The charm of spy wars lies in the tricks of life

Chapter 225 Urine is almost the same as water

Chapter 225 Urine is almost the same as water
Li Caidan felt a mix of emotions as she felt the warmth and breadth of the man's chest.

The orders from superiors are not to be disobeyed.

Those who disobey will die!

Tonight, this man will be injured, and afterwards, he will face the exposure of his identity as the three-petaled cherry blossom.

The two cuddled for a while before Li Caidan left the office.

The General Affairs Department staff began notifying the Intelligence Department staff about their pay at 7:00 AM.

The roll call for salary distribution will begin at 9:00 AM.

Shen Liushu frowned, pondering every step, checking for any mistakes or errors.

I stroked it over and over again.

Zhou Lisheng will probably detain me and then use me.

Now is a crucial moment in the battle against the Japanese Special Higher Police, and he cannot afford to leave familiar talents idle.

The only person who could accidentally kill the Shanghai female spy in "365" is herself.

This experience gave me greater confidence.

It's 8 o'clock.

Shen Liushu walked out of the office, went to the car, got in, and drove towards the bureau's private warehouse.

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Wen Xiansi arrived at the director's office and respectfully greeted, "Director."

Zhou Lisheng's face was ashen: "How is the interrogation going?" His voice was low.

Wen Xiansi shook his head: "There's been no progress."

Zhou Lisheng stared intently, his expression gentle: "Interrogating Wei Xiong requires skill."

"Interrogation itself is an art."

"It's not just about asking the right questions, but also about observing their reactions."

"We also need to play hard to get."

"Once you understand it thoroughly, you'll find it to be incredibly ingenious."

"To deal with someone as outstanding as Wei Xiong, you need to have the patience of a saint."

"Start by developing things that seem meaningless and unrelated."

"Then the scenes unfold in a series of interconnected sequences."

"You will hear the real voice."

"There is no need for him to personally admit that he is a Japanese spy, or that he is an innocent person loyal to the party and the country."

"I don't need definite results, I just need to know if he is a Japanese spy?"
"If the voice you hear isn't right, then just let him go."

"Stop using torture." The voice was slow and gentle.

Wen Xiansi listened attentively, racking his brains to figure out what the leader was thinking.

Leaders never say what's on their mind; they only tell a small part and keep the rest to themselves.

The rest is up to the subordinates to guess.

The bureau chief thinks Wei Xiong is a talented person and cherishes his talent.
Saintly patience? Or is it about speeding things up?
You don't need Wei Xiong's words; you just need to find the answer yourself.

Wen Xiansi pondered for a moment, his expression respectful: "Yes, Director."

After leaving the bureau chief's office, they soon arrived at the interrogation room where Wei Xiong was being held.

The gloomy sky made the entire interrogation room pitch black, with only some light coming from the windows.

Only one lamp shone on Wei Xiong.

Wen Xiansi looked at Wei Xiong with a calm expression and a peaceful gaze.

Wei Xiong looked haggard, his eyes had lost their color, and a streak of bright red blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

A recorder and a notebook were placed on the table.

Wen Xiansi didn't speak, but gestured for the others to leave.

First, take out a cigarette and light it.

"Section Chief Wei, the Director is lenient and, considering your many years of service, will not use torture on you."

"If you want to leave, you'll have to talk to me honestly," he said slowly, puffing out a cloud of smoke.

In the empty room, the deep sound was like ripples on water, a gentle, clear stream.

Wei Xiong shook his head; the light was very uncomfortable.

Wen Xiansi glanced at Wei Xiong: "Let's talk about what you know about your wife first."

Wei Xiong looked up at Wen Xiansi and asked in a hoarse, weak voice, "Can I have some water?"

Wen Xiansi's face remained calm: "Urine and water are about the same."

Wei Xiong glanced at Wen Xiansi and closed his eyes.

He was so tired and thirsty.

Seeing Wei Xiong's disdainful expression, Wen Xiansi said, "Don't be disdainful. When you're so thirsty, you'll naturally drink it."

"And you'll find it sweet and thirst-quenching."

"The bureau chief isn't in a hurry now."

"I can spend a few days, a few weeks, or a few months."

"I don't mind the time. Shall we start with your wife? Or should I come back tomorrow?"

Wei Xiong gave a bitter smile: "You really are a son of a bitch."

"Okay, I'll talk to you."

His plump face was deathly pale, and the bloodshot veins in his large, double-lidded eyes were very noticeable under the light.

The taste of blood and gore was bitter.

"On the 27th day of the second month of the lunar calendar in the 17th year of the Republic of China, the sun shone brightly."

"The weather is exceptionally good."

"When the Japanese cultural exchange delegation came to Nanjing, I was in charge of their security."

"There was a girl in the crowd who caught my eye."

She was wearing a navy blue kimono embroidered with light pink cherry blossoms, with a matching brocade sash around her waist.

Her long, black hair hung smoothly down her back.

"A delicate silver hairpin was tucked into her hair, the tip of which was a blooming white magnolia flower, swaying gently with her steps."

"When I met her, I developed an obsession with getting this Japanese woman.

"I looked up her information, and her name is Chiyo Mie."

"I don't have a chance to meet during the day because I'm busy with work."

"At the opening banquet..."

Wen Xiansi listened to these words and compared them with Qian Rou's testimony.

Qian Rou first met Wei Xiong at a banquet.

Wei Xiong noticed Qian Rou earlier.

"Ding-a-ling." "Ding-a-ling."

Wen Xiansi glanced at the phone behind her.

She got up and picked up the phone: "Hello."

"Hello, Director, a lady just called you. She said her surname is Zhou."

"I need your help with something."

"I told her I would pass on the message to you."

Wen Xiansi hung up the phone, a smile appearing on his face, and then dialed another number.

The woman's surname is Zhou, Zhou Manli.

His hands trembled slightly as he dialed the number, revealing his urgency.

After a few beeps, the call connected, and a magnetic female voice came from the other end.

"Hello, is this Xian Si?"

Wen Xiansi's heart tightened, and he suddenly stopped, as if he were suffocating.

She involuntarily took a step forward: "Sister Manli, it's me, it's Xian Si."

"My secretary told me you wanted to see me."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. Wen Xiansi felt a little nervous, wondering if Sister Manli didn't want to ask for her help again.

"Xian Si, I don't want Liu Xiong and Li Sheng to be involved in this matter."

"It's because Shen Liushu and I have some things to resolve."

"Regarding the smuggling of goods."

"Shen Liushu saved my life after all, and I don't want Lisheng to use orders to pressure him."

"I'd like you to bring some men with me to the warehouse to discuss the goods."

Wen Xiansi quickly replied, "Okay, Sister Manli, I'll be right there."

After hanging up, dial the number directly.

Got connected quickly.

"Hello. This is Wen Xiansi, reporting on my observations."

"Director, everything is as usual, except for yesterday afternoon."

"Shen Liushu arrived at Zhou Manli's house yesterday afternoon."

The two got into an argument, but it was impossible to hear why.
"However, Shen Liushu left with a cold face."