When the body of Captain Zhao of the detective team was carried out of Maeda's office, it was a horrible sight. He had been stabbed dozens of times. It was more like debris than a body. It looked more like a bloody pile, with arms and fingers falling off and having to be picked up along the way.
The military police immediately made a statement that Captain Zhao's intelligence work was faulty and was exploited by the enemy, resulting in huge losses. Considering that he had always devoted himself to his duties, the Imperial Army would not pursue this responsibility. However, he could not be happy and committed suicide out of shame. This move should set an example for his colleagues.
When the family went to the gendarmerie to collect the body, the body had already been nailed into the coffin. Two gendarmes accompanied them throughout the process. Whoever opened the coffin would die, and the body had to be buried directly!
The detective team is in a panic. Deputy captain Li Youcai is in custody for treason. Captain Zhao committed suicide after visiting the gendarmerie. Two guards on duty died in the detective team prison this morning. One was poisoned in the duty room and the other was strangled outside Li Youcai's cell. No one dares to touch this kind of case at this time. Let alone handling the case, even colleagues dare not talk to each other when they meet. The sky has fallen and the ground is muddy. Just play it safe!
At noon that day, a civilian gendarmerie appeared in the detective team with bandages on his body. The gendarmerie was currently short of staff, so they sent a slightly injured soldier to the detective team to temporarily take charge of the work, because the detective team was in disarray because they had no leader.
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The lock opened, and there was a sharp creaking sound of the iron bolt sliding out. Then the cell door opened wide, and the guard outside the door waved the key chain in his hand impatiently: "Number 127, come out! Hurry!"
Hu Yi did not feel his legs numb because he was not as decadent as the other prisoners who collapsed to the ground. Although those things that could not be called food at all could not fill his stomach, he still stretched his muscles and bones in the dark regularly and did strength training to the best of his ability; of course, skin injuries were very painful.
The moment he walked out of the prison gate, he could no longer open his eyes. He only felt bright and painful sensations everywhere. He could only stumble and fall as the escorts pushed and pulled him. Later, he entered the room and finally got used to it. He vaguely judged the unclear environment. There was a table and a window. There seemed to be a Japanese military police sitting behind the table opposite, and two figures in black on the left and right. This was not an interrogation room, but an office.
"Your name is Hu Yi."
The one who was speaking was the devil. His Chinese was pretty good, but his accent was a little harsh.
"yes."
So he asked, “Who is your superior?”
He answered dryly: "Captain Li. I am only responsible to Captain Li."
Question: "What's your mission?"
Answer: "Passing on information."
Question: “Range?”
A: "Not sure. Wherever the Eighth Route Army appears, I will appear there."
Question: “Who gave you the information?”
A: "I don't know."
“That’s not the answer.”
"I really don't know. Captain Li never told me the details. I just lurked in all the places where the Eighth Route Army had appeared. Once I found the agreed symbol, it meant that the intelligence was there. I obtained it and reported it to Captain Li. This was my mission."
Question: “What is the agreed symbol?”
Answer: "It is a sheep's head pattern."
The military police officer who was questioning him lowered his head to look at the materials on the table and asked again: "The Eighth Route Army may attack the county town in the near future, possibly to rescue someone. Is this the last piece of information you got?"
Answer: "Yes. In Xinglong Town."
Question: "Then how did you know that the Eighth Route Army appeared in Xinglong Town?"
A: "I don't know. This time it was just a coincidence. I went to Xinglong Town to do some work, and then everything got messed up, so I could only start working by chance."
"Let him go." The military police suddenly said to the guard behind Hu Yi. After the shackles were removed, he asked Hu Yi again: "Do you know about the Sheep Head Plan?"
"have no idea."
The military police sighed and leaned back in his chair. "The one who gave you the information was the last Sheep Head. This was the Sheep Head Project. Unfortunately, it has been exposed now and there is a risk of being used. The plan has been terminated."
Then, he pushed Hu Yi's detective ID to the front of the table, and pushed a blued M1932 Mauser pistol in a holster next to the ID: "This is your gun. It's a good habit to write your name in the holster." Finally, he took out a stack of military bills and a stack of money, put them together, and pushed them next to the gun: "You need to recover from your injuries, new clothes, a good meal, and even more, a woman; this is a reward and also compensation."
Hu Yi did not rush forward. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "I want to know, Captain Li... How is he?"
"Commander Maeda hasn't made a statement yet, so it's best not to ask about him. But... his situation is different from yours. He really wants to trade the intelligence about the concentration camp. Although the value of the intelligence about the concentration camp is not very high, these are all facts." The military police paused here and suddenly showed a complicated smile: "He is a toad. I really want to chop him up with my own hands!"
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Standing on the street outside the detective team's gate, Hu Yi's upper body clothes were tattered and covered with dried blood in the sunlight. His holster strap was casually hung on his right shoulder. He looked haggard and it took him a long time to adjust his vision before it became completely clear.
Hu Yi didn't know the whole plan. At the beginning, time was limited and Li Youcai only told him what to say. Recalling what he had just heard in the detective team's office, he was even more confused. He really couldn't understand what the traitor Li Youcai had done. How could it be true? The complicated smile and the last sentence of the military police were really incomprehensible, which only proved that Li Youcai should not die.
When I thought of this, I came back to reality. I noticed that passers-by were avoiding me. My image and location were not in harmony and I was too conspicuous. So I randomly chose a direction and walked without any purpose. After getting used to the darkness, I felt that everything under the sun was unreal, no matter how busy it was or how many plaques were standing there.
I walked to the next street corner unconsciously, feeling insecure as if I was being followed. I subconsciously put my hand close to the holster, stopped, pretended to half turn around lazily, and looked back. It seemed that my neck could no longer move, as if I had twisted my neck.
Only three meters behind, there was a half-grown girl standing quietly. Her black shoes and black pants were stained with dust. She wore an ill-fitting oversized black coat with her chest open. She had two braids on her hair that looked messy as if she hadn't combed her hair for several days. Her face was visibly dirty from the previous night. In the sunlight, she stared at him with a pair of large eyes that were slightly bloodshot from staying up all night, half-smiling. She didn't say a word.
It took a full ten seconds for Hu Yi's neck to return to normal. He lowered his head to look at the ground, then looked up at the sky, and continued walking forward.
He walked past another street corner, stopped again, and looked back again. Three meters behind him, the two braids stopped swinging again, but his expression changed.
"Why are you ignoring me!"
"I thought I was dreaming!" He laughed.
"Why are you so annoying!" She couldn't keep up her fake anger and her tone became strange.
He walked back a few steps and came to her: "I think... I have to go to the bathhouse first."
"I'm hungry. Let's eat first."
"But I..."
"I don't think you stink! Can't I buy some buns? Hey, the question is, do you have money? Don't look at me!"
He quickly searched his pockets and took out his share of compensation for his suffering; her big eyes lit up immediately and she snatched it all away.
Later, they walked side by side on the street. As they got farther away, she couldn't help but chattering happily: "Let's go to a restaurant... buy some clothes... get a haircut... go listen to storytelling..."
"I have to take a shower."
"Okay, osmanthus cake..."