My spy diary

Chapter 503 Plan (asking for monthly ticket)

"Director Zhang, this..." Seeing Yang Zaixing being taken away, several of his trusted subordinates looked at each other.

"Oh, don't be nervous. He's just being questioned. With Boss Dai here, no one dares to do anything to him."

"Yes, Director Zhang, you are right." Several people smiled flatteringly, but the smile was a little more complicated.

Zhang Yi stopped talking and stared at the three people for a long time, staring at them until they were a little scared. One of them was still frightened because Yang Zaixing was suddenly taken away. "Director Zhang, why are you here?"

"Do I need to report to you?"

When this man saw Zhang Yi looking at the mahjong table, he felt even more guilty: "No, no, that's not what I meant." As he spoke, he backed away to block the mahjong table.

Zhang Yi smiled playfully: "No need to hide it, I saw it just now. Playing mahjong during work hours, you guys are living a comfortable life."

"We just played with Director Yang for a while."

"Oh, it's all Director Yang's fault. Did I wrongly accuse you?"

"No, no, it was me who violated discipline! Director Zhang, I promise I won't do it again next time."

"Everyone else can go, but you stay. What's your name?" Zhang Yi winked at Monkey and Qian Xiaosan, asking them to take the other two away and leave the person who was talking alone.

The man immediately stood at attention and saluted: "I am Zhang Wei, your humble servant, honored to meet you, sir."

Zhang Wei responded humbly, as if he had thought of something. He hurriedly picked up the folder that was thrown under the mahjong table, and while brushing off the dust on it, he explained, "I am in charge of the serious offender area. I just inspected it before, and everything is normal."

Zhang Yi glanced at him, took the folder and flipped through it nonchalantly: "Now that you've entered the inspection room, do you still have a chance to explain?"

Zhang Wei was stunned: "Inspection room?"

"If the inspection office knows about this dereliction of duty, the result will probably not be very optimistic. What do you think?"

The other party was really scared now. Now Yang Zaixing couldn't save himself, but no one pleaded for him: "Director Zhang, I, I know I was wrong, please give me a chance!"

The folder did contain a list of people in the heavy criminal zone, most of whom were Red Party members. Zhang Yi pondered for a while and threw the folder to him:
"Are these people still behaving themselves? Take me to see them."

"Yes!" Zhang Wei hurriedly took the folder, and took out a bunch of keys from his waist. He looked at Zhang Yi almost flatteringly, "Director, please come this way."

Zhang Yi's anger seemed to have subsided a little, and he raised his chin towards the mahjong table beside him: "Why don't you put it away?"

"Yes Yes Yes."

Zhang Wei quickly moved the mahjong and the mahjong table into a utility room.

"It won't happen again."

"Yes! Yes! Thank you, Director Zhang!"

Zhang Yi glared at him again and said, "Lead the way."

The backyard of the detention center is a bungalow running east-west. There is a small door and an entrance on the left. After entering, there is a very short north-south vertical corridor. On the right side of the corridor is the registration room with a large window facing the corridor. The guard on duty can clearly see everyone who comes in. At the same time, this is the second checkpoint of the detention center, and there are also two armed guards standing guard at the door.

Entering from here, walking forward to the end, there is an east-west horizontal passage perpendicular to the corridor, one east and one west, leading to different prison areas respectively.

The east side is the serious criminal area. It is a downhill road. The light gets darker as you go down. At the end of the passage is an iron gate.

Zhang Wei went forward and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" A guard in charge of guarding came out, his eyes half drunk.

"The director is here, why don't you open the door?" Zhang Wei scolded, stole a glance at Zhang Yi's expression, pushed the guard, and said, "Hurry up, bring two more masks."

The guard was startled and quickly opened the door and handed over two dirty masks.

Zhang Yi waved his hand and walked in first.

The passage was dark and damp, and one could hear the sound of dripping water and rats rustling along the way.

He subconsciously covered his nose and coughed twice. The smell here was really disgusting.

Zhang Wei covered his face with his mask and said carefully, "Director, this is how it is here. The prisoners eat, drink, defecate and urinate in here. How can it not stink? But who can be blamed for this? Who made them oppose the government? They are all diehards. If they had confessed, they would have been out and enjoying life. Hey, this is hell on earth. Don't even think about getting out once you're in here. The sooner you die, the sooner you'll be free."

