Qiu Jingwen did not respond, but simply nodded at the police officer.
This was the first time in nearly thirty years that he had stepped into the police station where prisoners were held.
It can be said that in the first few years after the liberation of Duliang, Qiu Jingwen, who was still a teenager, thought that if his identity as a member of the Kuomintang secret service was discovered, he would definitely go to jail.
Later, the infiltrating team never contacted him again, and no one made any contact with him. He gradually forgot about his identity as a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau.
Later, he met Jiang Yuping and entered a romantic relationship, and he was even less willing to think the worst of himself.
Then came marriage and children. As each child was born, Qiu Jingwen thought that two or three decades after liberation, his identity as a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau should have nothing to do with him anymore. But he never imagined that his superior, Liu Han, would appear on that stormy day, reviving his identity as a Military Intelligence Bureau member and dragging his work, life, and family step by step into an uncontrollable abyss.
Thinking of all this, Qiu Jingwen picked up her rice bowl and ate while tears streamed down her face.
At this moment, he was also thinking of his wife and children.
Qiu Jingwen knew in his heart that he would not be able to go home that night, nor would he be able to return to his wife and children.
His wife was fine, but the children would definitely ask all sorts of questions, because as the workshop director, he rarely didn't come home.
He wasn't sure if the news of his being taken away by the police had quickly spread throughout the Hongqi Factory.
Will everyone soon find out that he is a spy who has been lying low for more than 20 years, or the murderer who killed the old barber?
Qiu Jingwen, having taken the food, was pondering many questions.
For example, how would the cadres and employees of the Hongqi Factory react if they knew that Qiu Jingwen was a spy who had been hiding for many years?
Will they believe it?
Furthermore, would everyone believe that Liu Han was the murderer?
Not only the employees of Hongqi Factory, but also their own unsuspecting children, would they believe it when they heard the news?
The answer is obvious; the children certainly won't believe it.
Qiu Jingwen believes that he is a good father in the eyes of his children, a good husband and a good man in the eyes of his wife Jiang Yuping, and a good director and leader in the eyes of the workshop cadres and employees.
After finishing his meal, Qiu Jingwen placed the empty bowl on the iron window and knocked on the iron door.
At that very moment, the iron gate creaked open.
Two armed police officers walked in and then unlocked their handcuffs from their chairs.
"Qiu Jingwen, come with us."
A police officer said to Qiu Jingwen.
Qiu Jingwen didn’t ask, but he was wondering where he was being taken.
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