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Jia Shu, however, was as if he hadn't seen Liu Fuping's struggle, his face piled with a false smile.
"But what really confirmed for me that you were a spy was the night of 'Yin Caimei's Death'."
"The life or death of Yin Caimei wasn't actually that important, but it was a good opportunity to test for moles within the Investigation Bureau."
"So... I deliberately exaggerated the impact of 'Yin Caimei's Death' at the senior meeting of the Investigation Bureau and covered up the cause of Yin Caimei's death. I wanted to see how many moles it would draw out."
"What I did not expect was that you were the first one to be stirred..."
As he spoke, Jia Shu's face showed his disappointment, "Although you are a skilled interrogator, you're indeed not cut out to be a spy."
"You are too impatient and too restless."
"A minor piece of intelligence, a small test, and you completely lost your composure. This isn't the quality a competent spy should have..."
