi. "Deputy Director Zhang, how about you take a rest first?"

As he spoke, he had already walked behind Jin Xiaoyu, put his hands on his shoulders, leaned over and whispered in his ear:
"Mr. Jin, I actually admire you very much. If we put aside our political views, we can even be friends."

"Friends? That's impossible." The pain and anxiety almost consumed Jin Xiaoyu, but he understood what the doctor had just done to him and realized what he would face next. He gritted his teeth and continued to resist.

Mao Qiwu glanced at his watch and spoke in a gentler tone.

"Mr. Jin, you haven't closed your eyes for several hours since you came here from Wanglongmen. Are you sleepy? By the way, you haven't had dinner yet, right? Do you want to eat something? Or have a cigarette?"

Jin Xiaoyu made a hoarse sound in his throat, his dry lips moved, and then he snorted coldly, as if he was impatient to listen, and closed his eyes directly.

Mao Qiwu continued, "Are you tired? If you are tired, take a good rest and relax."

Jin Xiaoyu's eyelids began to slowly grow heavy. Although his will told him that this was a trap, the intoxication from the drugs gradually overcame his consciousness. He gradually leaned back and seemed to fall asleep.

A hint of pride appeared on Mao Qiwu's lips. He walked around to Jin Xiaoyu and continued asking.

"Mr. Jin, you are too tired. Go to sleep and relax. Tell me, your hometown is in the French Concession in Shanghai. Your kind mother lives there, right?"

Jin Xiaoyu closed his eyes and murmured, "Yes, my mother was very good to me. She paid for my education and helped me to succeed. She was reluctant to eat and wear anything herself."

Having said that, Jin Xiaoyu paused for a moment, tears streaming down his face.

Mao Qiwu continued to ask calmly, "Tell me, where did you go after you left your hometown?"

"Yes, I went to the Soviet Union. I studied at the military academy in Moscow."

"So tell me, was your college career going well? When did you join the Red Party?"

This question seemed to hit Jin Xiaoyu's sore spot. He struggled and twisted his body, as if trying to wake up from his drowsy consciousness, but Mao Qiwu gently put a hand on his hand, and he slowly calmed down and continued to mutter his answer.

"My instructor was Zheng Huhe, and he introduced me to the Red Party."

"Mr. Jin, tell me, when did you come to Shancheng?"

"I, I was born in 38. I entered the Yuzhong Police Station under the organization's arrangement."

Although Jin Xiaoyu's words were intermittent, everyone in the interrogation room heard it clearly, and they all looked excited.

Zhang Yi was the same, but he knew he could do nothing at the moment. If he interrupted the interrogation, all his previous efforts would be wasted.

Mao Qiwu could hardly conceal his inner pride. He knew that with the help of the drugs, Jin Xiaoyu's psychological defenses were already collapsing. He only needed one step, the last step, to find out the undercover agent lurking in the top of the Military Control Commission.

He leaned down, approached Jin Xiaoyu, and spoke in a gentler tone:
"Tell me, why did you end up in Wanglongmen Detention Center? Who was the person who contacted Zheng Huhe? Who is 031?"

Jin Xiaoyu's chest heaved violently and his eyelids trembled.

"me"

There seemed to be a fierce struggle going on in his heart, and he just kept repeating the word "I" over and over again.

Mao Qiwu couldn't wait any longer. He kept asking, "Tell me, who is 031?"

"I, 031 is, yes, 031 is you."

These words seemed to be a switch that turned on Jin Xiaoyu. His eyes suddenly opened, and he struggled to get up with all his strength. He suddenly strangled Mao Qiwu's neck with the handcuffs in his hands, tightening them tightly, and opened his mouth as if to bite.

Mao Qiwu was caught off guard and his eyes popped out, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. His neck was bitten severely.

Everyone was stunned by this scene. The thugs guarding the door were in a panic, but because Mao Qiwu was strangled by the neck, they did not dare to shoot rashly.

At this moment, Zhang Yi rushed over and grabbed Jin Xiaoyu's throat fiercely. The strength in his hands loosened unconsciously. Mao Qiwu took the opportunity to struggle out of the handcuffs, stepped aside, covered his bleeding neck, and gasped with lingering fear.

"Hahahaha." There was no fear on Jin Xiaoyu's face. He growled vaguely a few times, then stiffened his neck and bit off his tongue with a determined look on his face.

Zhang Yi felt something was wrong, but it was too late to stop it.

In an instant, blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth like a red torrent bursting through a dam.

"Crazy, this guy is a lunatic." Mao Qiwu's face turned pale.

"Hurry, send him to the hospital." Zhang Yi shouted, and the military doctor and several thugs reacted and immediately carried him out under the command of the military doctor.

At the same time, Dai Chunfeng, who was watching the interrogation, saw Jin Xiaoyu bit off his tongue and his face became even gloomier.

He knew in his heart that it was probably impossible to get this person to speak again.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly looked at Yang Zaixing and asked:

"How did this person get into Wanglongmen Detention Center?"

Yang Zaixing sighed. He originally didn't want to report the matter of Director Xu's wife, for fear that he would offend his immediate superior for no reason. But now Deputy Director Zhang was fine, and Jin Xiaoyu's previous confession was clearly false. He dared not hide it anymore and quickly reported the situation to Dai Chunfeng.

"Xu Yedao?"

(End of this chapter)