If you had to choose an identity to go undercover, you'd choose a gynecologist.

Nantian Yangzi's gaze fell on Liang Zhongchun's face: "What evidence do you have?"

With a confident smile on his face, Liang Zhongchun bowed and gestured for the other person to move: "Section Chief Nantian will see as soon as you step in. The entire interrogation was recorded, every single word is there, there's no mistake."

Wang Manchun's face turned deathly pale in an instant. Her mind went blank as she recalled the words she had spoken during the interrogation.

The question, "Is Mingjing one of your people?" pierced her heart like a needle.

Her senior brother was right next to her. If he heard that she had gone to such lengths to get close to Mingjing, how would he see her?

Does he think he's gone mad, having no bottom line in his pursuit of credit?

She never expected that Liang Zhongchun would be so cunning, secretly hiding the recording and then releasing it at this crucial moment, clearly intending to kill her.

A hint of interest flashed in Nantian Yangzi's eyes, and she said coldly, "Oh? I'd like to hear what the evidence is."

A group of people escorted Yoko Nanada into the listening room, which was filled with listening devices, and the indicator lights flickered on and off.

Liang Zhongchun gave his subordinate a wink, and the man immediately stepped forward with a black cassette tape case and carefully loaded the tape into the tape recorder.

With a "click," the recording began to play.

Wang Manchun's shrill voice rang out first: "I'll ask you one last time, is Mingjing one of your people? If you nod and identify her, I'll release you immediately and even give you a way out!"

There was no response from Uncle Li in the recording, only a deathly silence, followed by Wang Manchun's furious rebuke: "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

"Snap—"

A crisp crack of a whip, accompanied by the muffled sound of flesh tearing, was so clear it seemed to happen right next to their ears, causing everyone present to subconsciously frown.

The recording continued, the sounds of whipping, Wang Manchun's angry curses, and Uncle Li's suppressed groans intertwined, growing increasingly dense.

Suddenly, a subordinate agent's voice rang out: "Director Wang, we can't interrogate him anymore! He's dying; if we continue, he'll really die, and we won't be able to get anything out of him!"

"Shut up!" Wang Manchun's shout was hysterical. "Even if he dies today, he'd better spit this out!"

The recording abruptly stopped there, and Corey fell into complete silence.

Nantian Yangzi's face darkened completely, her narrow eyes filled with coldness as she stared intently at Wang Manchun. The evidence was irrefutable; there was no room for any defense. It was clear that Wang Manchun had gone too far in her attempt to extract a confession, beating the person to death.

Unexpectedly, before Nantian Yangzi could react, Minglou suddenly slammed his hand on the table.

His face was ashen, the veins on his forehead throbbed, and his eyes were filled with disappointment as he looked at Wang Manchun.

"Wang Manchun!"

This angry shout stunned everyone, including Yoko Minamida.

Minglou pointed at Wang Manchun, his chest heaving violently: "I always thought you were just impulsive, but I never imagined you would be so ruthless in order to frame my elder sister! Even if she has made a thousand mistakes, she shouldn't be framed like this! Have you considered that if she is truly falsely accused of being a Communist, the Ming family will be unable to defend themselves? Not only will my elder sister's life be in danger, but the entire Ming family will be dragged into the abyss by you. What am I supposed to do then?"

Wang Manchun trembled at his shout, took a step forward in a panic, tears welling in her eyes: "Senior brother, it's not like that, let me explain! This recording has been edited! I didn't mean to kill my elder sister, I just... I just wanted to force Uncle Li to tell the truth!"

"Edited?" Liang Zhongchun sneered from the side, a smug look on his face. "Director Wang, you can't just say whatever you want. I want to ask you, is that your voice in there? Did you say those words yourself? Did you torture the prisoner to death for five hours? Even if it was edited, it can't erase the fact that you tortured him! You probably don't understand the basic principles of recording. If I didn't edit it, would I let Section Chief Nantian listen to it for five hours? The recording is crystal clear from beginning to end. Even an elephant would die after five hours of this torture!"

