I make a living solving crimes.

At 2:30 in the morning,

The enemy agents are very brave.

The toilet light is dim.

Fingers flick lightly.

The smell is everywhere.

The colors become rotten,

Screams were chaotic,

Howling and trembling.

The young man was afraid.

Tuaner is used to it.

The minister didn't see it.

Chang Wei has the final say.

The corridor is full of people working overtime late at night.

Everyone walked to the toilet door curiously, took a look, and immediately covered their noses and left.

I didn't feel it before because I was wearing pants, but this time, to save trouble, I stripped myself naked and sent him in.

Two years ago, in 1956, China's first jet fighter, the J-5, made its maiden flight in Shenyang.

Now, the country's first jet-shit captive is flying in the Investigation Department.

In addition to the bone-eroding pain in the body, incontinence is also an extremely shameful thing.

People who often pull their trouser pockets know that social death is more terrifying than death itself.

An hour later, Chang Wei tiptoed in to unblock the acupuncture points, and then the young man from the investigation department connected the water pipe and flushed it vigorously.

It turns out that this place is better. The Dragon Group courtyard needs to be converted into a special interrogation room.

After putting on his clothes again and sitting back in the detention room, Wodahan's originally gloomy face had turned pale.

"Hurry up and confess. You won't have anything to pull out if we fight you again."

The young man in charge of the interrogation was very kind and reminded me in a low voice.

Wodahan pursed his lips, looked up and saw a head sticking out of the glass window on the door of the interrogation room, a pair of mean eyes peering inside.

"I'll tell you everything." He shouted impatiently.

Chang Wei brought in a can and placed it on the interrogation table. "Let him drink some warm water with salt."

What a gentle boy! Wodahan almost cried to death!

In terms of spy level, Hong Datou is higher than him, but the focus of the investigation department's work now is Guo Baijun, so Wo Dahan's confession is more important.

They must produce hard evidence and hand it over to Marshal Sunglasses and the five divisions to stop Guo Baijun before he gets on the train to the northwest.

While Wodahan was drinking water, the minister, accompanied by Fan Tuaner, walked silently to sit behind Chang Wei.

"I'm not a spy. I'm just an information dealer."

Chang Wei knocked on the table and said in a cold voice, "Tell us the truth. We will judge whether you are a spy or not."

Wodahan swallowed his saliva, dared not argue anymore, and began to confess.

"I went to study in the United States in 40. At that time, the Japanese had not yet attacked Pearl Harbor. Two years after I arrived, my parents were killed by the Japanese. I lost my home and stayed in the United States."

When he said this, Wodahan felt a little depressed.

Although everyone is in different camps, they are all equally ruthless when talking about the Japanese. The minister sat in the corner and whispered, "This blood debt will be repaid sooner or later."

Chang Wei nodded gently and muttered quietly: "Their entire nation has original sin. Only by killing all the men and robbing all the women can we appease the hatred of our people."

Fan Tuan'er snorted coldly and said sarcastically: "You still like Japanese girls?"

Chang Wei's breathing stagnated. How should this sentence be concluded?

He turned his head with a righteous look on his face, "Only by snatching away all the women can the men be made more miserable."

Fan Tuaner hummed twice and said nothing.

Wodahan sniffed, regained his composure, and continued his explanation.

"The cost of living in the United States is very high. The money I brought with me is slowly running out, and I have to support my wife and children. In 55, people on the island found me and asked me to come back to help them collect intelligence."

"I was unwilling before. They approached me several times but were rejected every time. Later, my family was in financial difficulty, so they gave me another 20,000 US dollars."

"The last time I came, in addition to sending money, there were also American people who came to put pressure on me. I was afraid of them, so I agreed."

"But I didn't join their organization. I just agreed to help them get intelligence in exchange for money."

"My wife is Guo Baijun's cousin, and I used this relationship to contact him after I came back."

"The living conditions in China are relatively poor. Every time I go there, I buy some high-end goods like milk powder and malted milk, and our relationship gets better and better."

"Later, I pretended to be interested in the military, and every time we drank, I would get him to talk. He would answer the usual questions."

"After Hong Datao contacted me, he gave me ten bars of gold and one thousand dollars and asked me to ask Guo Baijun for the technical parameters of the rocket."

"I took five bars of gold to him. Guo Baijun refused at first, but he actually just wanted to increase the price. He knew my purpose from the beginning. I refused to increase the price, so I threatened him with the information he had told me before. After bargaining for several times, I increased the price by 500 US dollars, and then he gave me the information."

A large yellow croaker weighs ten taels, which is equal to 3125 grams. Based on the current gold price of 4.6 at the exchange rate, Guo Baijun earned about yuan for selling the top-secret information.

With his income, this amount of money is only four or five years' salary.

At that time, scientists' income was very high, and some top scientists even earned more than senior leaders.

They really fell on hard times in the 1980s and 1990s, when everything was about money and making huge profits.

People in the market once laughed at the fact that those who made missiles were not as good as those who sold tea eggs.

This is of course a bit exaggerated, but it is inevitable that scientific researchers will experience psychological gaps.

But this is not a reason to betray your motherland. If you are not convinced, just leave your original unit and start your own business.

Selling the results of national investment and collective efforts to the enemy, and then complaining about unfair treatment, what is the difference between being a traitor?

Chang Wei collected his messy thoughts, leaned back, and asked calmly, "What you said has no evidence. I need evidence."

Wo Dahan looked up at Chang Wei, met his stern eyes, and could not help but break out in a thin layer of sweat. He lowered his head and rubbed his forehead on his sleeve, smiling flatteringly: "If I have evidence, can you show leniency?"

Chang Wei chuckled.

This guy was smart enough to let him go without saying anything.

"If it's irrefutable evidence, we can consider it."

An old, deep voice came from behind Chang Wei, sounding quite majestic.

Wodahan didn't know the minister, but judging from his age and temperament, he knew that he was a high-ranking official.

"I have it. I have irrefutable evidence. I still have the original document that Guo Baijun gave me. The one I gave to Hong Datao was a handwritten copy of mine. The original was handwritten by Guo Baijun."

Chang Wei's eyes lit up and he looked at him with interest, "Why do you keep the original? Do you want to continue threatening him?"

"I...threatened him on one hand. The main reason was that I wanted to sell it to the Americans. But the islanders sold the information themselves. I couldn't sell it even if I kept it, but I couldn't bear to burn it."

He sells goods to three stores. He is indeed a businessman.

He thought of an old friend from a film or TV series - Xie Ruolin.

He interpreted the idea that if a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth to the extreme.

"Where is the thing?"

"It was hidden under my desk in my office. It was taken out of the bottom drawer. There was an envelope taped to the back."

"Why didn't you hide at home? Isn't there a safe?"

Wo Dahan looked resentful, "If you can open it, it must not be safe to hide it there. No thief would go to the school office building to steal books, right?"