My spy diary

Chapter 681 Confession (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The car was smashed to pieces. Mao Shusheng, who looked like a passerby, watched the scene and nodded in satisfaction. Two of his men walked over, turned on their flashlights to check, and found the cramped car a mess, filled with blood and gore.

Just then, Xiao Ma, who had jumped off the carriage earlier, staggered to his feet. He had scraped his elbow and cried out in pain.
"oops!"

Upon hearing the sound, Mao Shusheng quickly went over and looked at him with concern:
"Are you okay?"

"It's nothing, just a scrape." Little Ma winced in pain.

"Quickly, let's get to the hospital to get it bandaged up."

"And what about you, Section Chief Mao? How do you explain today's incident?"

Mao Shusheng didn't say anything. He took out a hammer from behind his waist, squatted down where Xiao Ma had fallen, looked at it, and then took out a nail and hammered it into the ground.

"Section Chief Mao, what are you doing?" Xiao Ma asked, looking puzzled.

"You'll find out soon enough," Mao Shusheng said without looking up. He quickly hammered in the nails, slowly stood up, smiled at the little horse, and then, like a tiger that had been poised for a long time, suddenly pounced on the bewildered little horse.

Little Ma was terrified and immediately turned to run away, but was hit on the shoulder by a hammer and stumbled to the ground.

Mao Shusheng strode up to him, grabbed his collar tightly with both hands, and kicked him several times in the spine.

The little horse was pinned to the ground, its legs kicking wildly, and its hands futilely trying to pry open the hairy tree's hands, but it failed.

Mao Shusheng ignored everything and used all his strength to drag him toward the nail buried in the ground.

Then, once, twice, the little horse's head slammed heavily against the nail, blood gushing out, and he quickly lost consciousness, dying with his eyes wide open.

“Don’t blame me, only the dead don’t talk nonsense,” Mao Shusheng said, checking his breath.

Then, he stood up, nodded to his two subordinates, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The phone in Dai Chunfeng's office rang urgently. He picked it up immediately, and after hearing what was said on the other end, he froze: "What did you say? A car accident? I know."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Zhang Yi:

"Qian Xiaosan was in a car accident while on his way to escape, and all three members of his family died."

Zhang Yi was speechless.

“It seems this is fate,” Dai Chunfeng said when Zhang Yi remained silent.

"The whole family of three is dead?" Zhang Yi asked, his voice heavy with grief. "His family includes—"

“That was your own mistake!” Dai Chunfeng interrupted Zhang Yi with some dissatisfaction, and continued, “The moment you suspected him, when you were entangled with him in the car, you should have killed him without hesitation and then reported to me!”

Zhang Yi couldn't say anything more, and he lowered his head somewhat dejectedly.

Seeing this, Dai Chunfeng softened his tone: "You're too soft-hearted. For you and me, for this line of work, being soft-hearted is definitely not a virtue. Yes, Qian Xiaosan is your subordinate, but you've seen it yourself. When it's time to take your life, he won't hesitate for a second. Alright, go back. I hope to hear news of the Japanese spy's confession soon."

It was a quiet night. The investigator kept staring at Xiaodie, but didn't notice anything unusual. If it weren't for the occasional blink, he would have thought Xiaodie was practically a statue.

Just as he was thinking of asking someone to take his place to go to the toilet, Xiaodie suddenly opened her eyes.

"I want to see Zhang Yi. I want to talk to him!"

The investigator was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, and immediately shouted towards the door:

"Quickly, call the section chief."

Half an hour later, after emergency treatment by the doctor, Xiaodie, who had simply washed up and changed into a clean fur coat, was taken into the interrogation room.

Zhang Yi waited here for a whole day and night, and the two men's eyes did not waver at all, as if they were both focused and ready for the decisive battle.

"Are you sleepy?" Zhang Yi asked with a smile.

Xiaodie smiled too, but there was a hint of bitterness in her smile:

"good."

Her answer followed the same rhythm as Zhang Yi's.

"Well-trained."

"As a maid, I'm used to going to bed late and getting up early."

"Oh, go ahead and tell me. If you're suddenly asked to confess, there must be some conditions."

“As expected of Zhang Yisang, speaking to intelligent people is so simple. My demands are also very simple. First, you must prepare $100,000 and an American passport for me, and send me away immediately after the deed is done. Second, publish a message in all the newspapers in the mountain city saying that I have been executed by you.”

Zhang Yi smiled smugly: "You're quite clever too, and I'll try my best to meet your request. But now, shall we talk about the case first?"

"Okay," Xiaodie replied readily.

"Your true identity, code name, and organization."

"My name is Matsumoto Yukina, codename Shirayuki, and I belong to the Special Higher Police's Snow White Squad. My identity is a courier."

