My spy diary

Chapter 144 A huge net (please vote for me)

"Commander, are you recruiting now?"

Looking at the confession record of Zhang Shiping, or "Octopus" Uchimura Mitsuyoshi, the monkey was dumbfounded.

This die-hard element that left him helpless was completely explained in the hands of the unit chief in just half an hour. Is this the difference between people?

Naturally, Zhang Yi would not say that he broke through this person's psychological defense by cheating.

He looked at the interrogation record and raised his eyebrows.

After the arrest of "Homing Pigeon" Oda Ichiro, the members of the "Flying Team" immediately went into hibernation.

But if they want to do something, they must contact each other, but there is no carrier pigeon to convey information at the moment. Aono Daisuke's personal death will undoubtedly increase the risk of exposure, so the method he adopts is very simple, that is, by publishing a missing person notice in a newspaper to convey information.

This approach is both traditional and adventurous.

Although due to the war and backward communication methods, publishing missing persons notices in newspapers is the most direct way.

But at this moment, the postal and telecommunications inspections that were originally conducted secretly in major cities have been turned into an open activity, and the signboard of the Postal and Telecommunications Inspection Office has been put up, and it is under the supervision of the Third Division of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

The contents of the newspaper are also under their surveillance and will be exposed if they are not careful.

But you have Zhang Liangji, and I have a wall ladder. A lot of information is hidden in public information. If you don’t know the password, you can’t find it at all.

The most common way to write Chinese passwords is to exchange Chinese characters. Select hundreds of commonly used Chinese characters and arrange and combine them according to certain pinyin rules. The recipient can see the information and decrypt it in a pre-agreed way.

The contact method of Feitian Group is also very simple, that is, through missing person notices or renting. If someone checks, this house is indeed for rent, but the contact address decrypted by the other party is another.

"Immediately arrange for someone to publish a rental notice in the evening newspaper." Zhang Yi glanced at the time, ordered, and then left the interrogation room.

If Uchimura Mitsuyoshi hadn't lied, he would have killed the remaining members of the "Flying Team" tonight.

As soon as Zhang Yi arrived at the office, he saw Dai Xiuzhang walking in excitedly.

Zhang Yi was a little surprised. He had just knocked on it in the morning, and there was news so soon?

"Good news, Sir Zhang."

"What's the good news? Have you found traces of those people?"

"No, but according to your instructions, major cases rely on tips and small cases rely on reports. I asked my people to mobilize people around me to report, and I really found a clue.
It should be a real Japanese spy. "

"Japanese spy?"

Although the power of groups is unlimited, such as those "some Yang masses", that is a general term. Many insiders do not want to reveal their identities and just use this name. Do you really think that the masses know everything?

The real situation is often the opposite. The group is unaware of the truth and is unaware of it.

Furthermore, as long as a spy is not out on the road, his dress and behavior are no different from ordinary people in society. Not everyone has a pair of eyes that can identify who is a spy in the crowd.

Seeing that Zhang Yi didn't believe it, Dai Xiuzhang said plausibly:

"Sir Zhang, the person who reported the spy was not an ordinary citizen, but a government employee."

"Government employee? Where are they now?" Zhang Yi was a little surprised. Could it be that Dai Xiuzhang really caught a dead rat?
"Just outside."

"I'll call the doorman and you go bring him in."

"Yes."

A few minutes later, Zhang Yi met the government employee named Guo Wenqi in the office. His identity was the deputy section chief of the budget section of the Jinling Telephone Bureau.

Guo Wenqi is in his mid-thirties, with a fair complexion. He looks nervous and a little excited.

"Chief Guo, are you the one who discovered the Japanese spy?" Zhang Yi handed him a cup of tea, looked him up and down, and said:

"Chief Guo, can I see your ID?"

Seeing his expression change, Zhang Yi smiled and said:

"Professional instinct, don't mind."

Guo Wenqi shook his head helplessly and took out his ID from his arms.

Zhang Yi took it, took a look, and nodded to the monkey, who understood.

