Cicada Moving

Chapter 12 Interrogation

Zuo Zhong pretended to look down at the file, wanting to wait for He Yijun to wait and see what would happen to her, but He Yijun didn't react at all. His eyes were staring straight at the cement wall, lifeless, like a dead person.

Seeing that he had gained nothing, Zuo Zhong suddenly asked seriously: "Excuse me, Miss He, why is there no circumstantial evidence in your information? Where are your parents, relatives and friends? Our people did not find the address in your information. You need to explain. "

"My parents died the year before last, and my classmates, teachers, friends, and neighbors are all dead. No one can prove what I said. If you don't believe it, just shoot me." He Yijun remained expressionless.

kindness? Zuo Zhong put down his pen and leaned on the back of the chair, lit a cigarette and looked at He Yijun. He did not speak. Song Minghao and Wu Chunyang did not dare to speak. The interrogation room was quiet.

 “Can you tell me what’s going on?”

After a long time, Zuo Zhong blew out a puff of smoke and looked at He Yijun. Regardless of whether it was true or false, even if it was immoral and unwilling, he had to ask.

He Yijun was silent for a while and said: "My parents are from Rehe and have been doing business in Shenyang a long time ago. I came to my uncle's house to visit relatives the year before last. The Japanese entered Shenyang that year and killed all the people in the street and burned everything. thing."

She was just telling someone else's story: "I had nowhere to go and I didn't want to be dependent on anyone, so my uncle recommended me to be a service worker. Do you have anything else to ask?"

The year before last, which was the 20th year of the Republic of China, the Japanese blew up the tracks of the South Manchuria Railway built by Japan near Liutiao Lake in Shenyang, and blamed it on the Chinese army. The Japanese army used this as an excuse to invade Shenyang, and then successively occupied the Northeast region.

 In later generations or in Jinling, this is just a piece of text and a piece of news, but for more than 30 million compatriots, it is unforgettable hatred and pain.

Zuo Zhong seemed to have something in his throat and wanted to vent it out. Song Minghao and Wu Chunyang also put down their pens, not knowing what to say.

 After a while, Zuo Zhong suppressed his anger and said, "Ms. He, we will prove your words through other means. Thank you for your cooperation. You can go out now."

He Yijun was taken out, and Zuo Zhong patted the table: "Those who act like dogs are all beasts."

"Oh, team leader, there are too many such things. My wife's relatives also fled from the Northeast, and there is nothing to mention about the things the Japanese did." Song Minghao sighed.

“No more talking, let’s get down to business. The next one is Gu Lan.”

Zuo Zhong told himself that he should hurry up and find the spies. This would be the best memorial to the innocent victims.

Gu Lan was brought in. She was an ordinary woman with a face full of vicissitudes of life. She did not look like someone in her twenties at all.

Zuo Zhong noticed her rough hands, which were consistent with her status as a cleaner. Her helplessness showed her panic.

However, Zuo Zhong felt that he had seen it wrong. When Gu Lan saw him, there was a hint of hatred in his eyes.

 Yes, hatred, although fleeting.

If it’s panic, disdain or avoidance are normal, but why hatred? Could she be a spy? But do the Japanese have any grudges against him? Zuo Zhong was full of doubts.

 Opening Gu Lan's file again, everything is very clear. His father was a scholar in Chuzhou. He was relatively wealthy when he was a child. Later, his family fell into poverty and he made a living as a servant.

She suddenly disappeared in the 16th year of the Republic of China. According to her, she was abducted and sold to the mountains in the southwest. She escaped and returned to her hometown in the 21st year. She found that her relatives and friends were gone, so she came to Jinling.

Later, I met Xie Jiuwen, the major battalion commander who was also from Chuzhou. Xie Jiuwen's wife fell ill and passed away a few years ago. After they met, they got married and had no children.

Zuo Zhong tapped the table with his pen, haha, the time when Gu Lan disappeared was very sensitive, it was the 16th year of the Republic of China.

If she left for some unspeakable reason, that would be normal.

Of course, this was just Zuo Zhong's guess, and he couldn't ask her directly. After thinking for a while, Zuo Zhong started to ask Gu Lan, but it was mostly about daily life and work.

Song Minghao didn't know why, so he pushed Zuo Zhong quietly: "Team leader, I don't think there is anything wrong with this woman. What can she do? Even being a mother is too tacky."

Zuo Zhong glanced at him and ignored him, and continued to ask: "Mrs. Xie, I have a question I don't know whether to talk about or not."

“Sir, please ask.” Gu Lan glanced at Zuo Zhong cautiously, looking nervous.

"Haha, don't be afraid. Why don't you and Camp Commander Xie have a child? Camp Commander Xie is not young anymore. As the saying goes, there are three ways to be unfilial and the worst is not having a descendant." Zuo Zhong seemed to be chatting about family matters, very gossipy.

Wu Chunyang looked at the confession in his hand and felt very embarrassed. He didn't know whether he should write it or whether he would be scolded if he handed it in.

“Sir, Lao Xie was injured on the battlefield and his life was saved, but” Gu Lan was angry and ashamed, not knowing what the young officer in front of him wanted to ask.

"Oh, hahaha, it's my brother and I was rude. In what year did Battalion Commander Xie get injured? He didn't even find a doctor to see him." Zuo Zhong didn't feel embarrassed at all and continued to gossip.

