My spy diary

Chapter 490 Interrogation (please vote)

In the darkness, she suddenly heard a sound and turned around subconsciously, only to see three dark shadows of military dogs rushing towards her quickly, with their sharp teeth and claws heading straight for her throat.

"Get out of here." The woman was thrown to the ground and struggled desperately. Her ugly face became even uglier because of the distortion of fear. Before she could struggle to get up, several plainclothes police officers pounced on her, pressed her to the ground again, and began to search her body.

"dagger."

"Potassium cyanide."

"I found this ID here. Let me see it. Yang Meijuan, bah, I think Yang Laouchou is more appropriate."

Several plainclothes officers were searching people when they saw Zhang Yi and He Zhiyuan approaching.

"Reporting to the commander, this woman is Yang Meijuan. Her ID is probably forged. Apart from the dagger and potassium cyanide, no other valuable items have been found on her."

"Yeah." He Zhiyuan nodded, slowly walked to Yang Meijuan, leaned over, and sneered:

"I'll call you Miss Yang for now, but it seems that Miss Yang's skills are not as good as my own makeup skills."

Yang Meijuan was pressed to the ground. At this moment, she struggled with all her might to raise her head and glared at him provocatively. Then she saw Zhang Yi, and her clenched fists unconsciously clenched again, but then loosened, and her sinister eyes glared at him with the same hatred.

Zhang Yi had already caught this subtle change, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Do you know me?"

Yang Meijuan snorted contemptuously and kept silent with her neck stiff.

Zhang Yi disagreed and thought, "Make a portrait of her immediately and send it along with her ID to every police station in every district of the Military Control Commission. Find someone to identify her and report her. Find out where she first settled."

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved: "Take him back."

"Yes." The plainclothes officer responded, put handcuffs and shackles on her, covered her with a black cloth, and escorted her into the car.

After the ugly woman was arrested, He Zhiyuan called Dai Chunfeng with a beaming face.

Dai Chunfeng's voice on the other end of the phone was very excited: "Is he alive? Very good, very good. Let Zhang Yi organize an interrogation immediately. I hope I can see the confession after tonight's banquet."

After hanging up the phone, He Zhiyuan said, "Boss Dai has gone to a dinner party. He hopes to see the confession later. Brother, it's up to you now."

"Dinner? What kind of party is it tonight?"

"It is said that it is related to the special technology cooperation between China and Britain. The British ambassador, chairman and his wife will all be present."

Zhang Yi was thoughtful. The British spies stationed in Shancheng had already witnessed the accurate air raid alarms issued by the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Aviation Commission during the Japanese bombing of Shancheng. They coveted the radio technology of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Telecommunications Department and hoped to cooperate with the Military Intelligence Bureau in telecommunications. The funny thing is that the British adopted a neutral policy towards the Japanese invasion of China on the one hand, and wanted to use China to contain Japan to protect their interests in Southeast Asia on the other hand. At the same time, they wanted to allow the Military Intelligence Bureau to obtain military intelligence on Japan, especially the special technology of the Military Intelligence Bureau to decipher the Japanese military's telecommunications code. This ugly face of wanting both is more shameless than a prostitute setting up a chastity arch.

The two sides began to negotiate the establishment of the "Sino-British Special Technical Cooperation Institute" at the beginning of last year, but the two sides were at odds and progress was not great. The British proposed to train armed spies for the Military Control Commission, supply weapons, ammunition and blasting equipment in exchange for anti-Japanese code-breaking technology. Boss Dai was eager to enrich the equipment and expand the armed forces of the spies, but he could not really give up the anti-Japanese code-breaking technology he had studied for many years. He only agreed to provide the Japanese army, navy and air force with military intelligence on the Chinese coast, with a focus on intelligence on the Japanese air force.

"What time does the party start?"

"It should be soon, right?" He Zhiyuan glanced at his watch, then asked in surprise, "I don't think you are someone who is interested in foreigners."

Zhang Yi smiled and said, "I'm not interested in foreigners, but it's good to exchange ideas with colleagues and broaden my horizons."

"The British are arrogant." He Zhiyuan shook his head. "The bureau sent Chen Yibai, Wang Huimin and more than 20 others to form the Xiangjiang Air Detection Team to assist the British in their anti-Japanese intelligence work, but the British only sent an army captain to be in charge of the connection. Humph, I think these foreign devils will pay the price for their arrogance one day. The Japanese devils will not talk to them like gentlemen. Okay, let's go back."

Zhang Yi smiled and nodded. Director He's words hit the nail on the head.

On the other side, in the chairman's residence, the banquet hall was brightly lit and filled with relaxing music. Polite waiters were carrying trays filled with fruits and wine, and they were moving among the officers and their ladies.

