Chapter 847 Meeting the Sun (5)

Not long after Zuo Zhong came to the safe house and sat down in the cafeteria, he happened to search Guo Bin's office. The spy at the residence came to report. He picked up a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth, turned around and asked about the situation.

"How's it going? Did you find anything suspicious?"

"No, the target's home is normal. There are no confidential documents. The documents in the office are kept in compliance with confidentiality requirements and are stored in safes and confidential rooms."

The young agent in charge of leading the team stood at attention and lowered his head to answer. Then he handed over a few photos and paper documents with both hands and continued to report respectfully.

"Deputy Director, these are the photos we took of the scene and the seizure list. There is one thing I don't know whether to say or not. I always feel that the Guo family is too clean.

You see, the tableware, candlesticks, clothes, and ornaments in the other party's home are all in pairs, placed symmetrically on the left and right, and even the lengths of the light cords in the room are the same.

Also, we found some old watches, hairpins, and glasses, but Guo Bin has a watch himself, has good eyesight, and has no wife, so there may be something fishy about this matter."

kindness?

Zuo Zhong didn't understand what the other party meant, so he reached out and took the photo and took a look.

My dear, all the items on the table and in the closet are arranged neatly, as if measured with a ruler. This is the so-called obsessive-compulsive disorder or symmetry control.

As for those daily necessities, they obviously do not come from the same person. For example, the length of the watch straps varies, the number of rings of the glasses lenses varies, and the prescriptions vary.

Where did Guo Bin get these things and what was his purpose? Could it be that in addition to obsessive-compulsive disorder, he also has a collecting habit? This is indeed suspicious.

After looking at it casually, he waved his hand and asked the little agent to leave first. He thought for a long time until his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Xu Enzeng's huffing and puffing.

This man looked like a wild boar that was immersed in eating. After all, he was born into a big landowner and bourgeois family. He also studied in the United States, but he had no rules at all.

"I have no appetite, so I won't eat."

Zuo Zhong was so disgusted by this scene that he frowned and threw down his chopsticks. He stood up and walked out of the cafeteria after saying a few words. He came to a secluded place and bowed his head in deep thought.

Guo Bin found no clues related to the Japanese espionage organization in his home and office. This was within his expectation. Even if sensitive items were hidden in these two places and the safe house explosion occurred, the other party must have dealt with it accordingly.

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The search is not so much about finding evidence as it is a means of exerting pressure. The purpose is to let the target know that the Secret Service is fully confident, otherwise it will not launch investigative measures against a supervisory officer of a large city without authorization.

The other party has served in the Guangdong Provincial Investigation Bureau and should understand the reason. After reaching a certain level and official title, no one would dare to do this without sufficient evidence and approval from the highest level.

A few minutes later, Gu Qi and others walked out after finishing their meal. The group discussed interrogation strategies in low voices and returned to the interrogation room.

At this time, Guo Bin also had a meal with the help of the agents. After the meal, he asked the guard for a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and then slowly folded the handkerchief and placed it on the front fender of the interrogation chair.

This set of movements was as smooth as clouds and water, very natural, as if this was not an interrogation room of the Secret Service, but a high-end Western restaurant in the French Concession in Hankou, and the food was served with great style.

Zuo Zhong seemed not to have seen this scene. He sat back in his seat and asked with a smile: "Guo Wei, we are not accustomed to eating the food of the Secret Service. The conditions are limited. Please forgive me for any inconsideration."

I also hope you can adapt as soon as possible, because you may have to stay here for a long, long time, unless you can cooperate with us and explain your problems, then there may be a way out."

Guo Bin shook his head and closed his eyes. He leaned on the back of his chair and dozed off without saying a word, trying to delay the interrogation with silence and passively resist the interrogation.

Whatever he had planned, everyone present knew that unlike suspects in ordinary espionage cases, the longer the delay, the more favorable the external situation would be to the target.

Because those government officials who have business dealings with Guo Bin will definitely try their best to lure him away or create obstacles for the investigation if they know about his arrest.

Faced with this situation, Zuo Zhong pointed to a big bucket without any nonsense and nodded towards Gui Youguang. The big bald man immediately picked up the bucket and poured cold water on Guo Bin.

