Espionage: I Have Photo Editing Software

Since its establishment, especially after absorbing the Nanchang Headquarters Investigation Section, the Special Service Department's power has expanded rapidly, causing considerable trouble for the Japanese on the covert front.

As the key figure in the Special Service, Dai Li was naturally on the Japanese blacklist, and they wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.

The assassination of Dai Li was a major event for Japanese intelligence agencies in China.

Why would Nomura Yuyasu easily entrust such an important task to a Chinese person?

"What exactly is your identity?" Dai Li's eyes sharpened, his imposing presence radiating authority.

Zhang Zhihe sighed inwardly and chose to remain silent.

"If you can withstand torture, can Lin Yi withstand it too?"

You'll have to say it sooner or later, so why make things difficult for yourself?

Now, I'm saying that, considering your cooperation, I'll spare your life.

"If we wait until they've been subjected to severe torture, the situation will be completely different."

With just a few casual words, Wang Xinheng pushed Zhang Zhihe to the brink of disaster.

After considering the matter internally, Zhang Zhihe knew he couldn't hide it any longer and spoke:

"I am Japanese."

"Just as I expected!" Dai Li exclaimed excitedly.

Those in the interrogation room knew clearly which was more serious: a traitor to the Han Chinese or a Japanese spy.

The dismantling of a Japanese-led spy group is a remarkable achievement.

Dai Li couldn't wait to take the report to Chiang Kai-shek to claim credit.

"explain!"

Zhang Zhihe has lost his spirit and energy.

"My real name is Zhang Mozhihe."

He was originally an ordinary soldier in the Navy.

After passing an internal selection process, I received special agent training.

In 1915, I went to Shanghai to go into hiding.

That stay lasted for twenty-one years.

"The Japanese truly have wolfish ambitions!"

Dai Li gritted his teeth, wishing he could devour someone.

The intelligence service had never caught a Japanese spy who had been lurking for so long.

Keep in mind, the Special Service had only been established for four years and a little over a month...

In that instant, he felt an immense pressure, like a mountain, bearing down on him.

Wang Xinheng and Wang Zhaohuai also looked grave.

"Ha, you Japanese really think highly of me. To assassinate me, you're willing to send a veteran spy like you."

"Who am I?"

Zhang Mozhi chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"There were thirty people in my training cohort alone. And this was only the first cohort."

"Don't even mention the death of one of me; even if it were ten people, they wouldn't bat an eye as long as they could kill you, Director Dai."

Thirty people in one session, so ten sessions would be three hundred people.

In addition to the Navy, there is also the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Army.

It's absolutely terrifying to think about!

"Oh? You know their whereabouts?" Dai Li leaned forward unconsciously.

"Twenty years is too long. We've forgotten what many people look like, and we don't make any horizontal connections, so how would we know?" Zhang Mozhi shook his head.

Wei Renming suddenly spoke up:

"When you came to China to go undercover, did you bring your sister with you?"

Zhang Mozhi gave a wry smile. "Of course not. You guessed it?"

Dai Li glanced at Wei Renming in surprise, then realized, "Isn't Lin Yi your niece?"

"She...is not." Zhang Mozhi remained silent for a long time.

"Is she your daughter?" Dai Li asked.

"That's right. She's my biological daughter." Zhang Mozhi's eyes welled up with tears.

"No wonder! No wonder you care about her so much!" Wang Xinheng finally understood.

"Of course I care about her! I'd die for her!"

When Zhang Mozhi saw those few lines of writing on the photograph, he was almost in despair!

He couldn't understand why Lin Yi did that.

Does she know she's your daughter?

Wei Renming never expected that a perfectly good spy drama would suddenly turn into a family drama.

Zhang Mozhi said with a sigh:

"How could a spy like me dare to keep a wife by my side?"

I bought Xiao Yi's mother from human traffickers.

After she gave birth to Xiao Yi, I planned to kick her out and raise my daughter alone.

