Espionage: Mastering the Ten Cruelest Tortures of the Military Intelligence Bureau from the Start

The scheme to use the lives of five Japanese agents to allow the mole within Chang'an Station to remain hidden, with Deputy Station Chief Wang chosen as the scapegoat, was extremely insidious.

If Su Mingzhe hadn't realized what was happening, he probably would have been deceived by them too.

Not long after the station chief gave the order, Wang Shiji was escorted by two guards to the dimly lit and oppressive interrogation room.

Then, he was mercilessly tied to that cold, hard interrogation chair.

"Wang Shiji, you should know the methods of the Military Intelligence Investigation Bureau. Confessing now will save you from physical punishment."

The stationmaster spoke coldly, his expression blank, his words conveying an unquestionable authority.

Wang Shiji was completely bewildered and filled with doubt. Then, a surge of anger rose on his face, and he loudly questioned:

"What should I say? I'm a member of Chairman Mao's faction! You surnamed Song, don't go too far, or I'll report you to Chairman Mao!"

Upon hearing this, the stationmaster's lips curled into a slight, cold smile as he replied:

"Heh, let's see if you can see Director Mao alive first. Besides, I also believe that Director Mao would love to sever ties with you."

Even now you're still putting on an act. Are you genuinely oblivious or just pretending?

I used to think you were adorably naive, single-handedly isolating the entire Chang'an Station.

We were the fools, weren't we? Your actions were just a facade. I really don't know whether to call you Wang Shiji or the praying mantis.

Mantis?

What mantis?

He didn't understand a word the stationmaster said.

Seeing that Wang Shiji was still pretending to be stupid, the station chief became impatient, grabbed the documents on the ground, and threw them at Wang Shiji.

"The evidence is irrefutable, yet you still dare to deny it. You say you're not the mole, so what were you doing at the photo studio this morning?"

Wang Shiji felt a little guilty upon hearing this and replied, "Of course I went to the photo studio to have my picture taken."

But as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized his mistake, his anger flaring even more, and he roared:

"You surnamed Song, are you stalking me? I'm the lieutenant colonel deputy stationmaster of Chang'an Station, not your servant to be ordered around!"

Seeing that Wang Shiji had no intention of cooperating, the stationmaster was too lazy to waste any more words on him.

With a single glance, the guard immediately picked up a brick and placed it under Wang Shiji's feet, putting him on the tiger bench.

Seeing that the stationmaster was about to get serious, Wang Shiji felt a surge of fear.

“I said, I said.

It was Zhao Peng, the head of the intelligence section, who gave me ten gold bars, wanting me to introduce him to Chairman Mao.

He left the gold bars at the photo studio, but how could I let someone else take them for me? I had to go myself.

"I put the letter of introduction and the gold bars in the bedside table on the left side of the second floor. Is it really that big of a deal, Lao Song?"

At this time, Wang Shiji's title changed from "the one surnamed Song" to "Old Song".

As soon as Wang Shiji finished speaking, a guard beside him hurriedly whispered something to the station chief. Then, the station chief's face darkened, and he roared:

"Wang Shiji, Wang Shiji, you're about to die and you're still making up stories."

These people just searched your house, including the bedside table you mentioned. There was no letter of introduction or gold bars!

"Guards, give him the severe punishment!"

Su Mingzhe was increasingly suspicious. Wang Shiji didn't seem to be acting at all. Based on previous deductions and his current behavior, it was highly likely that he had been framed.

"Stationmaster, this matter needs to be treated with caution."

Since Shimizu Yutaro has already confessed to the mantis, he has lost his value. I might as well hand him over to me for another two days of interrogation.

Furthermore, the investigation team won't be back for some time. It won't be too late to interrogate Deputy Station Chief Wang after they return and update the intelligence.

Then, Su Mingzhe leaned closer to the station chief and whispered to him about the inconsistencies in the case.

The stationmaster frowned, and after listening to Su Mingzhe's deduction, he also felt that the matter was quite strange.

After all, the station chief did not personally participate in the investigation; he only reviewed the case files, so it is understandable that he failed to discover any anomalies.

Then, the stationmaster slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket, and Su Mingzhe quickly lit it for him.

The stationmaster took a deep drag on his cigarette, sighed, and said:

"Mingzhe, then continue the investigation according to your own ideas. I believe you."

After saying that, the station chief turned and walked out of the interrogation room.

As the station chief walked away, Su Mingzhe immediately removed Wang Shiji from the interrogation chair.

Deputy Station Chief Wang's emotions were like a rollercoaster ride; he was incredibly excited and gripped Su Mingzhe's hand tightly, saying:

"Mingzhe, true friendship is revealed in times of trouble! If you encounter any difficulties at the station in the future, just tell me, and I'll make sure you're safe."

Hearing this, Su Mingzhe chuckled inwardly, thinking: You yourself are barely able to save yourself, yet you're still spouting nonsense.

However, he didn't say what was on his mind; he just smiled and sent Deputy Station Chief Wang away.

As soon as Deputy Station Chief Wang left the interrogation room, Su Mingzhe's expression underwent a dramatic change, his face turning as if covered in frost, chilling to the bone.

"Go, bring that Japanese spy in. I'm going to have some 'play' with him today."

Su Mingzhe's words exuded a chilling aura of authority.

The guards standing nearby shuddered involuntarily when they heard Su Mingzhe say this; they had witnessed Su's methods firsthand.

When Yutaro Shimizu was pushed back into the interrogation room, his face turned deathly pale, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, a warm liquid flowed out from under him, which startled him so much that he wet his pants.

He struggled desperately, repeatedly begging for mercy.

"Sir, sir, I've confessed everything. What else do you want to ask me? As long as I know it, I will tell you everything without reservation."

Although he tried his best to hide his inner fear, the calmness in his eyes could not be faked.

"You Japanese spies are all from drama school, aren't you? Addicted to acting? Don't worry, I won't ask you anything today, I'm just playing around with you."

Su Mingzhe's lips curled up slightly.

Then, he turned to the guard beside him and said:

"Someone, gag him."

The guard beside him had long since figured out Su Mingzhe's ways of doing things. He immediately ran to the outhouse, pulled out a dirty rag, and stuffed it directly into Shimizu Yutaro's mouth.

Yutaro Shimizu's stomach churned violently, a foul stench assaulting his very bones, but he could only utter muffled sounds.

Seeing the Japanese spy's disheveled appearance, Su Mingzhe narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly said:

"I'm a very curious person, and I like to find out rumors. I not only like to find out, but I also like to verify them."

I heard that Sun Yaoting was the last eunuch, but I naturally don't believe it.

Shen Bei, castrate him.