My spy diary

Chapter 508 Doubt (asking for monthly ticket)
(Learning without thinking is useless, thinking without learning is dangerous. I have been sick for a few days and my hands are numb.)
"Director Mao, do you want to go home?"

The night was hazy. Mao Qiwu was sitting in the car on the way back, staring at the moon outside the window in a trance. When he heard his secretary's question, he asked:
"What time is it?"

"A quarter past five."

"Forget it, let's just go back to the headquarters." He thought for a moment and said, it was almost dawn, there was no need to go back and forth.

"Yes. Go to the bureau headquarters." The secretary gave the order, and the driver immediately turned the steering wheel and accelerated towards the Luojiawan compound.

Ten minutes later, Mao Qiwu went up to the office building. Seeing the light on in the secretary's office, he turned around and walked over.

At this time, the door opened, and Mao Zhongxin, the nephew who served as the confidential secretary, walked out with a serious face. When he saw Mao Qiwu, he immediately came forward and said, "Uncle, I have something important to report."

"I've told you many times, it's about your position in the bureau." Mao Qiwu was furious when he saw his nephew. He was so young, but he didn't learn his lesson. He was addicted to alcohol and sex and often visited brothels. As a result, he accidentally contracted a sexually transmitted disease and had to go to the hospital every few days.

He reprimanded, then asked sullenly, "What's the matter?"

"With Zhang Yiyou." Before he could finish his words, Mao Qiwu stopped him. He looked around cautiously, pointed to the office and said, "Follow me."

After entering the office and closing the door, he said, "Go ahead."

Mao Zhongxin looked at him and said impatiently: "Mao, Director Mao, the spy from the inspection office just sent a message saying..."

"What?" Although the inspection office was handed over to Adjutant Jia, Mao Qiwu still secretly controlled a group of people, all of whom were spies from Jiangshan.

"It was said that there was some unusual movement in the detention center tonight. First, a few people went in to clean the place, and they never left. Then, a few hours ago, several sacks were suddenly dragged out of the prison and taken to an unknown place by a truck. Moreover, more than once, after the truck came back, it went out again, this time with more than 20 sacks."

"sack?"

"Yes, according to that person's secret observation, there should be people in the sacks. The whole operation seemed very strange. The guards who carried the sacks all wore masks and wrapped them tightly. The prison officers Zhang Wei and Zhang Yi who were on duty that night personally directed the escort."

"You mean, they transported the prisoners out of the prison by truck?" Mao Qiwu widened his eyes and his jaw almost dropped in shock.

"Yes. And they are Class A prisoners, all of them are wanted criminals of the Red Party." Mao Zhongxin looked at Mao Qiwu's expression and speculated, "Uncle, haven't you always suspected that Zhang Yi is a member of the Red Party? Do you think he will..."

At this moment, Mao Qiwu was stunned. He had never thought that such a thing would happen under his nose. What on earth was Zhang Yi doing? Where did he transport these prisoners? Was he executing them? Whatever he did, why didn't he report such a big thing in advance?

"Uncle?" Seeing Mao Qiwu's uncertain face, Mao Zhongxin asked again, "Uncle, what should we do now? This matter is too suspicious. Do you want me to take people to investigate? As long as we find evidence that he is red, I will make sure he will pay the price this time." When he said the last word, he had a smug smile on his face, just waiting for Mao Qi to give the order.

Mao Qiwu came back to his senses, glanced at him, and sneered twice: "Do you have any evidence?"

"This"

"Okay, I got it, get out."

"Yes." Mao Zhongxin wanted to persuade him a little more, but seeing Mao Qiwu's impatient look, he had to retreat in disappointment.

After Mao Zhongxin left, Mao Qiwu sat alone in the chair with a stern face, not saying a word.

The dim light of the green desk lamp shone on his face. Under the soft light, his face looked green and gloomy, and the atmosphere of the entire office became gloomy as well.

After being stunned for a while, he opened the drawer, took out a pen and paper, wrote the words "Red Party" and "Zhang Yi" on it, then stared at the words and fell into deep thought.

At the end of the corridor on the second floor of the Army Hospital is Ward 208.

There were two fully armed gendarmes and several plainclothes officers from the detention center guarding the door, and security was tight.

The person lying in the ward was Yang Zaixing who had just been rescued from the police interrogation room. After coming back from the brink of death, he had received injections, taken medicine, and taken various supplements, and he finally regained some strength and spirit.

Seeing him wake up, the two plainclothes officers surrounding the bed immediately called the doctor and offered a few flattering words.

