My spy diary

Chapter 516 Interrogation
"Director Zhang, can we start now?"

After Wang Xuedong left, He Shangyou came back to his senses, looked at Zhang Yi and asked with dissatisfaction.

"Where were we talking just now?" Zhang Yi looked up at him. He Shangyou's mouth twitched and he turned away awkwardly. Zhang Yi looked at the interrogator again.

Seeing the two big guys fighting, the pre-trial officer was afraid that "the fire in the city gate would affect the fish in the pond", so he kept his head down and scribbled something on the paper. When he heard Zhang Yi's question, he was stunned for a moment before reacting: ". Did you say the name?"

"Yes, that's a good name!" Zhang Yi smiled, then looked at Shopkeeper Yang, "Mr. Yang, you have a good name, Wen Zhong, but I don't know if you are loyal to the National Government or to them?"

Shopkeeper Yang was stunned for a moment, then asked in confusion: "Who are they?"

"Haha, don't play dumb. Why did you help that reporter escape? Because you were a good person doing good things? Not at all. In fact, it's because you were working for the Red Party. In other words, you yourself are a member of the Red Party."

"Do you have any evidence? How can I admit to something I didn't do?" Shopkeeper Yang looked disappointed.

Not only Zhang Yi saw it, but He Shangyou and the pre-trial officer also understood that Yang Wenzhong's disappointment was actually a contempt, a contempt for Zhang Yi's interrogation skills.

He Shangyou curled his lips. He now doubted how Zhang Yi got this position. Not to mention him, even a random pre-trial officer in the Intelligence Department would ask questions that were more technical.

Interrogation, "审" means examination and questioning, "问" means follow-up questioning, the purpose of which is to find out the flaws in the criminal suspect's narrative between questions and answers, to attack his shield with his own spear, so as to seize the initiative in the interrogation and completely break the criminal suspect's psychological defenses.

Of course, "xun" also means torture, which is another way of interrogation.

He was hesitating whether to give Zhang Yi some advice, when he saw Zhang Yi turn around and ask seriously: "Didn't you say there was an eyewitness?"

He Shangyou paused, almost choking on his breath, and thought to himself: "Well, it seems that the trump card I prepared will be used in advance."

Although he had a plan in mind, he looked calm instead. He stood up and shouted to the outside of the interrogation room: "Xuedong."

"Director." Wang Xuedong pushed the door open.

"Go and bring the witness here."

"Yes." Wang Xuedong glanced at Zhang Yi and walked away with a smile.

This was somewhat beyond Zhang Yi's expectations, and he stared at He Shangyou closely.

He Shangyou responded with a kind smile: "Director Zhang, continue?"

Zhang Yi knew that if he continued to ask questions at this time, he would be at a disadvantage. He forced himself to remain calm. He took out a cigarette calmly and looked at Yang Wenzhong:

"Smoking?"

"Thank you, I don't know how." Yang Wenzhong smiled frankly.

"Oh." Zhang Yi tapped the cigarette on the table, lit it, took a few puffs, and muttered to himself: "It is said that smoking is harmful to health, but I can't quit. This is the weakness of human beings. People always have weaknesses, Mr. Yang, what do you think?"

"There are also people who have no weaknesses." Yang Wenzhong glanced at him and shook his head.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Zhang Yi put out the cigarette.

“Everyone has to die, some are heavier than Mount Tai, some are lighter than a feather.”

"Are you comparing yourself to Sima Qian?" Zhang Yi lit another cigarette and looked at him seriously. "These are the original words of Sima Qian, a historian of the Western Han Dynasty, who wrote to his friend Ren An. Sima Qian was castrated and endured humiliation to complete such a masterpiece as the Records of the Grand Historian. His greatness is beyond doubt.

But he has no weaknesses, right? It is said that the head follows the buttocks. Who is Sima Qian? A historian, a literati, or a clean official. He is hostile to eunuchs and relatives of the emperor, and admires benevolent generals like Li Guang, "Peach and plum trees do not speak, but they attract people to them." Or, it can be said that because of his own experience of being wrongly punished for the Li Ling incident and Li Guang's fate of being difficult to be promoted and eventually committing suicide in hatred, he strongly resonated with Li Guang in the biographies of generals, and rarely exaggerated Wei Qing and Huo Qubing. This is a class standpoint and is not subject to human will. Mr. Yang, what class are you? Tell me, when did you join the Red Party?"

"Me?" Yang Wenzhong pointed at himself and became more energetic. "I am just a businessman. What class can I be? If I had social treatment, you wouldn't have brought me here for no reason, right?"

