She looked at a thick envelope placed in front of the door and took it back into the house with some hesitation.
That envelope was prepared by Mai Fan for this family.
This was probably the last bit of contact between him and Du Ruosong.
Mai Fan, who was watching the door of the courtyard close from a distance, put on his hat, turned around and left.
Today he was going to answer the teacher's call and go to the headquarters of the General Administration of Secrecy to hold the annual meeting.
This is a routine reporting meeting of the confidentiality bureaus of several major cities.
It is also the main battlefield where his colleagues compete for credit and show their abilities.
Regarding this, Mai Fan didn't have a strong desire to express himself.
His performance was flawless, but he gained the deep friendship of many colleagues for himself.
Just when Mai Fan was getting along like a fish in this group of people, singing and dancing every day, one afternoon, he was called into his office by Mr. Gu and made some somewhat abrupt remarks.
"Save your time to dance with the dancer tonight."
Mai Fan was amused: "What, the teacher has something to tell me to do?"
"Yes! Guan Zijian will be executed secretly in accordance with the orders from above."
"The execution is scheduled for tonight."
"The executor is still an acquaintance of yours, Liu Jinneng, you were once a colleague of the Shanghai Municipal Security Bureau."
Mai Fan was shocked: "Ah, what do you mean, teacher? Let me go over and persuade him not to die? Surrender quickly to save his life?"
Gu Shenyan shook his head: "I really didn't overestimate you to this extent. How can you solve things that I can't even ask you about?"
"I thought that Guan Zijian was the one who fell into your hands. Since he is here, I should go and see him before I die."
"It can be regarded as respect for the opponent."
Mai Fan's heart skipped a beat, but his face was completely blank: "Ah? See you, then let's see you."
"Teacher, you are too kind to me as a student. This person is going to die, so why not forget to exercise my courage?"
Mr. Gu smiled, patted Mai Fan on the shoulder, and said in an unquestionable tone: "That's it, I'll pick you up tonight."
…
That night, Mai Fan rarely stayed in the hotel obediently. Not long after dinner, he came to pick up Mai Fan's car and dragged him to the entrance of the Qingchong City Torture Building.
The torture procedures at the headquarters were much stricter than those in Shanghai.
The clerk who was waiting for Mai Fan to come over led him down a long corridor.
At the door of an execution room filled with the smell of blood and gloom, two people stopped.
Mai Fan looked at the dark room and asked, "Where is my teacher?"
The clerk smiled at Mai Fan and said: "Mr. Gu said that he still has a member of the Red Party who needs to be tortured. It is a critical period now and he cannot take care of your side."
"He asked me to bring Director Mai over to say goodbye to the man inside so that he would have less to think about."
"When this matter is finished, Director Mai can go to the security office in front, transfer a car and leave on his own."
"Mr. Gu won't go out of his way to accompany you tonight."
After hearing this, Mai Fan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. After watching the clerk open the door, he waved to him to indicate that he could leave.
As soon as the door of this room was opened, the smell of blood rushed in.
Mai Fan covered his mouth and nose with the handkerchief in his arms and reached deeper into the room.
Even though he had seen the process of torture before, he was still shocked by the brutality before him.
There was only a dim light bulb on in this room, and hanging on a chain against the wall was a man with his head hanging down, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Mai Fan looked at the light and tentatively called out: "Guan Zijian?"
In this call, the other party slowly raised his head.
What kind of state is this? If it hadn't been for the response from the other party, Mai Fan wouldn't have recognized that the other party was the once famous special agent.
At this time, his face was bruised and bruised, and there was not even a single piece of good skin left on his body.
When Guan Zijian woke up, he was breathing heavily. In this quiet environment, his huffing and puffing was particularly obvious.
"I heard that you wanted to see me? What? You said something harsh before you died, saying that even if I were a ghost, I wouldn't spare you?"
"What's the use of this?"
After hearing what Mai Fan said, Guan Zijian shook his head hard: "No... no... I just want to ask... why do you want to hurt me?"
"Obviously you are the only person in Shanghai who has never had any conflict with me."
"I didn't expect that you would be the one who framed me in the end?"
Mai Fan had an awe-inspiring look on his face, and he returned with righteous words: "Isn't it my duty to serve the party and the country and uncover all the enemies hidden within our side?"
"You, a member of the Red Party, can finally get the punishment you deserve! Does this mean you are being harmed? You deserve it!"
Hearing this, Guan Zijian smiled angrily and asked Mai Fan: "No, I was framed! Do you see what I look like now?"
"Let me tell you, the more severe the torture I receive these days, the clearer my mind becomes."
"I was just thinking, why do you have to put me to death?"
"Then I also thought of a possibility."
"Mai Fan, I just want to ask a question. Back then, I arrested two people from the outskirts of Haishang City and seized a batch of goods."
"These were all handled by my staff, but when I left the maritime market, why did the batch of prohibited items that I had handed over to the bureau and were already in the material warehouse disappear?"
"When my interrogator asked me about this, I just thought it was ridiculous. Being able to make such a large amount of goods disappear is not something I, a just passerby, can do, right?"
The other party said this, but there was no trace of pride on Mai Fan's face. He tilted his head and gave Guan Zijian a thumbs up, and praised the other party sincerely: "When it comes to confusing right and wrong, the Red Party people are the most powerful!"
"I said that the goods in this warehouse have almost become irrefutable proof that you and Guan Zijian are connected. Are you still here to beat me up?"
"You sent that batch of goods there under pressure, but did you know that after you left, the people from the Materials Bureau went to take stock of the goods and almost got into a fight with those of us who took the blame?"
"The medicines and cotton-padded clothes on your list are right, but when we unpacked them, they were all filled with sawdust and bricks!"
"Guan Zijian, Guan Zijian, if you talk about insidiousness and viciousness, no one can do it for you."
"Your people sent this to the warehouse, and your people handed it over to our Secrecy Bureau."
"You first squeezed out the logistics director of our Secrecy Bureau, and then secretly moved the supplies while there was no one in our bureau responsible for this."
"Finally, you put the pot on our heads one by one. You are so cruel!"