Chapter 52 Questioning
The person opposite asked, "What's his sister's name?"
Gao Xiaoman said, "I think her name is Song Juan."
"Okay, we've noted that down. Let's continue with our previous question: Where exactly is your aunt from?"
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Late at night, Gao Xiaoman dragged her tired body home.
Zhang Guoqing leaned closer and asked, "What have you been up to? You're home later than me?"
Gao Xiaoman had a lot to say, but when she saw Zhang Guoqing smoking and puffing away, her temper flared up.
“I’m pregnant, and you’re still smoking.”
“You’re pregnant, not me. Why can’t I smoke?” Zhang Guoqing felt she was being unreasonable.
"You smoke and I inhale secondhand smoke, which affects the children."
“My dad smokes too, and all of us siblings are doing fine. Don’t spout those capitalist fallacies. If you’re pregnant, don’t wander around outside. That’s better than anything else,” Zhang Qingguo said irritably.
Gao Xiaoman plopped down on the sofa and started crying without saying a word.
Helpless, Zhang Qingguo could only patiently coax, "Okay, stop crying. If you cry any more, your eyes will get swollen and you won't look good."
Sure enough, this trick worked on Gao Xiaoman. She sniffed and said, "Aren't you going to ask me what I've been doing?"
"Where have you been?" Zhang Qingguo asked, holding her hand.
"I was called in for a talk." Gao Xiaoman finished recounting her ordeal that evening, then looked on expectantly for Zhang Qingguo to comfort her.
But Zhang Qingguo yawned and said, "Don't talk nonsense in the future. Okay, go to sleep."
He buried his head in her chest, pressed her down on the sofa, and began to grope her.
Gao Xiaoman was speechless. She pushed him away and said, "I can't do that during pregnancy, didn't I tell you?"
That damn man, he only thinks about that one thing, he doesn't care at all whether she lives or dies.
Zhang Qingguo said disappointedly, "Can't I even kiss him?"
"I'm afraid you won't be able to control yourself." Gao Xiaoman knew very well what kind of person her man was.
Zhang Qingguo said, "Okay, I'll go to sleep now."
If he can't kiss her, he can't kiss her. She's pregnant and her temper is bad, so he has to put up with it.
The next day, Gao Xiaoman's aunt was also summoned for questioning.
She came home in the evening with a long face and said, "Xiaoman, you've ruined me."
Gao Xiaoman was confused: "What does this have to do with me?"
Blame it on that damned Special W; of all places to go, he had to come to the military compound.
They're really bold.
"Isn't it because you talk like a capitalist all day long, spend money extravagantly, and dress flashy that people come to interrogate me?"
Gao Xiaoman refused to take the blame: "Shen Wanjun also spends money and dresses well, so why don't you talk to her?"
They're only targeting her and her family? That doesn't make sense.
The aunt said, "Shen Wanjun was dressed quite modestly, and she didn't spend much money."
Last time I went to the market, all I bought were seeds and chamber pots; it was hilarious.
Gao Xiaoman was very unhappy. Shen Wanjun was clearly the most wealthy heiress, so why was she seen as low-key by others, while she was seen as flashy?
What did they ask you?
"Ask about Special W," Auntie said in a low voice. "I didn't say anything."
"That's good." Gao Xiaoman had just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard her aunt say again, "I didn't say anything I shouldn't have."
Gao Xiaoman was taken aback. "What exactly did you say?"
"I just mentioned a few of my suspects."
"You don't doubt me, do you?" Gao Xiaoman asked nervously.
The aunt shook her head, "You pay me to work, how could I do something worse than that of a pig or a dog?"
The atmosphere in the compound has been tense these past two days, to the point that Dang Xianghong doesn't even dare to gossip with anyone.
Feeling restless at home, she came to find Shen Wanjun.
After eating the meal cooked by Song Juan, she smiled and said, "I finally don't have to worry about you starving to death."
Shen Wanjun laughed heartily: "Sister Hong, with the sauce you provided, how could I possibly starve to death?"
She paused for a moment and then said, "Are you going to the service center? I'll take Juan'er to buy some pens and paper."
Why buy that?
"I'm just killing time, so I'm teaching her to recognize some characters."
"You're such a good sister-in-law, let's go together."
The three of them went to the service store, bought their things, and chatted as they walked home.
Halfway there, Political Commissar Hao and his men stopped Song Juan: "Song Juan, right? Please come with us."
"Political Commissar Hao, what's going on?" Shen Wanjun felt uneasy. Could it be that the investigation into Special Agent W had targeted Song Juan?
Political Commissar Hao reassured him, "It's just a few questions, don't worry."
Song Juan was brought into the interrogation room. She looked around, more curious than nervous.
So this is the interrogation room. Seeing is believing.
The stories Song Zhan had told her—of heroic figures who fought bravely against enemy forces for their country and family—involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
She sat up straight and asked, "Comrades, what can I do for you?"
"Ask me any questions you may have, and I will answer them to the best of my ability."
"Oh, you'd better ask quickly. My sister-in-law is taking care of my brother by herself, and she's pregnant. I'm worried about her."
The two people opposite them exchanged a glance; it was rare to see such a calm woman who took the initiative to speak.
This is completely different from the previous people who either went crazy or cried when they were questioned.
Everyone became more alert, feeling that her calmness was abnormal.
Such people are either worldly-wise and have a clear conscience.
Or they're special cases, with strong mental fortitude, who don't take the questions seriously at all.
What is your purpose in coming to the military compound?
Song Juan blushed slightly and asked in surprise, "How did you know I came here with a purpose?"
The person on the other end was shocked; they had actually gotten something out of him. This guy had some intelligence, but not much.
It feels easy to break through.
"Tell me your purpose?" the person on the other end asked in a deliberately relaxed tone.
He even thoughtfully poured Song Juan a glass of water.
Song Juan was very touched. She used to boil water and pour it for others, but today she was drinking water poured by an important person.
In Song Juan's mind, those who wear military uniforms are all important figures, incredibly capable of protecting the country.
Her eyes were slightly red. Could Song Juan be considered to have made something of herself?
If the village girls knew this, they'd be green with envy.
The person opposite her had no idea that Song Juan had such a rich inner world. Seeing that she didn't speak, they thought that they had scared the special agents by being too enthusiastic.
He tapped the table and said, "Quickly state your purpose."
Song Juan pursed her lips and said, "Actually, my brother and sister-in-law don't know about this. I came here with my mother's purpose."
"Your mother?"
"Yes, my mom."
The people opposite whispered among themselves, "Commander Song's mother? Is she the mastermind behind it all?"
The group fell silent. "That can't be," they thought.
Song Juan started talking: "You don't know, my mom scolds my brother every day at home, saying that he is a heartless person, doesn't help the family, and is an ingrate and selfish bastard."
"She can't stand seeing my brother doing well because she herself is suffering too much."
The two people in charge of the questioning frowned: Could this be considered a motive for the crime?
Would a mother who can't stand to see her son doing well take such a risk?
Song Juan continued, "My mother sent me here mainly to deal with my sister-in-law."
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