My spy diary

Chapter 476: Taking Advantage of the Situation (asking for monthly ticket)

After Kuroda Yusuke confessed, Zhang Yi called He Zhiyuan.

On the other end of the phone, He Zhiyuan's voice was very excited: "Recruited? Great, I'll come right over, I just happen to have something to discuss with you."

Soon, He Zhiyuan came over with a red face, and Zhang Yi handed him the sketch drawn by the portrait artist.

"This person is Ichiro Kitagawa?"

The portrait shows a face with a serious expression and sharp eyes - this is the last impression Kitagawa left on Kuroda Yusuke.

"Younger than I thought."

“More cunning, too.”

"No matter how cunning a fox is, it can't beat a good hunter." He Zhiyuan smiled and continued to ask:
"What else did he confess? What about his cover identity and final plan? Does this Kuroda know?"

"Kuroda Yusuke is just a small character who follows orders and knows nothing else."

He Zhiyuan was a little frustrated, and sighed, "In this case, Lin Xiao's confession becomes crucial. Why, he still refuses to confess?"

"We have tried all the conventional methods. Now all that's left is to inject him with 'truth serum'." After saying this, Zhang Yi glanced at him and asked, "Director He, have you come up with a solution?"

He Zhiyuan smiled bitterly: "There is a way."

"Oh, what can I do?"

"Someone suggested that we lock him up with the military dogs. I was hesitant at first, but now it seems that I have no choice but to give it a try."

As he spoke, he waved over his secretary and whispered a few words in his ear. The secretary understood and left immediately.

Zhang Yi asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"

He Zhiyuan smiled slyly: "You will know in a moment, I will borrow your place for a while."

Zhang Yi smiled indifferently.

Soon, Lin Xiao was taken down from the interrogation stand, and the plainclothes officer threw him two steamed buns.

Lin Xiao had no idea of ​​their intention and was extremely hungry, so he grabbed the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth. He thought, even if he died, he would die with a full stomach. But it was impossible to ask him to confess.

A plainclothes officer was watching him outside, smiling strangely.

"Eat enough so you can have the strength to struggle later."

"Struggle?" Lin Xiao thought he was going to be tortured again and smiled disdainfully. He had already survived once, so why would he be afraid of a second time?

Then he watched the plainclothes officers come in and move out all the interrogation chairs and tools, and he felt even more confused.

It was not until the two dog trainers dragged two barking and drooling military dogs to the door of the interrogation room that he was stunned. Looking at the steamed buns in his hands that had been soft and delicious just a moment ago, he instantly lost his appetite.

"Director He, Director Zhang."

"I am Jin Dayong, honored to meet Commander He, Instructor Zhang, no, Director Zhang."

The visitors were Second Lieutenant Liu and Jin Dayong.

Hearing Jin Dayong say this, Zhang Yi looked at him in confusion: "Are you from the Linli training class?"

"Yes, I used to be an instructor there."

"Oh, how come you were assigned to the police dog breeding class? Are you adapting well?"

"Everyone is serving the Party and the country wherever they go. Thank you Director Zhang for your concern. Everything is fine, but many people and things are different from before."

"Well, it's definitely different, but no matter where you go, you have to learn to adapt."

"Director Zhang, you are right." Jin Dayong looked convinced. After he finished speaking, he glanced casually into the interrogation room and smiled flatteringly, "Director Zhang, you have lofty ambitions and a bright future. I hope you can support me in the future. I am willing to follow your lead and serve you."

Zhang Yi felt that this was a bit abrupt, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong with it for a moment. He looked at him meaningfully and said nothing.

Lieutenant Liu, who was standing by, was slightly stunned when he heard his companion say this, and then he suddenly realized. He was wondering why Jin Dayong, who had always been timid and honest, suddenly changed his nature and started to help him with ideas. He thought that this person had changed his nature, but it turned out that he was waiting here, trying to climb up the ladder of Director Zhang!

However, you are from the Operations Department. Isn't it a bit too much for you to fawn over Director Zhang in front of Director He?

Isn't it obvious that this kind of attempt to flatter and please others puts oneself in opposition to the Director of Action and the Director of the Department?
However, when he thought of Jin Dayong's background, he suddenly realized that the people of a small country are only as capable as this. They value trivial matters over integrity and shame, so how could they understand the ways of the world in a big country.

He Zhiyuan was also a little stunned. He glanced at Jin Dayong unhappily, and was too lazy to argue with such a mediocre person. He said lightly: "Get to work."

At this moment, Lin Xiao, who had been silent and dazed with the steamed bun in his hand, suddenly raised his head and glanced at a few people.

Zhang Yi thought he was thinking about something, and his expression immediately turned serious. But after just a few seconds of staring at each other, Lin Xiao lowered his head and fell silent again, frowning as if he was thinking about something.

