Zhou Weiguo and Zhao Guisheng were locked together, each lying on the wooden bed and thinking about their thoughts.
"Get up, slaves who are hungry and cold, get up, people who are suffering all over the world! The blood in your heart has boiled, and you have to fight for the truth! The old world is in ruins, slaves, get up, get up..."
At the end of the cell, there was a majestic and powerful song. It was the singing of the upright prisoners. They expressed their unyielding spirit in this way.
"Don't say we have nothing, we want to be the masters of the world..." Zhou Weiguo lay on the bed and hummed softly.
Zhao Guisheng sat up, listened for a while, and said, "Comrade Zhou, what song is this?"
"The Internationale."
"A foreigner's song?"
"Yes, it was written by two Frenchmen, and it has now become the party song of the Bolsheviks in the Soviet Union."
"I remember that public singing of such songs is not allowed in Kuomintang-controlled areas. Where did you learn this?"
Zhou Weiguo also sat up: "Two years ago, when I was training at the Ministry of Social Affairs, a Soviet radio expert taught me this. Do you want to listen to the Russian version of the Internationale?"
Zhao Guisheng laughed and said: "No need, I don't understand Russian."
Zhou Weiguo also laughed and said: "I don't understand Russian either, but I can sing along..."
The iron door opened with a clang, and Shen Zhifeng stepped in. He looked at Zhao Guisheng, then at Zhou Weiguo, and said: "I have been in Yan'an for ten years and have listened to this song hundreds of times. Therefore, I am the most knowledgeable person."
People who have a say.”
Zhao Guisheng and Zhou Weiguo didn't talk to each other and looked at Shen Zhifeng in silence.
Shen Zhifeng continued: "Let me tell you, the whole song is a complete lie. Why do you say that? The people of the Soviet Union are still in dire straits. They work hard every day under the threat of gunpoint, not only regardless of pay, but also against the new
The regime still wants to sing praises. They don’t have direct mail, and it’s not even as good as the Tsarist period..."
Zhao Guisheng sneered: "It's as if you have been to the Soviet Union."
Shen Zhifeng said: "I have never been there, but we also have intelligence personnel there."
Zhou Weiguo said: "You have never been there. Many of our comrades have been to the Soviet Union. They have seen with their own eyes that the people there live and work in peace and contentment. It is not what you said!"
Shen Zhifeng smiled: "If a guest comes to your home, will you let him see your patched socks?"
After a slight pause, he turned back and pointed in the direction of the song and said: "Those people think they have found the truth, but in fact they are extremely stupid, so they deserve to die!"
Zhao Guisheng was shocked. When Shen Zhifeng said this, his eyes flashed fiercely. He was definitely not just saying it casually.
Shen Zhifeng said: "They have no chance. You two have one last chance. As long as you tell the truth, I can release you now."
Zhao Guisheng looked calm, glanced at Shen Zhifeng contemptuously, and said, "I appreciate the kindness, I don't need a chance."
Zhou Weiguo immediately said: "I don't need it either."
Shen Zhifeng had already interrogated these two men five or six times, and had basically gone through all the torture instruments in the interrogation room. Despite repeated torture, he still could not make them succumb.
"Okay, good words can't persuade the damn ghost. Goodbye, you two." Shen Zhifeng turned around and walked out of the cell.
Back in the office, he took out the document, read it over, and stuffed it into his briefcase.
Shen Zhifeng knew very well that among the honest prisoners who were about to be executed, at least six or seven of them had a certain reputation. If anything happened in the future, this document would be his talisman.
After get off work, when passing by the flower shop, Shen Zhifeng bought a bouquet of roses.
Recently, he would buy a bouquet of flowers and take them home every three to five, euphemistically called purifying the air, but actually to make Xu Wenxiu happy.
"Wenxiu, I'm back." Shen Zhifeng put the briefcase aside.
Xu Wenxiu came out of the kitchen and saw Shen Zhifeng holding flowers in his hand and said: "There are no vases at home to arrange flowers, why did you buy them?"
Shen Zhifeng smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, I will buy a few more vases tomorrow."
