My spy diary

Chapter 119 Intelligence (please vote)

"Deng Deng"

"Dang rang rang rang"

A burst of rattles sounded like raindrops.

Its owner is a salesman, or porter. He wears a gray shorts, cloth shoes, and there are several deep strangulation marks on his clothes.

The salesman wore a tattered straw hat. He had a long, dark face, covered with deep wrinkles, a somewhat flat nose, and medium-sized but bright eyes.

"Selling shredded tofu."

The experienced salesman shouted, his voice hoarse and rough, speaking an authentic northern dialect.

At noon, the weather was hot, and there were not many pedestrians on the street outside the Confucius Temple. The salesman was not discouraged. He continued to shout a few times, and then placed his burden under a tree to enjoy the coolness.

He took out cut tobacco and cut newspaper strips from his pocket, rolled a dry cigarette skillfully, and started smoking.

He stared at the picker and thought, "It's our job to be suspicious of everyone."

Qian Xiaosan wiped the sweat from his forehead. In his opinion, if this picker was a "carrier pigeon" who came to deliver information, then he must be dressed up too vividly.

"No, we can just check if there is anything." Zhang Yi waved his hand and said:

"Tofu shreds are sold." He continued to shout while smoking.

Judging from the captured Japanese spies, they have a long history and rich experience in espionage work, a strict personnel training system and organizational structure, and systematic and standardized working methods and techniques.

Zhang Yi glanced at him. The surveillance all morning had yielded no results. Everyone was a little frustrated and it was understandable that they were a little depressed.

One is a businessman who has a deep relationship with the Japanese army, and the third is a person with bad character and criminal record.

"Hey, change, why don't you change? Aunt Zhang, if you eat my tofu, can you let me eat some of your tofu?" Lao Yang gave a bad laugh.

The main content includes three categories: spiritual instruction, political instruction and technical training.

These trainees were selected directly from the recruits, without their real names, only by numbers, and underwent rigorous training for three months.

They are currently monitoring the dead mailbox given by Yoshino Toyoko.

"Qian Xiaosan, please ask someone to check the details of that aunt, make sure there is no problem, and then make some inquiries about the salesman's situation."

After a while, seeing that no one was patronizing his business, Lao Yang patted the dirt on his butt and stood up, rubbing his shoulders and picking up the load again.

So I don't dare to be careless about such a master Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi smiled noncommittally and said:
"Don't look at him without raising his head, maybe he is observing his surroundings from every pore."

"Captain, I don't think so either."

"Bah, a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory, how about you? You have small arms and legs, I'll sit on your butt and kill you." Aunt Zhang looked at Lao Yang from head to toe, spit, turned around and left with disdain.

The second lesson is how to obtain information.

"I just walk around the streets and make ends meet. How can I get any business?" Lao Yang squeezed out a smile and said, "I have some left, so I can sell it to you."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the monkey and asked, "What do you think?"

Such salesmen walk through the streets and alleys every day, wandering between villages and small cities. They may set off at dawn and carry heavy loads for dozens of miles a day. It is okay in the city, because transportation and communication are relatively convenient, and they can be divided into sections. But when they got outside the city, the road was empty and there was no way to follow him.

According to Yoshino Toyoko, in addition to various spy schools, the Japanese army generally selects spies for training among recruits below the rank of non-commissioned officer.

The first lesson of skills training is how to break into the national army. The main methods include "escape", "falling behind", "slightly injured" and other methods.

"Let Lao Zheng follow him from a distance for a while and see where he goes."

"Yes."

Moreover, this kind of salesman walks through the streets, and when he is hungry, he trades the goods in his load with the farmers for dinner. When it gets dark, he sleeps in the farmer's firewood and haystacks all night, eating hundreds of meals and sleeping on firewood. Bed, it is difficult to determine his lair.

Old Yang smiled and continued to roll up his cigarette.

During the three-month training period for new recruits, the superiors began to examine and select them. They generally inspected three types of people. One was the model soldier. This type of person had received a deeper education from the Fascists and the Cists, was loyal to the Emperor, and was relatively loyal and reliable.

"I don't have money." The aunt dismissed it, then opened the barrel of tofu, took a look, and said hesitantly:
"I still have a few kilograms of radishes that I haven't sold. Do you want to exchange them?"

"Captain, do you want to follow me?" Seeing the salesman entering the alley where the dead mailbox was, the monkey immediately cheered up.

“If you want to fish, the most important thing is patience.”