Dai Chunfeng was wearing a major general's uniform and had a stern look on his face. At this moment, he was checking the security of the banquet with a few people.

At this time, he caught a glimpse of twenty or thirty well-dressed people gathered in the courtyard in front of him. There were Chinese and foreigners, who were talking excitedly. He couldn't help but wonder:
"What do these people do?"

Mao Qiwu, who was standing beside him, followed his line of sight and said, "They are from the band of the Lizhi Society's music department. The ones next to them are from the British Embassy's band."

The so-called Inspirational Society was founded in 29. It was an organization set up by Chang in imitation of the "Kaixing Society" in the Japanese army. It aimed to cultivate "model soldiers" loyal to itself. At the beginning of its establishment, the society was located in the Central Military School on Huangpu Road in Jinling, and its main members were Huangpu students.

In addition to its influence in the army, the society also frequently held singing and dancing parties, literary salons, and speech competitions, which were very attractive to young soldiers. Especially under the leadership of Mrs. Song, the society's influence expanded rapidly and became one of the largest organizations in the Kuomintang army.

The music department under the society had its own band, which had been well-known during the Jinling period. The Presidential Palace basically hired them to perform at banquets.

"Oh." Dai Chunfeng nodded, thought for a moment and said, "The safety of the chairman is above all else. Whether it's our band or a foreign band, the identities of the performers must be verified one by one, and nothing they carry with them should be left out."

"Yes, I'll notify the security team in the attendant's room right away." Mao Qiwu agreed and turned to leave, but Dai Chunfeng stopped him again and whispered something to him.

"I don't trust Wang Shihe's people. You should personally take the people from the Special Agent Corps to keep an eye on them."

"Yes."

The sky gradually darkened, in the Judicial Department, interrogation room.

With a splash, a basin of cold water was poured over her, and Yang Meijuan, who was hanging on the interrogation rack, slowly woke up in a burst of severe pain.

At this moment, her entire body was covered with whip marks and branding iron marks, her flesh and blood were blurred, and half of the nails on her hands had been pulled out.

If they didn't want to keep her alive for questioning, the plainclothes interrogators would have been even more brutal.

In the observation room outside the interrogation room, Zhang Yi and He Zhiyuan sat at a table, staring at Yang Meijuan's movements on the other side of the coated glass while analyzing the information collected from the residences of Kitagawa Ichiro and others.

"It's a pity that both Nanzō Yunko and Kitagawa Ichiro are dead, and the captured Japanese colonel Matsuda is also silent. Now we have no idea what their ultimate plan is.
"Through the recordings from Kitagawa Ichiro, we can conclude that the plan carried out by Kitagawa and others was only a supplement to the final plan. The specific details are probably known only to Nanzō Yunko and Yang Meijuan. Colonel Matsuda may know something. If they don't confess, this matter will be stuck here."

On the other side of the table, Zhang Yi listened to He Zhiyuan's analysis, tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and said coldly:

"Three people, one play, how the game is written, now only she knows it."

After thinking for a while, he called Monkey, Qian Xiaosan and several key members of the Operations Department in. "As you can see, this so-called Yang Meijuan is fearless. We won't interrogate her until we have the leverage to break through her psychological defenses. This person is fearless, and I always feel that there is something wrong."

"What's the matter?" asked a plainclothes officer.

"I do not know either."

"intuition?"

"That's right." Zhang Yi nodded. Seeing that they were all confused, he was about to explain a few words when a plainclothes officer came in with some information and put it on the table:
"These are the social relationships of Principal Zhou Matsuda that we have collected. They are all here."

Seeing this, Zhang Yi changed the subject and looked at the pile of information and asked, "How long has it been since this man was lurking in the mountain city and was arrested today?"

A plainclothes officer replied: "More than three years, almost four years."

"Four years, how do you evaluate this person?"

He Zhiyuan flipped through the information and smiled playfully: "Good at disguise, self-disciplined, and cautious."

A plainclothes officer said: "When the teachers at the school heard that he was a Japanese spy, they all thought it was incredible and spoke highly of him."

The monkey added: "This person runs every day to exercise. He cherishes his life very much."

"So you're afraid of death?" Qian Xiaosan sneered when he heard that.

Following what everyone said, Zhang Yi continued, "This person doesn't drink, smoke, or even drink coffee. Apart from making tea, he doesn't have any addictive habits.

