"Just treat the wound here. Miss Xiao and I still have something to talk about. Let's check how the interrogation chair is opened. Didn't the general affairs department say that it can't be opened without a key? It's just a loser!"
Zuo Zhong stood up and looked at Xiao Qingmin, who was roaring in a low voice and smiled. Such an action by a spy was tantamount to a confession. She had exposed herself. The interrogation had only just begun.
Several spies pushed Xiao Qingmin back to the interrogation chair again, found a cowhide rope and tied him up tightly. They checked the opened lock in detail and murmured for a while.
Gu Qi and Song Minghao were in shock. Who could have imagined that they would encounter such a thing in the interrogation room. They had interrogated many spies here, but Xiao Qingmin was the first to try to attack the interrogators.
Gu Qi was afraid: "Section Chief, I finally understand what you mean by the change in the situation of intelligence warfare. Regardless of whether the Japanese spies captured in the past cooperated or not, there has never been anything like her."
"Yes, it seems that this person, like our intelligence department, has received professional escape training, otherwise he would not have opened his weapons so quickly. The Japanese are in the lead again."
As Song Minghao spoke, he picked up the handcuffs from Xiao Qingmin's feet. There was a trace of blood near the keyhole. He didn't know where it came from. He didn't find it after looking at it, so he handed the handcuffs to Zuo Zhong.
Zuo Zhong took it and looked at it, then walked to Xiao Qingmin. Under her cannibalistic gaze, he turned her wrist over and immediately found a bleeding spot on his left wrist and something was hidden inside.
He felt along the wound and found an unusually soft object hidden in the wound. He searched through his clothes and couldn't find it at all. He pinched the front part of the object and pulled out the slender object.
A piece of wire?
Gu Qi and Song Minghao have gained experience. The other party is really a ruthless person. He puts the tools for jailbreak into his skin. But isn't Xiao Qingmin afraid of getting tetanus by doing this? This is gambling with his life.
Perhaps seeing the expressions of the two of them, Zuo folded the wire and said, "It's not made of iron, it should be some kind of alloy wire. You see, it's very soft when bent, but very strong when pulled."
This thing can be studied and used by the spies who go out in the field in the future. If he hadn't been on high alert for Xiao Qingmin, a master of operations, today, it would really have capsized in the gutter.
There was no need to check the equipment, it must have been opened by this thing. Zuo Zhong watched the guards bandage the other party's wounds, then continued to sit back on the stool, and started chatting with her in a serious voice.
He leaned down and forcibly held Xiao Qingmin's hand: "Miss Xiao, you are an excellent intelligence officer. In the face of arrest and interrogation, you have done your best. You should think about it for yourself.
Your hands are cold. This is a symptom of excessive blood loss. The blood in a normal human body usually accounts for 7 to 8% of the body weight. If you continue to lose blood like this, you will not be able to hold on.
You only need to answer one question to get your freedom. To be honest, the people you killed were either traitors or arms dealers, so I don't mind letting you live. Do you hear me clearly? "
Zuo Zhong spoke very slowly, ensuring that every word he said would be heard by the other party. At the same time, his tone was very gentle, as if he was discussing with friends where to eat tonight, very natural.
Xiao Qingmin twitched the corner of her mouth. She knew that the other party was pretending to be compassionate. She was different from the weaklings in the Special High School and the General Staff Headquarters. Her only purpose in living was to devote herself to the empire.
Seeing that she was silent, Zuo Zhong was not angry and asked softly: "You met that day to discuss the assassination of the Chairman. Can you tell me the person behind the scenes? What is that person's surname?"
The people present had goosebumps. Isn't the investigation a Japanese espionage case? How come it involves the assassination of the Chairman of the Generalissimo? Are the Japanese really planning to do this? Didn't they serve as an escort?
Gu Qi looked at Xiao Qingmin eagerly, wishing to take out all the secrets in her mind. Song Minghao was breathing heavily and gearing up to take action. This was a great achievement.
Xiao Qingmin still didn't speak, closed her eyes and leaned on the interrogation chair, raising the corners of her mouth slightly, as if she was happy to bring trouble to Zuo Zhong. As for speaking, it was impossible, he was just dead.
Zuo Zhong observed her, and when he saw no reaction from her, he knew that this person had a death wish. It was almost impossible to make her talk through torture and drugs. He had to find a way to make her have the desire to communicate.
Judging from the other party's series of actions, she is indeed a professional and dedicated agent. If you want her to talk, you have to start from this aspect. Sometimes being too dedicated is not a good thing, so you can give her a little sweetness.
"Oh, otherwise."
He thought for a while and sighed, then said helplessly: "Let's play a game and ask each other a question. You don't have to answer. This is very fair. Ladies first, Miss Xiao starts first."
After speaking, he sat up straight and looked like he was seriously accepting the other party's questions.
Xiao Qingmin finally opened her eyes. She did have many questions that she didn't understand. Zuo Zhong found out that she relied on the scent and Zhu Jisheng's secretly hidden hair, and found that the stronghold was Jiang Jincai, who was following the plane.
But how did he crack the East Asia Club before? Liang Yuandong had been lurking in Jinling for such a long time, and the layout was perfect. She had always wanted to find out about this matter, and today was an opportunity.
