My spy diary

Chapter 142: Arresting People (please vote for me)

Dai Xiuzhang entered Zhang Yi's office anxiously.

I found that this place looked different from when I came before. In addition to the desk, bookcase, and safe, there was also a new black leather sofa in the middle of the living room.

There was a record player in the corner of the room, and some newspapers on the corner next to the sofa. Everything looked neat and orderly.

"See you, sir." Dai Xiuzhang saluted respectfully.

Zhang Yi put down the newspaper and glanced at him. He saw that he was wearing a well-tailored suit, his leather shoes were shiny, and his hair was meticulously combed. He looked more and more like a businessman.

"Has Officer Dai been doing well recently?"

"It's all thanks to you and Chief Zhang's kindness."

"Why, do you want to repay the favor in the next life by holding a ring and knotting grass? There is no need to say any polite words. Have you found the person I asked you to find?"

"I'm looking for this." Dai Xiuzhang looked nervous.

"How many people do you have now?"

"Now there are three car dealerships with 124 car drivers, as well as patrol officers, informants, newsstand owners, socialites, and land hooligans. There are almost more than 200 people. Here are the account books and rosters." Dai Xiuzhang said and handed over an account book.

Zhang Yi waved his hand and said thoughtfully:

"Three religions and nine schools of thought can extend their tentacles to all walks of life. There are a lot of people, but one day has passed and the few people I asked you to find don't even have a shadow. Isn't that fair?"

Dai Xiuzhang was interrupted when he was about to explain:

"Officer Dai, don't forget what your foundation is. I'll give you three days. If you still can't find someone, you can go back and continue to be a railway patrol officer."

Zhang Yi said it lightly, but Dai Xiuzhang was panicked. More than 200 people were a lot, but it was extremely difficult to find a few people among the millions of people in Jinling.
He was about to explain a few words, but faced Zhang Yi's cold eyes, he had to suppress what he wanted to say.

Zhang Yi naturally knows that this matter is very difficult, but people don’t know their own limits unless they push themselves. Furthermore, finding someone is the same as solving a case. If you push harder, they will solve the problem faster. If you push harder, they will solve the problem faster. If you press hard, he will be slow to solve. If you don't press, some cases may not be solved even in a hundred years.

"Yes." Dai Xiuzhang agreed bitterly, determined to get this thing done. If he were asked to go back to work as a railway patrolman, he would not even die.
Zhang Yi glanced at him and said meaningfully: "It is said that people in different positions display completely different wisdom, energy, and levels. Please don't let me down."

"It's still the same sentence. For big cases, rely on tips. For small cases, rely on reporting. Use your manpower. I hope I can hear good news today."

After dismissing Dai Xiuzhang, Zhang Yi thought for a while. The Secret Service has the power to supervise and supervise the army. Li Rentao's information might be found in the Information Room of the Supervision Section, but looking for it rashly will only make people suspicious, and checking a major general, You need Dai Chunfeng's approval slip.

After thinking for a while, he called the monkey and Qian Xiaosan and said, "You guys come out with me."

The two of them followed behind without asking anything.

After getting into the car, Monkey asked: "Where is the unit chief going?"

Zhang Yidao: "Xinren Dental Clinic on Chang'an Road."

"Captain, are you feeling unwell? I know a dentist, why don't you go see him?" Qian Xiaosan looked attentive.

"Okay, let's drive." Zhang Yi didn't explain. The dental appointment was only secondary. He mainly went to investigate.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at its destination, Chang'an Road, Huining Lane.

Zhang Yi asked the two of them to wait in the distance, and one person got out of the car and walked into the alley.

He glanced at the sign of the dental clinic, turned around and entered a grocery store, bought a pack of cigarettes, and after some small talk, he found out that Xinren Dental Clinic was opened a week ago.

After looking at the surrounding environment, Zhang Yi immediately realized that there was something wrong with this store, not to mention that Aono Daisuke had also been here.

Generally speaking, housing prices in downtown areas are high, but dentists are not restaurants or teahouses, so they don’t need such a large facade. The rent is not expensive, so there is no need to open it in a residential alley. Moreover, the sign of this shop is very small. When it opened, I didn't set off any firecrackers, as if I didn't want others to know.

Since we are out to do business, how can we not advertise it widely? If there is such a person, then the other party's purpose is definitely not for money. What are they doing if they don't make money? Charity?
Thinking this, Zhang Yi rubbed his cheek, then pinched the right side of his face and walked into the clinic with a painful look on his face.

The clinic is very small, and there are no other clerks. There is only a doctor in his fifties, wearing a white coat and glasses, sitting behind the table with a cup of hot tea.

