My spy diary

Chapter 689 Confession (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Hahaha, you foolish Chinese."

Matsumoto Yukina laughed heartily, and only stopped after a long while.

"What do you mean by this?" Zhang Yi looked at her with surprise and suspicion. "Didn't we agree on this?"

Before he could finish speaking, Matsumoto Yukina interrupted him, smiling contemptuously and making no attempt to hide her sarcasm:

"Zhang Yi, oh, it should be Zhang Yi-sang. I've long heard that Zhang Yi-sang is a shrewd and formidable opponent, but meeting him today proves your Chinese saying, 'Seeing is believing,' he's truly all talk and no action. Hahaha, do you really think I'd confess?"

Zhang Yi's face immediately darkened.

Seeing this, Matsumoto Yukina became even more smug: "You foolish man, we Japanese are not as afraid of death as you Chinese. So what if we are arrested? It's just death! It is such an honor to dedicate ourselves to His Majesty the Emperor. Do you think I would really submit to you Chinese pigs? Hahaha, utterly ridiculous! Let me tell you the truth, that missing person notice was actually a warning signal. My subordinates saw the message and have already moved and gone into hiding. Hahahaha, you didn't expect that, did you?"

Having said that, she caught a fleeting, almost imperceptible, anger on Zhang Yi's face, and felt even more smug. This scheme was flawless; she had perfectly used her opponent to deliver the message, covered up her subordinates' infiltration, and simultaneously expressed her loyalty to the empire.

In this way, even if they are imprisoned, their family members in China can not only be protected, but also receive a pension and be promoted as "families of martyrs".

Thinking this, she grew even more arrogant. She glanced at the coated glass wall to one side, leaned forward, stared directly at Zhang Yi, and sneered:

"Zhang Yisang? Why aren't you saying anything? Your superiors and colleagues are all watching, aren't they? They all look pretty grim, don't they? Hahaha!"

"Bang!" Zhang Yi, furious, slammed his hand on the table and stood up, gritting his teeth.

Matsumoto Yukina thought he was going to attack, and in fright, she took a step back.
"Getting angry and embarrassed? Running out of tricks? Come on, hit me! Show me what other tricks you have up your sleeve!"

Zhang Yi interrupted her: "Are you saying that the missing person notice was a scam from beginning to end?"

Seeing that Zhang Yi didn't intend to use force, Matsumoto Yukina breathed a slight sigh of relief, leaned back, and looked smug.
"Zhang Yisang, isn't it a bit too late to realize this now?"

Zhang Yizhen was disgusted by Matsumoto Yukina's demeanor. Fortunately, it was just an act. If he had really fallen into this woman's trap, he would have lost everything, his reputation would have been ruined, and he would have become a laughing stock in the entire Military Intelligence Bureau and even the intelligence community.

Seeing that Zhang Yi remained silent, Matsumoto Yukina was clearly not satisfied and continued to laugh:
"Zhang Yisang, do you want some?"

"Really?" Zhang Yi smiled and took out another newspaper from the folder next to him. "Before you spout such nonsense, would you like to take a look at this newspaper?"

"What do you mean?" Matsumoto Yukina was taken aback, frowning slightly. Zhang Yi's actions were somewhat unexpected.

"It's nothing." After saying that, Zhang Yi sat down again and sighed, "You're a smart person, but it's a pity that smart people always like to think they're so clever, and the result is that they suffer the consequences."

Matsumoto Yukina stared at the newspaper hesitantly, without saying a word.

"After a busy day, we've finally gotten something out of it." Zhang Yi glanced at her and raised the newspaper in his hand. "What a coincidence, maybe they saw the news of their arrest and defection."

Matsumoto Yukina's mind went blank, and she was stunned for a moment.

Zhang Yi lit a cigarette, tossed the newspaper in front of her, and said slowly:

"Look, open your dog eyes wide and take a good look. They might be racking their brains to figure out how to get rid of you. Oh, by the way, your family back home are probably in grave danger. Will they be abandoned as expendable pawns, held hostage, or sent to the front lines?"

The front page of the newspaper carried the news of her and Liu Ningxue's arrest, with their photos prominently displayed. Matsumoto Yukina's face darkened after just a glance.

"Don't take any chances. All the newspapers in Chongqing have published this news today. They're in a much bigger mess than you are right now. What I'm telling you is, it's not too late to talk now. Once they confess, you'll be completely useless. Not only your family, but you'll die too. So, hurry up!"

Matsumoto Yukina's face was extremely gloomy as she stared intently at him, her eyes filled with worry and anger.