"Director Yang, you're awake? That's great! It's said that good fortune comes naturally to those who survive a disaster. Good fortune will come to those who survive a disaster!"

"Yes, yes, good people have good luck. I knew Director Yang would be fine."

Hearing this, Yang Zaixing's face turned extremely ugly. These words sounded awkward no matter how he listened to them. They were nothing short of sarcasm. When he thought of the experience of being forced to drink urine in the interrogation room of the police station, he felt as if his breath was blocked in his heart. He felt extremely aggrieved, but unable to vent. He could only endure it and wait until he recovered before slowly taking revenge.

He glanced coldly at the two flattering subordinates. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the doctor push the door open. Through the door, he caught a glimpse of several plainclothes officers whispering together. Although he couldn't hear what they were saying, he subconsciously felt that these people were talking about him behind his back, so he struggled to sit up in anger:

"What are you talking about?"

The two men looked at each other in confusion and asked, "Director, should we let them in?"

"Let them get in."

The two men didn't know where Yang Zaixing got so angry from, so they agreed meekly and hurried out to call the person in.

As soon as they came in, Yang Zaixing asked them bluntly, "What are you talking about secretly? You are not happy that I am not dead, right?"

The spies had not expected him to speak so harshly and to question them so mercilessly. They looked embarrassed and exchanged glances. A small leader spoke up, "Deputy Director Yang misunderstood. We were talking about the detention center."

Yang Zaixing looked at him and asked, "What happened in the detention center?"

"It seems that a group of prisoners were executed last night. We also heard about it from others."

"Execute the prisoner?" Yang Zaixing was startled, and immediately reprimanded a confidant standing nearby: "Why didn't you report such an important matter to me?"

The confidant looked innocent. Yang Zaixing was suddenly taken away. They all felt like the sky had fallen. They had been busy getting information and had not paid much attention to the detention center. Besides, they were not on duty tonight, so they had no idea about the execution of the prisoner. They said hurriedly:

"I'm sorry, Director. I just heard about it too. Luo San, what's going on?"

Luo San: "I also heard from a brother who was on duty last night that they were carrying out Director Zhang's orders, and..."

"And what?"

"Also, there's news that an infectious disease has suddenly broken out in the detention center, and all the prisoners have been infected. Now everyone in the detention center is in a panic."

"Infectious disease?" Yang Zaixing felt his scalp tingling and asked hurriedly, "Is the news accurate?"

"I guess I'll have to ask Team Leader Zhang Wei and Director Zhang about this."

Yang Zaixing said rudely, "What you've been saying is just nonsense. Ask Zhang Wei to come see me right away. No, call and ask right away."

".yes."

The hazy morning light squeezed in through the gap in the curtains. Zhang Wei curled up on the sofa wrapped in a quilt, his eyes red, unable to hide his tiredness.

There was a mess in front of him, with medicine bottles and cigarette butts scattered all over the coffee table and the floor. When he came back last night, he started coughing, had a fever, and felt cold all over. At first, he thought he had caught a cold from being caught in the rain, but after taking a bunch of medicine and it didn't work, he became more and more scared, thinking to himself: "Damn it, what bad luck, I won't be infected, right?"

Thinking of what Zhang Yi had said, "high fever, accompanied by headache, fatigue, severe coughing, convulsions, foaming at the mouth, and even shock, and death within 24 hours," he felt a chill in his heart. He was terrified and couldn't sleep all night. In particular, he called Zhang Yi anxiously. After hearing Zhang Yi say weakly that he also had a fever and cough, he became even more frightened and hurriedly called a doctor for help. However, after consulting several people, the answers he got were the same: this "plague" was incurable and the only thing he could do was wait to die.

At this moment, Zhang Wei curled up on the sofa with a gloomy face, and took out another pack of cigarettes. Because of fear, the movement of sliding the lighter was a little stiff.

It took him a long time to light the fire. He took a deep breath, and the smell of tobacco permeated his mouth and trachea. His eyes looked even more sad in the smoke.

"Damn you Zhang Yi, why did you ask me to do this? What's the use of serving the party and the country, getting promoted and making money? Damn it, I'm going to die, what's the use of money!"

Zhang Wei was cursing in frustration when suddenly the phone rang.

He hesitated for a while, but finally picked up the phone. After a moment of silence, a voice came from the other end of the phone: "Team Leader Zhang?"

Zhang Wei asked impatiently: "Who are you?"

"Director Yang wants to speak to you."

"Which Director Yang?"

".Of course it's Director Yang."

Zhang Wei was stunned for a long time: "It's a pity for me that Director Yang is back."

