Restarting life by going to the countryside to support medical work

Chapter 350 Helpless
"That person isn't sick or dying, why are you in such a hurry to interrogate him?"

Li Yancheng said into the phone with a helpless look on his face.

Just before getting off work, he was suddenly asked to return to the office to interrogate an undercover agent.

But it wasn't a particularly urgent case, and he couldn't understand why they were in such a hurry.

"I was planning to leave it until tomorrow."

It was Lao Xu's voice coming from the other end of the phone, and he explained.

"But Xiaotong told me after reading the record book that one of the things this person confessed involved the identity of one of our comrades.

Because this comrade died online and his information was lost, his identity has never been accurately confirmed.

Yan Cheng, this matter is indeed not urgent for us, it doesn’t matter if it’s a day earlier or a day later, but it’s different for that old comrade.”

Hearing that it was because of this, Li Yancheng couldn't help but be stunned, feeling deeply guilty for his negligence.

It turns out that it concerns comrades who once fought on that front. No wonder!

"Got it, Director. I'll be there right away."

"it is good"

After hanging up the phone, he immediately called the Luo family to tell them what was going on, then said hello to the doctor on duty in Mr. Bai's ward, called Zhang Hongbing and rushed to the office.

Because Lao Xu came to the place late, he didn't know many things about the past.

If Su Xiaotong had not read the record book and happened to know about this matter, this clue would probably have been delayed for a few days.

As I said, it may not matter to people like them, but for the old comrade who has not been able to prove his identity, waiting one more second is torture.

Ten minutes later, Li Yancheng met Sun Quanxi in the interrogation room in the backyard of the office.

After being brought here, Lao Sun was a little confused. He couldn't understand what the director meant when he said that someone would come to help him recall what happened before.

He was a little worried that people didn't trust what he said, so they planned to take action against him.

To put it nicely, it is to help him recall.

He felt helpless and a little scared.

He didn't know if he could withstand that kind of treatment.

Just as he was daydreaming, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open from the outside. The first person to come in was Director Xu, followed by two young men who looked about the same age.

One of them was someone I had just met, and he was the one he was looking for to help him recall some things he couldn't remember clearly.

I heard others call him Director Su, so I thought he should be the deputy director. To be able to become a deputy director at such a young age, it seems that his background must be extraordinary.

The last person to come in was holding a notebook and a pen. Although he had never seen this person before, he judged that he should be the recorder.

After looking at the four people, Sun Quanxi's eyes fell on the young man who came in with the deputy director.

This is his habit. He likes to study people. He has not been able to change it for many years. He has worked as a spy for many years and has been guarding the gate of a hospital for more than ten years. He sees countless people coming in and out every day. His eyes are very sharp. Even if they are strangers, he can analyze them clearly.

In his opinion, since this young man could chat and laugh with the deputy director and even make the deputy director turn his head to talk to him, his identity must be unusual.

But he found that he couldn't tell what it was for.

The main reason is that this young man’s temperament is a little too complicated.

"Are you used to staring at people like this?"

Maybe he was completely relaxed mentally after being captured, Sun Quanxi forgot that his eyes were still on others while he was thinking, until the young man walked up to him, held the baffle in front of him with both hands and spoke, he came to his senses.

"Uh...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Being so close, he could smell a faint smell of alcohol on the young man. Having worked in the hospital for more than ten years, he was all too familiar with this smell. Doctor?

Do you mean to give him an injection of some kind of "truth serum"?

But as far as he knew, that thing couldn't help with memory!
The doctor was of course Li Yancheng. Seeing that Sun Quanxi seemed dazed again, as if he was thinking about something, he frowned and knocked on the baffle with his fingers.

"Sun Quanxi"

"I'm"

"What are you thinking about? Do you want me to help you remember?"

"Uh... yes," Sun Quanxi nodded, "I... I told the truth, but some things happened too long ago, it's not that I don't want to talk about them, but I really can't remember them.

Some of these things were told to me by my wife, not by me, so my memory is even more vague. You guys…"

Having said that, he turned to look at Lao Xu and Su Xiaotong, and finally his gaze fell on Li Yancheng's face.

"If you want to inject me with truth serum, there is really no need for that. This drug will not help restore fuzzy memories, but may make them more confusing.

I’ve been injected before in training and it didn’t have much effect.”

"Veritaserum?" Li Yancheng raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Why do you think we would inject you with that stuff?"