But I often have tasks to complete and find it difficult to take care of Xiao Yi.

So they changed their minds and let her remarry.

From then on, we addressed each other as brother and sister.

Lin Yi always thought I was her uncle.

"Aren't you afraid that Lin Yi's mother will expose this secret?" Wei Renming asked regretfully, as there were no melon seeds.

"Of course I was scared! So not long after, I pushed her into the well and drowned her." Zhang Mozhi said calmly.

"You beast! That's the mother of your child! If that's the case, why did you have the child in the first place?"

Wei Renming gained a clearer understanding of the ruthlessness of Japanese spies.

Zhang Mozhi said:

"In order to conceal their identities."

With the social connection of family members, my fabricated identity would be more believable, and I wouldn't attract attention.

Moreover, the days of lying in wait are too lonely and too boring; I also need a close relative.

"Then how did Lin Yi become a Japanese spy?" Wang Xinheng couldn't help but ask.

A flash of hatred crossed Zhang Mozhi's eyes:

"It's Yuyasu Nomura!"

Two years ago, he came to Shanghai and became my upline.

He knows I don't have a younger sister, let alone a niece.

Under his persistent questioning, I told him the truth.

Who would have thought that he would secretly plot to turn Xiao Yi against me?

Later, he secretly trained Xiao Yi and assigned her to the spy group I led.

By the time I found out, it was too late. I could only swallow my anger and obey orders.

At this point in the interrogation, they had said everything they needed to say.

Dai Li lost interest in listening further, stood up and said, "The rest is up to you. Compile a report and submit it to me as soon as possible."

"Yes," Wang Xinheng replied.

As Dai Li and Wang Zhaohuai walked out of the interrogation room, Wang Zhaohuai asked, puzzled, in the corridor:

"I don't understand why they would write secret messages on photographic paper?"

Even if Zhang Mozhi's surrender was feigned, he could have chosen other ways to deliver the message.

Why would you do something like that?

"Perhaps Lin Yi knows that Zhang Mozhihe is the murderer of her mother and wants to use someone else to do the dirty work?" Dai Li paused, then said, "Once we catch Lin Yi, we'll find out by questioning her."

Wang Zhaohuai nodded in agreement.

But he knew it in his heart.

Lin Yi has been out of the running for so long, she has probably already hidden in the Hongkou area, which is under the actual control of Japan, so the hope of catching her is slim.

After Dai Li and his companion left, Wei Renming was also sent for medical treatment.

Wang Xinheng remained in the interrogation room, intending to squeeze every last drop of value out of Zhang Mozhi.

The next day.

Chen Zhiqiang visited Wei Renming at the clinic inside the Songhu Garrison Command.

"How are your injuries?"

"The doctor said it's nothing serious, and I can be discharged once the wound scabs over."

Wei Renming's injuries looked frightening, but they were all superficial wounds. As long as they didn't get infected, he would recover quickly, though he would inevitably be left with a lot of scars.

He was just grateful to have survived.

He didn't care because the scar wasn't on his face.

"I'm sorry you had to suffer this time," Chen Zhiqiang said in a low voice.

What could Wei Renming say? He could only feign compliance.

"The director said that you have made a contribution by helping us uncover the Japanese spy plot, and you will be rewarded when you are discharged from the hospital," Chen Zhiqiang said.

"No need, no need," Wei Renming waved his hands repeatedly.

Even a fool would know that the rewards from the Secret Service are not so easy to obtain.

He had no desire to get involved with spies for some petty gains.

"Did you catch Lin Yi?" He quickly changed the subject.

Chen Zhiqiang saw through Wei Renming's intentions, but did not expose him.

Once you enter the secret service, leaving isn't so easy.

"Lin Yi ran away."

Ran?

Wei Renming was secretly delighted.

"That's better. It saves Wang Xinheng from having to compare her statements with Zhang Mozhi's, and he'll start wondering who wrote the words on the photograph again."