My spy diary

Chapter 349 Interrogation (please vote)

"Mr. Luo, we had no choice, haha." He Shangyou smiled hypocritically and waved his hand without hesitation.

As soon as he finished speaking, two ferocious thugs came up with a bucket of boiling hot water and poured it on Luo Wenjian's head.

A shrill scream suddenly rang out, making people's scalps tingle and their hair stand on end.

Zhang Yi frowned as he watched: "Isn't it a bit too serious? What if someone dies?"

He Shangyou disagreed and said, "Strong medicine is used for serious illnesses. A diehard like him will die if he dies. If we can squeeze something out of him, it will be a pleasant surprise."

Zhang Yi didn't know what to say. He felt heavy-hearted as he looked at Luo Wenjian who was screaming in agony.

The cruelty and brutality of torture is hard to describe in words. It makes anyone who watches it feel their scalp tingle, not to mention how much pain the victim endures.

However, torture using water and fire (scalding with boiling water, burning with iron fire), pouring chili water, drilling and piercing nails, electric shock, etc. are commonplace in detention centers and interrogation rooms.

Luo Wenjian's whole body trembled and twitched uncontrollably, his face was distorted, and his skin, which had been scalded by the hot water, took on an abnormal color and emitted wisps of hot air. The clothes that stuck to his body soon began to bleed.

But the thug showed no mercy on his face, and did not give him any chance to breathe. He directly pressed a red-hot iron on his chest.

In an instant, accompanied by the sound of sizzling oil, a pungent burnt smell spread.

Luo Wenzhang's body twitched violently, he roared, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fainted.

He Shangyou said gloomily: "Wake him up."

A basin of cold water was poured on him and the thugs pulled his hair roughly. Luo Wenjian struggled to wake up, his pale face full of fatigue. He had been tortured to the point of being barely breathing.

But the pain did not make him give in. He endured the severe pain, raised his head, stared at He Shangyou with hatred and contempt, and said resolutely:

“…Don’t dream. I won’t tell you anything. If you dare, just kill me.”

"A dead duck has a tough mouth."

He Shangyou was so angry that he slammed the table, stood up, walked forward, picked up a branding iron, and poked it hard on Luo Wenxuan's belly.

"what!"

Luo Wenjian couldn't help but let out a scream of pain, his body twitched even more violently, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like rain...

But the contempt in his eyes became stronger and stronger. He gritted his teeth, and a mouthful of blood foam smeared on He Shangyou's face, and laughed:
"You, the executioner, shall not die a good death."

"You bastard." He Shangyou hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe the dirt off his face. His face became more and more ferocious. He picked up the branding iron and hit Luo Wenxuan on the head. Blood gushed out in an instant.

"Director He, he is deliberately provoking you, don't be angry." Zhang Yi hurriedly stepped forward to hold down the wolf, "Treat him first, and then we'll try him later. Don't really kill him."

"He got it easy. Drag him away!" He Shangyou groaned angrily and said to the thugs, "Take the next one away."

"Do you want to continue the interrogation? How about taking a breath and resting for a while?"

"Strike while the iron is hot. Boss Dai is still waiting for the confession." He Shangyou smacked his lips and sat back behind the interrogation table.

"I hope the next one is a coward." Zhang Yi sighed and picked up the information of another person.

Guo Jianyi, deputy secretary of the Sichuan-Kang Special Committee.

Soon, Guo Jianyi was dragged up. He was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a pair of myopic glasses and looking weak.

He was also covered in wounds and blood.

He Shangyou has calmed down at this moment. He picked up Guo Jianyi's information and examined it, then said leisurely:
"Should I call you Guo Jianyi or Liu Wenqiang?"

Guo Jianyi smiled contemptuously and said nothing.

He Shangyou stared at him and said, "Whether you are Guo Jianyi or Liu Wenqiang, you are not as lucky as others. One of these two identities must be true, right?"

Guo Jianyi smiled and said, "So what?"

He Shangyou also laughed, but did not give a direct answer. He shook Guo Jianyi's information and said, "You joined the Red Party in 32. You are an old party member."

Guo Jianyi frowned, not understanding what was going on. Zhang Yi, who was sitting beside him in silence, felt heavy-hearted. Could it be that there was information that he had not yet mastered?
I only heard He Shangyou sighing slowly:
“Being old has advantages and disadvantages.

Once you have enough seniority, you can submit a report to apply for marriage. With your qualifications, you should have a wife and children, right?

Hey, in our line of work, this is a burden, a gentle burden, right?"

Hearing him say this, Guo Jianyi's face turned ugly.

He Shangyou looked at him with pity and said, "Some people always think he is very smart, but you really underestimate us.