"deny?"

"Sir, how can I admit to something I didn't do?"

"Okay." Zhang Yi put out his cigarette, stood up suddenly, walked up to him, and stared into his eyes. "Since you want to fight to the end, I will fulfill your wish of being a hero for once. Come on, start the punishment."

Looking at the furious Zhang Yi, He Shangyou couldn't help curling his lips again, thinking that Cheng Yaojin's three axes were enough. But the fun had just begun.

Just as he finished speaking, two executioners pushed the door open and asked, "Director, which level of punishment should be used?"

"For serious cases, use strong medicine. The Red Party has always kept its mouth shut. How you pry is your business. I don't care if he becomes disabled, but you can't kill him. Also, you only have a few hours at most. If you delay any longer, his accomplices will all run away."

"I understand." The two men looked at each other and immediately walked towards Manager Yang. One of them uncuffed him, and the other tied a rope around his two thumbs, dragged him aside, and hung him on the rack.

Confidential room on the third floor.

There is a mezzanine soundproof iron door, a secret radio station, a dedicated telephone line, and large safes along the wall.

There are no windows, only a green desk lamp on, it is a completely enclosed dark room.

Dai Chunfeng and Mao Qiwu were listening to the sounds in the interrogation room with headphones on and serious expressions. It was not until they heard the sounds of torture that Dai Chunfeng took off his headphones and asked softly:
"The witness He Shangyou mentioned is this Yang's family member?"

"Yes, his wife and children." Mao Qiwu smiled. It was painful when the whip hit him, but he knew very well that for some people, the real unbearable pain was when the whip hit others.

The air on the street at noon in early summer was a little irritable.

Zheng Huhe was waiting alone at the tram stop. After a while, Deputy Director Ye also came.

The two people stood together casually, as if they were just two ordinary people waiting for a bus.

Director Ye glanced at his watch and said, "There have been a lot of suspicious people around the office recently. I finally managed to get away. Why are we meeting so urgently? Has something happened?"

"Old Yang was arrested."

"Didn't you go to cover his evacuation? Didn't you see him?" Deputy Director Ye was confused by the sudden news. Although he was usually calm, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"He did, but he refused." Zheng Huhe sighed and repeated what Yang Wenzhong had said, "He did this to protect Comrade 021. Theoretically, as long as he didn't speak, the enemy would have no way to start. But the price to pay for this was too high."

"Xiang Zhuang's sword dance is aimed at Pei Gong. They are going for 021."

"Yes, Lao Yang knows that He Shangyou is suspicious. Only by doing this, sacrificing one's life for justice, can their plot fail."

Deputy Director Ye had a complicated expression on his face: "Where are his family members?" Zheng Huhe's eyes were slightly red: "He has been under enemy surveillance. Unless there is an armed rescue, he is in great danger."

The atmosphere was a little heavy for a while.

In the interrogation room, Yang Wenzhong had been tortured to the point of being torn apart and was in a semi-comatose state. The secret agent's whip continued to whip him, but he gritted his teeth and did not say a word from beginning to end.

This made the two thugs furious. One of them cursed viciously: "Fuck you, you are so stubborn. Do you think you can get away with it by being dumb? To tell you the truth, this is just the beginning. Change the criminal law."

After saying that, he opened a box next to him and searched for something while cursing.

This interrogation method is called "hanging rope". When hanging people, the lightest method is to tie the hands behind the back, so that the prisoner's toes just touch the ground, which is not so painful. A step further is to tie the two thumbs directly, so that the prisoner's whole body is suspended in the air, so that the whole body weight falls on the two thumbs. In one or two minutes, the whole body will be drenched in sweat and extremely painful, not to mention the whip.

Most prisoners are basically dead at this stage.

If the "hanging rope" doesn't work, the second set is "fried pork ribs".

The thug took out two special leather gloves from the box, walked up to Yang Wenzhong with a wicked smile, and signaled his companion to put Yang Wenzhong down. Then the two of them dragged him to the corner of the wall and pressed him against the wall. One of them held him down while the other began to squeeze his ribs.
After a while, Yang Wenzhong was tortured to death.

Pour water, squeeze. Pour water again, squeeze again.

Yang Wenzhong was tortured to the point of being on the verge of death, but he never uttered a word.

At this point, the next step would be to pour pepper water into the nostrils or use electric shock. The thugs could no longer hold back and said, "Director, how about using electric shock directly?"

Zhang Yi leaned on a chair in the interrogation room, his eyes slightly closed, snoring softly, as if he was really asleep.

