Zhou Qingshan sat alone in a corner with a bouquet of flowers on the table.
After a while, Jiang Rumeng walked over, pulled out a chair, sat down, and said, "Are you in a hurry?"
"You are three minutes late." Zhou Qingshan raised his wrist and glanced at his watch.
"I'm sorry. I just met a friend and chatted a little more."
"What friend?"
"……normal friend."
"A date should be treated like a date. This is for you."
Zhou Qingshan picked up the flowers and handed them to Jiang Rumeng.
"smell good……"
Jiang Rumeng took the flowers, brought them up to her nose and smelled them, with a look of intoxication on her face.
Zhou Qingshan snapped his fingers and said to the waiter: "Thank you, ino."
"Can you speak foreign languages?" Jiang Rumeng asked.
Zhou Qingshan smiled: "In Shanghai, people like me who live in the concession can almost speak a few pidgins..."
After a slight pause, he continued: "I asked you to meet today because I wanted to find out about Bing. I posted advertisements for three days in a row, but he still didn't show up. I analyzed that there are two possibilities. One is that he didn't read the newspaper.
Second, he didn’t dare to come. After all, Fang Yongyan had already died, and no one would dare to believe it when his previous contact information suddenly appeared.”
Jiang Rumeng picked up the coffee spoon, slowly stirred the sugar cubes in the cup, and said, "There is another possibility. He is a traitor and has a guilty conscience. Of course he does not dare to show up."
Zhou Qingshan nodded: "Yes, this matter is indeed very difficult..."
Jiang Rumeng said: "Do you think this will work? Since Bing still refuses to show up, let's follow his initiative and report it. Wait for instructions from the organization before making further plans."
"Let this matter go for a while. There is a saying that time is the best answer. Whether it is loyalty or betrayal, the truth will eventually come to light one day."
"Oh well……"
Jiang Rumeng hesitated for a while and then said calmly: "Comrade Zhou, I want to report a personal issue and hope to get approval from my superiors."
"you say."
"I, I have a boyfriend. Yesterday, he proposed to me and I agreed."
"Tell me about him."
"His name is Zhu Wenhan, a native of Suzhou. He graduated from Shanghai St. John's University. He is a screenwriter and a writer. He has no political background. He currently works as a screenwriter at Nanhua Film Company. In his early years, he was published in the magazine "Movie Pictorial"
Column…”
Jiang Rumeng opened her shoulder bag, found a photo inside and handed it to Zhou Qingshan.
This is a group photo of two people. On the left is a smiling Jiang Rumeng, and on the right is a tall and handsome young man. The background seems to be the Bund Park.
"How did you meet?" Zhou Qingshan returned the photo.
Jiang Rumeng said: "He takes good care of me, and I get to know him as soon as I go back and forth."
Whether it is the Kuomintang or the Communist Party, they will conduct routine investigations on the issue of spouses of members to avoid infiltration by the enemy.
"Just now, you said you met a friend and chatted for a few words. It should be Zhu Wenhan, right?"
"……Yes."
"I have to check Zhu Wenhan's situation again. From the current point of view, there is basically no problem. On my own behalf, I would like to congratulate you. Just think of this bouquet of flowers as a small gift."
"Thanks."
"By the way, which department do you belong to in the political security department?"
"Rebellion Section."
"Are you familiar with the people in the logistics department?"
"Not familiar. The logistics department is in the north hospital, and the rebellion department is in the south hospital. They usually don't go through either door."
"oh……"
"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
"I want to ask you about someone."
"Who am I asking about?"
"A comrade from the Political Security Logistics Section. Codename Shan Ying."
"What happened?"
"According to the original plan, Shan Ying was supposed to come to meet me yesterday afternoon, but I waited all afternoon and didn't see anyone."
Jiang Rumeng hesitated for a while and couldn't help but ask: "I don't quite understand why the higher-ups sent someone from the logistics department to Shanghai?"
"Our radio station is old and breaks down frequently. We are in urgent need of a maintenance expert, so we sent Shan Ying down." Zhou Qingshan explained.
"Oh, I see……"
"Judging from the time, it should have arrived a long time ago. The incident of Kong Hechong's defection to the enemy set off a chain reaction. In recent times, there have been too many rebellions."
"Are you worried that Shan Ying will surrender to the enemy?"
"right."
"Probably not?"
"Our party is in a trough period. The more times this happens, the more things that are deviating from morality. I originally thought that if you knew Shan Ying, you would at least have a more intuitive understanding. I can also take precautions in advance."
"Normally, people in the logistics department don't need code names. Shan Ying should be a temporary code name. Even if I know him, I can't know who he is..."
…
now.
Hongkou Patrol Room.
trial room.
Behind the table, Inspector William sat in the middle, with Xu Siqi and Russell on the left and right.
The recorder unfolds the paper and pen, ready to take notes at any time.
William is the person in charge of this case, and naturally he is also the chief interrogator.
In normal times, whoever arrests the prisoner is responsible, and there is no need for three detectives to interrogate him at the same time.
Today is a little different than usual.
After all, for such a big case, everyone wants to know the inside story if they have the chance.
William slammed the table suddenly and said sternly: "Xu Hongda, if you still don't confess, don't blame me for being rude!"
After listening to what the translator said, Xu Hongda said calmly: "The patrol house does not distinguish between black and white, and good people are wronged. I have nothing to say."
"Then let me ask you, what happened to the things found in your house?"
"I don't know. You should ask the landlord about the hidden compartments in the bookcase, including the things found in the secret compartments, or find the previous tenant."
"What is the relationship between Chen Bingsheng and you?"
"Distant cousin."
"What's he doing in Shanghai?"
"If you can't get along with your family, come to Shanghai and join me to make a living."
"We found high-power radio components in Chen Bingsheng's suitcase. How do you explain this?"
"He studied electrical repair, so it shouldn't be surprising to have something like this, right?"
William said: "Your wife is the same as you said. It seems that you have colluded in advance. However, as a gentleman, I will not torture a woman. Mr. Xu, you are different. The evidence is conclusive. If you still don't
If you are willing to confess, I can only use torture."
Xu Hongda sneered: "Gentleman? A gentleman who surrenders to defeat?"
William looked coldly and ordered: "Torture!"
Two patrolmen came forward, stripped off Xu Hongda's clothes, and tied his upper body to a wooden stake.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
Along with the sound of the whip, Xu Hongda's chest and back were left with shocking blood marks.
Comparatively speaking, the interrogation of prisoners in the patrol room is quite civilized. This kind of "major punishment" is generally used on serious criminals.
Communist Party members, of course, belong to the category of serious criminals.