Zhang Yi believes that it won't be long before Guo Wenqi's detailed information will be placed in front of him.

"Chief Guo, I'm sorry, you can speak now."

"Is such that.
Yesterday, I went home from get off work and stopped at a grocery store to buy cigarettes. I met a man who was on the phone. I looked familiar to him, as if I had seen him somewhere, but I just couldn't remember.
I wanted to strike up a conversation with him, but the man left quickly."

“Later when I got home, I thought about it again and again, and finally opened my graduation photo from when I was studying abroad, and then I remembered that the person seemed to be my college classmate.
Although I haven't seen him for more than ten years, he is different from that time, but he has six fingers on his right hand, which impressed me deeply." As he said this, he took out a mottled and yellowed old photo from his arms.

The people in the photo are all wearing black student uniforms. On the back of the photo, written in pen is the graduation commemoration of the third class of economics at Kyoto Imperial University, Japan. The date is the ninth year of the Taisho period in Japan.

Guo Wenqi pointed to a thin figure in the corner of the last row of the photo and said:
"That's this person. His name is Tian Tian Haocheng, and there is a Chinese named Zhao Haocheng."

“Economics at Kyoto Imperial University, Japan?

Chief Guo, even if that person is really your classmate, there are many Japanese in Jinling. Why do you insist that he is a spy? "

Guo Wenqi said angrily:
"Just because he is Japanese, you have never been to Japan, so you have no idea of ​​the wolfish ambitions of the Japanese."

"Appreciate further details."

Zhang Yi made an invitation. Although everyone in Japan was a spy, he still wanted to hear what this Japanese student said about Japan.
Guo Wenqi sighed and said:
"I'm from Leiyang, Hunan. I graduated from middle school in 1916 and was admitted as one of the students who were left after the Boxer Indemnity Program and traveled east to Japan."

After Guo Wenqi entered Kyoto Imperial University in Japan, he went to the library to look up information one day and saw a shocking document record.

Guo Wenqi's hometown is a small village in the mountains of Leiyang. There is only a small trail connected to the outside world. To buy daily groceries, you have to walk more than ten miles of mountain road to get to the town.

Although their village is barren, there is a kind of high-quality anthracite coal hidden in the ground of the village. It is odorless and smokeless when burned, leaving only a little white ash after burning.

Due to traffic congestion and lack of information, people outside had no idea that anthracite was produced here. Not to mention their place, even the town where it was located, could not be found on the map of the Republic of China.

But at this moment, Guo Wenqi was reading a detailed description of his small village in the library.
He was very surprised. Why did a village that no one in his hometown knew about appeared in the documents of the Japanese library?
He flipped through the report and continued reading, and found that the article described in detail the high-quality anthracite coal mine on the hill in his village.
Guo Wenqi felt his scalp numb and was extremely shocked. This shows how deep-rooted Japan's pursuit of China is, how well-intentioned and far-reaching its plan is.
"Shocking." Zhang Yi could only say this. He believed that not only Guo Wenqi's hometown, but also other places in China had been infiltrated into a sieve.
He recalled an article written by a scholar after visiting Japan after Japan's defeat:
"Today China is a victorious country, but not strong. Japan was defeated, but when you look at its country, even though it is poor and dilapidated, you will always feel that it has energy."

This "gas" is a warning, and it is also a wake-up call, reminding the Chinese people that they should never take the Japanese's wolfish ambitions lightly.

Bearing in mind and facing history, on the one hand, we have a deeper understanding of the truth that weak countries without diplomacy and lagging behind will be beaten. On the other hand, we are reminded once again that we must always maintain strict precautions against the espionage and intelligence activities of certain overseas hostile forces. Don’t forget National humiliation, the alarm bells are ringing, and we must resolutely protect the peace and stability that our ancestors fought for through bloody battles.

So let alone war, even if there is no war, Japanese spies will not rest.
"Okay, Section Chief Guo, keep this photo of you with us for now.
In addition, we need you to write down the location of the grocery department for us."