"Doctor, look at it quickly, your tooth hurts badly." Zhang Yi sat down with a grin on his face and kept sucking in cold air.

"Toothache is not a minor problem." The doctor looked Zhang Yi up and down, took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on, and then took out a small flashlight and a spoon-like tool from the drawer.

"Open your mouth and I'll check it for you."

Zhang Yi frowned and opened his mouth.

Doctor: "The teeth look fine. But the gums are a little red and swollen, and they seem to be a little angry. Let me give you some medicine."

"Is it effective?" Zhang Yi covered his cheek and questioned:
"There are a lot of doctors who are deceiving people now. Don't waste your money. It will have no effect."

The doctor put away his tools and smiled helplessly:

"If you can't believe that a doctor will harm you, you can go to a big hospital."

"Okay, let's prescribe the medicine." Zhang Yi frowned and waved, watching him busy in front of the medicine cabinet, pretending to pay, got up from the chair, and looked at the small shop carefully.

The shop is small and has no equipment. There is a curtain behind the medicine cabinet, and there seems to be a bed behind it.

His eyes passed over the doctor again. He was about 1.6 meters tall and had gray hair, but he was not old-fashioned at all. On the contrary, he was energetic and had an indescribable temperament about him.

Obviously it is rare to see it in the elderly at this age, but as a doctor, he usually pays attention to diet and maintenance, and looks pampered. He looks younger than the average person. This is normal, but Zhang Yi always feels that something is wrong.

His eyes passed over the person's shoulders, waist, and somewhat splayed feet. His eyes moved slightly, and he calmly took the medicine in the paper package, paid for it quickly, and said:

"Get me a glass of water and eat now."

The doctor didn't say anything. He found a cup from the side, opened it, warmed it, filled it with water, and handed it to Zhang Yi.

"Be careful of the burn."

"Thank you, thank you." Zhang Yi put the water glass on the table, sat down again, and said calmly:
"Doctor, what's your surname? I hear your accent is from the Northeast?"

"My surname is Zhang." The doctor sighed and said:

"He's from the Northeast. Hey, wasn't the Northeast occupied by little Japs? We all followed Marshal Zhang south."

"Oh, that's it. Why didn't you go to Chang'an? Many people from the Northeast are following the young marshal in the northwest. Wherever there are fellow villagers to take care of them, life will be easier."

"The old man is just a dentist. He doesn't know how to treat bruises and injuries. It's useless to go there."
Besides, now that everyone in the family is dead and scattered, only the old man is left, so it would be good to find a place to retire. "Yes, it is all the fault of the little devils. One day we will drive these beasts out." Zhang Yi said angrily, and his arm accidentally touched the water glass on the table.

"Be careful!" The moment the water glass fell, the doctor subconsciously reached out to catch it quickly. He seemed to realize that he shouldn't do this. His hand paused for a moment and then put the water glass back to its original position.

"Dr. Zhang is so skilled!" Facing Zhang Yi's surprised eyes, Dr. Zhang gave a false smile:
"Hey, these days there is chaos in the war, so I have learned a few tricks to defend myself. I'm just kidding. Isn't this guy from around here? What do you do?"

"This skill is not common." Zhang Yi sighed, pretending to be mysterious:
"Me? I'm a private detective. To put it bluntly, I just help people catch mistresses, hehe."

"Private detective? This profession is very popular." The doctor's eyebrows flashed and he looked at Zhang Yi carefully.

"I'm just making a living, but I'm still not as respected as your doctors." Zhang Yi remained calm and continued chatting.

In these days of a responsible social environment, private detectives are indeed a popular profession, with access to all walks of life and a mysterious identity.

Zhang Yi knows that he is engaged in the profession of an agent. Sometimes, no matter how well you disguise yourself and stand out from the crowd, it still gives his life a professional feel.

If it were not for long-term training and imitation, some of the agent's behavior would be revealed inadvertently in the details of interactions with people. If the other party is a shrewd professional agent, he might be able to see through these subtleties to his identity.

However, the mystery and particularity of the private detective profession are actually somewhat similar to that of espionage, so it is just right to use this profession to cover it up.

Doctor Zhang gave a false smile, and his stiff body relaxed instantly. He was thinking that he shouldn't have reacted so quickly. When he heard that Zhang Yi was a private detective, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked pretending to be curious:
"Is the mistress captured today too?"

"No, today is ghost hunting." Zhang Yi joked, pointing to a portrait of an immortal figure on the wall of the clinic, and asked:

"Who is this? Speaking of ghost hunting, you won't be hanging Zhong Kui's portrait here, right?"

The doctor's face darkened and he said angrily:
"Don't talk nonsense. The one hanging in my shop is Sun Simiao, Sun Xianren, the founder of medical practitioners."

