When Qin Tian returned to the office, he felt some congestion in his chest. He opened a bottle of red wine and stood in front of the open window to breathe.
The wind in the northeastern morning was like a sharp blade, constantly scratching back and forth on his face. The indescribable feeling made him unable to let go for a long time.
Tieniu, who accompanied Qin Tian, just thought that Qin Tian was not feeling well because he had never seen the bloody scene. Seeing his eldest brother holding a wine glass and looking out the window into the dark night, he fell into silence. Even if the north wind blew in from the window, he did not hesitate. If you dare to go to the customs without permission, you are just guarding Qin Tian.
At this time, Tieniu's mind was very simple. He would follow his eldest brother's bragging as long as he wanted.
I don't know how long it took, but Qin Tian suddenly shrank his neck, closed the window and said, "Go back, I'll feel better after I blew in the wind."
Seeing that Qin Tian returned to normal, Tieniu felt relieved and resigned and left the deputy director's office.
Hearing Tieniu's door closing, Qin Tian returned to his desk and put down his wine glass, took out a flashlight from the drawer, put on his coat and went downstairs.
As soon as Qin Tian came downstairs, he bumped into Song Yihang who was going upstairs. Seeing Qin Tian put on his coat and holding a flashlight, he asked curiously: "Director Qin, what are you..."
Qin Tian looked a little depressed and said: "The room is too stuffy. Let's go for a walk in the yard. I feel a little uncomfortable after staying in the interrogation room for so long. Go out and get some fresh air."
When Song Yihang heard this, he patted Qin Tian on the shoulder and looked at Qin Tian with a pitiful expression. He said very understandingly: "There is such a process. I was far worse than you the first time. You just vomited. I I was scared to pee on the spot, so I might as well get some air and relax, and I’ll be fine in a few days.”
Qin Tian didn't reply, just nodded and walked out of the building.
Coming to the snow-covered yard, stepping on the soft snow crunched, Qin Tian put on his hat and lowered his head, and began to circle around the yard clockwise. With every step he took, he would move in a flawless A deep or shallow footprint is left on the snow.
And the flashlight in his hand shone irregularly on the wall, on the trees, and on the flying snow above his head.
After the interrogation, Inukai Nagano returned to the office in a good mood. He put down the confession in his hand and immediately called the headquarters to report.
At the end of the report, Inukai Nagano also received a verbal commendation from his superior, asking him to rest early so that he could carry out the secret operation the next day.
Inukai Nagano glanced at the wall clock in the office. It was already past three in the morning. He could not go home and could only stay in the office for a few hours.
He stretched out comfortably and poured himself a glass of wine, just as Song Yihang knocked on the door and came in to report on the follow-up work.
After hearing Song Yihang's report, Quan Yang was very satisfied. He poured him a glass of wine and walked to the window to admire the snowy night.
As soon as his eyes turned out of the window, Quan Yang saw Qin Tian circling in the yard and said doubtfully: "It's such a cold night, is Qin Tian crazy?"
Song Yihang walked to the window and took a look, and explained with some empathy: "Although he is the deputy chief of the police station, he was actually just a small vendor a few months ago. Deaths may be common these days, but torture to extract confessions from him is probably It’s normal to have a huge physiological reaction when you see him for the first time, at least it’s stronger than mine. I remember when I followed Taijun to interrogate prisoners for the first time, I was so scared that I peed my pants on the spot.”
Inukai's view of Qin Tian has changed somewhat now. On the one hand, the subtle expressions, emotions and physiological reactions shown by Qin Tian are very real.
Including himself, he has been through this step. He still can't forget the scene of killing a suspect for the first time. As someone who has been through it, he knows how sad this level is.
Judging from Qin Tian's performance, he does not look like an assassin who can kill. He is cowardly, greedy and lustful. Such a person is unlikely to be a spy.
After Inukai's careful observation and testing for such a long time, he gradually eliminated Qin Tian's suspicion in his mind. After all, this person did not have any potential to be a spy.
It's not that Inukai looks down on people like Qin Tian, but Qin Tian is handed over to him for interrogation. It is estimated that Qin Tian will be able to shake off all the good and the bad before he is tortured.
"You are right. The first level is really difficult, not to mention a non-professional like Qin Tian. I guess he wants to kill me now."
Turning around, Quan Yang stopped looking at the nervous Qin Tian in the yard. He closed the curtains and opened the map of Changchun City, and began to discuss the next action plan with Song Yihang.
At this moment, in the attic of a three-story building fifty meters away from the Nanguan Police Station, there was a figure closely monitoring every move in the police station with a telescope.
"Is this person stupid? He didn't stay warm in the house in the middle of the night and ran out to get cold. He's crazy. You're a traitor. Let you relax for a while. I'll be the first to kill you when I rush in."
The surveillance personnel observed the activities in the police station with binoculars and kept mumbling to themselves.
Suddenly, there was a creak of the door opening behind him, and the man turned around and saw that it was his boss.
"Comrade Raghav, it's almost four o'clock. People are most tired at this time. Otherwise, let's rush in and save people now!"
Raghav closed the door and shook off the snowflakes on his body. He rubbed his hands on the charcoal basin to keep warm: "Wait a minute, we don't have enough people. There are estimated to be fifty people in the police station. Even if we take advantage of the chaos and kill them by surprise, , the risk to us is also very high, and it will take almost half an hour for the guerrilla team sent by the volunteer army outside the city to arrive at the predetermined location. How is the situation in the police station now?"
"Reporting to Comrade Raghav, everything is as usual, but there is a fool wandering around in the yard for no reason."
"Walking around in such a cold weather? Are you sure you're not on patrol?"
"It's just him, patrolling from time to time. Can't I tell?"
Raghav, whose frozen hands had warmed up a bit, took out the telescope and looked at the person in the courtyard of the police station. When he first took a look at it, he thought that the person was stupid, and he joked with a smile: "I guess he He must have fallen out of love."
"Hahaha, I think so too, Comrade Raghav."
After making a few jokes, Raghav put down his binoculars and was about to go back to the brazier to drink some vodka he had brought with him. Suddenly, his eyes were dazzled by the flashlight in the hand of the "lovelorn man" in the small courtyard of the police station.
Just when Raghav was about to curse, he suddenly noticed something was wrong. His heart skipped a beat. Raghav nervously picked up the telescope and looked at it again. At the same time, he took out a notebook and pen from his pocket and started drawing.
Another surveillance agent saw that Raghav seemed to have discovered something, and asked curiously: "Comrade Raghav, have you discovered anything?"
Raghav, who was observing and recording with a telescope, said very seriously: "It's Morse code, that person is transmitting information to us."