There are many kinds of truth serums, the most widely used one is called sodium thiopental, which is a barbiturate drug with a garlic-like odor.

The main function of this drug at the beginning was to block the transmission of nerve signals and calm people down. It was widely used as a sleeping pill in the early days.

This drug is highly addictive and overdose is fatal, so few people use it as a sleeping pill now.

Sodium thiopental, a "truth serum", works on a similar principle to alcohol, which is to make people quickly enter a semi-comatose state and then tell the truth.

In fact, friends who often get drunk should all know that what they say at this time may not be the truth, but may just be what they want to say.

There are also many people who use alcohol to do things they would not dare to do when they are sober. It may be more appropriate to say that alcohol makes people crazy, or that alcohol gives cowards courage.

But it’s not right to say that he is unconscious. Who has ever seen a drunk person dare to point at his leader and scold him?

In general, these seemingly mysterious "truth serums" are first of all some short-acting psychiatric drugs with rapid onset of action, and some are hallucinogens with memory flashback effects.

However, these drugs all have a common problem: they have a wide impact area and often act on multiple brain regions simultaneously, so it is difficult to guarantee the objectivity of the content described.

These drugs have a wide range of adverse reactions and even fatal risks.

Therefore, after a long and cruel history of experiments, people have found that the feasibility of using drugs as truth serums is extremely low.

"You are a doctor. I asked you to come and help me recover my memory. Isn't that an injection?"

"Haha, you think too much." Li Yancheng smiled and shook his head.

"I can indeed help you recover your memory, but you don't need to inject any drugs. What I need to point out is that my method has side effects. For example, you will not be able to take care of yourself for a period of time in the future and can only lie in bed without moving.

I am not asking for your opinion, I am just telling you what you are going to face next.”

As he said this, he turned around and took the notebook from the recorder, turning to the page that recorded the thing they wanted to know most.

After taking a quick glance, he asked directly without caring that the man opposite him had already turned very ugly.

"Sun Quanxi, you explained this afternoon that in July 1948, on the eve of Yishun's liberation, your Yishun branch arrested one of our men.

This person's surname was Miao, and he was a clerk in the Yishun County Government at that time."

Faced with the question, Sun Quanxi suppressed the panic about the unknown in his heart and nodded cooperatively.

"Yes, that's what I told you to do."

"But didn't you say before that you were a secret agent assigned to Beihe Station and had no dealings with Yishun Station at all? How did you know about this?"

Li Yancheng closed the notebook in his hand, handed it back to the recorder, looked at Sun Quanxi and asked calmly.

“I didn’t experience this myself. My wife told me about it later when she was free. Yishun was actually in chaos at that time. Many people fled in advance. The person in charge of the Yishun substation at that time…”

"Stop, you've already said all this. It's in our record book. There's no need to repeat it. Just tell me the details your wife gave you when she told you about this matter."

Li Yancheng didn't have time to listen to him talk about the past. Mr. Bai might call him at any time, so he had to deal with things here as soon as possible.

"I remember she told me in great detail, but..." Sun Quanxi frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head and said.

"But I really can't remember the details. I just remember she said she was the recorder at the time."

"That's good to say!" Li Yancheng nodded, then turned and looked at Lao Xu.

"Director, can I start now?"

"Okay, let's get started. Let's make it quick. Don't you have something else to do over there?"

"okay"

As he spoke, Li Yancheng's right hand had already rested on Sun Quanxi's right wrist, which was handcuffed to the table. At the same time, his left hand reached into his trouser pocket, ready to take out the needle bag.

Sun Quanxi looked down at the hand that was taking his pulse in surprise. He really couldn't understand what it was doing.

After taking a look, when he raised his head, he saw the needle bag.

Then I saw that the young man in front of me had retracted his right hand, opened the needle bag, and pulled out four long, shiny needles from it.

"This... this... what are you doing?" Old Sun's words were trembling.

"It helps you remember the things you've forgotten. Don't worry, there's no other feeling involved."

As Sun Quanxi looked at him with fear, Su Xiaotong came over to help hold his head to prevent him from moving around and stabbing the wrong place.

……

Just as Li Yancheng was using a special interrogation method to help Sun Quanxi recall an incident from 20 years ago, Zhang Chuanxiang, the chief of the investigation department of the Third Division, and his men hurried to the forensic autopsy room at Yangchao Funeral Home. "Old Wan, what's going on? What did you mean by saying on the phone that you couldn't find the cause of death?"

