My spy diary

Chapter 491 You're welcome (asking for monthly ticket)
After leaving the interrogation room, Zhang Yi prepared to conduct the first interrogation of Uchiyama Miyuko.

At this moment, Uchiyama Miyuko's skin was torn and she was dying from the torture. She leaned on the chair in the interrogation room with her eyes downcast. There was no expression on her ugly face. No one knew what she was thinking.

"Deputy, this woman is really a stickler for words. She has fainted twice and won't utter a word."

Zhang Yi smiled and waved to the pre-trial officer: "Come on, let someone familiar ask the question."

The pre-trial examiner gave his seat to him and sat on the other side.

Zhang Yi looked at her and asked, "Would you like some water?"

When she heard the word "acquaintance", Uchiyama Miyuko's eyes moved, and then returned to her previous state, ignoring Zhang Yi's questions.

Zhang Yi poured himself a cup of tea and started chatting like he was chatting with his family: "The first time I saw you, I felt that you were not simple. How should I put it? You don't look like someone who wields swords and guns. Do you know why?"

Uchiyama Miyuko glanced up at him and did not answer.

Zhang Yi did not answer his own question, but changed the subject and said, "But I really did not expect that you and Nanzō Yunko were on the same side. You should know what happened to her, right?"

Uchiyama Miyuko remained silent.

Zhang Yi smiled and said, "Here, sometimes silence is really useful, but sometimes it will expose your true identity. You are very smart, but sometimes you go too far and end up being too clever for your own good. Do you admit it?"

"Sometimes." Uchiyama Miyuko was silent for a while, her dry lips moved, and she said with a sneer.

Until this moment she didn't know how she was exposed. She thought about it for a long time and felt that the problem should be with Nanzō Yūko. Either she leaked her whereabouts, or she was secretly targeted when she was in contact with the Special High Police.

"This bitch, even though she was arrested once, still dared to walk around in the streets. She deserved her own death this time."

Thinking of Nanzō Yunko, she couldn't help but think of another person.

"I don't know what the plan is going on. She should have started to act, right?"

Although she was covered with a black cloth since she was arrested, she had been silently calculating the time in her heart until she fainted twice. At this moment, she didn't know what time it was.

Thinking of this, she suddenly asked, "Do you have cigarettes?"

Zhang Yi was surprised and cautious when faced with the first sentence that Uchiyama Misuko took the initiative to say. What was she going to do when a non-smoker suddenly asked her for a cigarette? Was she trying to relieve her boredom or was she trying to cover up something?

Zhang Yi suppressed his surprise, took out a cigarette and put it on the table, then winked at the interrogator.

As the latter picked up the cigarette, the handcuffed Uchiyama Miyuko slowly raised her hand and stretched out her hand to make a gesture of holding a cigarette.

The interrogator lit it for her, and she took a sip, choking and coughing.

Then she stretched out her hand to fan the smoke and tried to turn her face away, as if she was afraid of being choked by the remaining smoke.

Seeing this, the interrogator showed a look of sneer on his face.

"What does it feel like?" Zhang Yi asked with a smile, but he did not dare to be careless at all. He also lit a cigarette, and while smoking, he stared at Uchiyama Misuko's every move.

"It's not fun to smoke at all." Although she said that, she squinted her eyes and took a few more deep puffs.

Zhang Yi watched coldly and saw Uchiyama Miyuko trying to turn her head away. She was not looking at the ferocious plainclothes men who had just tortured her, but her eyes passed them and looked at the window of the interrogation room with iron bars welded on it.

A ray of pale moonlight shone through the palm-sized window.

She stared at the window for a while, then puffed out a cigarette, let out a long breath, threw away the cigarette butt, and leaned back in the interrogation chair without moving.

Zhang Yi seemed to be thinking about something. He guessed that Uchiyama Miyuko must be trying to estimate the approximate time based on the angle of the moon in the sky.

So why is she so concerned about time?

Are they going to do anything tonight?
In an instant, Zhang Yi thought of Wu Bing, the apprentice of Yoshiko Kawashima whom Matsuda confessed to, and had a bad feeling.

He thought so in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He glanced at the other person, pretending to see through him, and said with a smile:

"Homesick? Haha, the great poet Du Fu wrote a poem called "Remembering My Brothers on a Moonlit Night". The sentry drums stop people from walking, and a wild goose cries in the autumn at the border. The dew starts to turn white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. My brothers are all scattered, and I have no home to ask about their life and death. The letters I sent have not arrived yet, and the war has not yet ended."

Uchiyama Miyuko glanced at him and remained silent.

Zhang Yi still said in a relaxed tone: "Why hide it? Isn't it normal to miss home? As long as you tell me what you know and what you want, we can consider it."

Uchiyama Miyuko smiled disdainfully, then lazily changed her sitting position, as if she was tired of listening, and closed her eyes.

