Zuo Zhong pretended to look down at the file, wanting to wait for He Yijun to see what would happen to her, but He Yijun didn't react at all, 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, then 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 Japanese-built South Manchuria Railway near Liutiao Lake in Shenyang and blamed it on the Chinese army. The Japanese army used this as an excuse to invade Shenyang and successively occupied the three northeastern provinces.
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, "Miss He, we will prove your words through other means. Thank you for your cooperation. You can go out now."
He Yijun was taken out, Zuo Zhong patted the table: "Those who are stupid are all beasts."
"Oh, team leader, there are too many such things. My wife's relatives also fled from the Northeast. There is nothing to mention about the things the Japanese did." Song Minghao sighed.
"Stop talking and get down to business. Next, Gu Lan."
Zuo Zhong told himself that he should hurry up and find the spies. This would be the best memorial to those 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 identity 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 is panic, disdain or avoidance, it is normal, but why hatred? Could she be a spy? But do the Japanese have any grudges against him? Zuo Zhong was full of questions.
Opening Gu Lan's file again, everything is very clear. His father was a scholar in Chuzhou. He was considered 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, he met Xie Jiuwen, a 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 began 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 if she is a mother, she 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 answer 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 children." 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 which year did Battalion Commander Xie get injured? He didn't even find a doctor." Zuo Zhong didn't feel embarrassed at all and continued to gossip.
No matter how good-tempered Gu Lan was, she was a little angry. She 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 because of the fear when they first met, the cautiousness when asking questions, the relaxation of life when talking about life, and the anger 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.
Holding back his excitement, Zuo Zhong suddenly realized that Gu Lan was probably also proficient in shooting, so he used the cleaner's identity as a cover 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 harder 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 came over with the records 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 others 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 think there is nothing 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 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. They spent so much effort to lurk, how could they only satisfy one intelligence channel?
Whether it was stealing documents or eavesdropping, it was limited to the nursing home. The scope was too small and the uncertainty was 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 testing is too dangerous. On the contrary, seduction does not have this trouble."
"That Zongping, He... He Yijun 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 Zhong admits his failure.
When Liao Ya came in, Song Minghao and Wu Chunyang's eyes lit up, they were such a beauty.
Her face was beautiful, her eyes filled with autumn water, and her pear blossoms held the sadness of the rain. People couldn't help but care for her, but Zuo Zhong felt that this woman was unusual and her body smelled too heavy of dust.
"Liao Ya, right? I called you here 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: "I've rebelled against you. How dare you act so arrogantly here? Do you know what we do? We are from the Secret Service. Tell you, tell the truth, or else 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 the furious Zuo Zhong. 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.
"Hmph, 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.
