Chapter 169 "He Confessed"
Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun delivered a midnight snack to the serious crime squad, finished their work hastily, and went home to sleep.
The next morning at ten o'clock, I finished a class.
Jian Ruochen returned to West Kowloon for work and visited Liang Xinyue when passing by Queen Mary Hospital.
He has woken up, but he is still in the ICU as he was shot several times and is not out of danger. His cheeks are sunken and he looks very thin.
Looking at Liang Xinyue, Jian Ruochen thought of Morklin who refused to give in.
After standing at the viewing window for a while, he turned to look at Xu Tuo and asked about the situation.
The doctor said that the shot Lu Rong fired was close in distance and with great intensity, and the impact damaged his heart and lungs and broke Xu Tuo's spine. Even if he wakes up, it may cause lifelong paralysis of his lower limbs.
Although Xu Tuo is alive, it is no different from being dead.
Although Lu Rong was furious, his situation was much better than Xu Tuo's.
He will be able to be discharged from the hospital soon and will not have to spend any time in jail.
At half past ten, Jian Ruochen returned to the West Kowloon Regional Police Station and interrogated Moore again.
The man took off his suit and wore only a black shirt without any metal accessories and which was a little gray and wrinkled. On the outside, he wore a numbered burnt yellow vest issued by the detention center.
There were dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes were half-closed. He could only barely hold up his head while sitting on the chair, and it was obvious that he was extremely sleepy.
The cup of black tea he drank at one o'clock helped him fall asleep at seven in the morning.
During the three hours of deep sleep, he dreamed of the art festival he had attended when he was a student.
He dreamed of the mother who would make him sandwiches and gently wake him up.
Twenty years.
He really wants to go home.
Jian Ruochen sat in front of Morklin and said bluntly: "Tell me about you and Lu Rong. When did you meet? How did you meet?"
Morklin was stunned and asked with a strange look on his face: "You don't want to ask anything else?"
Jian Ruochen asked with a half-smile, "What do you want to ask?"
He paused, restrained his expression, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, answer my question!"
Molkerin was drowsy and said subconsciously: "We met through Oliver Keith. The professor introduced Lu Rong to me."
Jian Ruochen: "When did you first meet?"
"Summer of 1988." Molkerin said vaguely.
His voice got lower and lower, his head drooped, and his eyes seemed to be closing.
Zhang Xingzong slammed the table and shouted: "Come on!"
Morklin woke up with a start.
When the people in Group A are in the interrogation room, they may not be very good at other interrogation techniques, but they are particularly proficient in intimidation, inducement and memory recovery.
Jian Ruo was silent about Zhang Xingzong's methods, lowered her head and glanced at the document in her hand, and suddenly felt that the time point 1988 was strange.
Oliver Keith arrived in Hong Kong in 1988 and lived in a fishing village under a pseudonym. After meeting Feng Ye, he stole his work in 1989 and killed and dismembered the man.
Jian Ruochen waited for Molkerlin to recover and continued to ask, "You knew each other in 1988? Then in the summer of 1989, Oliver Keith killed Feng Ye, a returned astrophysics researcher, and stole his academic achievements. Did you instruct him to do this?"
Morklin raised his hand and touched his nose. "No, I don't know about this."
"You're lying." Jian Ruochen chuckled.
When people lie, they secrete catecholamines, which cause the cells inside the nasal cavity to swell. Gently touching the nose can relieve this feeling. ①
"I'll give you one more chance. Speak nicely." Jian Ruochen said in a steady tone, neither hurried nor slow. "Speak nicely. After that, I can help you call the British Consulate General in Hong Kong."
Molkerlin's heart was beating fast.
He couldn't tell whether it was because of what he heard or because he didn't get enough sleep yesterday.
A tingling and hot sensation came from the back of the neck, shoulders, waist and abdomen, making people feel extremely anxious for no reason.