Arriving in front of the middle-aged tofu seller, she put her hands on her hips and said with a smile:
"Lao Yang, you're here again? How's business?"

"Commander, could it be him?"

In the teahouse not far away, Zhang Yi watched the picker's every move with a telescope.

"You see, since he was sitting there smoking, he has been lowering his head, wiping sweat and drinking water. He seems to be uninterested in everything around him."

"Look at the way he walked just now. He was basically walking in a straight line without turning his head. If I were a spy at the joint, I would inevitably be a little nervous and apprehensive at this time. I would at least observe the surrounding environment to see if anyone is there. Watch me."

Finally, there is the contact and communication between spies, including the use of secret codes, methods of contacting contacts, and the transmission of intelligence.

Zhang Yi picked up the telescope and stared at the salesman's back meticulously, frowning slightly.

But if the other party has a special identity, they can take advantage of the mobility and sociability of the peddler profession to conduct intelligence spying, transmit information, and even develop intelligence personnel.

"Oh?"

While they were talking, not far away, a radish seller wearing a gray cloth blouse and an apron came over. She had dark and chapped skin, a cigarette in her mouth, and she smoked like a long-time smoker.

Just when Zhang Yi was thinking about it, the salesman's figure appeared in the field of view of the telescope again. He circled around the alley and went onto the avenue again. He boldly continued to shout, but his steps were a little brisker.

"Chief, would you like to check the dead mailbox to see if any information has been delivered?"

"No rush." ​​Zhang Yi shook his head. A "carrier pigeon" is so cautious. Who knows if the spy organization behind him has sent "observers" to monitor the process of intelligence delivery and retrieval.

Seeing Zheng Huhe, who was pretending to be a businessman, following him from a distance, Zhang Yi asked:

"What is Ryoko Yamashita doing?"

Ryoko Yamashita is Red Rose, a dancer with the pseudonym Liu Xiaoling, and a Japanese female spy codenamed Du Juan.

"She just had her meal and is resting."

"Let her get the information." This was Zhang Yi's long-planned countermeasure.

Although Yoshino Toyoko chose to confess, seemingly surrendered, and seemed honest, Zhang Yi could not trust her at all.

But in a hurry, you go there to find a female spy who can speak Japanese. Even if you find one, what if the other party talks to her about your hometown during the meeting?

Language can be learned and identity can be faked, but life resume, life experience, lifestyle, some living habits and genes engraved in the bones are difficult for others to fake.

"I'll go talk to her again." Zhang Yi sneered. Although it wasn't the best idea to use her, the arrow had to be fired when the arrow was on the string. Of course, he still had to hit what should be hit.

Zhang Yi came to the next room and saw Hong Qiangwei wearing a cheongsam, sitting on a chair and smoking.

She is wearing the most fashionable cheongsam at the moment, with heavy makeup and jewels all over her body. If she dances on the dance floor, the customers will be attracted and fascinated.

Seeing that she was looking good and looking good, Zhang Yi looked at her and said:

"Put on a chiffon long-sleeved shirt and mesh gloves on your hands to cover your wounds."

"Your mission is very simple. It is to collect information.
The focus is on the next connection. The best way is to gain the trust of the other party and obtain the contents of the Feixue plan.
If the other party becomes suspicious, we can only arrest them for interrogation. Of course, this is the last resort."

"I hope you will recognize your identity. Cooperate or die. You can only choose one.
Don't try to escape. My people will keep an eye on you at all times. In addition, even if you escape back, you will still be acting as a traitor. You know what will happen to you. "

Facing Zhang Yi's threat, Hong Qiangwei flicked the ashes from her cigarette without any emotion on her face. She said expressionlessly:

"I can complete the joint mission for you, but I will not help you deal with my compatriots.
In addition, I hope you can fulfill your promise and help me find out about the situation of my family in the Northeast. In addition, once the mission is successful, I need to be free. "

"Freedom?" Zhang Yi sneered and said:
"There is no freedom in this world. Freedom is always relative. I can only guarantee that you can live. This is already a luxury for you, isn't it?

In addition, as long as the mission is successful, as a reward, the living conditions and food in your cell can be improved. As for the rest, it depends on what you can do for us. "

Red Rose frowned, remained silent for a while, then put out the cigarette butt, her eyes gradually brightened, and said, "Okay."

"As the saying goes, when a person is about to die, his words are good. I hope your words and deeds will be consistent. If you go against your will, I don't mind wasting a bullet."

Zhang Yi looked at this beautiful woman who was about to become a Japanese traitor and smiled coldly.