In January, the temperature in Changcheng remained around zero, and the interrogation room was dark. Coupled with the cold wind blowing in from the crack in the door, Guo Bin immediately became nervous.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Zuo Zhong clapped his hands with satisfaction: "Haha, Mr. Guo Wei is sleepy, please help Zuo sober up. Don't worry, this place is close to the edge of the river. We lack everything except water.

Since you are unwilling to explain your problems, well, let's talk about your "great achievements" first. I heard that you were ambushed by the underground party when you were in Guangdong Province. What happened?

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Guo Bin shrank his head and trembled all over, his lips were black and blue from the cold, and his teeth kept chattering. He stared at Zuo Zhong and said fiercely.

"Deputy Director Zuo, you have gone too far. Until the Central Party Committee issues the document revoking my position, I will still be the supervisory member of the Changcheng Party Committee. You cannot torture me."

"Come here, help Guo Wei take a bath again."

Seeing this, Zuo Zhong smiled even more. Pouring cold water on it would not leave any traces. You cannot blame the interrogation subject for being weak and suffering from diseases. Shangfeng should also blame the Secret Service.

"No, I said, I said, please give Guo a blanket, it's too... too cold."

After hearing this, Guo Bin couldn't help it anymore, made a request, and then began to answer questions.

“In 1935, I was transferred to the Office of the Administrative Supervisory Commissioner of the Fifth District as a commissioner. My daily work was to supervise local administration, supervise ideology, and prevent the infiltration of dissident elements.

In 1937, I went to Chaozhou to discuss with the head of the local party department that the two places should work together to investigate the local party. I accidentally discovered that someone was secretly following my car.

According to the research and judgment of the Party Headquarters Investigation Office, this was probably the work of underground party members. Considering that I have encircled and suppressed them many times before, the other party may have done something evil.

So I took advantage of my strategy and used surveillance personnel to find a printing factory in the Lower Party in Chaozhou. There were a large number of handbills in it, which was very harmful to the party and the country.

Subsequently, the party headquarters cooperated with the police station and garrison to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop. During the operation, sixteen people were killed on the spot and twenty-eight others were arrested, completely crushing the conspiracy of the dissidents.

But these red heads are all stones from the latrine, smelly and hard. After many days of interrogation with no results, they were all taken to the execution ground and executed. Deputy Director Zuo, I have done meritorious service to the party and the country."

"Well...that's it."

Zuo Zhong smiled and nodded on the surface, but in reality he wanted to shoot this little thing. Forty-four comrades fell to the guns of the Kuomintang.

If I don't torture you to death, I'll write my name upside down. He forced down the murderous intention in his heart, asked Gui Youguang to give him a blanket, and asked pretending to be curious.

"Guo Wei, can you tell me how you interrogate the subordinates? When it comes to this, Zuo thinks he has some experience. Anyway, he is idle. You and I can discuss it and learn from each other's strengths."

Xu Enzeng, who was grinding his teeth at the side, also repeatedly said: "Yes, Deputy Director Zuo is a well-known intelligence expert and interrogation expert in the government. No matter how difficult a spy is to get into his hands, he will open his mouth obediently."

Gan!

If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute!

Gu Qi and others were extremely angry. If this bastard said this, didn't he remind Guo Bin that Xu really colluded with the Japanese? Otherwise, how could there be such a stupid person?

Zuo Chong didn't care. He stood up and lit a cigarette for Guo Bin. If the other person was really the person in charge of the Jicheng spy organization, he must know him very well. It would have been the same whether Xu Enzeng said that or not.

Besides, after Guo Bin took a puff of cigarette, he didn't know whether he was provoking or speaking his mind, but he complimented Zuo Zhong with admiration.

"Haha, of course I have heard of Deputy Director Zuo. The interrogation methods of our Party Department are naturally not as professional as those of the Secret Service."

Zuo Zhong had heard too much of this kind of talk that was first suppressed and then raised, and he knew there was more to it. As expected, the other party immediately changed the subject.

"But when it comes to dealing with the underworld, Guo feels that violent punishment is secondary, and the psychological battle is the most important. I don't know if Deputy Director Zuo thinks what I said is right."

When Guo Bin said this, he suddenly raised his eyebrows. Obviously, he was provoking the Secret Service and Zuo Zhong. This was the first time that everyone had seen such a rampant Japanese spy.