As soon as he entered the forensic room, Section Chief Zhang asked with a serious face.

The three departments inspect some important posts in various ministries every year, and they started this year's routine work just after New Year's Day.

The inspection work had just been arranged two days ago, and they received a message from the Second Department that someone had traded a deployment document on some third-line work in the country on the black market in Hong Kong Island.

The people in the second department in Hong Kong took great pains to get a small part of it, which only involved two factories in Sichuan Province.

At first glance, it seemed like nothing was wrong. The factories were right there, and both the factory workers and the local residents were aware of the situation. But after careful analysis, the people from the Hong Kong Island team realized that something was wrong.

The content of this information circulating in the black market of Hong Kong Island is so detailed that it cannot be seen from the surface.

This is just the information of two factories that they saw. There is a lot of information that they didn't get at all. Who knows what else is in there.

Therefore, the Hong Kong team quickly passed the news back to China.

Such detailed information must have been leaked intentionally.

After receiving this news, the Second Department transferred it to the Third Department according to the division of labor.

The three departments immediately launched an investigation under the pretext of a routine review.

The Third Front construction is a multi-department, multi-province and multi-city project, with a special executive office responsible for coordinating the work of various departments and regions.

After seeing the detailed information, the three departments immediately set their sights on this coordination office, because only here could they obtain all the information about the project.

Other departments and locations can only see their own affairs.

But just as the people from the three departments had just moved into the office that was specifically responsible for overall management, the executive deputy director of the office had just held a meeting with his subordinates in the morning, asking them to actively cooperate with the review work.

As a result, the administrator in charge of collecting some files died in the office without any warning that afternoon. That day was Monday, January 5th.

What to do? Check it!
The administrator who died suddenly was named Qin Ping, 33 years old this year. He had been working in the Beijing Archives before being transferred here to work in the 16th year of the founding of the People's Republic of China. His job was to classify archives.

Although he is not very old, he has been working for 16 years and graduated from high school. Not to mention that it was the early days of liberation when he started working, even now he can be considered an intellectual.

Whether it is the Municipal Archives or the current Coordination Office, leaders and colleagues all describe him as honest and conscientious in his work.

When visiting the neighborhood committee and neighbors, the feedback I received was relatively positive, and the family conditions are also pretty good at the moment.

But such a person suddenly died at the beginning of the annual routine review work, which made everyone in the three departments feel confused.

If the death was due to a sudden illness, it would not be a big deal, but after ten days of patient waiting, what resulted was death of unknown cause. How could Section Chief Zhang Chuanxiang not be surprised?

When the people from the Third Department came in, forensic doctor Wan Changwei from the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Forensic Medicine Office was sitting at the table writing something.

After hearing Chief Zhang's question, Forensic Doctor Wan put down the pen in his hand, stood up, raised his hand to push his glasses, and his expression became confused.

"Chief Zhang, it's exactly what it says. We have checked everything we can in the past ten days, and we really can't find the cause of Qin Ping's death."

"Didn't he die of illness?"

"At least we haven't found any signs of disease in any of his organs, and no poison has been found in his blood or stomach."

"Could it be like the last deceased, where someone injected something into his head?"

Zhang Chuanxiang raised his hand and gestured at his head with some hopelessness.

He was talking about the incident last year when Sui Donghe was shot in the back of the head with a syringe and injected with potassium cyanide and died.

Although the test showed that the deceased died of potassium cyanide, the forensic doctors in the room were still struggling to figure out how the drug had entered his body.

Seeing Zhang Chuanxiang's movements, Forensic Doctor Wan slowly shook his head and said, "Chief Zhang, didn't I say that no toxic substances were found in the deceased's body?

If he really died of poisoning, even if we can't find out how he was poisoned, we can still test it out. Now it's time to check everything, and we can't find the cause of his death.

It gives me the feeling of..."

At this point, Forensic Doctor Wan stopped, a strange look appeared on his face, and he was a little hesitant, as if he didn't know what to say next.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Zhang Chuanxiang curiously asked: "Lao Wan, please finish what you are saying. What do you feel?"

"Well, let's put it this way. If Qin Ping hadn't confirmed that there were no signs of life at the time, and corpse spots had appeared at the same time, it would have felt like he was asleep."

Hearing him say this, Zhang Chuanxiang from the Third Department curled his lips helplessly.

If he really fell asleep and was mistaken for death and then dissected, that would be really funny, and they would all be in big trouble.