"One last question, are you going to recruit or not?"

Lin Xiao turned a deaf ear to it.

Seeing this, He Zhiyuan sneered: "Yun Yi, stop talking nonsense with him, close the door and let the dog out!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a plainclothes officer came in with a bucket of oil that smelled like frying meat, and without saying anything, he poured it on Lin Xiao.

Smelling the fragrance, the four military dogs that had been hungry for a day could no longer hold back and rushed towards Lin Xiao, roaring wildly.

"put!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lieutenant Liu and Jin Dayong loosened the dog leashes at the same time. The four military dogs opened their bloody mouths and pounced over. Their fangs and sharp claws went straight to Lin Xiao's body and throat. A burst of miserable howls sounded instantly.

Lin Xiao was almost going crazy. He endured the severe pain, roared to drive away the hounds, and used all his strength to dodge the hounds' attacks. He stumbled towards the door and desperately banged on the closed door of the interrogation room.

"Let me out, let me out!"

After a while, perhaps a long time, just when Lin Xiao felt that he was about to be torn to pieces by these vicious dogs, the door finally opened.

Lin Xiao struggled desperately to rush out, fell beside He Zhiyuan's military boots, and began to vomit uncontrollably, almost vomiting out all his internal organs.

He Zhiyuan looked down at him and said coldly: "Don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless. This is called giving someone a taste of their own medicine. Humph, the day you pledge allegiance to your Japanese master, you should be mentally prepared."

The reason for saying this is that this method of torturing and executing prisoners came from Mei Agency No. 76. They called it "dog racing" internally. I don't know how many anti-Japanese heroes who survived the torture went crazy on the spot or were eaten clean by vicious dogs because they could not bear this torture.

"Finally, let me ask you one question, do you want to move on or continue?"

Lin Xiao collapsed on the ground, his face as pale as paper. He shuddered all over when he heard this, and said incoherently:

"I, I confess. I confess everything."

Hearing this, Jin Dayong's brain buzzed and his face turned pale.

"Okay, you two have worked hard, take our four heroes back first."

"You are flattering me, Director." Lieutenant Liu smiled modestly, and when he noticed that Jin Dayong was in a daze, he quickly pushed him and said, "The Director is talking."

Jin Dayong came back to his senses and found that several people had been staring at him. Only then did he realize his mistake. He rubbed his face guiltily and helplessly: "I'm sorry, I, I was scared."

Zhang Yi and He Zhiyuan looked at him and said nothing.

After the two men left with the military dog, Lin Xiao was dragged away by the plainclothes officers to heal his wounds. Zhang Yi and He Zhiyuan looked at each other, each revealing an intriguing expression. In their opinion, Jin Dayong's behavior just now was too deliberate. Was it really because of fear? Or was he trying to hide something?
"This Jin Dayong is a North Korean." He Zhiyuan's brows were solemn. He paused, as if talking to himself, and as if asking Zhang Yi: "Could he be a Japanese spy too?"

"It's hard to say. No one can guarantee that he is not."

Zhang Yi thought about it, and the scene of Jin Dayong's flattering behavior and Lin Xiao frowning in thought flashed through his mind. He asked suspiciously, "Could it be that he was conveying some information to Lin Xiao just now? If it is suspicious, then the information is hidden in the words 'high aspirations, broad future', but what exactly does this word mean?"

He Zhiyuan said nothing, his brows furrowed.

Zhang Yi continued to ask: "By the way, Lao He, who came up with that idea just now?"

"Lieutenant Liu said he came up with it, but now it seems that it was most likely Jin Dayong's idea. Humph, if someone offers to marry someone for no reason, he must be a traitor or a thief."

"Now it seems that this person is indeed suspicious."

He Zhiyuan's face was a little gloomy: "Ignore him for now, as long as you keep an eye on him, the fox's tail will always be exposed."

"Well, the more this is the case, the more it shows how important Lin Xiao is. Why don't we use his own tactics against him?"

"what do you mean?"

"He, don't they want Lin Xiao to die? Let's do it for him to see."

He Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Yes, this is the only way for the good show to continue."

After saying this, he sighed leisurely: "Brother, do you know what this scene just now reminded me of?"

"what?"

"Do you know what Zuo Zongtang once said?"

"I'm all ears." Zhang Yi found it a little funny. Zuo Gong said too much, so how could he guess?

"Zuo Gong once commented on the Japanese, saying, 'The Japanese know small etiquette but not great righteousness, are particular about small details but not great virtue, value small details but not integrity, fear power but not virtue, will rob and invade when strong, and will be submissive when weak.'"

"Zuo Gong's words are so penetrating and incisive."