"I'm sorry, I'm ignorant." Zhang Yi cupped his hands apologetically, pretending to think, and asked:

"Is Sun Simiao the one who treated Cao Cao during the Three Kingdoms period?"

Hearing this question, the doctor was obviously taken aback and frowned:
"No, that's Hua Tuo. Mr. Sun is from the Tang Dynasty."

"Oh, yes, yes, he is from the Tang Dynasty. I heard that he treated Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, and Li Bai even wrote poems for him." Zhang Yi said calmly.

"That's right, Mr. Sun is known as the King of Medicine. Even if he is an emperor, he will be consulted when he is sick." The doctor showed off:

"Mr. Sun is from Chang'an, and his cemetery is in Shaanxi. I really want to go and pay homage to him one day."

'You're afraid this is no longer possible'

Zhang Yi sneered from the bottom of his heart. You, a doctor, swore that he was dealing with the grandmaster. You didn't even know that the grandmaster was from that dynasty, so you had the nerve to come out and lie?
'It seems you didn't do enough homework! '

Sun Simiao was born in the Western Wei Dynasty, lived through the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and died during the reign of Gaozong Li Zhi. When did he see a doctor for Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty?

At this moment, not to mention systematic prompts, Zhang Yi has determined through testing that there is something wrong with this so-called dentist. He must be a Japanese spy pretending to be a Japanese spy, or perhaps a member of the "Flying Team".

He stood up calmly and said, "Okay, I'll take the medicine when I go back and see if it works. I'll come back to you again."

"Don't worry, the old medicine is definitely effective even if it doesn't cure the disease." The doctor said with a smile on his face.

"I hope so." Zhang Yi smiled and took a few steps. When he turned around and saw him taking out the medical records and writing on them, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you going to send me off?"

The doctor frowned, stood up hesitantly, and said perfunctorily: "Please walk slowly."

After sending Zhang Yi to the door, he was ready to go back.

But Zhang Yi suddenly said: "Qiaodou sack."

The doctor hesitated and his body stiffened for a moment. He pretended not to hear and walked quickly into the store. He realized that his identity was exposed, and the person who came to him for dental treatment was definitely not as simple as a detective.

"Run away." In an instant, the doctor had already made a decision.

But Zhang Yi obviously wouldn't give him this chance. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed the man from behind.

Hearing the noise, the doctor suddenly turned around. The warm smile on his face was no longer there, and murderous intent was evident on his gloomy face.

Suddenly, a No. 2 scalpel slipped out from his sleeve and was thrust straight into Zhang Yi's throat.

Zhang Yi frowned and flashed, grabbed the man's wrist, locked his mouth, pulled hard, and stepped on his leg the moment he bent over.

With a "click", the doctor collapsed to the ground, with veins popping on his face and dripping with cold sweat.

Zhang Yi didn't give him a chance to get up, and slashed him on the back of the head with a knife. While he was unconscious, he pulled his hands from his chest and back, clasped them up and down, and handcuffed him immediately. His mouth was examined.

Although this person was a "dentist" and his teeth were relatively clean, he still had cavities. Regardless of whether he was qualified to be poisoned or not, Zhang Yi did not dare to be careless and pulled a rag to plug it.

Then carefully examine the man's collar and cuffs.

Pulling open his white coat, he was wearing a white sweatshirt underneath. Zhang Yi touched the collar and finally found a sandwich near his chin.

He carefully cut it off with a dagger and threw it into the trash can. Then he went out and signaled to the monkey and Qian Xiaosan.

The two people rushed over in a panic and saw the old doctor lying on the ground. They looked at each other and asked, "This is the unit chief?"

“I was going to see a dentist, but I caught a ghost.

Can a batch of ghost paintings be put on one's body to pretend to be a person for a lifetime? Whether it's a person or a ghost, there will always be evidence of something being revealed. "Zhang Yi pretended to be cool.

"The unit chief is as meticulous as a hair and knows every detail." The two of them complimented each other, but they were thinking that it must be Dai Xiuzhang who passed on the information. Otherwise, no matter how powerful the unit chief was, he would never dream that there was a Japanese spy here, right?
The police talk about evidence, and the spies talk about suspicion. Can knowing the process of finding the answer be the same as finding the answer without knowing anything?

"Commander, what is this Japanese spy doing lurking here? Since you discovered him, why don't you follow the clues?"

Zhang Yi knew this well, but he still had to act, frowning and saying:

"This guy is lurking here. He must be spying on someone. Let's search first. By the way, find out the household registration information here and see if there are any important people."

"Yes."

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(End of this chapter)