My spy diary

Chapter 477 Confession (please vote)

"Virgin, did I act well?"

After the door of the interrogation room was closed and out of Lin Xiao's sight, Qian Xiaosan, who had been lying on the ground with his head down, rolled over and said with a little pride. He rubbed his body, but he was still frightened and added: "Hey, Director, you are too strong. It's better to have someone else perform the martial arts scene next time."

"Replace who?"

"A monkey. He has thick skin and tough flesh."

Zhang Yi laughed in silence, glanced at him, and said seriously: "Jokes aside, if you want to act, then act it out. Now it's up to you and Monkey."

"Don't worry, Virgo."

"Watch his every move closely, and do not act without my order!"

"I understand!" Qian Xiaosan stepped forward and saluted, then walked away in high spirits.

After walking out of the headquarters, Jin Dayong stretched, lit a cigarette, and walked slowly along the road.

After finishing a cigarette, he took the opportunity to step on the cigarette butt and paused for a moment. He looked around and didn't find any follower, so he quickened his pace.

After walking for a distance, he turned into a narrow street. Although it was late at night, there was still a small shop on the corner with lights on.

This is a very simple noodle shop. Inside, there are a few rickshaw pullers who are still drinking after eating noodles and are currently bragging enthusiastically under the influence of alcohol.

Jin Dayong glanced at a few people out of the corner of his eye, said nothing, and walked quietly to the back.

As he walked, he quietly took away a coachman's waistcoat with the logo of a coachman's company printed on it, which was placed on a chair.

Then he walked past the boss who was drowsy on the small table at the stove door and went out directly through a small door.

There was another street outside the door. Jin Dayong went out, put on the waistcoat, and continued walking forward with a hunched back.

The street was empty. He walked forward with his head down, not noticing anything unusual. In front of him, a man dressed as a rickshaw driver was sitting on the shaft with his head down.

When Jin Dayong saw him, he quickened his pace, took a few quick steps, and sat in the car.

The driver was actually Kuroda Chisuke in disguise. He was not frightened by the sudden appearance of Jin Dayong, as if he had known that the other party would come.

"Sit tight." Jin Dayong took off his vest after getting in the car, and Kuroda Tomosuke immediately started jogging.

"Lin Xiao is dead." Jin Dayong whispered behind him.

"When?" Kuroda Tomosuke looked back at him.

"Just now."

"How did you die?"

"He committed suicide by stabbing his ear through with a chopstick."

"sure?"

"determine."

"Sure?"

"I saw it with my own eyes."

"I saw it with my own eyes?" Kuroda Chisuke repeated, and turned back to look at him. The car speed increased a bit. After a while, he said again:
"Tell me about your experience tonight. The more detailed the better."

"What's there to say? He just said what you asked me to tell him right in front of him, and then he committed suicide a short while later." Jin Dayong frowned and asked again:
"Okay, I've done everything you asked me to do. When will you arrange for me to evacuate? And where is my mother now?"

Kuroda Chisuke did not answer, but continued to ask: "Did you watch him commit suicide? Where did he get the chopsticks? Was it self-harm or suicide? Where is the body now?"

Jin Dayong's thoughts were temporarily pulled back by these questions. He frowned and stared at Kuroda Chisuke's back. After a pause, he told him everything about his experience tonight.

"He chose to surrender under the siege of vicious dogs? He took the initiative to confess?"

"Yes, it should be a delaying tactic."

"That means you only saw the final scene of his death, but not the whole process, right?"

"I know what you're thinking, but he is definitely dead. Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, He Zhiyuan was panic-stricken, and Zhang Yi was so angry that he attacked his confidants. It's impossible for them to be acting."

"Where is the body? Can you touch the body?" Kuroda Tomosuke continued to ask.

Jin Dayong said unhappily, "How can a dog owner like me touch a corpse? My actions tonight might have aroused their suspicion."

Kuroda Tomosuke didn't say anything. No one knew what he was thinking, and the car slowed down unknowingly.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Jin Dayong asked anxiously: "I have done everything you asked me to do. When will you arrange for me to leave?"

"Not yet. We have to make sure he's really dead."

Jin Dayong was stunned. He stared blankly and said hysterically:

"I said he was dead. I saw it with my own eyes. What can I do if you don't believe me? Anyway, I have already done what you asked me to do. Even if he comes back to life, that is your business. My job is done. You have to get me out safely first, otherwise..."

