Zhang Fengshan squatted on the ground, covering his face with both hands, leaving tears raging on his face. Lao Hong is gone, Fang Ming's life and death are unknown, and now Gao Wenyuan is leaving again. Originally, these comrades would be good colleagues and friends of his own, but because of his arrival, death, death, death, death, what makes him feel so embarrassed! He clenched his fist and slammed it to the ground.
Gao Wenyuan was taken to Song Tiejun's office.
Song Tiejun motioned to Ma Biao and his people to retreat, and then asked, "How is it, did you succeed?"
Gao Wenyuan shook his head and said, "He is not the person you are looking for."
"how do I say this?"
"He is Zhang Fuhai's youngest son, Zhang Fengshan, who has just returned from studying in Japan."
"I know these, what I want is evidence."
"I said the joint code twice, and he didn't respond. Later, I told him who he was. He has no affection for the Communist Party..." Gao Wenyuan reported to Song Tiejun about his contact with Zhang Fengshan.
After listening to Song Tiejun, he said: "I expected what you said, it is too impeccable. But in our business, the more this kind of seemingly flawless situation is more doubtful. Now, my biggest suspicion is He." Gao Wenyuan was anxious and said: "Chairman, are we overly careful? I dare not say to other people, Zhang Fengshan, I can guarantee it."
Song Tiejun asked with interest: "Apart from the evidence you just mentioned, is there anything else?"
Gao Wenyuan said: "To be honest, I am Zhang Fuhai's godson."
Song Tiejun "slapped" the table and cursed: "Asshole! In our business, feelings can't be brought into work, don't you know that?"
Gao Wenyuan said: "I know, I did not mix feelings into it, but this is a fact."
Song Tiejun was still angrily: "Then why don't you know him?"
"The year I entered the city from the countryside, he went to study in Japan. We haven't met each other. I used the radical method to say that he looked kind and looked like a person from Yan'an. He ridiculed that if he was the Communist Party, Fighting local tyrants and dividing fields, isn't his son going to fight against Lao Tzu and destroy Lao Tzu's life? I only found out that he was Zhang Fuhai's youngest son after asking."
"Then are you planning to tell your godfather about our arrest of Zhang Fengshan?"
Gao Wenyuan looked a little embarrassed and said, "It's up to you."
Song Tiejun changed his face and became amiable, and said, "'White Wolf', I know this is difficult for you to do, but you must keep in mind what your mission is. You are now in a dual identity. You must forget your current identity and be the original you. Only in this way can you be safe and we can succeed. As a spy, details determine success or failure, and also determine life and death. If Zhang Fengshan is really a big fish from Yan'an, once you Give Zhang Fu a poster letter, and you will be exposed, and the Communist Party will treat you as a traitor." Gao Wenyuan also considered this, so he asked, "Then what should I do?"
Song Tiejun said: "You don't want to do anything, just stay in the cell and be your Communist Party member. I will personally explain it to your wife."
"Then when will I stay?"
"It depends on the situation. The KMT and the Communist Party are in peace talks. Once the peace talks are successful, I will find an excuse to let you go, so that you can go back there, and then you can do a bigger cause for the party state."
Gao Wenyuan did not expect Song Tiejun to be so far-sighted. He was letting himself perform a long-term "latent" task. Although he was reluctant in his heart, he had already embarked on this path and could never turn back. "I can agree to this, but I have a question, why are you holding on to Zhang Fengshan? Don't you believe me?"
Song Tiejun smiled and said, "I don't believe anything about this matter, I only believe in evidence. This is the material identified by the headquarters. You can take a look first."
After Gao Wenyuan read it, cold sweat broke out on his backbone. If his information is accurate, then this person from Yan'an must be Zhang Fengshan. No, could it be the intelligence got it wrong? Emotionally speaking, he would rather the intelligence be wrong. "What if the Communists from Yan'an are not on this boat? This is a mess, and all kinds of things can happen."
"I guessed you would ask this. You provided this information. Do you think the information could be wrong? The underground party Wencheng County Party Committee sent out and launched student demonstrations for cover. Are they just bluffing? If it wasn't a connection, they did it. What is the purpose? Will the price be too great?"
"This...this is the truth, what do you plan to do with him? You won't execute him secretly, will you?"
"Relax your mind. Even if Zhang Fengshan is the Communist Party commissioner from Yan'an, I will let him show his skills. You can just keep an eye on him. Then we will kill him again. If he is not, we will turn him into Our people, let him work for me."
Gao Wenyuan felt relieved and asked, "How do you make him work for me?"
Song Tiejun smiled secretly, and said, "Don't you say that he has no favor with the Communist Party and is unwilling to let the Communist Party destroy his life? Now I will let him and the Communist Party to forge hatred, without us pushing him, he will naturally Stand in our line." Then he whispered a few words in his ear, and Gao Wenyuan repeatedly called "a trick."
Song Tiejun rang the bell and Ma Biao came in. "You go and set it up. It's time for Fang Ming to pass the'nine deaths'. In addition, bring Zhang Fengshan to him and let him perform this scene.
Ma Biao touched his head and asked, "Chairman, isn't this appropriate?"
"What's inappropriate, this is my test. If he is the Communist Party, he will not attack his comrades; if he is not, he will form a beam with the Communist Party. This is called killing with one arrow."
Ma Biao understood now, and called it "Miao Miao Miao", and immediately arranged to go.
Zhang Fengshan was quickly taken to the interrogation room. He didn't know what tricks Song Tiejun played in the middle of the night, or whether it was the flaws revealed in the interrogation that the enemy was about to torture him to extract a confession. Let him come if he should come. He has made up his mind that even if he died, he would not reveal any secrets of the party.