Raising his hand to stop Gui Youguang, who wanted to beat him up, Zuo Zhong smiled and said, "Guo Wei is right. When dealing with professional intelligence officers, torture is really inferior. Attacking the heart is the best strategy.

In fact, this method is also used by not only Japanese spies, but also Japanese spies, such as printing photos of Japanese locusts on toilet paper. This method has been tried and tested by Zuo."

Locust photos printed on toilet paper?

Xu Enzeng was dumbfounded when he heard this, and thought to himself: Could it be that the Secret Service relied on this hand to pry open the mouths of the Japanese? Then he must learn from it. Who said that the Secret Service Headquarters could not catch Japanese spies?

When Guo Bin heard this, he was stunned, and then suddenly laughed loudly: "Hahaha, Deputy Director Zuo has such powerful methods, yes, you have to give those Japanese spies a little show.

Although it is immoral to do so, I applaud with both hands. What the Japanese did in Jinling is inhumane, and no matter how we retaliate, it is justifiable."

There is nothing wrong with what he said, but the problem is that coupled with his wanton laughter, it is difficult not to make people doubt the true meaning of what he said.

Then Guo Bin knocked the ashes of his cigarette, his smiling eyes glanced at the Secret Service staff and Xu Enzeng who had different expressions, and he said proudly.

"I am different from Deputy Director Zuo. I like to use the family members of prisoners and let them watch their parents, wives, and children being tortured, and even... that feeling is really wonderful.

In short, we must not treat dissidents with mercy or kindness. Whenever I see these people wailing in pain or even shouting curses, my heart feels so tight, haha, so happy.

I remember that there was a young man in his twenties who was arrested by us on his wedding day. His wife was very beautiful. I personally disposed of her and left her hairpin. You must have seen it, right?"

When he said this, he suddenly leaned back, tilted his head and raised his lips at Xu Enzeng: "Director Xu, you should understand the fun of this kind of thing, right?"

"Asshole! What did you say!"

Xu Enzeng, who was stared at by everyone, immediately became anxious. He jumped up to Guo Bin, raised his hand and gave the other person's ears a few scratches. Guo Bin's face instantly swelled up, showing the great force.

Zuo Zhong, who was calm and composed, whispered to Gu Qi to record the incident, and then ordered Wu Chunyang to get the furious Xu Enzeng back, and apologized to Guo Bin without sincerity.

"Oh, I'm really sorry. Director Xu is a straightforward person. It's understandable that he would do such a thing when he heard someone framed him. Mr. Guo Wei, please don't mind.

Moreover, if those words just spread out, it will be disrespectful to the party and the country. It is best not to mention them again in the future. However, I do understand why Mr. Guo has not gotten married yet.

Being a groom for only one day is not as interesting as being a groom every day. By the way, could it be that the glasses and other items we found in your house are all your... trophies, Mr. Guo Wei? "

When talking about this, Zuo Zhong's tone seemed to be disdainful, because meat and vegetables were not taboo, or the good fortune of Longyang was not an honorable thing in this era.

These words seemed to poke a sore spot in Guo Bin, and his expression immediately changed: "Deputy Director Zuo, please don't insult Guo. Those are the personal belongings of die-hard members of the lower party in some of the places I handle.

I keep them so that I can take them out in the dead of night and remember these respectable opponents. Even though they have different political views, it is undeniable that they are all warriors."

Perhaps because he was afraid that Zuo Zhong would not believe him, he introduced the origins of each item, and in the midst of his excitement, he recounted one after another heinous crimes and countless horrific tragedies.

Zuo Zhong's hand in his pocket was clenched into a fist, and his other hand was tapping the table rhythmically. From time to time, he turned his head and laughed teasingly at Gucci. He looked like he didn't care at all that his subordinate was being tortured.

As time passed, Guo Bin became more and more relaxed as he talked, his feet unknowingly coming together, and he was talking about his method of handling the case in the most comfortable manner.

Some of the practices made even the Secret Service personnel present frowned, not because they were cruel, but because they had no meaning other than cruelty.

After all, people are left half-dead. How to obtain intelligence? People like these in the party department are really unable to hold up the wall. They are all laymen.

But the deputy director didn't speak, so they could only listen patiently. Each one of them was thinking about how to get the other party to speak later, and other sounds gradually disappeared from the interrogation room.

"Deputy Director Zuo, can you give me some water?"
To be continued...