Restarting life by going to the countryside to support medical work

Chapter 239 Attachment
With this question in mind, Tian Linjun, head of the Investigation Section, together with two pre-trial officers from the Pre-trial Section, Liu Tiecheng and Zhang Hongbing, walked into the interrogation room again, holding the pile of photos.

With a thud, Tian Linjun put the photo in his hand on the table.

This voice also made Cao Wanquan, who had been sitting in the fixed interrogation chair with his head lowered, raise his head.

"Cao Wanquan, do you know what this is?"

More than thirty hours have passed since he was arrested yesterday at noon, and it is now a little after seven o'clock the next evening. The hawk-like interrogation has left Cao Wanquan exhausted.

But this guy's teeth are still as strong as ever.

He raised his head and glanced at the photo in Tian Linjun's hand, then slowly shook his head: "Photo, I don't know what's in the photo."

Except for the questioning in an agitated tone when this guy was taken into the car yesterday at noon.

From the moment he saw the plate left in the gap between the wooden boards in the cabinet, to the moment he was brought into this interrogation room, to now, he has been speaking calmly, with no noticeable change in his tone.

"Cao Wanquan, do you think that as long as you don't admit it, we can't do anything to you?"

Tian Linjun turned around and threw the two photos in his hand back onto the table. Then he turned around again, bent down, supported himself with his hands on the iron plate in front of the special fixed chair used to fix the hands of the person being interrogated, stared into Cao Wanquan's eyes and asked.

Cao Wanquan did not dodge, looked into Tian Linjun's eyes, and smiled faintly: "Comrade, I said yesterday that as long as you verify that it was me who did it, you can take me out and shoot me right now.

But it's impossible to hear what I say, so don't waste your time on me. If you have the time, you should think of ways to find evidence from other places."

Tian Linjun grinned, ignored what Cao Wanquan said, stood up and lit a cigarette for himself.

"Do you miss your son?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Cao Wanquan's calm expression finally changed a little.

"My son and my wife were gone before liberation. What do you mean by mentioning him now?"

"Gone? Perhaps it is under the control of the power behind you?"

As Tian Linjun spoke, he turned around and picked up a small paper bag from the table, but it was impossible to see what was inside.

He shook the paper bag and said, "Cao Wanquan, do you know what's in this?"

"do not know"

"Haha, when our colleagues were searching your room, they found that the land next to the room you lived in seemed to have been turned over, so they took a shovel to dig it up and take a look. We thought we would find something extraordinary, such as...Yin Anda's body.

But I didn’t expect to find only some ashes left after burning papers…”

This time, Cao Wanquan's expression changed even more severely than before.

"Hard work pays off. We found a few pieces of paper that were not burned dry in the pile of turned over soil. There were only a few words on it. The first line read "me and mom". The second line had only two words, "Zikang". If I'm not mistaken, this should be a person's name.

"Given your age, your son must have started a family. Could this Zikang be the name of your grandson? Did you name it?"

Cao Wanquan's expression gradually returned to calm. He still said nothing, just looked at Tian Linjun, as if waiting for him to continue speaking to see what else he could say.

Section Chief Tian did not disappoint him. After he put the paper bag back on the table, he raised his left hand and took a puff of cigarette. After he exhaled the smoke in his mouth, he smiled coldly and continued, "Mr. Cao, I won't waste my words with you. According to the information we have found, you have not left Beijing in the past 20 years.

You haven't left for twenty years, which means you haven't seen your wife and children for twenty years. The only thought of them may be a letter or a photo sent to you by your superior from time to time.

According to the information we found, your first wife died in a bombing in Xiaori. You had no children at the time. Later you married your second wife, and she gave birth to a big fat boy. The information shows that it was 1944.

Then in 1948, your second wife and son died in the war, and you never looked for another one after that. Even after liberation, even when someone introduced you to someone, you never agreed. You just lived your life alone.

If what your records show is correct, your son is 25 years old this year and you separated when he was four years old.

Twenty-one years have passed. You have been lurking in China for twenty-one years. Cao Wanquan, tell me, does a four-year-old child have memories? Even if your wife keeps talking about you in his ears all day long, do you think he will have feelings for someone he has never met? "

"I really didn't expect that you would start from this aspect."

Cao Wanquan spoke, his expression turned very surprised. He understood what the man in front of him wanted to express.

It was because he understood that he felt a little surprised.

He had dealt with people from this organization before liberation. In his impression, the people in this organization were very law-abiding and would never say such things, let alone use their family to provoke him.

It simply means that you haven't seen each other for more than 20 years, and he values ​​relationships and won't betray the forces behind him, for fear of causing trouble for his son and wife who are under his control. But he may not have you in his heart.

Hasn't he thought about this question?
Of course he had thought about it. More than just thought about it, it should be said that he knew everything.