No matter how good-tempered Gu Lan was, he was a little angry. He replied stiffly: "It has been three or four years and it has been useless to see a German doctor. Sir, what on earth are you asking? Why humiliate a poor man like me?"

Well, Zuo Zhong couldn’t help but want to applaud this eldest sister’s acting skills when she was scared when they first met, cautious when asking questions, relaxed when talking about life, and started to get angry when talking about painful points.

All of this, combined with the time when Xie Jiuwen was injured, Zuo Zhong was sure that Gu Lan was an underground party. The trace of hatred was because her comrades died in front of her, and the culprit was wearing the same military uniform as him. After returning to this era for so long, Zuo Zhong finally met the underground party. He felt like he had found home for a while. In this era, only the familiar name of the underground party could give him a sense of familiarity.

Suppressing his excitement, Zuo Zhong suddenly realized that Gu Lan was probably also proficient in shooting, so he used his identity as a cleaner to cover up, so that it would be normal to have calluses on his hands.

Since it might be an underground party, Zuo Zhong didn't want Song Minghao and the others to pay too much attention to Gu Lan, so he said, "Mrs. Xie misunderstood, brother, I'm just curious, hahaha, you're fine, please."

Gu Lan, who was taken out of the interrogation room, suppressed her hatred and pretended to be frightened before returning to the detention room. But he recalled the interrogation situation over and over in his mind, whether he was exposed, and whether the dog agent got any information from him.

After thinking about it for a long time, Gu Lan breathed a sigh of relief. She felt that she had not made any mistakes, and she did not implicate the organization. However, the dog agent just now was a bit strange. The dog agents in her memory were all vicious and vicious.

She had never encountered a spy who was so polite or even like the neighbor's young man.

But her long-term struggle experience told her that this kind of person is even more difficult to deal with. Thinking of this, she frowned slightly, but her expression turned into a sad look in an instant.

Zuo Zhong didn’t know that he had become a dog agent. Wu Chunyang took out the records and walked over and asked awkwardly: "Team leader, do these also need to be recorded?"

"Yes, you can't make a mistake in a word." Zuo Zhong didn't want to cause trouble. If other people knew that the interrogation record was wrong and became interested in Gu Lan, it would be over.

“Old Song, what did you say before?” Zuo Zhong asked Song Minghao as if he thought of something.

Song Minghao hesitated and said: "I said I don't think there is anything wrong with this woman. What can she do? Even if she is a mother, she is too tacky."

"you are right!"

Zuo Zhong yelled, so frightened that Song Minghao almost sat on the ground. What was he right? What did he say?

“You think, besides stealing, how else can a spy obtain information?”

 “Seduction!” Before Wu Chunyang could speak, Song Minghao excitedly recounted how someone was seduced.

Zuo Zhong laughed proudly and clapped his hands: "Yes, it's seduction. What you said, Old Song, reminded me. How could they only satisfy one intelligence channel when they spent so much effort to lurk.

 Whether it is stealing documents or eavesdropping, it is limited to the nursing home. The scope is too small and the uncertainty is too strong. But what if we are developing moles? After all, the people who come here are all important military and political officials. "

 Speaking of this, Zuo Zhong said with certainty: "Buying a mole with money is too purposeful and the temptation is too dangerous. On the contrary, seduction does not have this trouble."

"That Zongping, He Heyijun all have this ability." Wu Chunyang was a little embarrassed. He felt that He Yijun was too miserable, and he wondered if there was something wrong with her.

Zuo Zhong shook his head: "Our job is to doubt, but those two possibilities are unlikely. Come, invite Liao Ya."

Zong Ping is too high-profile, and He Yijun is too real. If she is lying, a spy can do this, so Zuo Chong admits his failure.

As soon as Liao Ya came in, Song Minghao and Wu Chunyang's eyes lit up, they looked like such a beauty.

With a beautiful face, autumn eyes, and pear blossoms with rainy sadness, people can't help but care for her, but Zuo Zhong felt that this woman was unusual, and the smell of dust on her body was too strong.

"Liao Ya, right? I asked you to come because I have a question for you. Where are your parents? Are they dead?"

Zuo Zhong ignored the big watery eyes and asked without emotion. He found that the monsters and ghosts in the short video of his previous life had raised his aesthetic threshold very high.

"ah?"

 “Ah what, answer honestly.”

Liao Ya suppressed her anger, straightened her chest, twisted her white neck, and didn't look at Zuo Zhong or answer any questions.

Zuo Zhong's eyes widened and he slapped the table: "It's against you, you dare to be so bold here. Do you know what we do? We are from the Secret Service. Tell you, tell the truth, otherwise you will be punished."

“Hey, team leader, don’t be so excited, Miss Liao, just say it quickly. This person has a bad temper. It would be serious if he gets angry.”

Song Minghao quickly stopped Zuo Zhong, who was furious. These people had connections behind them, and they must not be executed at will.

He finally figured out that Team Leader Zuo was born in the Year of the Dog and would fall out whenever he wanted. Such a beautiful lady was not willing to torture her.

“Humph, I know what you do. I know Section Chief Zhao, you don’t need to scare me.” Liao Ya seemed to know the Secret Service very well.

 (End of this chapter)