He didn't dare look directly into Jian Ruochen's eyes, and he didn't know why this man could tell that he was lying. He could only nod slowly in agony and admit, "I didn't instruct Oliver Keith to kill Feng Ye, but we acquiesced to it. Hong Kong is about to be taken back, and we can't let China have too many talents."
Jian Ruochen laughed coldly.
Just when Molklin thought he was going to seize this incident and use it as a starting point to inquire about his mission in Hong Kong.
Jian Ruochen changed the subject and asked, "You said yesterday that you had a deal with Lu Rong. What deal?"
Morklin was extremely sleepy. He thought that as long as he didn't reveal the content of his mission, he spoke almost without thinking, and answered instinctively: "I helped him launder money, and he helped me contact officials in Hong Kong. We bribed and lobbied, bought off all kinds of staff at all levels and departments in Hong Kong, and monitored the plans and preparations between the mainland and the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office to take back Hong Kong."
"We want to..."
He stopped talking here, his whole body covered in cold sweat.
Almost…
He almost accidentally revealed his mission.
I feel so sleepy.
Jian Ruochen squinted at him, leaned back in his chair with his arms folded, and recalled the stories he had heard as a child.
These children who grew up in the compound would listen to the glorious deeds of the older generation that were widely circulated in the compound before going to bed. It is much more thrilling and exciting than fairy tales, and children love to listen to it.
He happened to grow up in a Cantonese-speaking area, and the older generation in that area had more or less participated in the historical process of Hong Kong's return.
I remember there was a grandpa who once told them about the stories of spies in Hong Kong.
At that time, the mainland's units stationed in Hong Kong called the ICAC a quasi-spy agency.
This is because there is a group of people in the Independent Commission Against Corruption who would contact the British Hong Kong government, monitor confidential communications internally, and "leak" information to the media at important moments in certain political cases, affecting the direction of the investigation. ②
These people also frequently lobby talents in various fields in Hong Kong, hoping that they will settle down in England and change their Chinese nationality to British nationality.
Before Hong Kong's return to China, more than 100,000 people obtained visas through the intelligence organization stationed in Hong Kong by England and immigrated with their families.
Jian Ruochen was silent for a while, recalling history, and then suddenly spoke: "You have three tasks. One, promote the immigration of high-end talents in Hong Kong. Two, plant spies to eavesdrop on the return plan formulated by the mainland office in Hong Kong for Hong Kong. Three, bribe officials and hollow out Hong Kong. Is that right?" He leaned forward slightly, staring at Morklin.
Morklin's eyes suddenly widened, his whites were bloodshot, his eyeballs bulged, his breathing became rapid, and his nostrils enlarged. His whole body was shaking, his chin and lips could hardly close, and he had to press his fists hard on the table in an attempt to remain calm.
Outside the interrogation room.
When everyone saw Morklin's expression, even if they had never studied any psychology, they knew that Jian Ruochen must have hit the nail on the head!
"It's amazing! How did Consultant Jian know that?" He Chaoyong was stunned.
He came here to learn today, but what about the process?
How to learn without process?
"Yeah, how did Consultant Jian get this answer?" Another person was puzzled. "Hasn't he asked the question yet? Did he just guess?"
What are you relying on to guess?
Everyone looked at each other.
After a while, I heard Morklin in the interrogation room say with difficulty: "I don't know what you are talking about."
"It's okay." Jian Ruochen comforted him, "Looking at your expression, I know you know what I'm talking about."
Zhang Xingzong held back his laughter and wrote down this sentence in a crooked way on the paper.
Just when everyone thought that Jian Ruochen would take advantage of the victory to pursue the enemy, he turned his question back to Lu Rong.
Molklin was extremely alert and sat there blankly. In order to make up for his previous gaffe, he told Lu Rong everything about him, including the fact that Lu Rong was unwilling to increase his share of the money laundering.
He tried to use Lu Rong's information to divert the police's attention.
The situation described by Molklin coincides with the time of the evidence submitted by Xu Tuo, which is enough to prove the authenticity of the confession.
