The torn file on the ground was obviously Duan Yuanjie’s doing. Xiaotao handcuffed Duan Yunjie and searched for her cell phone which had two outgoing calls.

Xiaotao asked an officer to check the number but we couldn’t identify the caller. "Try calling back!" I suggested.

As soon as the call connected, a voice came from the other end of the line, "Duan Yunjie, have you completed the task?"

Xiaotao hung up and raged, "She’s indeed the traitor!"

"More accurately, being a traitor is a personality of hers."

The woman before me was completely different from the one I had met before. I previously always doubted Duan Yunjie’s ability to keep her independence and self-identity in the face of three years of torture. Out of pity and shared agony, I chose not...