We followed Guo Jianyi's information and naturally found nothing.

But Liu Wenqiang's identity brought him great benefits. The files said that his wife and children were killed by the Japanese, but I don't believe it. Some things are full of loopholes when you take them seriously, just like the lies in your files.

Coincidentally, an hour ago, I received a telegram that our people in Chengdu followed this clue and finally found a mother and son in the countryside of Chengdu. Although the conditions in the countryside are a bit difficult, it is safer than leaving them in the open.

I am telling you now so that you don’t have to worry, our people will protect them well for you.”

Guo Jianyi's body trembled slightly.

He Shangyou paused, looked at him, and continued:
"Of course, if you need, I can have someone send them over right now, it'll only take a few hours."

Zhang Yi sighed inwardly and began to worry about Guo Jianyi.

He stared at He Shangyou with a gloomy face and said, "Everyone has his own responsibility. What I did has nothing to do with them. It's nothing to attack women and children."

He Shangyou sighed with grievance, "Yes, the disaster will not affect my wife and children. This is the code of conduct in the underworld, and I understand it.

But Mr. Guo, this is politics, this is a struggle, a life-and-death fight, not the killing in the underworld. If you are so naive, it will make me look down on you.

Tell me, as long as you hand over what I want, I promise not to touch your wife and children. "

Guo Jianyi stared at him with a gloomy face, his eyes full of worry.

Zhang Yi felt very upset, but he couldn't do anything at the moment. He slammed the table and shouted, "Speak or not?"

As he spoke, he stood up, took a few iron sticks from the interrogation rack, tested their sharpness in his hands, and looked at Guo Jianyi coldly:
"Don't have any illusions. This is the headquarters of the Military Intelligence Bureau, the Wanglongmen Detention Center, not the Chengdu Police Station. Once you enter this place, I have a hundred ways to make you confess.

You should decide whether to cooperate or to resist stubbornly. Don't let your wife and children see you like this. They will tell you sooner or later. Why bother?
I'll give you one minute to think about it, or I'll drive the sticks into your fingers and bones, making your life worse than death."

Zhang Yi was holding the iron skewer with a ferocious look on his face. His joints turned from blue to white and made a creaking sound of friction. To outsiders, it looked like a hungry wolf facing its prey, ready to pounce on it and take a bite.

But in fact, he was thinking in his heart that Guo Jianyi could be like his namesake, a little more resolute and decisive, and rush forward and end his life.

Although this is cruel, sacrificing oneself to protect the organization is a kind of relief, and the sacrifice is worth it.

But Guo Jianyi did not understand Zhang Yi's intention at all. He trembled all over, looked flustered, struggled, and roared:

"Don't hurt my family."

"It's not up to you."

He Shangyou walked up, looked down at him, smiled coldly, turned to Zhang Yi and said:

"Chief Zhang, I think we should stop wasting time. For people like this, punching themselves is not as painful as punching others.

It is better to escort his family here and torture his wife and children first."

"No, please don't hurt my family." Guo Jianyi had already collapsed. He screamed like a madman: "I'm going to tell you everything I know."

"Hmph, if I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place." Zhang Yi threw the iron skewer fiercely on the rack, hiding his inner sadness and anger, and shouted sternly: "Speak."

Guo Jianyi panted and said in a trembling voice, "Walk west from my doorstep. There is a big banyan tree with a tree hole on the wall. The information of the courier was transmitted from there."

He Shangyou frowned and said, "You've been arrested, and all the people in your organization have been relocated. You know the dead mailbox is useless. Say something useful."

"Let me think about it." Guo Jianyi said anxiously, "Does a courier count? His name is Lu Jie, he's a local, and his cover identity is a waiter at Sichun Restaurant, which is one of our bases."

"Yes, of course!" He Shangyou was overjoyed and quickly called his secretary:

"Send a telegram to the Military Control Commission's Sichuan-Kang District Chief immediately to destroy this stronghold."

"Yes." The secretary asked with a flattering look on his face:
"Let's use the radio in Room A. Mr. Dai is still waiting for your good news."

"Okay, let's use the radio in Room A." He Shangyou glanced at Zhang Yi with a smug look on his face. He finally got the confession from the spy. Everyone in the office would know that it was all his credit.

For Zhang Yi, today is an extremely difficult day.

Back in the office, he slumped in his chair alone with a gloomy look on his face.

If you advance, you die heroically; if you retreat, you live shamefully.

Recalling today's interrogation scenes of Luo Wenzhang and Guo Jianyi, one of them was ready to die and kept the secret, while the other was afraid of death and struggled to survive, the vivid scenes kept rolling and surging in his mind, making him exhausted.