Zhang Yi glanced at him without saying anything, took a deep breath, and forced himself to walk on calmly.

Finally, he followed Zhang Wei to a row of doorways, each of which was blocked by an iron gate.

"Open!" Zhang Yi pointed to one of the doors. Zhang Wei carefully used the key to open the iron door. There was another iron railing door inside.

In the dirty and narrow doorway, there were a few bundles of rotten straw that had become moldy and colorless. These were the beds.

There is a wooden barrel in the corner, which is used to hold excrement.

Several skinny figures in dirty prison uniforms were crowded inside. They all had sallow faces, prominent cheekbones, and their bodies were covered in scars and blood.

Although Zhang Yi had tried his best to prepare himself mentally, he still felt complicated and sad when he saw this scene. After watching for a while, he turned around and walked out without saying a word.

"Deputy, you don't want to watch it anymore?"

Zhang Yi snorted: "What's so good about it?" As he said that, he took out a few bills from his pocket and handed them over.

".This is?"

"Hire a few people to clean up the prison area, and also give them a good meal."

Zhang Wei didn't understand: "Deputy, it's not necessary, right? Why bother being polite to these diehards? The nicer you are to them, the more they will get ahead of you."

"You're welcome?" Zhang Yi said meaningfully, "You're welcome, but that's conditional. I'm not sending you an official who's starving. Do as I say, and you'll have good food and drink. They can't eat many meals."

It turned out to be the last meal before execution. Zhang Wei suddenly realized: "I see."

"Also, the detention center needs to be cleaned thoroughly. The director said that someone infected with an infectious disease has sneaked into the mountain city recently, so we need to be on guard. If we find anyone suspicious, we need to eliminate them immediately. The detention center should also pay attention. If any prisoners have any abnormal symptoms, we need to report it in time."

There were no vaccines or special medicines in those days, sanitary conditions were poor, and air defense was limited, so people infected with infectious diseases could only wait to die. The government's treatment method was also simple and crude: they would capture people, put them in sacks, sprinkle them with lime powder, and bury or burn them in the wilderness.

“Yes.” Hearing about the infectious disease, Zhang Wei also became nervous and asked anxiously, “Director, what are the symptoms of this disease?” “High fever, accompanied by headache, fatigue, severe coughing, convulsions, foaming at the mouth, and shock, and death within 24 hours.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei couldn't help but shudder.

In the dark and quiet room, a beam of white light "popped" onto Yang Zaixing's face. The light was dazzling. Someone in the shadows was pulling a desk lamp and shining the light on him.

He subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands and squinted, adapting to the environment and light here.

Even though he was a reckless man and had always been fearless thanks to his connections with the Military Control Commission, he did not expect this would be the result. It seemed that Mr. Kong had intervened directly.

Once he gets involved, he, the deputy director, will be talking nonsense.

"Deputy Director Yang, we are all family, so let's not beat around the bush." ​​A fat man sitting opposite spoke up.

"Let me introduce the current situation to you. We have your fingerprints and a letter written to you by the suspect Gao Xiaobao. We also seized the gold dollars lost by the Kong family from your home. In addition, we have eyewitnesses and the evidence is conclusive. Tell me about it, tell me everything you have done." Next to the fat man was a thin man, who was gentle, fair-skinned and not very old.

Each person's words caused Yang Zaixing to look around. How could he have become an unforgivable suspect in the blink of an eye?

If you want to add guilt, why bother?

If he were to ask himself, Yang Zaixing had done many bad things, but this one was definitely not done by him, so he didn't feel guilty at all. He sneered, "Eyewitness? What did he see?"

"To be precise, it was a rickshaw driver who was working near your home that night. A few minutes after 1 a.m., that is, after you made the call, you took his rickshaw to Kong San's home. You can't deny this, right?"

Yang Zaixing blinked his eyes and said, "You sound so serious. It must have cost you a lot, right?"

Nowadays, there is a popular saying in Shancheng: "The president can't do it, but the prime minister can."

It means that money can do what the Guo Party president Chang cannot do. Because the Guo Party's bills have the head of "Sun", people also call the legal currency "the Prime Minister".

This saying means that money can make the devil climb trees, and is a satire on the other party fabricating false evidence.

"How dare you! Don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit." The pretty boy choked and slammed the table. "Do you want to tell me now, or do you want to tell me after I torture you? For a serious illness, strong medicine is needed. Everyone will understand that a diehard like you should be tortured. What do you think?"