Although Zhang Yi cannot yet conclude that the classmate Guo Wenqi mentioned must be a Japanese spy, now that he has clues, he must investigate.

Arranging the portrait artist to draw a portrait based on Guo Wenqi's description, Zhang Yi looked at the identity information of Guo Wenqi handed over by the monkey, which was consistent with his own description. He mused: "I will send two brothers to follow him secretly."

"Commander, do you suspect this person?"

'I doubt everyone'

Zhang Yi glanced at the monkey, wondering what kind of brain circuit you have, and glared at him:
"What if his classmate is really a spy? He must have received special training. If Guo Wenqi can find him, won't the other party find him?"

"In order to prevent his identity from being exposed, do you think he will attack Guo Wenqi? You are asked to arrange people just to protect him."

"Yes, I'll make arrangements right away." Monkey's heart was frightened. Who knows whether the spy will jump over the wall in a hurry.

Zhang Yi looked at the grocery store address left by Guo Wenqi, thought for a while, and said:
"Call a few people, dress up as Qing Gang members, and let's go here."

"Yes."

Honest grocery store.

The grocery store closed early because an uninvited guest came to the store, no, it was a group of uninvited guests.

Zhang Yi closed the door, looked at the landlady, the boss, and their five-year-old son in front of him, sat down with a smile, took out a few candies from his pocket and handed them to the child.

The child was young and active. When he saw the candy, he drooled unconsciously. Just as he was about to take the candy, he was scolded by the landlady in a low voice:
"Don't take other people's things."

The child was a little puzzled. He frowned and got into his father's arms, peeking at Zhang Yi and the candy in his hand.

It was obvious that the couple was very nervous and wary. The man lowered his eyebrows and glanced at Zhang Yi. Just as he was about to speak, he was glared at by the landlady. She straightened her back and said a little aggrievedly:
"Sir, our protection fees have just been paid to the Tiger Gang, you guys?"

Zhang Yi burst out laughing in surprise. Although they all wore black coats, black cloth shoes, and were dressed as members of the Qing Gang, they were not that fierce, right? They really looked like they were collecting protection money?
"The boss lady misunderstood, we are not here to collect protection money." Zhang Yi put the candy into the child's hand and tried to be kinder:
"Someone called you last night. Do you still remember it?"

The landlady was obviously relieved when she heard that she was not collecting protection money, but she was still wary. She frowned and said:

"There are so many people calling every day, how can I remember this?"

Zhang Yi said with a smile: "There is a public phone booth one kilometer away.
So the people who come to your place should be nearby residents or merchants. Maybe you know them. "

"This person is very important to me. He owes me a sum of money, so I hope you two will think about it carefully."

As he spoke, he took out a few bills from his pocket and put them on the table, saying:

"As the saying goes, it is easy to borrow money but difficult to repay it. It is also said that borrowing money while standing and collecting debts while kneeling. You are in business and you should understand the meaning of this, so please help me. If I find this person, I will benefit from both of you. "

The landlady glanced at the banknotes and became a little more enthusiastic:
"Oh, I understand. I was afraid of causing trouble before. Since you are not a bad person, I will say it."

"That person looks a little familiar, as if I've seen him somewhere."

"Really?" Zhang Yi took out the tracing portrait from his arms, "Look, is it this person?"

"It seems a bit similar, but I really can't remember where I saw it." As she said that, she glanced at the banknotes on the table again, her eyes flickering.

Zhang Yi sneered in his heart, this woman is a bit greedy.

He remembered a saying that there are two kinds of people in this world whose purity cannot be believed, one is the lady and the other is the businessman.

With a cold snort in his heart, Zhang Yi took out a few more large-denomination bills from his pocket, threw them on the table, and said:
"This is the lost wages. Since you have seen that person, please help us find him. We will be grateful when the time comes."

The boss and his wife looked surprised and rubbed their hands together excitedly:
"Sir, let's start looking now, street by street."