I don't know how much time had passed, but the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Zhang Yi picked up the phone and heard He Shangyou's secretary excitedly say:

"Chief Zhang, the mission is accomplished. Director He invites you to attend the celebration banquet tonight."

Zhang Yi asked calmly, "So fast? Did you catch him?"

“Hehe, that Lu Jie is just a wimp, he told everything after being arrested.

The Military and Central Bureau of Investigation and Police in Chengdu once again took joint action and arrested 32 members of the Red Party and left-wing elements in one fell swoop. It is said that blood flowed like a river.

"Great, we finally caught them all."

"That's right. I heard that Boss Dai has asked people to count the merits and commend, promote and reward all the agents who participated in the anti-Red operation. Chief Zhang, you can't be absent tonight."

"Really? What a pity that I haven't accomplished anything."

Zhang Yi pretended to sigh, "Please tell Director He that I won't be going."

"Ah? How can this be possible?"

"That's it." Zhang Yi hung up the phone without waiting for him to reply, got up and went into the bathroom.

Turn on the faucet and water will flow out continuously from the faucet.

He scooped up the cold tap water and splashed it on his face several times. This was the only way he could stay calm.

Slowly wiping his face with a towel, Zhang Yi thought for a moment, then picked up the phone and dialed a number:
"Come to my office right now."

Soon, Monkey and Qian Xiaosan knocked on the door and came in.

"District Chief."

Zhang Yi asked directly: "Are there any movements between Wang Ruijun and Kimura Ichiro?"

"Wang Ruijun has not come out since he returned to the Central Bureau of Investigation, but Kimura Ichiro has disguised himself and started activities again."

"Oh?"

"He just went to the vegetable market and the paint market. I guess he was buying ingredients for the potion.

From this reasoning, he doesn’t have this kind of ready-made developer, and I have arranged for people to keep an eye on all the stores where the developer can be purchased.”

"No more waiting, if we delay something bad may happen." Zhang Yi interrupted him and said:

"Since we can't solve the secret of the address book, let Kimura Ichiro tell us."

"This" Monkey and Qian Xiaosan looked at each other. Didn't they say to play the long game and catch the big fish?

How could they know that Zhang Yi wanted to kill someone at this moment.

"You know what? Just now in Wanglongmen Detention Center, the so-called iron wall of the Red Party was also arrested. No matter how cunning Kimura Ichiro is, I don't believe he is tougher than the Red Party." Zhang Yi explained, paused, and then said:
"Gather your forces immediately and close the net immediately."

Seeing that Zhang Yi had made up his mind, Monkey nodded and said, "We have both manpower and vehicles ready, so we can set off now."

"Avoid violent attacks and try to capture them alive,"

"Yes, what about Wang Ruijun?"

"Same catch."

"Yes."

The bustling vegetable market was crowded with people buying calendars, Spring Festival couplets, blessing characters, and vegetables.

The New Year is coming soon, and everywhere is crowded with people buying and selling New Year's goods.

Ichiro Kimura, who was in disguise, was one of them, but he did not come to buy New Year's goods, but alum.

At this moment, he was wandering among the crowd with his neck shrunk, glancing at a shop not far away.

Little did he know that there was a pair of eyes in the crowd staring at him.

Ichiro Kimura stopped at a stall selling Chinese characters for good fortune, picked one up and looked at it carefully.

The stalker behind him followed from a distance, carefully observing his every move.

At this moment, he glanced and found that a stall on the right was selling cotton-padded jackets. He walked over, put down a few banknotes, grabbed a khaki cotton-padded jacket that was completely different in color from the clothes he was wearing and put it on. He also changed the gray felt hat on his head into a black one.

Ichiro Kimura was still admiring the word "Fu" as his stalker floated past him on the street behind him.

After stopping for a while, Ichiro Kimura bought a pair of Chinese characters for "Fu". He glanced around and walked straight to the shop selling alum.

He had just lifted the cotton curtain of the shop and was about to walk in when he suddenly stopped and glanced back out of habit.

Just then, he noticed a man with his back to him across the street, wearing a black hat and reading a newspaper. He was wearing a pair of gray cloth shoes with wet toes.

He was slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered that he had caught a glimpse of a hunched figure when he was strolling on the street ahead. Although the man's clothes and hat had changed, his shoes were still on his feet.

Ichiro Kimura's face looked a little unhappy. He didn't expect that even though he was so carefully disguised, he was still followed by someone. Was it someone from the Military Control Commission?
When did they target me?

He thought about it quickly and his face suddenly turned gloomy. He realized that something went wrong with Wang Ruijun.

After a pause, he turned around decisively, took out his pistol, and pulled the trigger at the stalker.

Now that we have been exposed, we have no choice but to fight for our life.

……

(End of this chapter)