Wang Manchun was speechless, her lips trembling, wanting to say something but unable to utter a single word. Tears finally streamed down her face, leaving her utterly disheveled.

Nantian Yangzi coldly watched this scene, her face expressionless, and only said indifferently, "Wang Manchun, now that things have come to this, what else do you have to say?"

"I...I..." Wang Manchun opened her mouth, her voice choked with sobs, unable to utter a complete explanation for a long time, and could only let her tears blur her vision.

Yoko Nanta had clearly lost interest in continuing. She had only wanted to find out if it was murder to cover it up. Now that the recording proved that it was caused by excessive torture by Wang Manchun, the truth was clear. She had no interest in a corpse or the two people's excuses.

He snorted coldly, turned around and left, with the Special Higher Police officers following closely behind.

Minglou, still looking furious, glared at Wang Manchun, said nothing more, and stormed off.

Liang Zhongchun, like a victor, raised an eyebrow at Wang Manchun, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and slowly followed her out, leaning on his cane.

In an instant, only Wang Manchun remained in the listening section. The arguments, accusations, and taunts from just moments before seemed to still echo in her ears.

Looking at the empty room and feeling the indifference and disdain of the people as they left, the anger and grievances that had been building up inside her instantly erupted.

She screamed and suddenly swept her hand across the equipment on the table, scattering the recorder, headphones, and documents all over the floor with a jarring crash.

She kicked the cabinet next to her again, the drawer was shaken open, and the cassette tapes inside rolled all over the floor.

"Liang Zhongchun! Minglou! You're all bullying me!" Wang Manchun roared, her voice filled with despair and resentment.

She smashed things while crying, venting all her resentment on the cold equipment until she was exhausted. Then she collapsed on the mess, sobbing helplessly.

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The body was finally removed and dumped in a mass grave.

The truck, number 76, kicked up a cloud of dust and roared away until its tail disappeared at the end of the road, after which the surroundings fell silent again.

Not long after, the sound of a rapid engine came from afar, and a black sedan sped over and came to a steady stop at the edge of the mass grave.

Several people got off the bus and hurriedly carried Uncle Li's body to the car, then drove away.

One of the men in the car was none other than the man who had gone to HSBC to withdraw money that day, named Lao Dong, and the other was a young woman named Cheng Jinyun.

When Cheng Jinyun saw Uncle Li's appearance clearly, her throat tightened, and tears welled up instantly. She covered her mouth and forced herself not to cry out.

The car started again and drove towards the suburbs, eventually stopping outside an inconspicuous farmhouse, which was a secret liaison point for the underground Communist Party.

Chen Qing was already waiting there. He instructed several people to carry Uncle Li into the inner room and place him on the wooden bed that had been laid out beforehand.

Chen Qing did not immediately take out the silver needles, but first opened the medicine box she had brought and took out disinfectant, gauze and a bottle of penicillin.

He first carefully cleaned Uncle Li's festering wounds with disinfectant.

After cleaning, Chen Qing carefully applied wound medicine, skillfully prepared penicillin, inserted a syringe into Uncle Li's arm, and slowly injected the medicine to prevent infection.

After treating the wound, Chen Qing took out a row of silver needles from the wooden box. Holding the needles between his fingertips, he focused his mind and his gaze moved quickly across Uncle Li's acupoints.

With a slight flick of his wrist, he precisely inserted the silver needles into the corresponding acupoints, one by one, with measured depth and deft technique. Cheng Jinyun and Old Dong stood to the side, not daring to breathe.

Time passed by, and only the faint sound of Chen Qing twisting silver needles remained in the room.

Half an hour later, Chen Qing slowly pulled out the last silver needle, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

Uncle Li on the bed twitched his eyelids slightly, and then his eyes, which had been closed for a long time, slowly opened. His eyes were cloudy, but they held a faint light.

Chen Qing breathed a sigh of relief: "Mission accomplished. Let him rest and recuperate here."

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