"Snow White, are you telling me a fairy tale?"

Xiaodie chuckled self-deprecatingly: "It's just a code name." She seemed to have been terrified by Liu Ningxue's poisoning and became very talkative. "My duty is to lie in wait by Kawashima Yukina's side, that is, Liu Ningxue, and monitor all her actions."

"This is why?"

"Because she is of Korean nationality, not a pure Japanese, the higher-ups do not trust her."

"Oh, you're a courier. Who do you usually pass the intelligence you receive on to?"

"Dead mailbox".

"Location."

"Under the bench in Fuhe Park, Yuzhong District." At this point, Xiaodie added, "After the incident at the brothel, that dead mailbox was abandoned."

What about backup contact methods?

"Missing Person Notice"

"What about it?"

"The following day, a missing person notice was published in the middle of page five of the Central Daily News—"

"Write it down." Zhang Yi nodded, gesturing for the interrogator to hand her paper and pen.

The interrogator hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. Zhang Yi knew he was afraid Xiaodie would commit suicide if she got the pen, and gave him a cold look:
"I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."

The investigator was relieved and handed Xiaodie a pen and paper.

Xiaodie smiled, picked up her pen, and began to write.

Soon, a missing person notice was handed to Zhang Yi.

"Searching for relatives"

"To my brother, Liu Anmin, who has been missing for three months since the bombing of Chongqing. We used to live together in Yuzhong, and we promised to meet again in three months to offer incense at Jing'an Temple. Now that day has come, and you are nowhere to be found. I am extremely anxious. Remembering your fondness for West Lake Longjing tea, if you see this letter, please bring a copy of 'Guan Zhi of Ancient Prose' to room 201 of the Tong'an Hotel on Jinling Road, Yuzhong, at 1-3 PM three days from now. Knock three times and wait patiently. I hope you will reappear soon so that your family can be at ease. Anyone with information, please send a letter to Mr. Liu at No. 29 Beiping Road, Yuzhong. A generous reward will be given."

After reading the missing person notice, Zhang Yi changed his sitting posture and changed the subject: "Let's not bother two people with the same thing. Let's analyze it."

“Okay.” Xiaodie agreed readily as always, and then explained, “The core code of this missing person notice lies in the number ‘3’ in March and the number three days later, both of which point to the third set of contact codes. The surface time and address are just for cover.”

What is the code word for communication?

“The other party will bring a can of Longjing tea. I will first ask, ‘Sir, is this pre-Qingming tea or post-rain tea?’ The other party must answer, ‘New branches picked after the spring rain.’”

"Oh, using a missing person poster to make contact, whose idea was that?"

“I’m not very familiar with these things. They were all set by my superiors. I just do what they tell me to do.”

"When did you meet Liu Ningxue, also known as Kawashima Yukina? Where was she before, and what was she doing?"

“I only came to Chongqing last year. I think she used to be in Shanghai, but I don’t know exactly what she did.”

"What about this Snow White group? How many members are there? What is their purpose in coming to the mountain city?"

"I don't know, I was just following orders."

Zhang Yi quickly disrupted the flow of time, repeated questions that had already been asked, and asked questions that skipped over the beginning and end. He used all the interrogation techniques he had used before.

Although there were emotional ups and downs along the way, the questioning went very smoothly overall.

Xiao Die became increasingly calm, while Zhang Yi became increasingly confused.

Xiaodie's testimony was airtight, seemingly saying everything yet saying nothing at all—all the questions were pushed onto Liu Ningxue and the contact person.

Although it sounded impeccable, Zhang Yi still felt that it didn't make sense.

How could an untrusted North Korean female spy know more than the Japanese spy monitoring her? This play is too perfect, too perfect to be real.

Zhang Yi suddenly fell silent. He stared at Xiao Die in silence, then suddenly asked:
"How do you think the Special Higher Police will treat your family?"

Xiaodie was taken aback: "As long as you release the news of my death, they will no longer make things difficult for my family."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yi suddenly stood up and strode out.

Outside the interrogation room, everyone was overjoyed. After a day and a night of agonizing waiting, they had finally gotten the Japanese spy's confession. Only Zhang Yi seemed somewhat disappointed.

Deputy Director Ruan placed a steaming bowl of noodles in front of him:
"Chief, have something to eat. Isn't it a good thing that you've confessed? As long as we publish a missing person notice and lay in ambush at the rendezvous point, the contact will surely be caught."

Zhang Yi looked at Deputy Director Ruan with a puzzled expression, frowning:

"Didn't you notice the problem here? There's a saying that if someone offers something to welcome a bride for no reason, it's either a crime or something else. Why did she suddenly confess?"

