Qiu Shui's stunned expression was tinged with fear.
Police officers arrived at her home, and each of them, including Wu Dinghuai, had a pistol tucked into their waistband.
Jiang Yuping looked at Wu Dinghuai and naturally knew the purpose of the police officers coming to her home: to search for information related to her husband, Qiu Jingwen.
She had already had two direct encounters with Wu Dinghuai, so they were practically old acquaintances.
After Wu Dinghuai and Qian Weidong entered the Qiu family's house, another police officer stood guard outside the door.
"Dr. Jiang Yuping, this is our search warrant. Qiu Jingwen is suspected of murder and espionage. We are going to search your home."
As Wu Dinghuai spoke, he handed the search warrant bearing the seal of the public security authorities to Jiang Yuping.
The usually composed Jiang Yuping's hands trembled, and her face turned deathly pale.
She took the search warrant, glanced at it, said nothing, and handed it to Wu Dinghuai.
"You've searched thoroughly."
She threw a sentence at Wu Dinghuai.
This statement carries a sense of injustice and even resentment.
In fact, ever since Jiang Yuping learned of her husband's identity as a member of the Kuomintang's Military Intelligence Bureau, she felt ashamed and embarrassed by it.
However, after listening to Qiu Jingwen's detailed account, she learned that her husband was still a teenager, a child, who, in order to survive and avoid going hungry, was tricked by Liu Han into joining the Military Intelligence Bureau training class and becoming a secret agent.
Moreover, over the years, her husband, who was a secret agent, had never done anything wrong, never taken a penny of funding for the Kuomintang's activities, and even forgot his identity as a Kuomintang agent, until Liu Han appeared and completely disrupted their family's life.
The person who killed Liu Han was Jiang Yuping, and her husband was not the murderer.
Therefore, Jiang Yuping felt indignant on behalf of her husband, even though she knew that he was taking the blame for her in the case of the murderer.
Wu Dinghuai and Qian Weidong didn't say anything, but went straight into Qiu Jingwen and Jiang Yuping's bedroom and began the search.
After searching the bedrooms, they searched the balcony, and then searched the rooms of Qiuyue Qiushou and Qiushui Qiuchan respectively.
Finally, Wu Dinghuai took a photo and filled out the search list.
“Jiang Yuping, this photo in my hand was found at the bottom of a toolbox. We want to take it with us. Please sign here. We didn’t take anything else.”
Looking at the photo in Wu Dinghuai's hand, Jiang Yuping said to him:
"Comrade Wu, may I take a look at this photo?"
Wu Dinghuai looked at Jiang Yuping with some surprise.
"Dr. Jiang, you and Qiu Jingwen have been married for over twenty years. Haven't you seen this photo before?"
"No, if I had seen it, I wouldn't need to ask you to let me see it."
Wu Dinghuai didn't say anything.
He reached out and handed the photo to Jiang Yuping.
"It's good for you to take a look and recall if you remember anything. Did Qiu Jingwen mention any past events to you?"
Jiang Yuping didn't say anything, but reached out and took the photo.
This is a black and white photograph. There are only four people in the photo: two adults and two children.
Clearly, this is a family photo. With Jiang Yuping's intelligence, she could naturally tell that the adults were Qiu Jingwen's parents, and the two boys and girls, who were only a few years old, were Qiu Jingwen and his sister Qiu Jingxuan.
For some reason, tears welled up in Jiang Yuping's eyes as she looked at the little boy in the photo.
This is a photo of her husband when he was a child. From the time they met until they got married and had five children, her husband had never taken this photo out. She never imagined that her husband would hide such a precious photo under the toolbox where he usually kept wrenches, screwdrivers, and other tools in the workshop!
The photo was taken in the snow in winter. From the boy's tender face and features, Jiang Yuping could naturally see the shadow of her husband, Qiu Jingwen. The little girl had pigtails and a pretty face that was very cute. The two adults looked to be in their thirties. They were wearing patched cotton-padded clothes and had no smiles on their faces, but rather serious and stern expressions.
Jiang Yuping looked at the photo for two or three minutes, which Wu Dinghuai felt was a bit too long.
"Dr. Jiang, is it ready now?"
Wu Dinghuai urged.
Jiang Yuping then realized what was happening and handed the photo to Wu Dinghuai.
"Thank you, Comrade Wu."
Wu Dinghuai did not respond. He took the photo and then went downstairs with Qian Weidong and another police officer standing outside the door.
The Qiu family's door remained open.
Jiang Yuping didn't close the door, and Qiu Shui, who was already trembling with fear, also didn't close the door.
time,
At this moment, silence and darkness descended.
I don't know how much time passed.
Qiu Shui looked at her mother with tears streaming down her face.
"mom!".
She burst into tears.
"My dad is a spy? My dad is a murderer? Is all of this true?"
Jiang Yuping did not respond, but instead reached out and closed the door, then hugged her daughter tightly in her arms.
She sobbed as she hugged her daughter.
"No, no, no, your father wasn't a spy. Back then, he was just a teenager, a kid about your age. He was instigated by bad people to join the Kuomintang. He did it to keep himself and your sister from starving, to survive. He wasn't a bad person. He never did anything bad. Your father is the kindest and cleanest person in the world, the best man in the world, and the best father you all have."
Jiang Yuping seemed to have completely lost her temper.
She confided her thoughts to her daughter.
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