The first snow fell in Harbin, Puppet Manchuria, and the iron door of the interrogation room of the Special Intelligence Section clanged.
Chen Xiao came in wrapped in the cold air. Before taking off his black leather gloves, he first saw a bloody arm hanging under the torture rack.
That was a "red party" who sneaked across the border in the middle of the night. At this moment, he was no longer human.
Chen Xiao frowned, not because he couldn't bear it, but because he felt stupid - "Is the Red Party going to send someone like this to die?"
He slowly took off his gloves, revealing his slender fingers. The adjutant next to him, who was bending over to hand him a cigarette, didn't see that the fingertips of his section chief were trembling slightly.
Until a woman's laughing voice suddenly came from outside the window, and she suddenly burst into blood: "Chief Chen, you are so angry."
Chen Xiao turned around and saw a woman in a mink coat leaning against the door frame. Her curves were wrapped in fur. She was bulging where it should be and thin where it should be. She was also carrying a box of freshly baked Russian snacks in her hand.
She winked at him: "I'm here to bring you some warmth."