"What a pity?" Yang Zaixing said sternly on the other end of the phone, "Zhang Wei, what did you do last night? Is it true that there is an infectious disease in the detention center? Where were the prisoners transferred to last night?"

Zhang Wei held the receiver farther away, sneered twice, and thought to himself, "Damn it! I've been subservient and obedient for so long, and now I'm dying, I'm still being scolded by you? You son of a bitch!" He cursed a few times, and when there was no sound on the other end of the line, he let out a long sigh and said calmly into the receiver, "What's the matter?"

Yang Zaixing on the other end of the phone was stunned, as if he couldn't believe that his subordinates, who used to be submissive, dared to speak to him like this. He took a few deep breaths and suppressed his anger: "Didn't you hear what I said?"

"Oh." Zhang Wei seemed nonchalant. After a pause, he recounted what happened last night in a disjointed manner.

Yang Zaixing listened for a long time without saying anything.

Zhang Wei: "Director Yang, is there anything else? No, I'm hanging up."

Yang Zaixing was very angry, and finally he could only ask in frustration: "Who hired those cleaners?"

"it's me."

"Were you involved in the entire process of burying the prisoner?"

"Yes." Zhang Wei became furious when he mentioned this. If he had not participated in the whole process, he would not have been infected, and he would not be stuck at home waiting to die.

Yang Zaixing still did not give up: "I still have a question, are you sure that all the prisoners are infected? Are you sure that they are all dead? They won't escape?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing. Just stick to the facts. This involves so many prisoners. I must ask clearly. How can there be such a coincidence? An infectious disease suddenly broke out just after a few cleaners went in. What if this is a conspiracy of the Red Party?"

"I don't know about that. Anyway, I just follow Director Zhang's orders."

"You and Zhang Yi were together the whole time?"

Zhang Wei hesitated for a moment and said, "We separated in the middle, but only for a short while."

"When?"

"Just, when we are escorting the second batch of prisoners, is there a problem with this?"

"Who else was with him at the time?"

"Fan Biao, Liu Zhong."

"Where are they?"

"They should be in the dormitory, right? Director Zhang told them to self-isolate and observe for a few days."

Hearing this, Yang Zaixing raised his eyebrows and hung up the phone thoughtfully. He pondered for a while and looked at his two trusted subordinates.

"What do you need us to do for you, Sir?"

"Digging up the grave." Yang Zaixing repeated his guess. "I always feel that this matter is suspicious. Everything is too coincidental. And I don't believe in coincidences. No matter whether he buried a person or a ghost, as long as he digs it out, the truth will be revealed."

"This"

"Is there any problem?" Yang Zaixing's tone was a little heavy.

"Well, Director, let's not talk about how insidious this is. The key is that it's contagious. I'm not afraid, but if something goes wrong and I infect you, then..."

"Did I let you guys dig it yourself?"

Yang Zaixing sneered, "A big reward will always bring brave men. There are many people in the city who don't have enough food to eat. Give them some money, I don't believe they won't do it. Humph, let alone digging graves, there are people willing to kill people. As for the infection, as long as you are sure that the people buried below are prisoners, your mission is completed, and then execute those people who did the work, and put an end to it. Humph, they are just a few coolies, and no one will say a word for them if they die. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" Although the two men had some doubts in their hearts, they did not care about the lives of the coolies as it was none of their business, so they immediately agreed to make the arrangements.

Looking at the backs of the two people leaving, Yang Zaixing had a gloomy face and thought to himself: "Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi, you'd better not let me catch you." Although he knew that the risk of this matter was not small, if a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. Only by getting Zhang Yi's handle can he overthrow him to the ground, regain his position as director in one fell swoop, and even rise to the position of director of the department.

Zhang Yi still knew nothing about this.

The dawn light gradually emerged. The fog was very heavy in the early morning. The Luojiawan compound looked a little gloomy today, and the entire office building was shrouded in a thick layer of fog.

In the building, Dai Chunfeng was sitting in his office, listening to Mao Qiwu's report with a serious expression and a frown on his face.

Mao Qiwu sat opposite him, his eyes bloodshot.

"Why was there no prior notice or report on the execution of the prisoners? Is there really an infectious disease in the detention center? Where is Zhang Yi now?"

"I have arranged for someone from the General Administration of Epidemic Prevention to check it out, and I expect there will be a report soon. As for Director Zhang, he is at home right now."

"At home?" Dai Chunfeng rubbed his eyebrows and was thinking about what to say when the phone beside him suddenly rang.

(End of this chapter)