"Now, let me ask a more personal question: where do you keep your valuables and money?" Ning Zhiheng pressed.
Huang Xiansheng's already swollen head suddenly froze, and he hesitated.
"Don't tell me you're penniless and have no money left! Sometimes, overacting isn't a good thing!" Ning Zhiheng took a few steps, his sharp eyes fixed on Huang Xiansheng.
“What in this world is more important than life?” Ning Zhiheng followed up with another question.
Huang Xiansheng sighed and said bitterly, "Sometimes when acting goes on for so long, it almost becomes real!"
He shifted his body slightly, adjusting his position to make himself more comfortable, and finally spoke: "Under the east leg of my bed in my bedroom, there's a hollowed-out area where a key is hidden. It's the key to the Xinhua Bank safe deposit box, and it needs to be used together with the bank's key to open it."
Xinhua Bank is a major bank in Tianjin and one of the most powerful banks in the country. As Nanjing is the capital, it naturally has a branch there. Its safe deposit box service was a pioneering initiative in China.
"According to you, it's been six years since the Japanese made contact with you. Have you developed any new downlines?" This is Ning Zhiheng's most important question today.
Arresting Huang Xiansheng wasn't the end goal; his true objective was to follow the trail and uncover the entire spy team.
“No, I keep a low profile and rarely make friends; most of my acquaintances are casual acquaintances. I try not to attract attention,” Huang Xiansheng said slowly, closing his eyes.
After listening to his words and thinking about them carefully, Ning Zhiheng still couldn't tell whether they were true or false.
Huang Xiansheng was now weak and limp, struggling to move, his face swollen and distended. For the time being, it was impossible to judge the truthfulness of his words based on his facial expressions and behavior.
Moreover, truly trained spies are very good at concealing their true psychological processes, making it quite difficult to analyze them by observing their words and actions.
He hesitated for a moment, then decided to skip the question, because he had no way of verifying whether or not a downline had been developed, unless he used his trump card.
However, he was confident that he was prepared for the last moment and that Huang Xiansheng would not escape his grasp.
Over the next two hours, Ning Zhiheng questioned Huang Xiansheng in detail about the intelligence he had previously stolen. Huang Xiansheng then passed on all the intelligence he had access to to the Japanese Special Higher Police.
He also managed to steal much of the intelligence that was previously inaccessible and send it back. Looking at the interrogation records in his hand, Ning Zhiheng felt a chill run down his spine.
The Japanese intelligence service was extremely effective. If a single mole could steal so much intelligence, how many moles like Huang Xiansheng could the Japanese have painstakingly cultivated over decades?
"How many members are in your special agent team? Is there any contact between you?" Ning Zhiheng felt he should try harder to find some clues, even though he knew the chances were slim!
Huang Xiansheng was stunned for a moment when he heard Ning Zhiheng's question. He licked his dry lips and slowly asked, "Was Windmill arrested too? You should ask him these questions. There is no horizontal communication between intelligence agents. He is the only meeting point for our members. He is the one who revealed the location of the signal, right?"
"Windmill!" Ning Zhiheng asked in confusion, then suddenly realized with alarm that he had made a serious mistake.
Huang Xiansheng immediately noticed Ning Zhiheng's momentary loss of composure. He looked up and stared at him, saying, "The windmill wasn't arrested? Then how did you find 402 Beihua Street and know about that rose bush? How is that possible?"
Huang Xiansheng's eyes were filled with questions and resentment. He kept trying to figure out where he had slipped up.
"Staff Officer Huang, you're too curious. What's the point of saying all this now?" Ning Zhiheng didn't answer his question. "And what can be salvaged?"
"I'm just curious, normally you should be most concerned about the most important person in the investigation team, my superior, Windmill!"
He was the head of the Shadow Group, controlling the radio and the final link in the intelligence transmission process for each member.
But in your question just now, you only asked about the location of the dead mailbox and didn't follow up on that lead. This shows that you don't care who took the intelligence at all.
Because you know who it is!
The windmill has been exposed!
He has even been arrested!
And you know about No. 402 Beihua Street, and that pot of roses—secrets only the windmill knows.
But your expression tells me that you don't know the code name Windmill, or even the Shadow Group, which confuses me.
He didn't confess, right?
You didn't get the other members' signal locations from him, did you?
But how did you find me?
Huang Xiansheng was clearly trapped in a logical fallacy and couldn't get out! He kept repeating these questions, trying to find the answers, but it was all in vain!
From the information in his words, Ning Zhiheng finally learned that Fu Cheng, also known as Yanagida Yuki, had the code name Windmill.
They belong to the Shadow Agents Group. Windmill is the superior of all members and should also be their group leader, as evidenced by the fact that he always has two spies guarding him.
Unfortunately, his will was also the most stubborn; he endured the torture in the interrogation room, only to die from electric shock. If it weren't for Ning Zhiheng's intervention, the military intelligence department would have ultimately gained nothing!
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Jiang Wende and the doctor on duty walked in.
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