Zhang Yi exhaled a puff of smoke: "If this drags on any longer, others might really confess. No, I'm not talking about Liu Ningxue, I'm talking about them—" As he spoke, he waved his hand at Monkey, coldly looking at Matsumoto Yukina, "Turn around and see, does she look familiar?"

Matsumoto Yukina stared at him with suspicion and uncertainty. After hesitating for a while, she couldn't resist turning her head to look. She saw several figures appear on the other side of the coated glass. Several plainclothes officers dragged two badly injured men into the interrogation room. When the men were handcuffed to the interrogation chair and their heads were pulled up, Matsumoto Yukina's face turned pale.

The two people being interrogated were Zhao Deshan and Lu Zhongping.

Lu Zhongping was shot four times. Although they were not in vital areas, he was bleeding profusely and had already lost consciousness.

Meanwhile, the lucid Zhao Deshan was alone, anxious and restless.

Zhang Yi stood in front of the coated glass, quietly observing his every move. Suddenly, he abruptly turned his head. Although to him it was an impenetrable wall, he still glared fiercely, as if he were engaging Zhang Yi in a battle across the void.

Zhang Yi sneered, glanced at Matsumoto Yukina who was still stunned, and turned to leave.

However, even after he reached the door and the guard opened it for him, Matsumoto Yukina remained silent.

Zhang Yi was not discouraged at all and walked straight out.

After leaving the interrogation room, the monkey asked:
"Chief, which two people are we interrogating now?"

“No, even a cornered beast will fight. Let him calm down for a while.” Zhang Yi shook his head. Newly captured prisoners often fall into a state of high tension, fear, or excitement. They are hostile and wary of interrogation, often refusing to cooperate, or even deliberately providing false information to interfere with the investigation. Let’s give him some space first.

After thinking for a moment, he said to the monkey:
"I remember there's a big freezer in the general affairs office, go get some ice." Zhao Deshan is a cunning and stubborn old man whose psychological defenses are not easily broken. To get him to submit, we need to carefully plan the pace of the interrogation.

Although the monkey had doubts, it didn't ask anything, immediately agreed, and turned to leave.

Zhang Yi thought for a moment, then instructed the guards:
"Put Zhao Deshan in solitary confinement, and remember to keep the stove burning brightly."

"Understood!" the guard said with a wicked grin.

Soon, Zhao Deshan was taken into a stuffy interrogation room. The summer heat was intense, and even the air was hot, let alone the interrogation room.

As the stove beside the interrogation chair burned brighter and brighter, the already murky air became even hotter and more oppressive, creating a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere.

Being in such a space, Zhao Deshan became increasingly anxious and restless.

Suddenly he felt something wet on the back of his hand, and he instinctively wiped it. It was a fine layer of hot sweat that had appeared on his forehead sometime earlier.

He recklessly ripped open the buttons on his collar, looked at the interrogator opposite him who was also drenched in sweat, broke the silence, and slowly said: "Could you open the window and let some fresh air in?"

The investigator ignored him, as if he hadn't heard a thing, and continued to pour water into his mouth.
"Chief, the ice is here."

Meanwhile, the monkey had already retrieved a bag of ice from the general affairs office, leaving the group of plainclothes officers, who were completely bewildered, looking at each other in confusion.

"Put him in another interrogation room, and bring Zhao Deshan over when the ice has almost melted."

Ice cubes were naturally used to create an interrogation atmosphere.

"Yes."

A dozen minutes later, when Zhang Yi had prepared the interrogation tools, put on an extra jacket, and entered the interrogation room, the interrogation began.

Zhao Deshan was brought in and strapped to the interrogation chair.

As instructed by Zhang Yi, they were specially fitted with heavy shackles and iron bars in front of them, as well as iron pipes under their feet, which firmly secured their limbs, making it difficult for them to move even an inch.

Zhang Yi and the monkey sat directly in front of him, holding hot tea. They stared at him without moving, scrutinizing him intently, as if they were antique dealers appraising an antique.

Interrogation is about examining people, but it's also about questioning their hearts.

The interrogation room, a place that terrifies ordinary people, actually exerts more psychological pressure than physical stimulation. This is especially true in such a gloomy, damp, and dark place, with the gleaming torture instruments and the pungent smell of blood. Not to mention the extremely low temperature inside and the expressionless face of the interrogator. Generally, new prisoners are frightened by this gloomy and terrifying environment as soon as they enter, and the chill caused by the low temperature creates a psychological illusion.

As for Zhao Deshan, he had just been by a scorching furnace, and now he was suddenly brought into this place. It was like being in both fire and ice, making him feel uneasy and causing him to shiver involuntarily.