After revealing everything about Lu Rong, Morklin was unwilling to say another word.
He sat in the interrogation room in a daze, and no matter how tempting Jian Ruochen's words were, he refused to say a word.
Until Jian Ruochen used his portable landline to call the British Consulate General in Hong Kong.
The door to the interrogation room was open.
Jian Ruochen held the brick-like phone and explained his purpose. He waited until the line was connected to the Governor's office before saying, "Sir, are you not coming to West Kowloon to bring your loyal spy? If you don't come, I will hand him over to the Police Department, and then you will need to go to the Police Department to negotiate."
The words were said too forcefully and bluntly, making it difficult for people to understand the implications and details behind them.
The man on the other end of the phone asked, "What spy?"
Morklin couldn't believe it, his pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip. Intellectually he knew that denial was the best solution, but emotionally he couldn't accept that he would be abandoned.
Abandoned by the motherland to which he had served for 20 years.
Even if, even if it's just a hint that you'll come to save him...
Jian Ruochen smiled at Molklin.
A ridiculous panic rose in Molklin's heart, and he was instinctively afraid of what would happen next, but he heard Jian Ruochen whisper: "Don't worry, you will definitely be able to return home."
People like this cannot stay in Hong Kong.
Hong Kong's espionage laws are imperfect. If Morklin is thrown into prison in Hong Kong by the British Hong Kong government, not only will he be well fed and well cared for, and kept in a single cell, but he will also have to be prevented from forming gangs and causing trouble in prison.
For a time bomb like this, the natural thing is for England to take the initiative to extradite him back to their country.
The country must be taken back, but how to do it is not up to Morklin to decide.
Jian Ruochen glanced at the recording light on the phone, and after confirming that the green light was flashing, he said, "I already know all the purposes of your placement of the intelligence department. He has confessed everything."
Morklin hammered the table in horror, and the iron interrogation table made a loud clang.
He hissed, "When did I say that? I didn't reveal anything. I never betrayed my country! Don't believe him. This bastard is talking nonsense!"
Guan Yingjun walked in, grabbed Morklin by the hair, forced him to sit in the interrogation chair, and locked his wrists in the rings of the interrogation chair, "insulting the police and resisting the interrogation."
His voice was cold and deep, just loud enough to be heard over the phone. "That's how you British people are brought up."
Jian Ruochen looked at it, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.
The Englishman on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, weighing the truth of this sentence, and finally doubt prevailed, "Mr. Jane, you are a descendant of Connacht, and you have half Connacht blood in your body. Anyone can wrongly accuse an innocent British person, but you can't."
"Heh." Jian Ruochen sneered, "Your mission is to promote the immigration of high-end talents in Hong Kong. Plant spies to eavesdrop on the return plan formulated by the mainland office in Hong Kong for Hong Kong. Bribe officials and hollow out Hong Kong. Am I right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Morklin felt dizzy and his whole body went limp. His eyes went dark and his heart sank to the bottom. When he looked at Jian Ruochen again, he could only see a white double image.
He repeated unconsciously: "I didn't say that... I really didn't say that. I didn't sell out my country."
Jian Ruochen smiled and asked the silent person on the other end of the phone, "Do you still believe that Morklin didn't betray you?"
Outside the interrogation room, Ding Gao was stunned by this fabrication.
This plan is almost impossible for Molklin to solve!
Due to political reasons, England will definitely extradite the spies back to the country at all costs.
When it was all over, these people should have been able to rise to prominence in England and live happily ever after.
But now…
After being interrogated by West Kowloon and the Police Department, although Molkerlin can still return to China, he will not be trusted, and even because of him, other returning spies will be investigated.
He will be isolated by his colleagues, blamed by his superiors, and even his mother and family will be ashamed of it.
fine……
Fortunately, Consultant Jian is on their side.
Jian Ruochen said in a startling silence: "He confessed everything."
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