"Director, Director Zhang?" The pre-trial officer who was sitting nearby and acting as a recorder called out carefully twice.

Zhang Yi shuddered at the wake-up call. He opened his sleepy eyes, looking a little dazed, as if he had not fully woken up for a while.

"Director, they asked if we should just use electric shock?"

Zhang Yi finally reacted and said "Oh". He glanced at the dying Yang Wenzhong and was about to speak when He Shangyou pushed the door open and walked in.

"No need for that, right? Let him see the witness first!"

After saying this, he suddenly laughed, as if he was the presiding judge and Zhang Yi sitting next to him was the juror.

Zhang Yi paused, swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, and smiled faintly: "Since there is a witness, bring it up."

He Shangyou glanced at him, then at Yang Wenzhong, and said loudly, "Mr. Yang, since you don't want to talk, let them do it instead."

As he spoke, he waved outside the interrogation room.

Two plainclothes officers came in dragging a middle-aged woman who had already paralyzed from fear. Behind them was a smiling Wang Xuedong, holding a boy of about six or seven years old in the hand.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yi frowned unconsciously. The thing he was most worried about had happened.

The long period of torture seemed to have made Yang Wenzhong lose the strength to speak. He collapsed to the ground. When he heard He Shangyou's words, his brows slightly frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

At this moment, he heard footsteps and opened his eyes to take a look. His face suddenly turned as white as paper and he closed his eyes in despair.

"What a cute kid, how old are you?" He Shangyou approached the little boy with a smile. The child seemed to be terrified and hid, but Wang Xuedong pulled him over roughly. He immediately trembled all over and burst into tears. Seeing this, the child's mother cried and wanted to rush over, but was pulled away by the secret agent.

Zhang Yi frowned and took a few steps closer. He saw several wounds on the child's wrists and forearms. The blood in his body rushed to his head and he said coldly, "How could you have the heart to hurt a child?"

"What's the big deal?" He Shangyou sneered, pointing at Yang Wenzhong and said, "You broke all his bones, but he didn't even utter a word. If he's not a member of the Red Party, what else could he be? Humph, to deal with the devil, you can only use the means of hell. You must not be soft-hearted. What do you think, Director Zhang?

Of course, you are a Bodhisattva. I am not, I am a devil, I will go to hell in the future, I know it. "

After saying this, he quickly walked up to Yang Wenzhong and looked down at him condescendingly:
"Mr. Yang, what do you say now?"

Yang Wenzhong was slumped there at this time, looking dazed. He neither spoke nor looked at anyone, and his body seemed very huge.

Seeing that he hadn't finished speaking, He Shangyou no longer hesitated, grabbed his collar and roared:
"Speak or not? You are crying here and your bones are broken, but those who shouted slogans to you and tricked you into suffering are probably sleeping in the spacious cave. Maybe you think your faith is great and you are also great, but in their eyes, you are just a shrimp soldier, not even a crab general."

"How about this, one question for one life! If you answer it, I will send your wife and children away immediately."

After hearing this, Yang Wenzhong's eyes moved slightly.

He Shangyou smiled. He knew that it was not only his eyes that were moving, but also his mind. However, he silently told himself not to be anxious. He lit a cigarette with a smile and put it into Yang Wenzhong's mouth: "Think about it carefully for the time of a cigarette. You only have one chance."

The interrogation room was as quiet as night at this time, and everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Wenzhong.

The air also became heavy.

Puffing out smoke and coughing violently, Yang Wenzhong slowly spoke: "What, what's the problem?"

This sentence made He Shangyou's eyes light up. He looked at Zhang Yi calmly, then winked at several of his men and became more alert:

"First question, what did you do on the night of March 26th?"

What a revealing dagger!
The night of March 24th was the time when Zhang Yi used the "stealing" strategy to rescue prisoners.

Zhang Yi was startled, but he remained calm. He frowned and asked, "What did he do that night?"

"Then ask the person involved." He Shangyou smiled meaningfully, leaned closer and looked at Zhang Yi: "Why do you look so bad?"

"Really?" Zhang Yi touched his face and looked at him seriously, "Your face is still uglier. If you can't get a confession, do you think I should still laugh?"

He Shangyi pulled back and took two steps back calmly: "Laugh, laugh, laugh loudly." Then he looked at Yang Wenzhong, "The time is up, have you thought about it?"

Only a small part of the cigarette was left, burning in Yang Wenzhong's hand. He looked up:

"What day are you talking about?"

(End of this chapter)