Espionage: I Have Photo Editing Software

"The photos that were taken secretly were all transferred through you?" Wang Xinheng's face turned ashen.

Zhang Zhihe stopped hiding his true intentions and spoke frankly:

"That's right! Sun Huan was one of my downlines. After you caught him, I immediately moved the film reel."

"Why don't you leave? Aren't you afraid Sun Huan will expose you?" Chen Zhiqiang asked, puzzled.

"Sun Huan has never seen me, so what am I afraid of? Besides, if I just leave, wouldn't all the connections I've built up over the years be wasted? But no matter how much I planned, I never expected Liu Wu to be able to find me. I underestimated him." Zhang Zhihe's greed and arrogance ruined him.

"Ha! Liu Wu's tracking and surveillance abilities are among the best in the Shanghai area. What's so strange about him finding you? Do you really think our Special Service is just sitting around doing nothing?" Wang Xinheng said disdainfully.

"I've fallen into your hands, so whatever you say goes." Zhang Zhihe seemed to have resigned himself to his fate.

It's common for lurking, especially right under the enemy's nose, to be discovered; he had long anticipated this day would come.

"Tell me, who did you give the film rolls to?" Wang Xinheng asked.

Zhang Zhihe shook his head: "I don't trust you. Once I've told you everything and you're no longer of any use to me, what can I do if you turn your backs on me?"

"Do you think you still have any bargaining power?" Wang Xinheng asked.

"Don't I have one?" Zhang Zhihe grinned. "Then let's fight to the death and see who's really in a hurry!"

The longer it drags on, the more difficult it becomes to recover the film rolls.

Wang Xinheng finally relented, "State your conditions!"

"Release Lin Yi and her family!" Zhang Zhihe said firmly.

"District Chief..." Lin Zhiqiang called out to remind him.

Wang Xinheng gave a wink, and the two left the interrogation room.

"Although the Lin family is less of a suspect, they haven't been completely ruled out. If we just let them go like this, what if we let a tiger return to the mountains?" Lin Zhiqiang said worriedly.

Wang Xinheng asked, "What is Lin Yi's family situation like?"

"Her mother died early, and her father and brother ran a grain and oil shop. Neither of them resisted arrest."

"What about the house? Were they searched?"

"No evidence was found."

"Based on that, it seems unlikely that they are suspects..."

"It's better to be safe than sorry!"

Wang Xinheng pondered for a moment and said:

Release them!

Then they sent an action team to keep a close watch on the family of three.

They recorded who they met and where they went during that time.

Also, if there are any signs of escape, arrest them immediately!

"yes!"

The two returned to the interrogation room, and Wang Xinheng said:

"I can release them! However, if the information you provide doesn't satisfy me, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Zhang Zhihe neither confirmed nor denied, and said:

"They called immediately after they got home."

I need to confirm each one!

I also advise you not to try any tricks.

I know far more information than you can imagine.

Don't lose sight of the bigger picture!

"Their lives are in your hands. If you cooperate obediently, I'll guarantee their safety. If you try anything funny... heh heh, I can release them, but I can also bring them back!"

Wang Xinheng and two other men escorted Lin Yi out of the interrogation room.

More than forty minutes later.

A phone call was made to the Longhua Detention Center.

Zhang Zhihe picked up the phone and asked, "Are you home?"

"Uncle, we're home." Lin Yi's voice came through the microphone.

"Can you tell me what time it is?"

"9:50."

What mode of transportation did you use?

"Cars".

Zhang Zhihe mentally estimated the time.

"Don't worry about me, eat well, don't starve yourself."

"I won't."

"Your mother's death anniversary is approaching; don't forget to pay your respects."

"I remember. It's the 18th day of the third month on the lunar calendar."

Zhang Zhihe felt more confident.

"Call me every five hours."

"Uncle... take care!" Lin Yi's voice choked with emotion.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Xinheng laughed and said:

"See? I wasn't lying to you, was I?"

"District Chief Wang is naturally a man of his word," Zhang Zhihe said coldly.

"No problem." Wang Xinheng's smile faded, and he asked seriously, "So, who did you give the film roll to?"

"Why ask me? Didn't you arrest my liaison with my superiors? Go ahead and interrogate him!" Zhang Zhihe said sarcastically.

Liaison officer?

"Who?" Wang Xinheng exclaimed in surprise.

Chen Zhiqiang frowned. "You mean Wei Renming?"

"His name is Wei Renming? I really didn't know his cover identity! We had arranged for him to come to the photo studio this afternoon to discuss the assassination. Who would have thought you would take them all down!" Zhang Zhihe sighed.

Chen Zhiqiang's suspicions rose suddenly. "How did you know he was arrested by us?"

"Xiao Yi said you caught a young man at the photo studio. At that time and place, who else could it be but him?" Zhang Zhihe said.

"When did he start acting as your liaison?" Chen Zhiqiang has always been skeptical of coincidences.

"A month ago," Zhang Zhihe said.

"You trust him so much after only a month? You even dared to let him know your true identity?" Chen Zhiqiang seized on the suspicious point.

"Ha." Zhang Zhihe sneered. "You really think he's just a liaison officer?"

"Otherwise what?" Chen Zhiqiang asked.

"Give me a cigarette," Zhang Zhihe said.

Chen Zhiqiang took out a cigarette and handed it to Zhang Zhihe, then took out a lighter and lit it for him.

Zhang Zhihe took a deep breath, slowly exhaled the smoke, and looked more relaxed. "It's true that I work for the Japanese, but they don't trust me much. He's nominally a liaison, but in reality, he's also responsible for monitoring me."

"Aren't the Japanese afraid that his exposure will implicate you?" Chen Zhiqiang asked.

"Team Leader Chen, you overestimate me. What am I in the eyes of the Japanese? Just a pawn. Compared to this risk, they are more afraid of not being able to control me, and even more afraid that I will betray them." Zhang Zhihe squinted, enjoying the pleasure brought by nicotine.

Chen Zhiqiang still felt something was wrong.

Wei Renming's resume is too clean.

Having only been in Shanghai for a little over three months, even if he had sided with the Japanese, how did he gain their trust and be assigned such an important task as contacting and monitoring Zhang Zhihe?

Did he defect to the Japanese while he was in Funing?

Wang Xinheng was unaware of Wei Renming's situation and did not suspect anything, but pressed for details:

"When did you hand the film roll to Wei Renming?"

"The day before yesterday, before I went to the dock to collect intelligence, I went to the American-Indian Photo Studio and personally handed him the film. Maybe he was the one who developed Dai Li's photos."

Zhang Zhihe learned all the information about Wei Renming from Lin Yi.

In such a short time, he was able to fabricate this story using only a limited amount of information, without any obvious flaws, which shows how meticulous he was.

Wang Xinheng frowned deeply. "The day before yesterday? The section chief was assassinated yesterday, which means the film reel has fallen into the hands of the Japanese."

If the film rolls can't be recovered, then his job as district head will be in trouble.

Sigh, there's nothing I can do!

Even if you know you can't get it back, you still have to put on a show!

And they're going all out!

Who planned the assassination?

"Two lines of communication. I'm only in charge of intelligence; the operation is handled by someone else. I suggest you interrogate Wei Renming; he definitely knows more about the details of the operation than I do," Zhang Zhihe said.