It's useless to use this to provoke him. If he confesses just because of this, then his twenty-plus years of dancing on the edge of a knife would have been in vain.

However, I still need to deal with them slowly, so let them think that what they said is right first.

Since this matter has been brought up, he has to give some response to let these people know that his pain point has been touched.

Tian Linjun, who had been staring at Cao Wanquan, caught the fleeting anger in the old man's eyes and smiled faintly.

Follow the rules?
That depends on who it is.

When it comes to his enemies, he never knows what the rules are.

But he didn't expect that what the old guy was going to do now was not to fight to the death, but just to delay time until the time they had already anticipated.

"Cao Wanquan, I actually admire you very much. You have been hiding for twenty-one years. I don't know how many tasks you have completed during this period. You have always hidden very well.

But why did you make a mistake this time? Let me guess, is this mission your last one? Did the forces behind you promise you that as long as you complete this mission you can evacuate the country and reunite with your wife and children?
So you made a mistake in this mission, and it is because of this mistake that you are sitting here and we meet.

I know exactly what you are thinking now. You know that you are doomed this time, so you plan to hold on and not betray the forces behind you, so that you can leave a chance for your wife and children to survive.

But why are you unwilling to even reveal the people you have developed as your subordinates?
Yin Anda has been exposed. It was his disappearance that brought us face to face. He now has two choices: either he left Beijing and headed south the night before yesterday under your arrangement.

You asked the guy at the train station to buy two tickets for you, one going south to Wu City, and the other to Zheng City, both of which are transportation hubs.

If Yin Anda leaves Beijing alive under your arrangement, these two places cannot be his final destination. The forces behind you must have support in one of these two places.

If I'm not mistaken, the destination you arranged for him should be Hong Kong Island. Let me tell you good news, all three routes to Hong Kong Island, whether for swimming or walking, have been completely blocked since yesterday.

Let me put it bluntly, even if a fly flies by, our people will pry open its legs to see whether it is male or female.

No matter how great the price we have to pay, we have determined to capture Yin Anda. As long as he is still alive, don't think you can get away with it after selling out state secrets.

Let’s talk about the others…”

At this point, Tian Linjun pointed to the photos on the table and said, "It is impossible for Yin Anda to have access to all this information. These materials belong to three groups, which means that you have developed at least two people in the project team.

Yesterday, our colleague saw Shi Huaian in the photo studio. He looked very unhappy. Cao Wanquan, did he ask you why Yin Anda disappeared? Did he suspect that you killed Yin Anda? Was he worried that he would end up like that?

Alas, although we suspect Shi Huaian, you know what, we really don’t have any evidence to incriminate him. Although their group’s information appears here, it only means that someone in their group has done this before.”

Tian Linjun changed the subject: "Cao Wanquan, the reason why you have been unwilling to explain even your downline is that, I guess, one of your downline is acquainted with your upline.

The reason why you didn't confess is very simple. As long as you confess him, your superior will be exposed. Am I right?"

Swish!
The pupils of Cao Wanquan's eyes couldn't help but shrink. This was something he didn't expect.

They guessed something so quickly.

This...how can this delay time?

Tian Linjun saw this subtle change clearly. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but at the same time he took a deep breath.

What if that person is Wei Haiping...

No matter what, I’ll keep asking him questions and I must break through this guy.

Looking at Cao Wanquan who pretended nothing had happened, Tian Linjun smiled slightly, threw the remaining cigarette butt in his hand to the ground, and lit another one for himself.

"This pile of information belongs to three groups. Yin Anda has been exposed. If nothing unexpected happens, the other one should be Shi Huaian. The last one... should be Wei Haiping." Huh...

When the last name came out of Tian Linjun's mouth, Cao Wanquan obviously exhaled, and his whole body, which had been tense, also slumped down a little.

"You...even Wei Haiping knows about it!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the three people involved in the interrogation, including the other two guards, were shocked and finally spoke.

"Cao Wanquan, you are really amazing. I, Tian, ​​admire you deeply. I have kept the secret for more than 20 years, so I'd better tell you.

You have done enough and carried enough pressure for so many years, don’t you want to relax a little?

You have been thinking about others for so many years, it's time to think about yourself."

As Tian Linjun spoke, he put the cigarette he had just lit into Cao Wanquan's mouth and patted him on the shoulder.

"Blah... blah..."

As soon as the cigarette entered his mouth, he took several puffs in succession.

"Secrets? Pressure? Think about yourself? Alas, after all these years, I don't know whether I am a human or a ghost."

In the misty smoke, Cao Wanquan squinted his eyes, and his thoughts had gone back to more than 20 years ago.

……

Li Yancheng guessed wrong. His wife didn't sleep until the next morning. She was woken up by the urge to pee at around 8 o'clock.

Go to the toilet at the entrance of the alley?