A few minutes later, Hong Qiangwei left from the back door of the teahouse, then got on a designated rickshaw and drove around the area. After getting off the car, she walked alone through the alley with the dead mailbox and successfully obtained the information.

"Tomorrow afternoon at three o'clock at the Commander's Café."

Putting away the information, Zhang Yi glanced at Red Rose and asked, "Have you made the mark?"

It turns out that the Japanese spies were really cunning. They painted graffiti on the wall inside the alley, with a child's head on it, and childish words written next to it: This is Goudanzi.

The hair of "Goudan" usually has three hairs. If information is delivered, the hair will become four. After the information is removed, the fourth hair will be wiped off.

"It's done." Red Rose nodded and said coldly.

"That's good." Zhang Yi nodded and said to Qian Xiaosan, "Send her back."

He looked at Hong Qiangwei and said with a smile: "It's a good start. I look forward to continuing to cooperate with you. Go back and think about the meeting tomorrow."

"I know." Red Rose still looked indifferent.

Watching her leave with enchanting steps, Zhang Yi called patrolman Dai Xiuzhang.

"Hello, sir."

Dai Xiuzhang nodded and bowed in. At this moment, he changed into a brand new patrol officer uniform, with a shell gun on his waist, which gave him a somewhat majestic look.

According to police regulations, general patrol officers are not equipped with guns, only whistles and batons.

Dai Xiuzhang belongs to the frontline promotion.

"Do you know what I want you to do?" Zhang Yi took out a few bills from his pocket and put them on the table.

"I don't know, but my glory and wealth are all tied to my superiors. I just don't want to die. I go through wind and rain, and I don't hesitate to go through fire and water."

Zhang Yi sneered, knocked on the table, pointed at the money on the table, and said:

"Thank you, you've done well recently. But it's better not to go to places like Shuyu in the future."

"Hehe, I understand." Dai Xiuzhang smiled and said:

"Sir, I can't ask for this money because of my humble position. I haven't spent all the money you gave me last time."

"One code equals one code." Zhang Yi smiled faintly and took out three small yellow croakers from his pocket.

"Sir, what is this?" He saw the little yellow croaker Dai Xiuzhang's eyes burning.

"Use your position to acquire or invest in several rickshaw dealers.
In addition, the street gangsters, gangsters, and all kinds of people can develop.
I need to know everything on the street.
For example, which guest is more strange.
Which neighbor suddenly became rich, etc. Any useful information will be rewarded, but if you don't do things well, haha."

Being glanced at by Zhang Yi's sharp eyes, Dai Xiuzhang was agitated and quickly put away his pride in getting promoted and making a fortune. He had seen the aloof deputy director of the police station being dragged away like a dead dog.

"Don't worry, sir, I will definitely get things done." Knowing that Zhang Yi was planning to develop his own spies to form an intelligence network, Dai Xiuzhang thought quickly and asked:

"Sir, can you bring in the newspaper sellers, newspaper managers, socialites, and other patrol officers?"

"As long as you can use your brain, I'll leave this matter to you, go ahead!" Seeing a plainclothes guy knocking on the door and coming in, Zhang Yi waved him away.

"Commander, we've checked it out." The plainclothes guy explained:

"We asked an old patrolman to identify, and then the nearby security chief, and we have determined the identity of the radish seller. This person is called Zhang Adi. She is a widow. She lives with a daughter and makes a living by selling vegetables. She is a local suburbanite. ”

"After confirming her identity, our people pretended to be customers and bought her radishes. After making some insinuations, they finally found out the identity of the salesman."

"This man's name is Lao Yang. No one knows his specific name. It is said that he lives in the suburbs and walks the streets every day to make a living selling tofu shreds."

"When did he appear in Aurous Hill?"

"According to Zhang Adi, Lao Yang should have been there three or four years ago.

This person claimed to be from Baoding, Hebei, and said that he fled from Hebei to Luoyang, and then moved to Jinling.

This man speaks fluent northern dialect, has good craftsmanship, is eloquent, enthusiastic, and never cares about anything. He has a good reputation among the people nearby, and everyone affectionately calls him Lao Yang. "

"understood."

Zhang Yi nodded. This was of course the disguise of a spy. His true identity or what tricks he was secretly doing could only be discovered in his psychological safety zone by identifying his lair.

But this person has been doing this for three or four years, and his tenacity and perseverance still make Zhang Yi feel terrible.

Now we can only see the results of Zheng Huhe’s tracking.
(End of this chapter)