As an intelligence officer, curiosity is a basic quality. As for Zuo Zhong's question, she could just not answer it. She thought for a while and asked the question in a hoarse voice.
Zuo Zhong didn't expect that what she was going to ask about was this matter, so he briefly introduced the matter briefly, of course it was only part of the facts, and mainly talked about the internal strife between Liang Yuandong and Jinjiang.
After hearing this, Xiao Qingmin's eyes widened and she said in disbelief: "You pretended to be a relative of the chairman of your country, and they believed it. Not only did they invite you into the club, they even triggered a rebellion."
"That's it." Zuo Zhong shrugged: "To be honest, I didn't expect things to go so smoothly. Your people almost forced me to go with guns. I had no choice but to go."
"idiot!"
Xiao Qingmin's eyes turned black with anger. Such a perfect cover identity and an important intelligence network were destroyed for such a ridiculous reason. Osako of the Aoki Mansion should really commit suicide.
Zuo Zhong told her that she was so angry that he smiled: "Miss Xiao has asked, now it's Zuo's turn to ask questions. I want to know how you found out that Du Zizi was being monitored by us, is that okay?"
Xiao Qingmin calmed down for a while, then closed his eyes and said, "Your people are very professional in surveillance, but their vigilance is very low. Perhaps because they are in Jinling, I followed them here."
"Wang Ba Dan! Wang Ba Dan!"
This time it was Zuo Zhong who was furious. He was so outraged by the stupidity and carelessness of his subordinates that the people he was monitoring and following didn't even know they were being followed. He wanted to check the action records and deal with these bastards.
Xiao Qingmin raised the corner of her mouth. She was also very proud of this matter. The Secret Service was very famous and it was not easy for her to find the flaw. If Zuo Zhong hadn't taken action, it would have been hard to say whether the outcome would be successful or not.
After feeling proud, she asked again: "I don't know how you found Jiang Jincai. He is the most vigilant member among us. On the day of the hospital operation, I made sure there were no followers behind them."
The Secret Service relies on aircraft to track the target, and the premise is that the target is found. Jiang Jin is an old spy, with more qualifications than her, and is good at tracking and counter-tracking. How he was found by the Secret Service is puzzling.
Zuo Zhong breathed out: "We put something into his disguised wound, so he had to go to the hospital for treatment. You are right. We monitored him for more than a month, and he is indeed very vigilant."
So that was the case, Xiao Qingmin thought of the way Jiang Jincai scratched his wound. The Secret Service's methods were really hard to detect. She believed that Jiang Jincai must have done counter-tracking when he was seeing a doctor, but he was still targeted.
"Is your group called Butterfly? I'm sorry for what I just said."
"It doesn't matter. We are all professional intelligence officers. I would do the same thing, but I don't know what butterflies are."
"Okay, I have a question, are you really good at playing the flute?"
"Mr. Zuo is really cunning. You are testing our training course, but it doesn't matter. I do know how to do it."
The two chatted in a very harmonious atmosphere. Zuo Zhong didn't ask any sensitive questions. They were basically supplements to the case. Xiao Qingmin answered them quickly because there was no need to hide them.
After chatting like this for half an hour, Zuo Zhong suddenly asked: "Miss Xiao, let me ask one last question. This question is the purpose of your meeting. I don't ask about the goal, only the purpose."
Xiao Qingmin was not surprised after hearing this. She knew that this was Zuo Zhong's purpose from the beginning, but she would not say that the assassination was a very serious political incident and she could not bring trouble to the empire.
So she smiled and replied: "Mr. Zuo, I really don't know about the assassination. Maybe you can ask other people. There's only so much I can say. If you want to impose punishment, please start."
Gu Qi and Song Minghao were furious. This woman had just asked for so much intelligence information, but when it came to the key issues, she stopped talking. Without her intelligence, how could they show their merits.
Zuo Zhong stopped them and said very gentlemanly: "It doesn't matter, take Miss Xiao back and have a good rest. If she wants to say anything, report to me immediately. Mr. Zuo is waiting for Miss Xiao at any time."
After saying that, Xiao Qingmin was sent back to the cell by several agents. Just as Gu Qi was about to speak, he was interrupted by Zuo Zhong's words. He pointed to the wire recorder on the table: "Send it to my office."
Gu Qi didn't know what the section chief was going to do. The information in it didn't make any sense. Xiao Qingmin was a very smart woman. She avoided all the problems and hid a lot of important information.
But the order was there, so he could only send someone to deliver the heavy tape recorder to Zuo Zhong's office. Then Zuo Zhong locked himself up and even ate in there. No one knew what he was doing.
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A person has childhood, adulthood and old age, and I don’t think anyone would think this is unsatisfactory. A day has morning, noon, and sunset, and a year has four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
There is nothing good or bad in life, there is only a question of "what is good in that season".
If we hold this biological concept of life and live according to the seasons, no one except arrogant idiots and hopeless idealists will deny that life is indeed like a poem. past.
Shakespeare expressed this concept very clearly in his section on the seven stages of life, and many Chinese writers have said similar things.
It is strange that Shakespeare did not become a religious person, nor did he show great concern for religion. I think this is what makes him great;
He looked at life as it was, and he did not disturb the arrangement and organization of everything in the world, just as he never disturbed the characters in his plays.
Everyone's life is also a poem with endless charm.
