Qiu Jingwen, I am a guilty man. Before the liberation of Duliang, the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics sent me to Duliang. After the liberation, I was sent to infiltrate. The first time I saw you at the Duliang school, I noticed a resemblance between you and your father, Qiu Zhongjing, and I suspected you were Qiu Jingwen's son. I didn't intend to recruit you into the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. I planned to train you to be a member of the Bureau, then tell you about your parents and find an opportunity for you to go undercover. But things didn't go as I expected; you suddenly disappeared.
After that, I worked as a barber in Yushan Township as a cover. Ten years ago, Tan Chuntao, a mute man, came into my view. He looked somewhat like my wife.
Xiao Qiu, over the years, we've long since stopped working for the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, and they haven't given me a single penny of military funds. We're like kites with broken strings. But I only found out about you at the Red Flag Factory more than ten years ago because you looked just like your father when you grew up. Although your name is Qiu Jingwen, I'm certain that you are the son of Qiu Zhongjing and Zhang Wenjuan. I also know that you worked at the Red Flag Factory and that you climbed step by step to the position of workshop director.
When Tan Chuntao was sick and hospitalized and needed money, I suddenly had a crazy idea: to extort three thousand yuan from you. Tan Chuntao has been with me for over ten years, and I'm willing to take the risk for her. Of course, I've already thought it through. Before liberation, I betrayed the organization and led people to besiege your parents and their men. I deserve to die. If one day I can die at your hands, you can be considered to have avenged your parents, or you can be said to have eliminated traitors for the organization.
There's something else important I need to tell you: my superior is called Butterfly.
Butterfly is Liu Han's superior and the leader of the Hidden Group, which was something Qiu Jingwen had anticipated.
In my brief recollection, some things from the training class I attended as a teenager are mostly vague, and I can't find any suspicious people.
Qiu Jingwen snapped out of his reverie and continued reading. When he saw the Mushroom Project, his heart tightened.
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