For a week now, Yibo has been on his secret undercover mission, while I have been transferred to night patrol duty with these two idiots. Actually, Yibo and I couldn't and shouldn't have had any contact at all, but they didn't count on Yibo's cleverness and his indestructible will to make anything he wants possible.

What I mean is, Yibo calls me at least once a day. Even if it's just a few minutes, he calls me! In fact, he found an old coin phone that still works and now calls me every night before I have to leave for my patrol duty. Although he can't tell me what his undercover mission is about, just being able to hear him is just great.

Unfortunately, he doesn't know how long his mission will last, but tells me every night that he misses me a lot and will do everything he can to finish the mission as soon as possible. Ahhh, I miss him too. Very much so! And that's even though I'm on patrol every night and often sleep late during the day. I think about him a lot and wish he was here.

Yibo couldn't believe it when I told him that I have to do patrol duty now. Yesterday was the only exception, but I can't tell Yibo about that. Because that also falls under the secrecy of the agency.

It had been really strangely nice when I got a call saying I should come to the agency and do an interrogation. After the long time, I was really excited and happy. Even though I had only slept three hours, I was wide awake as soon as the call came. I guess the prospect of my real job made me really wake up with joy.

So I drove to the agency at 10 am and received a thick investigation file on prisoner D - 43 58 C 89 and had to look at it first. I would not have managed to read through everything, but I read through the most important details for me to know how to prepare for the interrogation and what tactics to use.

So I learned that D-43 58 C 89, let's just call him Jo, is suspected of helping his serious criminal brother to leave the country. According to the file, Jo's little brother has killed several people. Too bad I didn't had Jo's brother there for questioning, I would have... well let's not go into that.

Through the file I also learned a little about the background of Jo and his brother. The two grew up in very poor circumstances. The mother a prostitute, alcoholic and drug addict. The father an unemployed drunk who regularly beat up his wife and children. Jo found one day at the tender age of 8 years his dead mother in the bathroom, a syringe still hanging on her arm.

At the age of 12, Jo killed his father in the heat of the moment when he caught him abusing Jo's little brother (then 7 years old). Jo wanted to help his brother and threatened his father with a cutter knife. Thereupon the drunken father went berserk and lunged at Jo. Jo had no other choice but to fight back with the cutter knife and in doing so, he cut his father's throat, more or less accidentally. The father bled to death. Good that he at least suffered a little, the disgusting bastard!

Jo and his little brother (let's call him Jim) were sent to a children's home, which did not take good care of the children. Again and again Jo got into fights to protect his little brother from the other kids. However, when Jo turned 16, he was sent to an assisted living home for teenagers and his brother, then 11 years old, had to be left behind.

While Jo slowly learned that there is more to life than fear, hate and violence, his little brother Jim experienced hell in the orphanage until a new boy came and took little Jim under his wing. He taught him how to defend himself. But it didn't stop there. Suddenly Jim was no longer the bullied, but the bully. He often maltreated the other children with punches and kicks and was not afraid to choke one or the other.

When Jo turned 18, he got an apartment from the social welfare office, he found a job and was allowed to bring his little brother to live with him. However, he had changed a lot in the last two years and had no desire at all to see his big brother. Again and again he ran away from home and again and again he was brought home by the police.

At some point Jo had to realize that he could not help his brother and sent him to a boarding school financed by the youth welfare office. Or rather, a military school. In the hope that they can teach him law and order. But that went wrong, because there Jim learned to fight properly and to deal with weapons.

Jim slipped deeper and deeper into the world of violence, hatred and fear. Nevertheless, Jo wanted to stand by his brother, help him and not give him up. Again and again he provided him with alibis when Jim was once again caught by the police. Again and again he cleaned up after Jim and even made evidence of Jim's guilt disappear.

Now Jo is 34 years old and he is accused of knowing about several murders his brother committed and of helping his brother to leave the country. So now it was up to me to find out what Jo really knows, if he might have evidence that we don't know yet and of course if he knows where Jim is.

So with the information I had, I knew that Jo was a caring, concerned brother who would do anything to protect his brother. So he has a great protective instinct and not just for his brother, but for younger ones in general. And I had to kind of activate that and transfer it to me.

So here are a few more facts. After they arrested Jo two days before and brought him to our agency, they put him in a dark room. This room is not just dark, it's sinister. So dark that you won't see anything even if your eyes get used to the darkness. There is no window, no cracks, nothing that serves as a light source. Moreover, there is only a mattress.

To weaken Jo, to scare him and get him to testify voluntarily, our head interrogator had tried his method. Every hour, very bright lights were switched on, a shrill alarm sounded and a computer voice asked him: "Prisoner D - 43 58 C 89. Do you want to testify now? Answer yes or no now." His answer was no every time, the light went off again and every hour it repeated. For 2 days!

Since our boss realized that this method was useless and understood that it needed someone like me who could put on a real show, he called me and after I had read the file and knew the most important facts, we were ready to go.