Recording equipment and pre-trial investigators faithfully recorded the struggle in the interrogation room.

Seeing the other party's fearless look, Zhang Yi knew that he could not get anything out of him in a short time, so he drank up the water in the cup, put the cup heavily on the table, pretended to be angry, and waved his hand at the thugs who were staring at him:

"You are right. This woman is indeed a hard-line person. Keep torturing her. Use sitting on ice, giving birth, leech baths, and rope torture on her."

When these frightening words came out, Uchiyama Miyuko couldn't help but shiver all over, but soon, she sneered disdainfully, as if she was fully prepared.

Zhang Yi also sneered and turned to leave the interrogation room.

He Zhiyuan came forward and asked in confusion: "Why didn't you expose her true identity? At least you could have scared the crap out of her."

"It's not the right time yet." Zhang Yi shook his head. "This woman is fearless and must be hiding a secret in her heart. She is very concerned about time and was secretly observing the moon just now."

"Time?" He Zhiyuan was confused.

"good."

He Zhiyuan thought for a moment and said, "Who does she have an appointment with?"

Zhang Yi continued, "I guess so. Don't forget that there is a female spy named Wu Bing out there. Her whereabouts are also unknown."

"She is also carrying out a plan?" He Zhiyuan guessed.

"I think there is only one possibility." Zhang Yi looked at He Zhiyuan, "If this female spy really wants to implement a plan, the banquet held at the Presidential Palace tonight is the best opportunity to do it."

"This..." He Zhiyuan was stunned by his bold reasoning and hypothesis.

Zhang Yi had not yet finished his analysis, and continued, "Think about it. In addition to the chairman and his wife, there are also foreign ministers, senior party and government officials, military and political leaders, reporters, and actors attending the banquet tonight. If a killer is among them, it will be a bomb."

Hearing this, He Zhiyuan's expression immediately became serious: "I will report to the director immediately."

Then he seemed to have thought of something and said, "Were you acting just now?"

"Not bad, it depends on who has better acting skills."

"Okay, let's split up and work." After saying this, He Zhiyuan turned and left.

On the other side, outside the banquet hall of the Presidential Palace, the audience had not yet entered, but there was already a long line at the door.

According to the order of Dai Chunfeng, deputy director of the Military Intelligence Bureau, everyone entering the banquet hall, whether they were staff members of the Presidential Palace, actors, or waiters, had to hold their ID cards and undergo strict inspection.

With such a big fanfare, although everyone had complaints, no one dared to vent them, because in addition to the armed military police, there were also some strange men in Zhongshan suits wandering around, who would suddenly grab someone in the team and interrogate them carefully from time to time. Some well-informed people knew that these people came from the notorious Military Control Commission. If they said a word, they would be taken away by them and there would be no return.

At the front of the team stood a dozen actors in bright clothes holding musical instruments. Among them was a graceful lady in a moon-colored cheongsam, holding a violin, and following the team at a leisurely pace.

When it was her turn, two secret agents asked her to hand over her instrument and raise her arms. She didn't need to say anything, as a male actor in a suit and holding a flute stopped them:

"What? Can't you see this is a lady?"

The two agents stared at the woman, who didn't say anything but looked at them coldly. The agents had no choice but to look at Mao Qiwu who was not far away.

Mao Qiwu came over and looked at this cold and beautiful face. He was stunned for a moment before returning to normal and asking in a friendly manner, "Miss, what happened?"

The woman frowned slightly, and said in a soft voice, with the gentleness unique to Jiangnan girls: "Can we have a female examiner?"

"okay."

Mao Qiwu immediately waved over a female spy, carefully touched her waist and collar to confirm that she was not carrying anything that should not be there, and then checked the violin.

The woman looked at the unremarkable middle-aged spy, frowned and said, "Be careful, don't break it."

After saying this, she pursed her lips again: "Forget it, you guys check it out."

Mao Qiwu seemed to be afraid that she might misunderstand something, so he quickly waved his hand and said, "It's obvious at a glance. What's there to check?"

As he said this, he immediately handed over the violin and glanced at the woman's ID.

"Su Yanqiu? Hmm, what a good name." Mao Qiwu pondered and asked with a smile:
"Miss Su is from Jiangsu and Zhejiang?"

"Yes." Su Yanqiu continued to move forward, but suddenly stopped, turned around, and smiled at him, "Hey, thank you."

Mao Qiwu was stunned again. He didn't even know when she left. His mind was blank, but his heart was calm. He stood there in a daze for a moment before he came to his senses. He hadn't felt this way for a long time. The last time was when he was on a mission in Chang'an and he saw Xiang Xinying's graceful figure in the crowd for the first time.

"New buds on an old tree?" When Mao Qiwu looked back, he saw Su Yanqiu had already walked into the banquet hall. He sighed absentmindedly.