"Okay, call me if you find him." Zhang Yi wrote down a phone number.

After leaving the grocery department, Zhang Yi shook his head. If he hadn't been afraid of alerting others, he wouldn't have talked nonsense with them.
Jinling Xiaguan Railway Station.

Stalls covered by various cloth tents are everywhere. Wine shops, restaurants, casinos and brothels line the streets. Thieves, gangsters and black marketeers are everywhere. It looks prosperous.

A middle-aged man wearing a mask came out of an alley with a stooped back. He coughed several times every few steps. He seemed to be suffering from tuberculosis. The nearby pedestrians subconsciously ducked away in fear.

The middle-aged man coughed all the way to a newspaper stall and took out a crumpled banknote from his pocket:
"Bring me the evening paper."

The newspaper stall owner was a bald middle-aged man. Looking at his appearance, he sympathized:
"Brother Wang, are you here to see the missing person notice again? I've checked it for you. I guess no one is looking for you at all."

"Look, I feel better. I'm about to die. My only wish is to see my brother again before I die." The middle-aged man's words were a bit slurred, as if there was phlegm in his mouth.

The stall owner said: "Forget it, just look at it, I won't charge you any more, just keep your money for medical treatment." He handed over a newspaper.

"Then thank you, little brother."

The middle-aged man cupped his hands, took the newspaper, stared at the gap in the middle and read it again and again. Finally, he sighed in disappointment, returned the newspaper to the stall owner, and walked away in despair.
Looking at his lonely and desolate back, the stall owner sighed: "Poor man."

A customer next to me asked curiously:

"Who is this? He has tuberculosis. I'm afraid he is not far from death."

"You mean Brother Wang, poor man, was here a few years ago."

Naturally, the middle-aged man couldn't hear the discussion between the two. He coughed all the way and staggered into the alley and entered a low-lying courtyard.

After closing the door, his expression suddenly changed. He listened attentively to the door for a while. When he saw no movement, a trace of cunning and pride flashed in his eyes. His rickety back instantly straightened. He took off the mask from his face and removed it again. A copper coin came out of his mouth, revealing a pale and sinister face.

His code name is "Mantis" and he is one of the cleaners in the "Flying Team".

He quickly walked into the house, took out a pen and paper from the drawer, wrote an address on it, and then continued to arrange and combine them, write and draw, and soon a new address appeared.

"Yuanji Teahouse 403."

He knew that this was the summoning signal sent by "Viper", so he took a closer look, then crumpled the paper and swallowed it in his mouth.

Then he found a long gown from the box under the bed and put it on. He added a beard and eyebrows to himself, and made a carefully flattering smile in the mirror. Matching the cunning and cunning look in his eyes, the image of a cunning businessman appeared on the page. .

Every good spy is a makeup artist, or magician.

Makeup is an indispensable skill in the daily life of agents, whether it is investigation, tracking, surveillance, or breaking into certain places.

If an agent wants to apply makeup quickly in a short period of time, he needs to follow two principles. One is to change his original clothes and appearance and the obvious parts of his facial features. The other is to selectively use wigs, fake beards, eyebrows, etc. .
The middle-aged man was very satisfied with his makeup. He stood in front of the mirror and took a look. Then he took out a stack of banknotes from under the bed, sorted out a few and put them in his trouser pocket, and then hid the others in his inner pocket.

After doing all this, he turned over some movable bricks at the bottom of the bed and pulled out a black box. Inside were a Browning pistol, several grenades and several documents.

He took out the businessman's ID card from the ID card, hesitated for a moment, and then put the box back. Then he took out a special blade from under the bed and held it in his mouth. He carefully looked at the layout of the room, and then looked at The weather outside was so bright that I went out without hesitation.

After the joint signal was sent out, the same thing happened in different places in Jinling...

They are like a few gears on a machine. They usually stay apart and have basically no contact. But at this moment, under some kind of call, at this critical point, they bite together and run in the same direction.
What they don't know is that a huge net has been opened to them...

(End of this chapter)