Ronghui's chin was hanging weakly, and he happened to be on his shoulder blades in the night.

His lips were chapped and colorless, his eyes were deeply sunken, and the breath that was in and out between his nose was as thin as a hanging line, intermittent.

"Dr. Rong, you should just give it honestly so as not to continue suffering." Lin Liguo's hideous voice echoed in the interrogation room, which gave Ronghui an excellent opportunity to speak.

"The hospital bungalow, books." Ronghui's voice was as weak as a mosquito hum, and it reached Ye Se's ears with difficulty.

Lin Liguo continued, and the night was indifferent until Ronghui fainted again.

"You," Wu Zenghua pointed to one of his subordinates: "Go and bring Li Junjie here."

Li Junjie, the second underground party arrested in the Western Engineering Battalion, was a traitor.

In a few minutes, Li Junjie walked into the interrogation room. Although he was wearing clean clothes, his face still looked pale. Especially when he saw Rong Hui's miserable situation, his whole body immediately shivered.

His right hand couldn't help but touch his right leg, which was dragged in by him.

It was on the tiger bench in front of me, and it broke with a crunch.

Li Junjie lowered his head and bowed to everyone in the room.

One, two, three, and even he didn't know how many of them he had picked. It seemed that after passing them one by one, he stopped and took a few breaths.

The life of a servant is so sad.

Li Junjie cursed himself secretly, but he was afraid of death.

The result of fear of death is now.

If you live in vain, you are not as good as a dog.

"Sir," Li Junjie called out to Wu Zenghua.

"Look, who else do you know in this room besides him?"

He refers to Ronghui.

The name Ronghui was heard by him accidentally, and eventually became his life-saving straw.

If he could prove another one, his life might be a little better in the future.

Li Junjie looked around the entire interrogation room with full desire.

He saw two people sitting in the seat, including Wu Zenghua, who were cold and fierce.

According to convention, these two must be the superiors.

He saw the two men who were interrogating and the few people standing next to him, all of whom were fierce and fierce, with fierce looks on their faces, like the life-seeking ghost in the Hall of Yama.

According to convention, the underground party calls it executioner and dog spy.

Opening his eyes wide, Li Junjie looked around. In his cognition and in his inertial thinking, there was no one who knew or was suspicious.

He shook his head in disappointment, and was depressed aside.

Wu Zenghua waved his hand impatiently.

Li Junjie was pushed hard by a spy closest to him, fell to the ground, and crawled out with difficulty.

"Let's go." Wu Zenghua didn't achieve his expected goal and was very upset.

Wang Jinyi let out a long sigh.

Only he knew the purpose of doing this. During this period, all those who had interacted with Ronghui were listed as suspects by Wu Zenghua, even including himself.

Wu Zenghua's approach is understandable, although it is unpleasant.

Back at the Secret Service, Wang Jinyi left his own characteristics.

"Ye Se, I hope you can understand what happened tonight. Not only you, but also Shi Shoucheng and me, are among the doubts." Wang Jin said earnestly, trying to reduce Ye Se with himself and Shi Shoucheng.

"Di Shishi and the stone are the decorations that confuse me? I heard that Shishi has searched my house? How about it, have you gained a lot?" The cold night sound echoed indoors, which made Wang Jin feel inexplicably oppressed.

"Xiaoye, you know our rules. The reason why I took you there is to relieve everyone's suspicion of you. Look, the goal has been achieved now, isn't it very good? Hahaha." Wang Jinyi stretched out his hands and smiled exaggeratedly.

"You feel good when you sit there, but I'm not good at all. Sorry, I don't want to go to work these days. If you think I'm not suitable for working here, I can get out of here, or you can transfer me away, you can do whatever you want." Yese looked ugly, his tone was stiff, he didn't respect him, and he didn't say goodbye. He turned around and walked out of the office, and slammed the door.

Wang Jin stared at the banging door, thought for a while, and called the serviceman: "Call Section Chief Chen."

After Shen Qingfeng came in, Wang Jinyi changed his scheming face: "Look for a few new faces and continue to stare at the night scene. He hasn't been at work these days, so show me what he is doing."

Shen Qingfeng was stunned: "Sit down, do you still have to keep watching him?"