"Perhaps she was frightened by Liu Ningxue's death."

"Really?" Zhang Yi tapped the table. "If she were so afraid of death, she wouldn't have resisted until now. Besides, anyone in business knows the art of bargaining. She made her demands, and I agreed to them immediately. Did she really believe me? This Japanese woman is much smarter than we thought. What was she planning by suddenly confessing?"

A few lines of reasoning captivated Deputy Director Ruan, who so much so that he forgot to eat his noodles, his chopsticks hovering over his lips.

Zhang Yi continued speaking, following his own train of thought:

"The real intention is not in the wine; perhaps this missing person notice contains many traps."

Deputy Director Ruan immediately asked:
"What's wrong?"

Zhang Yi shook his head: "Perhaps this isn't a missing person notice. She might be using us to pass information to her accomplices. There must be some secrets in her heart that I don't know about."

"What secret?" Deputy Director Ruan asked again.

Zhang Yi stared at him for a while, then said irritably:
"If I knew, would it still be a secret?"

Deputy Director Ruan was speechless on the spot, looking embarrassed. After thinking for a moment, he cautiously asked:

"Chief, is there any progress in the investigation into the mole?"

Zhang Yi did not answer directly, but instead asked:

Have you ever heard of Snow White?

Deputy Director Ruan was taken aback: "You mean Grimm's Fairy Tales?"

Zhang Yi scooped up a mouthful of noodles: "Yes, it's said that the story of Snow White can be traced back to German folklore, which was later compiled by the Brothers Grimm and included in their own fairy tales. In 37, Disney made an animated film, and the story of the Seven Dwarfs became widely known around the world. Do you know what they're all called?"

Deputy Director Ruan smiled smugly: "I know that. My child just read that book. They are called Know-It-All, the leader of the dwarves. Then there's the one who's easily angered and short-tempered, always crossing his arms, but also has a gentle and brave side. Next is the Happy One, optimistic and always smiling, bringing joy to his companions. And then there's Sleepyhead, Shyhead, Sneezing Master, and Confused Director. You're not going to eat it? It's not to your liking?"

Zhang Yi had no appetite. If his guess was correct, then the next thing he needed to deal with were seven spies with hidden identities lurking in the crowd.

He walked to the interrogation room and looked at Xiaodie after she confessed through the coated glass.

She was extremely calm, eating heartily as if she had no worries or sorrows at all.

Just then, the office phone rang. It was Monkey calling, and the identity of the runaway rickshaw driver was finally confirmed.

Upon hearing this news, Zhang Yi was greatly relieved. He instructed him to keep a close watch and not to alert the enemy, while he immediately drove to the Military Intelligence Bureau's 41st Hospital to prepare for another interrogation of Liu Ningxue.

At the 41st Hospital, a ward has been temporarily converted into an interrogation room.

Liu Ningxue, who had "come back to life," was handcuffed to a chair.

After taking his seat, he looked at Liu Ningxue and greeted her politely:

"meet again."

"Yes," Liu Ningxue answered frankly.

“I just interrogated your maid Xiaodie half an hour ago.”

"Is that so?" Liu Ningxue's voice was very soft.

Zhang Yi smiled smugly: "She confessed to everything."

Liu Ningxue fell silent, her brows furrowing as if trying to discern the truth in his words. Zhang Yi noticed the change in her expression and immediately asked:

"You think I'm lying to you, Ms. Kawashima Yukina?"

Liu Ningxue paused for a moment, then understood everything.

"Xiaodie, real name Matsumoto Yukina, codename Snow White, belongs to the Special Higher Police's Snow White Squad. Your name is Kawashima Yukina. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were sisters." Zhang Yi sneered, snapped his fingers, and soon an undercover officer came in carrying a wire recorder. He pressed play, and Xiaodie's voice came through clearly from the recorder:
"You must prepare $100,000 and an American passport for me, and send me away immediately after it's done."

"Play the next segment." Zhang Yi waved his hand, and the plainclothes officer immediately played the next segment:
"Because she is of Korean nationality, not a pure Japanese, the higher-ups do not trust her."

"Does that voice sound familiar?" Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhang Yi paused for a moment and went straight to the point, "How do I find your upline? That's my first question."

Liu Ningxue looked at him, paused, and then asked, "And the second one?"

“There won’t be another one!” Zhang Yi stared at her with his deep eyes. “If you don’t tell, we’ll immediately release the news that you betrayed Xiao Die and exposed her identity. Then your accomplices will start worrying again. What do you think the Special Higher Police will do to your family?”

Liu Ningxue stared at him for a long while before finally lowering her head and slowly saying, "I'll talk."

(End of this chapter)