"Torture? If you dare, try it." Yang Zaixing frowned, "Be careful, Boss Dai will find out and skin you alive."

"He looks strong but he is weak!" the fat man shouted, "He is your ancestor, but he can't scare us. Someone come here."

As soon as he finished speaking, two fierce-looking men came up and punched Yang Zaixing several times. They didn't hit him in the face, but in the stomach, which made Yang Zaixing's stomach churn.

Before he could catch his breath, two thugs pushed him into a wooden barrel full of cold water.

"Puff--" Yang Zaixing struggled desperately underwater, but his arms were held down and his calves were stepped on. He soon lost his strength, and gradually, his consciousness began to fade.

Suddenly, he heard the door of the interrogation room open, and then a voice came from his ear: "What are you doing? Who told you to torture me? Hurry--"

Yang Zaixing was grabbed by a hand and lifted out of the water. The water flowing down his hair blurred his vision.

In his sight, he saw that the person coming was Li Shizhen.

Li Shizhen signaled the thugs to help Yang Zaixing up. He sat down and looked at him, saying patiently:

"Old Yang, this is just an appetizer. I won't make it difficult for you. First, tell me where you went and what you did that night." After a pause, he reminded, "I remember you lied once at the reception desk of your Shulu. I don't want it to happen a second time."

Yang Zaixing was silent, his face was pale, and he seemed to have not recovered yet. However, he knew in his heart that once the torture was carried out, the matter would probably be difficult to deal with, especially since he had lied in Shulu.

You may think it is just a simple lie, but once it is recorded, it will often become a bargaining chip or evidence against you in the eyes of the interrogator.

He had been the director for several years and had interrogated so many prisoners that he couldn't count them on one hand. He was very familiar with such tactics.

From ancient times to the present, everyone has been using the Qin law - "Whenever you interrogate someone, you must first listen to what he says and then write it down. Once you have written it down, even if you know he is lying, you do not need to question him. You can only question him again with the interrogator."

To put it bluntly, I am asking you questions based on your own words.

Moreover, it was clear that one of these people was playing the good cop and the other was playing the bad cop. He laughed sarcastically: "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything, what can I say?"

"Deputy Director Yang, it's futile to deny it until your death. You are a smart man, but as a deputy director, can you handle such a big thing? Not to mention the burglary and collusion with the Red Party, you can be dismissed for taking bribes and have to spend several years in prison." Li Shizhen spoke again.

Yang Zaixing was shocked and pretended to be confused: "I haven't done anything you said. What do you want me to say?"

"Of course he's the mastermind behind this." The fat man reminded.

"Who?" Yang Zaixing looked confused.

"This." The pretty boy obviously had it planned. He looked around and said in a very obscure tone, "You are the deputy director. Who else can make you obey orders?"

Yang Zaixing understood that this was to let him "interrogate" Director Dai. He thought about it, his eyes turned and he said:
"Isn't this obviously a false accusation? Not to mention that I didn't do this at all, even if I did it, it's one person's fault. How can it be said that someone else instructed me to do it?

Besides, even if I am a bastard, shameless, and I do what you say, can you guarantee my safety? I am afraid that the person behind you will not dare to guarantee it. In this case, why should I do this?"

The pretty boy twitched his face unhappily. Since he couldn't negotiate terms, he could only continue the torture. He glanced at Li Shizhen, and seeing that Li Shizhen didn't make any comment, he immediately slammed the table in frustration:

"Keep torturing him. I don't believe he won't confess."

Boom—Yang Zaixing was pushed into the water again.

In the evening, after get off work, Zhang Yi met Zheng Huhe at home.

Zheng Huhe was summoned by Zhang Yi's emergency call. As soon as he came in and closed the door, he asked, "What happened?"

"It's okay. I went to the detention center today and met a few of our imprisoned comrades. Next, the detention center will be cleaned up, and they should be looking for people from outside. You should find a way to get our people in."

Zheng Huhe was stunned: "How are their health?"

"It's terrible, but we don't have the time or conditions to treat them now. I can only use the excuse of the last meal before execution to let them have a good meal and regain some strength."

"What do you need me to do?"

Zhang Yi thought for a moment and said, "I already have a draft of the rescue plan, but I need the organization to send someone to contact them first."

"Okay, you make the plan and I'll ask for instructions and arrangements."

(End of this chapter)