Fortunately, that is not the case.

"Old Wan, let's not talk about these nonsense. Based on your own experience, how did Qin Ping most likely die?"

"I can't judge." Forensic doctor Wan Changwei waved his hands hurriedly.

It has been more than ten years since he switched from being a surgeon to a forensic doctor. Whether he was a doctor in the hospital or worked as a forensic doctor, he has seen at least eight hundred people die in various ways.

But this is the first time I have encountered a case where no cause of death could be found.

Over the past ten days, he and his colleagues have tried every possible method and sent all the test results to the laboratory, but the result was nothing.

This can't help but make people feel a little numb.

Looking at the anxious look of Section Chief Zhang, it was clear that they had not found any clues. In this situation, he didn't dare to say anything more, for fear that his words would mislead others' investigation direction.

Seeing that Forensic Doctor Wan was unwilling to say more, Zhang Chuanxiang smacked his lips. He could understand the other person's concerns, so he didn't force him any further. After talking for a few more words, he left the autopsy room.

It has been ten days, and other people from the coordination office have completed the investigation. No problems can be seen on the surface, and the private investigation has not found anything unusual.

The investigation into Qin Ping did not stop. Whether it was his home, his activities before his death, or the friends he interacted with, all of them were investigated openly or covertly.

Didn't find anything unusual at all.

The problem now is that if we dissect someone's body and cannot give any reasonable explanation to the family, this matter will not end well.

"Section Chief"

As he and his subordinates walked to the car, one of them suddenly shouted.

"Ok?"

"Should we ask Section Chief Li Yancheng from the First Division to help us?"

"Can you please help me, Chief Li?" Zhang Chuanxiang had just put his hand on the car door handle and was about to open the door, but he paused after hearing his subordinate's words.

He turned around and looked at the subordinate who was speaking with a surprised look on his face and asked, "What do we need him to do for us? We can't possibly ask him to interrogate everyone in the coordination office, right?"

The leak must have occurred in the Coordination Office. This was unanimously agreed upon by all three departments, and the bureau leaders also recognized their judgment.

But there are dozens of people in the coordination office. If all of them were interrogated using that special method, not to mention whether the leaders of the headquarters would approve it, even the bureau would not agree to it. This is not investigating the case, this is crazy.

If they really dare to do this, they will be killed by attacks from the outside world.

"Of course not an interrogation." The subordinate hurriedly shook his head: "Isn't Section Chief Li's medical skills very good? I mean to ask Section Chief Li to come and see if he can figure out how Qin Ping died.

We can't just leave it like this without any explanation. This morning, Qin Ping's wife came to the office to ask about the situation."

After hearing what his subordinates said, Zhang Chuanxiang withdrew his hand, turned around and leaned against the car door. He reached out and took out a cigarette, threw one to each of his three subordinates, lit one for himself, and let out a long sigh.

Yes, we have to give an explanation to the family.

The case on their hands could not be delayed any longer.

Can you ask Li Yancheng to come and check the body...

His eyes fell on the forensic autopsy room where a light was on in the darkness.

He was a little worried that the forensic doctors in the public security forensic department might have other ideas.

But then he stopped thinking about it. The case was the most important thing, and there was no need to consider what other people thought.

"You're right. Let's go back and contact the first place."

Zhang Chuanxiang shook his head, turned around, opened the passenger door and sat in.

……

At the same time, in another place, after the unconscious Sun Quanxi was carried to the holding room, Li Yancheng and the other three walked out of the interrogation room.

The expressions on the three people's faces did not become more relaxed than before.

The questions that needed to be asked have been asked clearly, but one of the most core issues has not yet been resolved.

Now they understood that the death of the superior at that time, according to what Sun Quanxi heard from his wife, had nothing to do with the surviving old comrade.

However, the identity of this old comrade still cannot be confirmed.

If Sun Quanxi had not heard some words from his wife, he would not have known many of the people at the Yishun branch.

The fundamental question was not answered, and Li Yancheng and the other three were not in a good mood.

After coming out of the interrogation room, Su Xiaotong sighed a little depressed, took out a cigarette and gave one to each person.

"There's nothing we can do. This may be Old Jiao's fate. Let's not talk about this anymore. Yan Cheng, how is Old Bai doing? Why did you think of taking on such a difficult task?"

Because of the work at hand, Su Xiaotong had no time to ask these two days, but today he finally asked the doubts in his heart.

(End of this chapter)