That was impossible. She was so sleepy that she was too lazy to even put on her clothes. There was a chamber pot at home, so she didn't have to go out.

but……

Sitting on a chair in the study, Li Yancheng looked at his wife, who was curled up in his arms and refused to go into the house and lie on the bed, and helped her tighten the sheets wrapped around her body.

"Don't you want to sleep?"

"Still sleepy."

"Then I'll carry you in and you can continue sleeping."

"Are you sleeping?"

"I'm not starting to make clothes for you."

I measured the dimensions in the morning. Although I ended up measuring the bedroom, I still wrote down the dimensions that needed to be remembered.

Seeing that the weather was getting hotter day by day, he planned to make two half-sleeved shirts for his wife first. As for the fabric, polyester, commonly known as Dacron, he had asked Zhu Yongyang to get it for him at a high price.

Although he didn't like wearing Dacron fabric, he found that several of his wife's clothes, whether shirts or dresses, were ready-made clothes made of Dacron fabric. He happened to have this kind of fabric on hand, so he simply used it to make them.

The domestic production of Dacron fabric is currently very small, with only one chemical fiber factory in Shanghai producing 500 tons per year, which is a drop in the bucket compared to the huge domestic demand.

It was not until the end of the 1970s that Dacron clothing became a common commodity in China.

So if you want to buy Dacron fabric now, you can't just pay money. After all, Zhu Yongyang has been doing business in the ghost market for many years and has a lot of connections. It will be no problem for him to make a dozen or twenty sets of clothes with the fabric he gets.

Of course, he spent a lot of money. These fabrics cost him more than 400 yuan, which is almost the same price as buying ready-made clothes directly.

Luo Min, nestled in her man's arms, turned her head and squinted at the cloth spread on the table, reached out and lifted it up and threw it aside, then turned her head back and nestled again. Although she didn't say a word, the meaning she expressed was very clear.

Li Yancheng lowered his head with amusement, looking at his wife who had closed her eyes again in his arms.

He really didn't expect that his wife, who seemed to have little expression, would actually have a childish temper.

Seeing that he was still sitting there without moving, the woman in his arms twisted her body and pouted her lips slightly, as if to express her dissatisfaction with him.

"Okay, okay, come in, let's go to bed."

Knowing that he would not be able to continue making clothes today, Li Yancheng stood up with his wife in his arms and walked towards the bedroom.

"Did you lock the door?"

"I still need to go to the bathroom. You lie down on the bed first. I'll be back soon, okay?"

"Isn't there a urinal in the room?"

“I’m not used to it”

"Then...then wait for me to put on my clothes and join you."

Li Yancheng, who had just walked to the bedroom door, lowered his head in surprise after hearing this and looked at his wife in his arms, just in time to meet her big watery eyes.

He saw attachment in his wife's eyes.

Yes, today is the first day of their marriage, and for her, it is the most special day. She has given him everything she has, and is even willing to spend time with him in broad daylight.

Why? Isn't it just to be able to be with him all the time during this rare holiday?

"Okay, let's go together."

Seeing him nod, the woman in his arms curled her lips, but then she frowned slightly and said, "You can't mess with me when I'm getting dressed."

"Promise not to cause trouble."

The reason why Luo Min said this was that after the first big battle in the morning, she was planning to get up, put on her clothes and go out for a walk, but Li Yancheng's meddling disrupted things and triggered the next war.

She was nestling in his arms now, and could feel the changes in his body very clearly.

Although she really wanted to be with her new husband all the time, she was actually a little afraid of his seemingly endless energy.

She was also a little confused. Before returning to Beijing this time, her mother told her some private words about the room. In addition to what she heard from other people, although she had not experienced it, she thought she had some understanding of it.

But it had only been one day since they got married, and her man had already broken all her perceptions.

This afternoon, after she finished her meal while sitting on the bed, she couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep. She glanced at her husband who was still full of energy, and the last thought in her mind was, what kind of monster did she marry?

Li Yancheng really kept his promise this time and did not make trouble again, but his thieving eyes made her unable to put on her clothes. She had no choice but to chase him out of the bedroom and make him wait outside.

After all, today was only her first day. Although she had done everything she should have done thoroughly, she still felt embarrassed when being stared at by such a fiery gaze.

……

After going to the toilet, the two did not rush home, but strolled leisurely on the side of the road.

Li Yancheng told her about the Qian family's affairs and also explained what happened last year.

"Are you worried that they might harm me?"

"That's right"

"Dacheng, I've practiced boxing, too."

"What?"

Li Yancheng stopped in surprise and turned to look at his wife beside him.

In the light of the street lamp, Luo Min saw the surprised look on her man's face and smiled smugly.

"I have practiced boxing. My father taught me when I was a child. Later, my second brother also taught me. I have also practiced with the security guards around my mother. You have also seen that sister. It was that time in the hospital."

(End of this chapter)