"Tell me honestly, is there any Communist Party blood on your hands?"
Zhou Hailin shook his head and said, "Actually, I really didn't have the blood of the Communists on my hands. Most of the time when I fired shots, I just fired randomly and didn't hurt anyone at all. In the end, everyone saw how the situation developed and saw that the Kuomintang was doomed. Who would work for the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics?"
"Then why is what you told me in the mountains different from what I said earlier?"
“I was just saying it casually, because I’m worried my wife and son will report me.”
"When did the butterfly contact you?"
"About half a year ago, when the barber was still alive, I had just arrived home one day when a child ran up to my house and handed me a letter. That's when I realized that I had been targeted by the butterfly. I could sense that the old man was hiding in our Yushan town."
"Have you ever noticed anyone who makes you feel like they're following you or deliberately observing you?"
"I really didn't think that much about it. It's been more than 20 years since liberation. Who would have thought that a butterfly would suddenly appear?"
"Old Zhou, is there anything else you want to tell me?"
"That's all. Thank you for treating me to drinks and ordering so many good dishes. To be honest, we don't get to eat such good food and drinks during holidays. Your military factory is really lucrative and rich. The cost of these drinks and dishes is enough for my family to earn several months' worth of work points."
Qiu Jingwen knew that Zhou Hailin's identity had long since become that of a farmer. He also knew that he could no longer get any valuable information out of Zhou Hailin, so he stopped asking and started talking about their parents. After all, they were in a tavern, and although they were talking in hushed tones, they were still worried that someone might overhear them.
After lunch, Zhou Linhai seemed quite drunk and was staggering as they left the tavern. Qiu Jingwen, worried that something might happen to him, offered to take him home, but Zhou Linhai refused: "Director Qiu, I'd better go home by myself. If we drink here, Butterfly might send someone to follow us. If you come home with me, I'm worried that people will find out and threaten me with my grandson and granddaughter."
Qiu Jingwen didn't insist, but Zhou Hailin lingered, his eyes fixed on Qiu Jingwen's bag. Finally, he sighed, "Sigh, forget it. Your money didn't grow on trees. Just because you treated me to good food and wine, I won't even think about the three thousand yuan. You can go and expose me with your wife and son."
After saying that, he turned and left, never looking back.
Watching Zhou Hailin walk away, Qiu Jingwen felt a mix of emotions. He could imagine that many other so-called undercover agents would be in similar situations if they were ordinary people, and might have long forgotten their identities as agents of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.
Qiu Jingwen didn't rush to leave. Instead, he looked around for a moment and found that the middle-aged woman wearing sunglasses was about 30 meters away from him. When she saw Qiu Jingwen staring at her, she immediately turned her body away.
At this moment, Qiu Jingwen seemed to want to confirm the accuracy of something, and walked straight towards the woman in sunglasses.
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