"That's right, so it's still our ancestors who had a long-term vision and were accurate! Fang Xuanling, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, once commented on the Koreans, saying, 'The border tribes are lowly creatures, not worthy of being treated with kindness and righteousness, and cannot be held accountable to common etiquette. In ancient times, they were treated like fish and turtles, so we should treat them with leniency.' Zhu Yuanzhang also said, 'They are treacherous and stubborn, and virtue cannot win them over. They can only be feared by power, so our ancestors used force to win them over.'"

Zhang Yi nodded. He came from the future and felt deeply about this. Small countries survive in the cracks and are best at playing both sides. Their feelings are sad and their affairs are pitiful, but in the end, there is a saying that there must be something hateful about pitiful people.

It was late at night, but many people were still busy, and Ichiro Kitagawa was no exception.

At this moment, he was sitting on the sofa, listening to Kuroda Tomosuke's report.

"Did you see him return to the Military Intelligence Bureau with your own eyes?"

"Yes." Kuroda Chisuke nodded, and then said with some worry: "Do you think Lin Xiao will be obedient?"

Ichiro Kitagawa smiled coldly, looked at him and said, "Repeat the message I asked you to send to him through Jin Dayong."

"High aspirations, bright future"

"Do you know what this sentence means?"

"My subordinates don't understand."

"You translate it into Japanese."

"Does this sentence mean a person's name? Shota?" Kuroda Tomosuke said uncertainly. The name Shota is very common in Japan. Shota means soaring and having lofty ambitions. It is often used to embody masculinity, implying that children will bravely move towards their dreams and have a bright future.

"Yes, Shota is the name of his son."

"But." Kuroda Chisuke frowned.

"What do you want to say?"

Kuroda Chisuke looked at him and said with courage: "I remember the major said that it is not enough to conquer the enemy with whips and bullets. We must also understand their history and culture. Although Lin San has studied in our Great Japanese Empire, he is not a Japanese after all. Would he have the courage to commit suicide? I have always believed that the courage and honor of suicide belong only to the samurai of our Yamato nation."

Beichuan narrowed his eyes and focused his gaze on his face. After a pause, he said, "No matter what, he must die!"

"What if something unexpected happens?"

"Then we will all die together."

When Kitagawa said this, his tone was rather peculiar. Kuroda Chisuke understood it immediately and asked immediately: "Major, what should I do next?"

"Keep an eye on Jin Dayong. If he can't solve the problem, then there's no need for him and his family to exist."

"understand!"

On the other side, two panicked plainclothes officers suddenly rushed out from the corridor of the interrogation room and shouted anxiously:

"Quick, call someone, call a doctor, Lin Xiao committed suicide!"

The shout was so loud that it echoed in the empty corridor and even the people upstairs could hear it.

Upon hearing this, He Zhiyuan, who was talking enthusiastically with Second Lieutenant Liu and Jin Dayong in the office, suddenly changed his expression and rushed outside immediately.

Second Lieutenant Liu and Jin Dayong looked at each other, equally stunned. No matter what they thought, they followed.

Although he was mentally prepared, Jin Dayong was still shocked by the scene in front of him when he followed He Zhiyuan into the interrogation room.

Lin Xiao was seen lying on the interrogation chair with his head tilted back, a chopstick stuck in each ear, blood oozing out continuously.

In front of him was a bowl of spilled noodles.

Zhang Yi and several plainclothes officers gathered in a circle, all with gloomy expressions.

Jin Dayong thought that Lin Xiao must have agreed to confess, so others gave him food. He took this opportunity to commit suicide with chopsticks.

But just a dozen minutes after the conversation he had racked his brains to imagine, a tragic incident happened. He still felt incredible that a simple sentence could make a man who had endured torture and kept his mouth shut willing to die? An order? Or a threat?

Jin Dayong couldn't figure out the meaning behind this, nor did he dare to think about it. At this moment, he suddenly felt a little fortunate that Lin Xiao understood and did as he was told. Otherwise, if the mission failed, would the other party do the same to him? Thinking of this, Jin Dayong was still terrified.

"Step aside."

At this time, a military doctor in a white coat trotted in. He first checked Lin Xiao's breathing and pulse, then looked at his pupils with a flashlight and shook his head weakly: "He can't be saved."

"Pa." Just as the military doctor finished speaking, Zhang Yi slapped a plainclothes officer in the face: "What are you doing? How do you look at him? Who told you to give him chopsticks?"

"Director, I don't have any either." The plainclothes officer was terrified. Before he could finish his words, he was kicked to the ground by Zhang Yi. "You're useless, good-for-nothing."

When everyone saw Zhang Yi being furious, no one dared to speak and they all lowered their heads in grievance.

"What are you looking at? Get out! Get out!" Zhang Yi roared again.

Everyone was silent and fled in panic.

Jin Dayong was pushed out by the crowd. He tiptoed back and glanced at Zhang Yi secretly. He saw Zhang Yi leaning against the wall with his hands on his hips, looking extremely haggard and tired.

(End of this chapter)