Wang Jinyi said unhappily: "Shen Qingfeng, can you use your brain? Anyway, I have offended someone, so I just do it to the end. I want to take this opportunity to completely relieve my suspicion of him."

There have been too many things recently, and many things have happened to be like underground parties, which makes him feel very upset.

"Yes." Shen Qingfeng was full of thoughts and went back to execute Wang Jinyi's orders.

After Ye Se left Wang Jinyi's office, he took advantage of the darkness to get into a small alley.

As a person from the Secret Service, he is familiar with which path he can take after the curfew and which path he cannot take.

Tonight, one of the tasks he had to complete was to go to the bungalow behind the 6th Army Hospital.

What Ronghui explained must be very important.

Walking through the walls and hiking through the alleys, the night finally came to the road behind the hospital bungalow.

Needless to think, Ronghui said it was certain that the bungalow he had been staying for all night.

Walk to the window and push it gently.

It didn't move at all, and the window was inserted from it.

The night was so anxious that it wanted to smash the window.

It was not enough to make noise in the middle of the night.

Nothing went smoothly.

The nightfall had a strong idea of ​​getting rid of Wang Jinyi.

He walked around the place for a few times and returned to the window.

In the sky, raindrops began to float, mixed with lightning and thunder.

With the lightning, the night suddenly appeared a fist gap next to the latch, and there were many cracks extending in all directions, showing irregularities.

I guess I was smashed from the inside, and there was nothing valuable in this room, and it was not worth changing a piece of glass.

Ye Se reached out his hand, drilled into the hole, and tried his best to reach the pins on the glass window.

Just as his hand tentatively touched the latch, the protruding glass pieces drew blood marks on his arm, and the heart-wrenching pain made him extremely distressed every time he moved.

When his wrist sank down and finally touched the latch, several glass slags pierced into the flesh at the same time, donating blood flowed down the glass.

I ignored the night and opened the window with pain, took off my shoes, raised my legs, wiped my feet with my shirt and clothes, and then turned into the window.

He has come in and checked this room, but there has been no change.

When he lifted up the tablecloth of the table he had hidden last time, and through the gap in the middle, under the light of the small flashlight biting in his mouth, something seemed to be hidden behind the tablecloth beside the wall.

The night salon pulled up the cloth and it was a book.

An ancient costume version of Journey to the West.

The night had no time to think about anything else, so she stuffed the book into her pants pocket, returned to the window the same way, and jumped out of the window.

At this time, it was getting heavier and heavier in the sky. He took off his shirt, stained some rainwater from the corner of the wall, wet a corner of the clothes, wiped the blood on the torn glass, then placed the latch position, gently retreated from the outside, and used the momentum to let the latch fall into the hole below.

The windows are restored as before.

He put on his shoes, held his clothes in his hands, covering his pockets with Journey to the West, and went home without any trace of darkness.

The next morning, the heavy rain began to get lighter. The night was holding an umbrella, and had breakfast outside. I went to the bookstore closest to his house, bought a stack of books, returned home, and thanked the guests behind closed doors.

All of this was reported to Wang Jinyi by the person sent by Shen Qingfeng to monitor.

"Is there anything suspicious?" Wang Jinyi asked calmly.

"No, he did not contact anyone in the place where he ate breakfast and bought books, and he had never said a word. However, his right hand was wrapped in gauze and seemed to be injured."

"When he went out for dinner again, go to his house to see if there are any suspicious people inside? Or suspicious places." Wang Jinyi ordered.

"yes."

At noon, it was still night time with an umbrella to go out for dinner.

The rain fell all night and after dawn, it became lighter and smaller.

When the night comes out after lunch, the rain has stopped.

When I returned home in the night, the ground of the courtyard was basically gone. In summer, no matter how heavy the rain was, I couldn't resist the high temperature. In a blink of an eye, the ground seemed to have only been poured with a basin of water, leaving only traces of moisture.

He put the umbrella in the courtyard and entered the house by himself.

Standing at the door of the room, he stopped and looked. From under his feet, there was a line of very light footprints, which were the wet marks of the soles of the feet. They could not be identified from the nearest point, but from a distance, they looked like nothing.

Wait for a while, the tide will disappear and it will be unaware.

This line of footprints also went upstairs, returned and walked towards the glass window.

He smashed a hole in the glass window and the place where Ye Se's shoulders were high.
To be continued...