Soon after, he started sneezing, one sneeze after another.

At this moment, from Zhang Yi's perspective, Zhao Deshan's usual sleazy demeanor had long since vanished. What he saw was a gloomy, sinister man with eyes full of hatred, or rather, murderous intent. His gaze was like that of a venomous snake, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at him.

However, Zhao Deshan was horrified to discover from Zhang Yi's direct gaze that the man opposite him also had a pair of deep, sharp, or rather, fierce eyes, equally murderous, which made people feel apprehensive.

This slight palpitation made Zhao Deshan very uncomfortable. He gritted his teeth, steadied himself, and squinted to carefully examine Zhang Yi. Suddenly, he blurted out:

"Zhang Yi! You're Zhang Yi! That thief just now was you in disguise!"

Only now did he recognize Zhang Yi.

"You recognized him? Isn't it a bit late?" Zhang Yi said expressionlessly. He had been waiting for this moment, the opportunity for Zhao Deshan to speak first. He glanced at him indifferently and pressed the play button on the wire recorder on the table.

Liu Ningxue's voice came through the loudspeaker.

"That slut Xiaodie, she thinks I don't know anything, but I know everything."

"Her upline... There's a client who comes to me every month, but it's always when I'm not feeling well, so Xiaodie always serves him for me. After a while, I couldn't help but feel suspicious, so I secretly observed him. He's a man around thirty years old, with a refined appearance. I think it's him."

The familiar voice stirred Zhao Deshan's nerves; his brows furrowed slightly, and his expression turned grim.

However, the recording did not end. Zhang Yi leaned back and pressed play again, this time it was Xiao Die's voice.

"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. After it's done, send me away immediately."

It was that familiar voice, Xiaodie! As he listened, Zhao Deshan's brows furrowed involuntarily, as if he were deep in thought.

Suddenly, he thought of something, but Zhang Yi spoke first:
"I'm sure you've seen the newspapers. As the saying goes, 'If you don't listen to a toast, you'll have to drink a forfeit.' Once it's published, Matsumoto Yukina and Nagawa Island Yukina will all be out of the picture. We've already made a deal. What about you? Even if you don't think about yourself, you should at least think about your family back home. If we publish news in the newspapers saying that it was because of your confession that Xiaodie's true identity was exposed, what will the Special Higher Police do to your family?"

The second half of the sentence undoubtedly struck at Zhao Deshan's weak spot. He shuddered and the muscles on his face twitched.

What else can be done? The family members of an agent are more like hostages than protection. Once you are arrested, your family members will be immediately placed under house arrest and controlled. In order to force you to continue to be loyal or to prevent leaks, your family members will become a bargaining chip to threaten you.

But once your betrayal is confirmed, especially if it involves core secrets, your family will be under even stricter surveillance, or even silenced outright. Given the situation in Japan, silencing them outright is unlikely, but is there a difference? Men are sent to serve as cannon fodder, and women are sent to be sex workers.
Thinking of this, Zhao Deshan's face turned ashen.

But being a well-trained spy, despite being provoked and flustered, his eyes darting around, he remained silent.

Zhang Yi noticed his change in mood, snorted coldly, and continued:

"Looks like you're a spineless coward too, refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit, huh? Fine, I'll add another one: Today, the Military Intelligence Bureau cracked a spy case. After the Japanese spy, using the alias Zhao Deshan, was arrested, he actively cooperated with the Military Intelligence Bureau to capture his superior, a taxi driver using the alias Lu Zhongping. This news will appear in today's evening paper."

Upon hearing this, a hint of fear flashed across Zhao Deshan's face. He looked at Zhang Yi with a pleading expression.

Zhang Yi stood up, gave him a cold glance, and while instructing the monkey, walked towards the door:

“He’s completely unresponsive. There’s no need to interrogate him anymore. Just arrange for someone to take photos of him and Lu Zhongping immediately.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Deshan, who had been silent just moments before, immediately began to struggle. The shackles rattled as he dragged himself along, and he shouted in a hoarse voice:
"Zhang Yi!"

Zhang Yi glanced at him with disgust, but didn't stop walking.

"It's just a photo, why are you so flustered? Should we add the Kuomintang flag to it?"

Zhao Deshan struggled incessantly:

"Baka! Just kill me! Kill me now!"

Zhang Yi ignored him and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Zhao Deshan shouted hoarsely.

Zhang Yi ignored him and had already reached the door when the guard opened it for him.

Just as he stepped out the door, Zhao Deshan, his eyes glazed over, roared like a madman, "I'll tell you everything I know! Zhang Yi—"

(End of this chapter)