"What else?"

"Otherwise, I will report you to the police station."

Kuroda Chisuke shrugged and said calmly: "What good will it do you to report me? My life was given by the Emperor, and I am ready to die for him at any time. What about you? Do you have the courage to commit suicide? Don't forget what you did tonight. Will the Military Control Commission let you go?"

Jin Dayong's eyes froze for a moment, and then he roared angrily:

"You, what on earth do you want to do?"

Kuroda Chisuke looked back at him again, his eyes contemptuous: "Even if - I mean even if, even if Lin Xiao is really dead, you can't leave the mountain city for the time being."

"Why?!"

"There is a Chinese saying that goes, 'You can get on a pirate ship, but you can't get off a pirate beach. Jinsang, we are all on the same boat now. In order for our big ship to dock safely and for the great cause of the empire, we should unite and work together. What do you think?"

"I, I have no intention of boarding your ship."

"Aren't we all in the same boat now?"

Kuroda Chisuke said firmly, and continued to persuade, "Jin-san, take a long-term view. The Empire of Japan is invincible and has only encountered some difficulties. Believe me, things will soon turn around."

Hearing this, a look of despair appeared in Jin Dayong's eyes. He stared at Kuroda Tomosuke's back, then pretended to accept his fate, shrugged his head and sighed. However, his right hand silently reached behind his waist.

Kuroda Chisuke was unaware of all this. He pulled the cart a few more steps, turned a corner, stopped the car, and said without looking back:

"You go back first. I'll find you if there's anything else."

After saying that, he waited for Jin Dayong to get out of the car and prepared to leave. However, at this moment, he heard a "click" and Jin Dayong stepped forward and put the muzzle of the gun to the back of his head, saying coldly:
"There will be no next time."

"What are you doing?" Kuroda Chisuke was slightly stunned, but his tone was calm, even a little sarcastic. He pointed at a building not far away and said, "Do you dare to shoot? Not to mention alerting the Military Control Commission, I'm afraid it will scare your son who is still breastfeeding."

Jin Dayong was stunned and subconsciously looked in the direction of his finger. He was shocked to find that the two of them had unknowingly arrived downstairs of his house. At this moment, while he was stunned, Kuroda Tomosuke suddenly turned his head, grabbed the gun barrel with his right hand like lightning, pulled it forward, and then hit Jin Dayong's chest hard with his left elbow.

Jin Dayong groaned and staggered. Kuroda Chisuke took advantage of the situation and grabbed the gun barrel tightly with both hands. Suddenly, he twisted Jin Dayong's arm like twisting a twist, and the pistol was in his hand, and then pressed against Jin Dayong's head.

"How dare you, a Korean pariah, lay your hands on me?"

These words touched Jin Dayong's most sensitive nerve. His face turned pale, and he covered his limp arm. He stared at Kuroda Chisuke with gritted teeth and roared in a low voice:
"Shoot! Do you dare to shoot? I am a pariah. Who are you? You are nothing but a rat hiding everywhere being chased by the Chinese."

As he spoke, he spat with disdain: "A bunch of rats and bugs."

"Baka!" Kuroda Tomosuke was completely enraged, and he raised his hand and slapped Jin Dayong in the face.

Jin Dayong ignored him completely and rushed over to grab Kuroda Chisuke's throat with a crazy look:
"Die!"

"Let go!" Kuroda Tomosuke was stunned. He didn't expect that this Korean pariah would dare to resist. He grabbed the pistol and smashed it on the other's head.

"Oh!"

a bit.

Jin Dayong did not resist at all, but just pinched Kuroda Tomosuke's hand more and more forcefully.

Another one. Jin Dayong gritted his teeth, not dodging or evading, and was hit hard by the butt of the gun. However, his eyes became sharper and sharper.

Finally, Kuroda Tomosuke's face became more and more ugly, his throat was pinched tighter and tighter, his consciousness gradually became a little blurred, the hand holding the pistol drooped weakly, and finally his eyes went black, as if the power was suddenly cut off, he fell to the ground, and knew nothing.

This was naturally because Jin Dayong used his own "special skill" and successfully strangled Kuroda Tomosuke.

Then he had a gloomy face, took a few deep breaths, pried open Kuroda Tomosuke's hands, and took the pistol back.

