My girlfriend is from 1949

Inside the police station's interrogation room.

Tian Guorong and Xiao Liu sat behind the desk, with a wooden chair placed 3 meters in front of them.

On either side of the interrogation room, two soldiers stood ramrod straight, holding submachine guns.

With this level of intensity, whether it floats on water or flies over grass, once it comes, it won't be able to escape.

Chen Huai'an and Lin Wan sat to the side watching the excitement.

Lin Wan sat upright with her small hands resting flat on her lap, showing great discipline.

However, the expression on her pretty face was somewhat complicated.

I remember a year ago, she was arrested and interrogated in this building for writing a "reactionary" report criticizing the reactionary government.

The charge against her at the time was that she was suspected of being a communist sympathizer.

Of course, it's just a suspicion.

At the time, democrats were all criticizing the reactionary government.

Otherwise, the principal wouldn't have been so enraged that he ordered the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics to quietly eliminate these democrats.

If it weren't for the underground party members rescuing them in time, they would probably have already fallen victim to the reactionaries!

Therefore, when Lin Wan wrote the critical report, it was only regarded as an expression of dissatisfaction, or as someone who had received money from the underground party.

I never doubted that she was a member of the underground Communist Party.

After all, her resume is just too impressive!

She comes from a good family, has studied abroad, and has connections in Shanghai.

Who would have thought that such a promising young girl was actually a member of the underground Communist Party?

Therefore, during the interrogation, torture was not used as if the underground party members were being treated.

The prospect of becoming a top journalist also made them somewhat wary.

Moreover, less than half an hour after being taken into the interrogation room, Manager Lu came to bail him out.

They haven't even gotten to the point of using torture yet!

Today, I returned to the interrogation room, but my identity had been reversed, and I couldn't help but feel emotional.

She wouldn't have come if the man next to her hadn't been so enthusiastic about recording this historic moment.

Chen Huai'an was not sitting in a chair at this moment, but was adjusting the angle of the camera.

They even used a tripod to record the interrogation footage.

This was a real interrogation of a spy, and it has great historical significance.

If future historians could watch this extremely meaningful video...

I reckon... he'll go crazy!

Who could believe that ultra-high definition, 38 megapixels, and color video recordings could exist in 800!

If you actually showed it, people would definitely think it was filmed in a movie studio.

Click~.

The interrogation room door opened, and the prisoner walked in.

Jin Qianzi, wearing handcuffs, was made to sit on a wooden chair.

The two escorting soldiers, carrying submachine guns, retreated to the gate.

Instantly, the atmosphere in the interrogation room became heavy.

Xiao Liu asked in a serious voice, "Name, code name...!"

After being asked several questions, Jin Qianzi remained nonchalant.

He leaned back in his chair, showing no intention of answering at all.

boom!

Xiao Liu slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Get your facts straight! I advise you not to put up any more futile resistance!"

Jin Qianzi glanced at it sideways and said casually, "Isn't it just a police station? I used to be in there all the time before Liberation for beating people. I know it well."

"You~!" Xiao Liu was at a loss for words, taken aback by this stubborn attitude.

He was still too young. He had a strong sense of righteousness, but how could he possibly compete with a seasoned agent like Jin Qianzi?

Tian Guorong patted Xiao Liu's hand, signaling him not to get angry.

He picked up the cigarettes on the table, got up, and walked over.

He offered her a cigarette: "Want one?"

Jin Qianzi took the cigarette and put it in his mouth, looking arrogant.

Snapped!

A transparent plastic lighter made a crisp sound, and when the burning flame was handed to him, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

This is the first time I've ever seen such a transparent lighter.

This disposable lighter was a gift from Chen Huai'an; it was very cheap.

However, during the Republic of China era, it would have been an extremely rare and valuable item!

Its transparent appearance made it stand out from the crowd, at least in this era.

Tian Guorong fiddled with his lighter and said, "We're already here, there's no point in you trying to fight it out any longer."

Jin Qianzi curled his lip, shook his head with a roguish look, and said, "Our gang is registered, what right do you police have to arrest me?"

There are currently more than 400 registered gangs of various sizes in Shanghai.

Tian Guorong said with a smile, "Jin Qianzi, you're a secret agent planted by the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. We wouldn't arrest you without sufficient evidence!"

Jin Qianzi's expression changed, but he quickly regained his composure and denied it through gritted teeth: "My name is not Jin Qianzi, and I don't know what you're talking about! You're arresting people like this without authorization; I'm going to sue you!"

Their attitude was firm, making it clear they were determined to deny it to the end.

These spies were already familiar with the policy and knew they wouldn't be subjected to torture like they had, which is why they stubbornly refused to admit it.

Tian Guorong was not angry, but said calmly, "Your other accomplices are being interrogated in the next room. It doesn't matter whether you talk or not, as long as they confess."

Of course, if you tell us now, we can give you a chance to confess.

If you remain stubborn and refuse to listen, others will pin the blame on you, and then you won't even have a chance to protest.

Tian Guorong wasn't in a hurry. He sat down in a chair, seemingly giving him time to consider.

Jin Qianzi frowned, taking puffs of his cigarette.

Now, if we just hold out, the other side might not have any evidence and might have to release us, or someone else might confess and our spy identity would be confirmed, putting us in jail or even dead!

I'm torn between taking a gamble and lying through the cracks, or confessing and getting the lenient treatment.

I didn't realize it until I burned my hand with a cigarette butt.

Just as I was struggling with this decision, the interrogation room door was pushed open.

A soldier placed a file folder on the table: "Section Chief, Liu Mazi has confessed!"

When Jin Qianzi heard the nickname "Liu Mazi", his heart skipped a beat.

Tian Guorong picked up the file bag but did not open it immediately.

Looking at Jin Qianzi across from him, he said seriously, "I'll give you one last chance. If you confess before I open the bag, it will be considered that you're doing it voluntarily. If you don't cherish this last chance, then you can't blame anyone else."

As he spoke, he slowly untied the string binding the document bag.

The movements were slow, but in Jin Qianzi's eyes, it was torture.

Just as the rope was untied, he finally gave up the idea of ​​getting away with it.

After all, if the statements in the folder are true, it doesn't matter whether you speak up or not.

This is the last chance to reduce the penalty; if you miss it, you might really regret it.

His expression shifted several times, and he gritted his teeth as he asked, "If I tell you, will I be spared?"

Tian Guorong stopped what he was doing and smiled, "Then we'll see how useful the information you provide is."

After a moment of hesitation, Jin Qianzi gritted his teeth and spoke.

"My code name is Jinqianzi, my superior is Wang Jinxiang, and he is a confidant of the station chief Xu Hongchuan!"

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