Two agents pretended to throw me into the room with Jo. I had to use all my acting skills, crying and banging my fists against the door. I whined and begged to be let out and after a quarter of an hour Jo said to me, "This is useless. They're not responding."

I sat down next to him, pretending to shake all over, and said, sobbing, "I wish my big brother was here, he'd kick all their asses. I didn't do anything!"

"You have a big brother who usually protects you?"

"Yes. But I haven't seen him in a month. They claim he did something bad and they want me to tell them where he is." I almost sounded like a scared little boy.

"Hey, you don't have to be scared okay? I can protect you in here."

"What? Why would you do that?"

"Because I'm a big brother too. I can protect you. I protect my little brother too."

"Are you sure you want to help me?"

"Yes. You're alone and you're scared. I don't like it when someone as gentle as you, for example, is taken so hard." And I had him!

"But, you don't even know me."

"I know. And it's so dark in here I can't even see you. But I can hear in your voice that you're very nice and scared."

"Mn. I'm really scared. Why are you here?"

"I'm here because my little brother messed up again and they think I helped him. I admit, I helped him a lot and out of so much shit. But this time I didn't help him. I would never do that!"

"Why? Did he do something worse than usual?" I was still pretending to be scared and shaking and he put his arm around me protectively.

"Yes. Something very bad."

"And what?"

"Are you sure you want to hear it?"

"Sure."

"Because I think it would really do me good to tell."

"I'm listening, really big brother."

"It's nice to be called that by you."

"It's nice to have a big brother." I said.

Then the bright lights turned on, the alarm blared and the computer voice blared through the loudspeaker: "Prisoner D - 43 58 C 89. Do you want to testify now?" Then the computer voice asked me: "Prisoner X - 21 66 Z 09. Do you want to testify now? Answer yes or no now." Jo and I answered no, the lights went out and we were back in complete darkness.

"Alright. When I thought I finally found my brother after weeks of searching, I found a house that belonged to him. He wasn't there and I looked all around his house. I found his bedroom strange because there was no mattress on his bed. Then I found a video camera, inside the video camera was a memory card. I put it in my laptop and I was shown several recorded videos. I clicked on the last one and saw my brother on the bed with a 10-12 year old boy in his bedroom, promising him he would get a Playstation 5 from him if he could play some adult games with him. The boy was excited and immediately said he could do anything. Well, I don't want to go into too much detail. But I saw in this video how my brother raped this boy and then suffocated him with a pillow. And all the other videos showed the same thing, just always with different boys."

Oh my God, this has been information's that even we didn't have yet!

"Holy shit!" I said.

I'm sure Jo nodded before continuing, "I then found a burnt mattress and remains of the dead boy in the courtyard of the house. I took the memory card and hid it at my house. I don't want to have anything more to do with my brother. Let them lock him up. I don't care. All I know is that I have no idea where he is and that's why I can't say anything. I don't have any other evidence hidden either. I know I am complicit and I am ready for the punishment. But that doesn't change the fact that I don't know where my fucking brother is!"

I admit, even though I couldn't understand why he didn't report it himself and can't understand why he covered for his brother for so long, I still felt sorry for him. Yes, he belongs to be punished as well. But still I think it is a pity for him. Because he could have done a lot of good. If he had taken care of homeless or helpless young people and given them the help he received at that time, he could have achieved much more with his protective instinct.

For me, that was the time to say my code words. Because everything we said was recorded and a camera with night vision also recorded everything. I said, "Sea of lights" and the normal lighting in the room was turned on. The door opened and the two agents who put me in the cell before let me out.

Before I left, however, I turned to Jo and said, "You still have a chance to do good. Use it! Help the officers find your brother and I'm sure your sentence will be much less. Give them the memory card and tell them everything. And once you have served your sentence, take care of young people who have become criminals and want to make a new start in life. I know you can do it."

On the one hand, Jo was shocked that I could trick him like that and get him to confess. On the other hand, he nodded and said, "Thank you. I finally feel relieved and will cooperate."

Not many people react like Jo. Most of them hate me even more than my superior. Because I play to them and by doing so I get them to completely forget their protective attitude and confess everything to me. But that's my method and I don't have to torture the prisoners or lock them in a dark cell for days and keep them from sleeping.

My boss praised me for my work and afterwards I was allowed to go home. The head of interrogation would do the further questioning and it was fine with me. All this sounded like only a short stay at the agency. But in fact I was not home until 9 pm. Because the preparations always take a long time. After all, you don't want to make any mistakes.

I just got home when my phone rang and Yibo called me. He told me again how much he misses me and loves me and I told him that I had that night off to get a good night's sleep. Someday I will tell him the truth, but not on the phone.

Yesterday evening I still watched the latest news, but they are not really new, because during the day the sky is still like sunset due to the colored fog, orange, red and a little sepia and new creatures were not spotted either. Afterwards I went to bed and immediately fell asleep from exhaustion.