Then he straddled Kuroda Tomosuke, raised his fist as if to vent his anger, and smashed it hard on the opponent's head.

"Rats and bedbugs."

Punch after punch.

However, after a while, Jin Dayong seemed to hear footsteps. Before he could turn around, a pistol was pressed against the back of his head again, and then a cold voice sounded:

"Second Lieutenant Jin, why are you doing this?"

"You, you are."

Before he could finish his words, the man snorted coldly and cut Jin Dayong on the back of his neck with a knife. He also fainted.

The few of them had no idea that their every move was being seen clearly by Monkey and Qian Xiaosan who were hiding in the dark.

trial room.

After a simple treatment, Lin Xiao was dragged into the interrogation room again. His calves, thighs, and back were covered with wounds from being bitten by military dogs, and were bandaged like dumplings.

At this moment, he hung his head, staring at the ground with empty eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhang Yi asked someone to bring him another bowl of noodles: "Do you want some more strength?"

Lin Xiao opened his mouth slightly, not knowing whether he wanted to eat or speak, but in the end he licked his cracked and white lips, closed his mouth and chose to remain silent.

Zhang Yi shook his head: "You don't eat, but Kuroda Chisuke eats it deliciously. Oh, that's the postman who was arrested with you. You two are so different."

Lin Xiao shuddered as if he was scalded by boiling water: "He confessed?"

Zhang Yi stopped talking. He picked up the teacup in front of him and drank it attentively.

"He is Japanese, how could he confess so easily?" Lin Xiao became more and more anxious.

After finishing his tea, Zhang Yi put down his teacup, breathed a sigh of relief, and continued:
"What's wrong with the Japanese? The Japanese also value their lives. Aren't there enough Japanese who confessed in the Military Control Commission's interrogation room?"

After a pause, he continued, "You are faking your death this time, but if Kitagawa Ichiro knew you were still alive, do you think he would let you go? This time they threatened you with your son, but what about next time? If you die, do you really believe that they will take care of your son for you?"

Lin Xiao was silent, as if he was struggling, or as if he was weighing the pros and cons.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it." Zhang Yi seemed to have lost his patience and turned to leave.

Just as he was about to step out of the interrogation room, Lin Xiao said in a hoarse voice:
"and many more!"

Zhang Yi did not turn around, but stood there waiting for his next words.

"Kuroda Chisuke, did he really confess?"

"Don't believe it?" Zhang Yi snorted coldly and called the plainclothes officer beside him, "Show him."

The plainclothes officer pulled out a folded sketch from his pocket and unfolded it in front of Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao stared at the portrait intently, and was surprised for five or six seconds. If he could still deal with it instinctively before, he completely gave up resistance after seeing Beichuan's portrait.

"I said, I said everything."

On the other side, when Jin Dayong opened his eyes again, Kuroda Tomosuke's bruised and gloomy face appeared above his head.

He subconsciously wanted to turn his head to see where he was, but he felt a pain in his neck. He held his neck and took a breath, and looked around carefully for a while with the corner of his eyes. He found that he was in a bathhouse with a combination of Chinese and Western styles. He was naked and covered with a bath towel.

"Where is this?"

Kuroda Chisuke stared at him coldly, then pulled him up and put a gun to his head:
"Stop talking nonsense and go inside."

Jin Dayong moved his steps with difficulty, walked through a long and narrow corridor, and arrived outside a row of cubicles with door curtains hung on them. The Chinese characters of plum, orchid, and green bamboo were printed on the curtains.

"Go in."

Kuroda Chisuke pointed to the room numbered "Mei" and pushed him in.

Jin Dayong walked in suspiciously, and saw two reclining chairs and a desk in this private room. On the desk were a teapot filled with water and two teacups.

Further ahead was a single-person pool filled with mist. A man with his back to him was soaking in the hot water pool, with only his head exposed.

Just as he was hesitating, the man in the hot tub spoke: "Would you like some tea? Kuroda-kun, pour him some tea."

Hearing this voice, Jin Dayong understood that this was the person who had attacked him before.

"Yes." Kuroda Chisuke seemed to be very afraid of the man and immediately filled the teacup with hot tea.

Jin Dayong was confused and frightened, but he was really thirsty at the moment, so he didn't care about what he thought. He picked up the teacup and drank it all in one breath. Then he looked at the man in the hot water pool and asked:

"Who is your Excellency?"

(End of this chapter)