Espionage: I Have Photo Editing Software

The depth of the Japanese spies' cunning is truly chilling.

Who would have thought that, relying on their agreed-upon secret code, they actually managed to complete their conspiracy under close surveillance.

Dai Li glared at Wang Xinheng with a dark expression.

"All those years of espionage work, I think you've wasted your time!"

Wang Xinheng broke out in a cold sweat and quickly apologized.

At that moment, Wei Renming could no longer contain his anger and burst into a tirade:

"Zhang Zhihe, I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!"

What did he do to deserve this?

In just one day, he was covered in wounds.

Without a cheat code, he'd surely die a horrible death.

He wished he could kill Zhang Zhihe to vent his hatred.

Dai Li walked up to Wei Renming, patted him on the shoulder, and reassured him:

"The contradictions between China and Japan are becoming increasingly acute, which is an inevitable trend."

Faced with this trend, anyone living in China is inevitably affected.

What you perceive as an accidental and innocent encounter is in fact inevitable.

Anger is justified.

But don't let your anger fade away; channel it into positive actions.

Of course, the fact that you were wronged was due to our negligence.

Don't worry, you'll be compensated afterwards.

Wei Renming was somewhat taken aback.

He hadn't expected the notorious spy chief to say such a thing. Realizing what he'd heard, he quickly cupped his hands and said:

"Thank you, sir."

Dai Li nodded slightly and said, "Continue the interrogation."

Wang Xinheng pulled out the photo and angrily said:

"Hmph, seven parts truth and three parts falsehood. Even at this point, you're still playing tricks? As far as I know, framing Wei Renming wasn't accidental; it was something you planned in advance, wasn't it?"

"What?" Zhang Zhihe looked bewildered.

"Still pretending!" Wang Xinheng placed the photo in front of him.

After Zhang Zhihe saw the few lines of small print on the photograph, he was immediately dumbfounded, looking incredulous.

"Impossible! This is a fake!"

Wang Xinheng put away the photos and sneered:

"I admit that your method of using silver nitrate solution to create the secret writing solution did cause me some trouble. But now that the secret message has been cracked, are you still going to deny it to the end?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I never wrote this letter!" Zhang Zhihe shouted, protesting his innocence.

Previously, he still had a chance to survive.

But once the secret letter was sent, his last escape route seemed to have been cut off.

Seeing this, Wei Renming felt secretly pleased.

"You framed me, now it's your turn to prove your innocence!"

"The photo was found on Wei Renming's bed. Since you admit he was framed, does that mean the photo just flew there by itself?" Wang Xinheng pressed.

"Handwriting! As long as you examine the handwriting, you can prove that I'm not lying!" Zhang Zhihe shouted.

"Okay, then let me ask you, has anyone had any contact with this photo?" Wang Xinheng asked.

Zhang Zhihe's face showed despair, and he said in a trembling voice:

"It's just me, Xiao Yi, and my superior. My superior has no reason to do this, and he can't imitate my handwriting. Only Xiao Yi has this ability. But why did she do it?"

Wang Xinheng was so angry he laughed:

"Yes, why do you think so?"

It's impossible for Lin Yi to frame Wei Renming while simultaneously forging handwriting to frame you.

This is completely illogical.

Therefore, there is only one possibility.

There was a problem at some point in your handover process.

Lin Yi had no idea that this photo contained your secret letter.

Only in this way can all of this be explained!

Zhang Zhihe ignored him, only muttering "impossible" in a daze.

He knew he had never written that letter.

The only one who had the opportunity to do this was Lin Yi.

He couldn't understand it!

Wang Xinheng shouted:

"Feigning surrender while plotting assassination. You've played a truly elaborate game!"

"I want to see Xiao Yi, I want to see her..."

Zhang Zhihe was spitting as he spoke, his expression agitated.

All he wanted to know was whether Lin Yi had abandoned him.

But why is that?

As long as the frame-up plot proceeds smoothly, he can live, and Lin Yi will not be arrested.

Why?

Why did Lin Yi give up on him?

He couldn't understand it!

He wanted to know the truth, otherwise he would die with regrets.

"Explain everything clearly, and I guarantee you'll be able to see her!" Wang Xinheng promised.

"I've said everything I should and shouldn't have said! What else do you want me to say?" Zhang Zhihe said angrily.

"Who was the film roll given to?" Wang Xinheng seized the opportunity to ask the question he was most concerned about.

During the long period of Zhang Zhihe's arrest, interrogation, and torture, this was the first time he had seen the other party's emotions fluctuate so greatly.

This is a good thing for the interrogation.

But when Zhang Zhihe heard this question, his emotions calmed down instantly, and his eyes gradually became calm.

Wang Xinheng frowned. "Not going to talk?"

Zhang Zhihe lowered his head and remained silent.

"Hmph!" Dai Li stood up, walked to Zhang Zhihe's side, grabbed his chin, lifted his head, and said coldly, "Your performance has already told me the answer. You want to protect this person, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhihe suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with pleading.

"He handed the film reel to Lin Yi!" Dai Li guessed the answer. "Once Lin Yi regains consciousness, immediately subject him to torture, dead or alive!"

Zhang Zhi panicked and pleaded:

"Please, please let her go! If you promise, I'll do anything for you! Yes, yes, I know about Japanese spies, I can catch them for you!"

He only had one "3" left in his hand, and he lost completely.

Seeing this, Wang Xinheng pretended to say:

"Chief, based on his understanding of Japanese spies, if he is willing to sincerely surrender, he can indeed help us a lot."

Dai Li pondered for a moment and said, "Give him one last chance!"

"The section chief values ​​talent. As long as you confess honestly, you can live! Tell me, who did you give the film to?" Wang Xinheng said.

"The film was given to Xiao Yi. She's the liaison and communications officer, responsible for our group's communication with our superiors," Zhang Zhihe finally spoke.

"Has the film been handed over to the higher-ups?" Wang Xinheng asked.

"Yes. After Lin Yi returned home, she was under close surveillance and unable to go out. She must have contacted her superiors via radio to explain the plan. That's how my superiors took the opportunity to hide the photos on Wei Renming's bed," Zhang Zhihe said.

"Who is your superior?" Wang Xinheng glanced at Dai Li furtively and saw his gloomy face, which sent a chill down his spine.

"Major Yuta Nomura, Chief of the Special Operations Section of the Staff Office of the Japanese Naval Special Landing Force in Shanghai," Zhang Zhihe uttered a name.

"Is Nomura Yuyasu your superior?" Wang Xinheng asked, slightly surprised.

"That's right," Zhang Zhihe nodded.

"That's not right," Dai Li interjected again. "The Japanese see me as a thorn in their side, a thorn in their flesh. They would never entrust such an important task of assassinating me to a Chinese person. This doesn't make sense."

"The section chief's words were a wake-up call. If Zhang Zhihe's contact is indeed Nomura Yuyasu, then the spy group he's in is directly under the Special Service Section... Is he really that trusted by the Japanese?"

Wang Xinheng's expression was solemn, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.