He took a walk every day for exercise, never played cards, gambled or visited brothels. He was such an extremely self-disciplined and self-restrained person. If you didn't know his background, just looking at this person, you would think he was actually a leader, a breath of fresh air among the spies. But when he was shot and arrested, why didn't he choose to commit suicide like his subordinate Ichiro Kitagawa?
Whether he is old and afraid of death, or has some unfulfilled wish, it is worth our focus. "

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. While they were still digesting this new idea, Zhang Yi had already made a quick decision:

"Bring him to the interrogation room and let him see the bodies of Nanzō Yunko and Kitagawa Ichirō first."

According to Zhang Yi's plan, "Yang Meijuan" was not interrogated, but Matsuda was brought up first.

Matsuda's face was sallow, and he looked nonchalant. "Since I've fallen into your hands, you can kill me or chop me up as you wish. Anyway, I know nothing, and I can't make up a story even if I'm asked to."

"Do we need to make up the stories about Yunko Nanzō and Ichiro Kitagawa?" Zhang Yi asked.

"They are all dead. It wasn't me who did it. What can I say?"

Zhang Yi immediately followed up with a question: "Who asked Nanzō Yunko to make the contact? What is their final plan?"

"Just ask her."

"Oh." Zhang Yi knew that the old man was playing tricks. He slowly got up from the chair, walked to Matsuda, pinched his chin without saying a word, and silently observed his teeth. Matsuda stared at him, not knowing what was going on, and then heard Zhang Yi say:
"You are probably over sixty years old, right?"

This made Matsuda extremely angry, not because Zhang Yi guessed his age correctly, but because this attitude was clearly an insult.

He knew that in the livestock market, dentists would determine the age of animals by observing the growth and replacement patterns of their teeth or the degree of wear of their teeth, treating themselves as animals. He snorted coldly, stiffened his neck and said nothing.

"Did I say something wrong? You Japanese are either beasts or animals?" Zhang Yi sneered and continued, "Colonel, haha, your rank is not low, and you have enough experience."

Matsuda looked at him without saying anything, but his expression was somewhat smug.

Zhang Yi continued, "Getting old has its advantages and disadvantages. I think Mr. Matsuda should have children and grandchildren, right? If we spread the news that you betrayed Nanzō Yunko and Kitagawa Ichiro, I wonder how your colleagues will deal with your offspring? Sending men to the front lines and women to be comfort women? How pitiful and sad!"

Hearing him say this, Matsuda's expression became more and more ugly.

"Of course, Mr. Matsuda doesn't need to care about their lives." Zhang Yi paused, then continued, "However, as the saying goes, the lower class cares about face, the middle class cares about interests, and the upper class cares most about reputation, or historical evaluation. If, I mean if, even if Mr. Matsuda's children and grandchildren can survive on the battlefield, but they learn that their ancestor is a traitor, not only them, but even the Matsuda family will live in humiliation for generations."

"Baka!" The muscles on Matsuda's face couldn't help but tremble. He stared at Zhang Yi angrily and said in a hoarse voice: "You are too despicable and shameless."

"I don't think so." Zhang Yi smiled and shrugged. "In my opinion, as long as it can deal with you Japanese, no matter how despicable and shameless the means are, it doesn't matter."

Matsuda stared at him, his eyes full of worry and anger.

Zhang Yi looked at his watch and called Monkey over: "Spread the news outside, whether it is openly or secretly, let the people in the Special High Section and the Ume Agency know that Matsuda, whom they entrusted with an important task, has become a traitor."

After saying this, he turned around and looked at Matsuda with contempt: "You should have seen those military dogs outside. They have made contributions today, but they haven't had time to have a full meal yet. I wonder how Matsuda feels--"

He looked at Matsuda coldly: "You choose whether to be torn apart and eaten by military dogs and die in disgrace, or to live the rest of your life in prison and have your family safe.

Matsuda's face turned pale, and his eyes softened as he looked at Zhang Yi. At this point, saying a few more words would be good for both him and his family:

"I only know that there was another person who came to the mountain city with Uchiyama Miyuko. Her name was Wu Bing and she was a disciple of Kawashima Yoshiko. I don't know what she looked like or where she went."

"Uchiyama Misuko? What is her relationship with Uchiyama Michiko?" Hearing this name, Zhang Yi immediately thought of someone.

"Twins, but unlike Uchiyama Michiko, she rarely shows up in public, so few people know of her existence. However, their abilities are equally great."

"So, it was this Uchiyama Misuko who sneaked into the presidential palace and stole confidential documents?"

"It should be her. The others don't have such good lock picking and makeup skills."

Zhang Yi and He Zhiyuan looked at each other and suddenly realized that more and more details were gradually unveiling the mysterious plan.

After leaving the interrogation room, Zhang Yi prepared to conduct the first interrogation of Uchiyama Miyuko.

(End of this chapter)