"It's better not to buy flowers in the future. Flowers are so expensive and will be gone in a few days. It's not cost-effective at all."
"As long as you like it, money doesn't matter."
Xu Wenxiu curled her lips: "Are you rich? Are you a rich man?"
"It's just a bouquet of flowers. You don't have to be a rich man to afford it." Shen Zhifeng stepped into the living room.
He looked around and saw that all the vases at home were filled with various flowers. Because the indoor temperature was suitable, they all looked full of life.
"I remember that there seemed to be a vase in the utility room..."
"Yes, yes, it's at the bottom."
"It's okay, I'll go find it."
Shen Zhifeng put the roses on the coffee table and quickly went to the utility room to look for vases.
Xu Wenxiu glanced back inadvertently. The briefcase was still on the table by the door. Shen Zhifeng had obviously forgotten to bring it in.
Xu Wenxiu walked over and picked up the briefcase, ready to take it to the bedroom. After taking a few steps, she felt that the objects in the bag seemed to have sharp edges and corners.
"What..." Xu Wenxiu opened his briefcase and took out the document bag.
The document bag was stamped with the words "Top Secret" and the words "Secret Bureau Headquarters" were marked next to it. Xu Wenxiu hesitated for a while, then reached out and opened the document bag.
The list of secret executions this time is as follows: Zhang Jingwei, Liu Hongchen, Ge Wenzheng, Sun Qing, Li Zhaojun...
Executor: Shen Zhifeng.
At the bottom is Director Mao's signature and the official seal of the Security Bureau.
As soon as the door of the room rang, Shen Zhifeng opened the door and walked in. He quickly came to Xu Wenxiu and said angrily: "Who asked you to peek at my documents!"
He rarely brought documents home. He suddenly remembered it when he got to the utility room, and hurried back, intending to lock the documents in the safe.
Xu Wenxiu said in a trembling voice: "Zhifeng, what crimes have these people committed, and why should they be executed?"
Shen Zhifeng had a stern look on his face, took over a dozen official documents, put them back into the document bag, and said, "This is what the above said. I don't know exactly what happened."
"But, you are the executioner, aren't you the executioner?"
"The upper branch and the lower branch, there is nothing we can do about it."
"There is a person named Feng Hanzhang on the list. I remember that he is the editor-in-chief of the United Newspaper..."
"Wenxiu, if you see this document, you've seen it. You must treat it as if you haven't seen anything. Do you understand what I mean?"
Xu Wenxiu shook his head: "These people are not Communists. Do they have to be executed just because they have made remarks that support the Communist Party?"
Shen Zhifeng said coldly: "I don't know what they said or did, and I don't want to know. I only know that I will resolutely carry out the orders of my superiors."
"It seems that you didn't take what I said to you into consideration at all..."
"Wenxiu, husband and wife are one. I hope you can understand me and support me."
Xu Wenxiu sighed softly: "What you are doing now is contrary to what I have been taught. You said you want to catch the Communist Party. I can understand it. After all, that is your job, but why do you want to kill the Communist Party?"
Who is involved? What is the crime of direct mailing of speech?"
"This is politics, not as simple as you think."
"Zhifeng, don't you feel guilty for killing so many innocent people with your own hands? Wouldn't your conscience be condemned?"
Shen Zhifeng became irritated: "Then tell me, what can I do? The webmaster gives me the task, do I have the right to refuse?"
Xu Wenxiu was stunned for a while and said angrily: "That webmaster of yours is simply partial. Why didn't he let Jiang Xinyu do this kind of job that has been infamous for ages? Why didn't he let Feng Qingshan do it?"
Shen Zhifeng thought to himself that what Xu Wenxiu said was not unreasonable, and Qiao Mucai entrusted him with the task of executing the upright criminals, maybe he really had selfish motives.
To be able to execute so many people at one time without any panic, one must be a cold-blooded animal.
Shen Zhifeng suddenly felt something in his heart. Xu Wenxiu's words reminded him that since even he couldn't do it, if it were the Communist Party lurking inside, he would definitely be even less able to do it...