Ning Zhiheng looked suspiciously at Huang Xiansheng, whose body was already a bloody mess, and the voice came from him.
He curled his lip in a cold smile. How could any flesh and blood withstand the torture of these instruments of torture?
He does not deny that there are people in this world who can face death calmly, but only one in ten thousand can endure these extremely cruel tortures.
Many people couldn't endure it and would rather commit suicide than continue to suffer.
Jiang Wende and Zhang Ping quickly stepped forward and carefully checked Huang Xiansheng's vital signs. They turned to Ning Zhiheng and said, "Captain Ning, the suspect has spoken. We should treat him first, otherwise he won't be able to hold on until the interrogation ends."
Ning Zhiheng nodded. It was good that Huang Xiansheng was willing to speak up, but he didn't think that Huang Xiansheng would tell him everything without reservation.
He secretly made up his mind that in the end he would still take his life and extract his memory; that was the most reliable and real way!
The interrogation department has its own on-call doctor, specifically to handle situations like this. Huang Xiansheng was taken off the cross, and the doctor provided basic treatment. It took half a day for his vital signs to stabilize.
The doctor nodded to Ning Zhiheng and Jiang Wende, indicating that the interrogation could continue, and then left the interrogation room.
Ning Zhiheng turned his gaze to Jiang Wende, who then turned to Zhang Ping and the two interrogators and said, "Let's go out!"
During interrogation, the fewer people who have access to intelligence, the better.
“Staff Officer Huang, now I will ask you questions. Answer truthfully. I hope our exchange is genuine and without reservation.” Ning Zhiheng moved a chair over and sat opposite Huang Xiansheng. “If I discover any concealment or deception on your part, you will pay a heavy price for your actions. Do you understand?”
Huang Xiansheng struggled to open his eyes, his swollen facial muscles squeezing them into slits. He nodded with difficulty.
“Okay, let’s begin now!” Ning Zhiheng said.
"Your real name?"
"Huang Xiansheng!"
"Officer Huang, this is really bad! This puts me in a difficult position! How about I use some more tricks on you!" Ning Zhiheng's eyes narrowed instantly, a cold glint flashing within them.
"Yes, my real name is Huang Xiansheng," Huang Xiansheng replied affirmatively.
"Chinese?"
"I'm Chinese, from Shandong. I have an elderly mother and an older brother at home. If you don't believe me, you can send someone to investigate and you'll find out!" Huang Xiansheng tried his best to defend himself.
Because Huang Xiansheng is an active-duty soldier, his detailed file is still in the military, and his household registration card only contains his personal information.
Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a traitor. Ning Zhiheng was unaware that there were actually people in his hometown who could vouch for his identity.
However, by this time, Shi Hong should have already brought Huang Xiansheng's files and all his office supplies back to the Operations Section.
He'll see it when he gets back, so there's no need to worry about him lying. We'll just have to skip this issue for now.
"Your true identity?"
"A Special Higher Police agent from the Japanese Ministry of Home Affairs!"
"Code name?"
"puppet!"
As the interrogation progressed, the situation gradually became clearer, and the truth slowly came to light.
Huang Xiansheng was from Linyi, Shandong. When he was a teenager, he was taken to Japan as a laborer and engaged in extremely heavy physical labor such as quarrying, mining coal, and port handling.
Many did not persevere and died far from home. Huang Xiansheng, because of his young age, was selected by the Japanese and underwent five years of special agent training and political indoctrination.
Then he was sent back to China and used as a pawn. After that, he joined the army and, with the military knowledge he had learned in Japan, distinguished himself in the army and eventually joined the Central Army.
It was only then that Japanese intelligence agents found him, began to assign him tasks, and officially started his espionage activities.
Ning Zhiheng listened to his legendary story with a mixture of belief and skepticism, but what he wanted more was not these past events.
How do you receive instructions?
"You probably already guessed that radios accept digital codes for specific channels!"
"Time? Channel? Codebook?"
“Every night at 10 p.m., on channel 93.3, the booklet contains two novels: ‘Birds of a Feather’ on odd-numbered days and ‘The Wilderness’ on even-numbered days. They are located on the far right of the second shelf of my study bookshelf.”
Where is the dead mail box?
"Behind a black brick on the bottom left corner of the north exterior wall of the Tongfu Inn on Beihua Street, the brick is loose."
Why choose that location?
"There is a grove of trees to the north of Tongfu Inn. It is very secluded and no one goes there usually. People only go in when they need to relieve themselves. Whenever I release information, I pretend to be going to the toilet and no one will notice."
"Should we release intelligence first, or send a signal first?"
"First, put the intelligence in the dead mailbox. Then go to 402 Beihua Street and place a potted rose on the windowsill to send a signal. The next day, check the dead mailbox again to see if there's any intelligence. If not, it means the intelligence has been retrieved and everything is normal. I'll then take the rose down. If the intelligence hasn't been retrieved from the dead mailbox, it means something is wrong. We'll abandon room 402 as the communication point, destroy the intelligence immediately, leave, and begin our infiltration, awaiting further instructions!"
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