At this time, Mao Qiwu didn't know that this gentle and beautiful girl almost took his life.

trial room.

"Plop" a basin of cold water was poured down, and Uchiyama Miyuko woke up faintly, finding herself lying on the cold and wet ground, with severe pain all over her body surging to her head like a tide.

At this moment, she heard the iron door being opened, and the crisp sound of leather shoes walking on stone slabs. Uchiyama Misuko tried her best to raise her head, but she still couldn't see the face of the person who came. The blood blurred her eyes, and the dim light in the interrogation room only allowed her to see a tall shadow.

"How is it? Is she willing to recruit?"

"Reporting to the director, in four hours, she fainted twice, and she defecated all over the floor, but she still refused to confess. In my humble opinion, this kind of person should be directly fed to the dogs."

"Forget it, let's interrogate him one last time. If he still doesn't confess, I'll do as you say."

Hearing this, Uchiyama Miyuko's body began to tremble violently. She knew that there was a torture called "dog racing" in Unit 76 of the Ume Agency. The torture of being torn to pieces alive by military dogs was more terrifying than death.

She tried her best to move, but she was too weak to do anything and could only watch as the body that did not seem to belong to her was dragged away like a dog.

This was a brand new interrogation room, or inquiry room. Uchiyama Miyuko tried hard to keep her eyelids open and looked around. The snow-white walls stimulated her eyes. After a long time, her chaotic mind began to slowly piece together what had happened.

Thinking of what the plainclothes officer had just said, she couldn't help but wonder, "I was unconscious for four hours?"

Thinking of this, she stole a glance at the wall clock and couldn't help wondering. It was already 10 o'clock in the evening and the banquet should be over. Wu Bing should have taken action long ago, so why were these people still so calm? Did the mission fail?

She was frowning and racking her brains when she saw the door of the inquiry room open and Zhang Yi walked in.

"Last chance, take it or leave it."

boom---
Before he could finish his words, a faint explosion was heard in the distance, followed by continuous gunfire, the sound of which was particularly crisp.

Zhang Yi was so shocked that he stood there in a daze: "Where was the explosion? Where was the gunfire?"

Several plainclothes officers looked at each other and said, "I don't know."

"You useless idiot, what are you doing standing there? Why don't you call and ask?"

"Yes." Several plainclothes officers ran away in panic.

After a while, a plainclothes officer came in with a sad face, as panicked as a dog that has lost its home: "Director, something has happened, something big has happened!"

"What happened? Get to the point."

"Woo woo woo, there was an explosion in the Presidential Palace, Chairman"

"Chairman, what's wrong? Speak!" Zhang Yi rushed forward, grabbed the collar of the plainclothes man and shouted loudly.

The plainclothes officer was in agony: "Chairman, the chairman is seriously injured and has been rushed to the hospital."

"How could this happen? Why did this happen?" Zhang Yi was completely stunned. After a while, he yelled angrily. Then, as if he realized something, he rushed over and grabbed Uchiyama Miyuko's throat, shouting, "Tell me, who did it?"

Miyuko Uchiyama had her throat pinched and was unable to speak. She looked at Zhang Yi's red eyes and undisguised fatigue, and a strange smile appeared on her face.

"Will you tell me or not?" With a bang, Zhang Yi kicked Uchiyama Miyuko and the chair to the ground.

"Hahahaha!" Uchiyama Miyuko fell heavily to the ground, but she didn't feel any pain at all. She used all her strength to support her body strangely and laughed hysterically. The laughter was a suppressed and hoarse sound at first, and after a while, it suddenly exploded into a sharp and piercing sound.

She smiled strangely, and her face, which was originally as pale as paper, turned a strange bright red because of excitement.

"Stupid Chinese, this is called repairing the plank road in the open while marching secretly through Chencang. Hahahaha, to tell you the truth, this is the masterpiece of Wu Bing, the most outstanding female agent of our Great Japanese Empire."

"Impossible, the presidential palace is heavily guarded, not even a fly can fly in, this Wu Bing..."

"Nothing is impossible. Miss Wu Bing is also proficient in makeup. Hahaha."

"Even so, she couldn't have brought a bomb in. Are you a plainclothes officer of the Military Control Commission just for fun?"

"You Chinese are ignorant and will never learn that intelligence should be mixed in with the most ordinary things."

"What do you mean?"

"I may as well tell you now that the bomb was brought in brazenly inside a violin."

"I see!" Zhang Yi smiled and looked at her: "Thank you Uchiyama Misuko for being honest."

Uchiyama Miyuko was stunned, her mouth half open, looking at Zhang Yi in disbelief.

Zhang Yi took his time, glanced at his watch, and said, imitating her tone: "It's okay to tell you now. It's 8:15 now. You're welcome!"

After saying that, he turned and left, and Uchiyama Misuko's hysterical roar was heard behind him.

(End of this chapter)