Chapter 22: Chen Zhaoyue uses silver needles to interrogate enemy spies
The enemy agent was like a puppet, mechanically and slowly speaking out information: "The third carriage... a man in blue cloth... holding a small stool..."
Although every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, he no longer held on to Shen Zhaoyue as tightly as before.
Everyone: “…”
The dining car was dead silent, with only the faint crackling sound of the burning scented candles.
Several people looked at each other. Jia Zheng was so excited that he couldn't even hold the pen steadily. He wrote a few crooked words in the notebook and couldn't write anymore.
"Ask more!" Jia Zheng lowered his voice, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "What is the contact method and code? What is their purpose?"
Although he had participated in many interrogations, he had never seen such methods.
After just two injections, he told me everything!
Now that we have this method, are we still worried that there are some confidential things that we can't get out?
"Okay." Chen Zhaoyue nodded and continued to ask: "After you find your companions, how are you going to contact them?"
"August... Osmanthus..." The short man's pupils were dilated, and he moved his lips mechanically: "Fragrant..."
Everyone held their breath, even Wen Yanxi leaned forward unconsciously.
But at this moment, the enemy spy suddenly began to twitch violently all over, with saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth and dripping all over the table.
“Oh…” Chen Zhaoyue frowned in disdain, and the silver needle turned a beautiful arc at the tip of her finger: “With this kind of endurance, you can actually be an enemy spy?”
She was about to step forward to help, but the enemy agent suddenly squeezed out the last few words from his throat: "Get off... get off at the next stop..."
Before he could finish his words, his whole body collapsed like a kite with a broken string.
He hadn't even asked two questions when he passed away. This was really beyond Chen Zhaoyue's expectations.
It seems that this enemy spy's physical fitness is not very good.
Rubbish!
In order to prevent the enemy spy from having any real health problems, Shen Zhaoyue hurried forward to remove the needle.
"Although he's not doing well, he's asked all the questions he needs to ask." Chen Zhaoyue said as he pulled out the needle, "When is the next stop? You better hurry up."
"In the third carriage, the man in blue cloth is holding a mat, arrest him immediately!" Wen Yanxi's eyes were stern, and his voice was as cold as a knife.
"yes!"
Jia Zheng hurriedly closed the notebook and put the pen into his pocket without even having time to cover it.
He winked at the train attendants, and they rushed to the connection between the carriages.
Before leaving, Jia Zheng did not forget to look back at the timetable on the wall.
There are less than fifteen minutes left until the next stop. If the accomplice is not intercepted in time, once the train arrives, he will most likely blend into the crowd and disappear without a trace.
As long as she can successfully catch the person, she can clear her suspicion.
Chen Zhaoyue's mood also lightened up. He looked at their hurriedly leaving backs, stroking the silver needle with his fingertips.
The flame of the scented candle danced under her eyes, reflecting her thoughtful expression.
Wen Yanxi's deep gaze fell on Shen Zhaoyue, and a hint of elusive complexity flashed in his eyes.
He really didn't expect that Shen Zhaoyue, the eldest daughter of the Shen family, actually knew acupuncture?
Chen Zhaoyue keenly noticed his gaze, put away the needle and looked towards Wen Yanxi.
When they looked up, their eyes met in the air, and in an instant it seemed as if even the air froze.
Wen Yanxi was the first to look away, his Adam's apple rolled unnaturally, his stern profile was tense, and his slender fingers unconsciously adjusted his cuffs.
This subtle movement was caught by Shen Zhaoyue, the corners of his lips unconsciously rose, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes.
"Now..." She suddenly took a step closer, raised her bright face, and her eyes shone as if filled with starlight: "Can you prove my innocence?"
The ending of her voice rose slightly, with a hint of playfulness, as if the thrilling interrogation just now had never happened, and she looked like a heartless little girl.
Wen Yanxi's breathing was held by her sudden approach, and he subconsciously took a half step back. However, when he saw her brilliant smile, a barely perceptible fluctuation flashed in his eyes.
"..." He coughed lightly, his voice still low: "For the time being... you can be ruled out as a suspect."
"It's just temporary, right?" Chen Zhaoyue pouted, obviously having some objections to Wen Yanxi's decision.
"Also," he changed the subject, "Your interrogation methods need to be reported."
"Ah?" Chen Zhaoyue was startled when he heard this, his voice filled with disbelief, "Do we need to report this?"
No, she just wanted to prove her innocence, but why did she make things so complicated?
She had just come through time and was unfamiliar with everything in this era, and she didn't know if it would have any impact on her.
"You have to understand, I'm not trying to force a confession!" Chen Zhaoyue stamped her feet anxiously, the flame of the scented candle shaking violently with her movements: "I'm clearly helping you..."
Chen Zhaoyue now felt very wronged. She had proved her innocence and helped them catch the enemy spies, but this man told her to "report"?
Wen Yanxi had almost never seen this kind of coquettish behavior.
Wen Yanxi's eyes twitched, and he looked away again with a somewhat uncomfortable look, no longer looking at Chen Zhaoyue.
"Ahem... put the things away first." Wen Yanxi didn't even realize that his voice was no longer as cold and hard as it was at the beginning.
But Chen Zhaoyue just thought that he was not going to pursue the matter any further, so he immediately smiled and went to pack up his things happily like a little mouse that had stolen oil.
She first extinguished the incense, put the silver needles back into the needle bag, and put them into the suitcase with skillful movements.
"Isn't the Shen family in business? When did you start studying medicine?" Wen Yanxi stared at her movements and suddenly spoke.
"Ah..." Chen Zhaoyue was stunned for a moment, then said calmly: "I learned it from an old man, I just know the basics."
She closed the suitcase's brass clasp, making a crisp "click".
Anyway, this thing is not easy to check, and it is not illegal to know medicine. The more Chen Zhaoyue thought about it, the more justified he felt.
Wen Yanxi narrowed his eyes, obviously not believing what she said, but in the end he just looked at her deeply and didn't ask any more questions.
…
Not long after, when they were about to arrive at the next stop, the train police who went to arrest the man came back.
They did bring back a man in blue cloth, who was taller and stronger than the short man, but looked so ordinary that it was hard to remember his face.
"What are you doing? Why are you arresting people for no reason?" The arrested man struggled and looked very angry.
But if you look closely, you can see a hint of panic hidden in his eyes.
"Shut up." The conductor turned a deaf ear to his shouting and escorted him all the way to the dining car.
When this person saw the short man handcuffed to the chair with a dazed look on his face, his face turned pale: "This... How is this possible..."
His voice stopped abruptly, as if someone had suddenly grabbed his throat.
The struggling movements froze, and her eyes were fixed on the white foam remaining at the corner of the short man's mouth, and the blood color on her face faded little by little.
This person's reaction said it all without asking.
As the train slowly entered the station, two enemy spies were escorted off the train and were about to be sent to the local police station for further interrogation.
Before leaving, the conductor stopped and saluted Chen Zhaoyue solemnly: "Comrade, this time it's all thanks to you, otherwise they would have gotten away!"
"You're welcome. It's what I should do." Shen Zhaoyue smiled and waved his hand.
Chen Zhaoyue smiled with her eyebrows curved and a dimple on her cheek, which made her look particularly beautiful.
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