After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

Chapter 240 Sending a Safety Message

In the interrogation room, the dim light shone on Du Juan's blood-stained face.

His eyes were empty at this moment, like a puppet without a soul.

"Name!" a comrade from the Special Intelligence Department shouted sternly.

"Chen... Yongnian..." He regained consciousness, licked the blood from the corner of his lips, and said in a hoarse voice.

"I asked about your Japanese name!"

Du Juan's eyes flickered slightly, "I don't know what you are talking about, and I don't understand why the deputy chief wants to arrest me..."

"Snapped--"

A loud slap interrupted his words.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell the truth!"

"I said, I don't know!" Dujuan stiffly answered with his neck stiffened.

"Humph, I think you are not going to accept my toast and will have to drink the wine for punishment!"

The comrade from the Special Intelligence Department sneered and picked up a thin steel needle from the table where the torture instruments were placed.

The steel needle flashed coldly under the dim light, which made Dujuan shudder.

"What is this?" Dujuan asked with a little horror.

"Have you heard of 'acupuncture with steel needles'?" The comrade from the Special Intelligence Department fiddled with the steel needles in his hand and smiled sternly.

"You...what do you want to do?" Du Juan's voice couldn't help but tremble.

"If you don't want to suffer physical pain, just tell the truth!"

"No, I said, I said!"

Du Juan finally broke down. He didn't want to be pierced by this steel needle.

"My name is... Ichiro Yamamoto."

"What is the corresponding frequency and fixed time for sending secret reports?"

"Every... every Wednesday at three in the morning, I will use 40.002MHz to send... a safety report." Ichiro Yamamoto's voice trembled.

"What is the specific content of the peace report?"

A cunning look flashed across Yamamoto Ichiro's eyes. He swallowed and replied, "The cherry blossoms are falling, and the cuckoos are crying blood."

"Do you have any other ways to contact me?"

"No...no more."

The comrades from the Special Intelligence Department who were in charge of the interrogation looked at each other, their eyes full of suspicion.

They all felt that Ichiro Yamamoto's confession was a little too straightforward.

"Are you sure you're not hiding anything?"

"I...I'm telling the truth!" Yamamoto Ichiro nodded desperately.

"You better be!"

The comrades from the Special Intelligence Department immediately reported the interrogation results to the deputy chief.

"Every Wednesday at three in the morning..." The deputy chief hesitated for a moment, "Isn't that three in the morning tomorrow?"

"Immediately arrange personnel to prepare for sending out the safety report in the early morning!"

"Yes!"

The deputy chief looked at the information on the Japanese spy "Dujuan" collected by Comrade "Lancet" on the desk, and couldn't help but frowning.

"Wait, what did you just say about Ichiro Yamamoto's peace report?"

The comrade from the Special Intelligence Department repeated, "Reporting to the Deputy Chief, it is 'the cherry blossoms are falling, the cuckoos are crying blood.'"

The deputy chief finally realized where the problem lay and his eyes narrowed.

"This Yamamoto Ichiro is so insidious and cunning!"

"This is not a safe report, it's clearly saying that he has been exposed and is warning the other party!"

The comrade from the Special Intelligence Department who was in charge of the interrogation was also a little confused at this time, but after carefully thinking about these eight words, it really didn't sound like a report of safety.

"According to the information, Ichiro Yamamoto is a very good Japanese spy."

"If we only use conventional methods, it seems that he will not confess honestly..."

The deputy chief hesitated for a moment, but still opened the drawer and took out the exquisite little porcelain bottle.

What was contained inside was the interrogation weapon developed by Jiang Shiyuan, the poison Mengdie.

When the Japanese spies took a controlled dose of poison, they would not die immediately from the poison, but would fall into the illusion of "Zhuang Zhou's Dream of the Butterfly".

The interrogator can take advantage of this time difference to interrogate the Japanese spy whose mind is out of control.

Under the influence of the poison, they will tell you everything they know.

The deputy chief thought about this, clenched the small porcelain bottle, stood up, and said solemnly: "Let's go, this time, I will personally conduct the trial!"

***

At a front-line command post in Xucheng, Koji Doihara stared at the wall clock. The hands were ticking away every second. It was exactly 2:55.

At three o'clock, the wall clock chimed.

Suddenly, a "beeping" sound came from the radio transceiver whose frequency had been adjusted long ago, which meant that Morse code was received.

Koji Doihara is suspicious and cautious by nature. He has always maintained a single line of communication with "Dujuan" and never asked others to do it.

Wearing headphones, he quickly wrote down the code, took out the code book and began to decipher it.

After seeing the decoded content as "red apple", Koji Doihara immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The content of the peace report that he and "Dujuan" agreed upon was actually two- or three-character words containing the word "ping" or "an", or homophonic words.

Although this "Sakura Operation" ended in failure, as long as "Cuckoo" is safe and sound, they will still have the opportunity to plan more operations to eradicate the underground party.

Thinking of this, Koji Doihara immediately replied with a secret code representing the number "two" to prove that he had received the safety report.

At the same time, in Ancheng’s Special Intelligence Department.

"Reporting to the deputy commander, the other side just replied with the word 'two'!"

The deputy chief stared at the transmitter and said slowly, "Very good, this means our safety message was sent successfully, and the other party thinks everything is normal."

"From now on, remember to send each other a safety report at 3 a.m. every Wednesday morning!"

"Yes!" The comrades from the Special Intelligence Department quickly stood at attention and saluted.

***

As the lights came on, Jiang Shiyuan was still vigilantly observing his surroundings on his way back to the International Apartment, paying close attention to whether there were any stalkers from the Special High Section.

After confirming that there was nothing abnormal, she breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that she had temporarily won the trust of Minamizō Yunko.

Yesterday she learned through the Lantern Bearer Group's dead mail box that "Dujuan" had been arrested.

Moreover, the poison Mengdie, which she developed based on her grandfather's secret book of poisons, successfully helped the organization obtain very important information without letting Koji Doihara discover any clues.

Although a certain degree of exposure risk has been eliminated, she is now dancing on the edge of a knife and cannot let her guard down. She must avoid suspicion with the organization if possible.

Finally arriving at the Wanguo Apartment, Jiang Shiyuan found that the long hair was still in the door lock, so he opened the door with confidence and then quickly locked it.

She changed into her home clothes, went to the kitchen and started cooking tomato and egg noodles.

While cooking noodles, Jiang Shiyuan was thinking about the "Thorn Plan" proposed by Minamizō Yunko.

There were several addresses mentioned in the plan, which made her feel vaguely uneasy.

Those addresses seemed to be the underground party's contact points. She had to confirm with the organization as soon as possible so that they could be more vigilant and take preventive measures.

After the noodles were cooked, Jiang Shiyuan walked to the dining table with the white porcelain bowl and sat down.

She picked up the chopsticks and picked up a few noodles. The aroma of the noodles immediately filled the air, but she still had no appetite.

The "Thorn Project" was like a thorn that pierced deep into her heart.

Jiang Shiyuan knew that he had to find a way to remove this thorn as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.