Sitting on the electric chair was a man shaped like a wood. Zhang Fengshan carefully identified it and found that he was the person named Fang Ming mentioned by Gao Wenyuan, and he was also the one who wanted to connect with him on the dock. What does Song Tiejun's arrangement mean? Did Fang Ming rebel? Does he want to identify himself in person? Under the cruel and inhumane torture, people's will is very easy to change. This is called a trick. Also, has Gao Wenyuan sacrificed
In fact, Zhang Fengshan’s worries were unnecessary. Song Tiejun quickly spoke: "Mr. Zhang, please come over to play a game with us. You may not know that there is a game called Russian Roulette, which is too exciting! There is only one game. A bullet is in the revolver, and two people take turns pulling the trigger to see which one is unlucky. Inspired by this game, I also invented a game called "Nine Deaths". Anyone who passed the "Ten Death" in the county party headquarters With eight martial arts, whether he is a heinous Communist Party chief or an ordinary Communist Party member, he will have a chance to survive in the end, depending on whether his good fortune can survive the'nine deaths'."
This is the first time Zhang Fengshan has heard of this kind of killing game. Killing is a cruel and ruthless thing, but Song Tiejun has made it entertaining, letting the deceased decide his own life and death, which shows that his intentions are vicious. "What do you want me to do?"
Song Tiejun pointed to Fang Ming and said: "This person's name is Fang Ming. He is an organization member of the Wencheng County Party Committee of the Communist Party of China. You will help him pass this'nine deaths in a lifetime' pass later."
"I have no grievances with him in the past, and no enmity in recent days. Even if he is a Communist, I am a businessman. I am not interested in fighting between your two parties. I have no intention of being an accomplice to either party, let alone a murderer. "Zhang Fengshan vaguely felt the murderous intent here, so he politely declined.
Song Tiejun sneered: "Mr. Zhang, you and I know in my heart that according to what we know, you are currently the most suspicious. If you want to clear your suspicion, you have to do what we say."
"I don't know what you want me to do?"
"It's very simple. We will prepare ten dishes for Mr. Fang later, but you have to do one thing, which is to add condiments to nine of them. Mr. Zhang is a wise man, so he won't even do this little thing. No way?"
Zhang Fengshan understands that the so-called condiments are poisons. "Nine deaths" means that if Fang Ming eats any of these nine poisonous dishes, he will undoubtedly die. Only by eating that dish that is not poisoned can he live. This probability is too small, unless you tell him explicitly. If you tell him, your identity will be exposed, and it will be difficult for both of you to get out of this door; if you refuse to do it, your suspicions will not be cleared, they will do it themselves, and Fang Ming will still be unable to escape. But let him start with his comrades, it is really difficult for him to accept. He hesitated for a long time, suddenly a flash of light in his mind, thinking that this is also an opportunity to save Fang Ming, as long as Song Tiejun keeps his promise and reminds him euphemistically, maybe Fang Ming has a chance to survive. Thinking of this, he said: "I'll do it."
Song Tiejun yelled "Okay", then waved his hand, and the two men blindfolded Fang Ming's eyes. Then two people came in from the outside, carrying food boxes in their hands, and they placed the dishes in the food boxes one by one. On the small square table in front of Fang Ming, there were exactly ten.
Seeing that the food was complete, Song Tiejun took out a bag of powdery things from his pocket, handed it to Zhang Fengshan, and said, "Mr. Zhang, please."
Zhang Fengshan knew that it was arsenic, colorless and tasteless, and it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. It seemed that Fang Ming was more or less violent, but in this case, he could not take this risk. If he really eats poisonous vegetables and dies, he should be relieved of his pain by himself. Thinking about this, Zhang Fengshan was relieved, his hands no longer tremble, and the powder was evenly scattered in the nine dishes, only one piece of sweet-scented osmanthus fish was not scattered. He thought that Yu Ye, a folk who pays attention to fish, hoped that Fang Ming could understand this truth. Ma Biao came over and stirred it with his chopsticks, and the powder blended with the dish.
Song Tiejun untied Fang Ming’s blindfold and pointed to Zhang Fengshan and said to him: "Mr. Fang, this person is called Zhang Fengshan. If you encounter any misfortunes, don’t blame us. You can go to King Yama to sue him. Okay. , Please eat now."
Fang Ming looked at Zhang Fengshan earnestly, his eyes soft and full of nostalgia. From the conversation between Song Tiejun and Zhang Fengshan just now, Fang Ming knew that the person he was going to connect was far away and close in front of him. The enemy's trick of "nine deaths and deaths" is to test his comrades. For Zhang Fengshan's safety, Fang Ming made up his mind to sacrifice, and he wanted to make the last fight for the success of this mission.
Everyone's eyes focused on Fang Ming, and he took his chopsticks up leisurely, scanned the whole table, and his eyes stayed on the sweet-scented osmanthus fish.
Zhang Fengshan's heart raised his throat, hoping that his gaze would not leave. However, Fang Ming's eyes became extremely firm, and he chose braised pork without hesitation. In the eyes of everyone's astonishment, Fang Ming had a calm expression and ate the meat, saying, "This meat is really fragrant! It's been a long time since I ate such a beautiful meal. No matter what, it's better to be a hungry ghost and go hungry. "
Fang Mingzheng said, his chest shook, and a trace of black blood came out from the corner of his mouth. He pointed Zhang Fengshan with his finger and said, "You...you...", and then fell to the ground with a "porto" sound.
Song Tiejun laughed loudly.
At this time, Gao Wenyuan, who was peeking next door, was also frightened. He didn't want to turn faster by himself, perhaps he died like Fang Ming.