My spy diary

Chapter 154: Soldiers never tire of deceit (please vote for me)

The door of 505 was opened again.

Several plainclothes men put on leg gloves and entered quietly.

"Come out." Zhang Yi greeted lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wu Wu Dingya crawled out from under the bed. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said:
"Captain, the target just came back and opened the safe again. He must have forgotten something just now."

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhang Yi nodded and said:
"let's start."

"Yes." Xiao Wu took a few long breaths, tried to adjust his heartbeat and breathing to the best state, and stepped forward with a stethoscope-like tool.

He calmed down, put on his gloves, put the tools on the safe, put on the "earpiece", and carefully turned the password scale while listening to the sound of the gears inside the safe turning.

The room was quiet, and it was best to avoid making any noise at this time.

He listened with his ears perked up for a few seconds, turned to the right three times, and stopped at the first password.

Listen, and then turn left twice, that is, based on the first password, turn left twice again.

At this time, Xiao Wu suddenly stopped, closed his eyes, and seemed to be thinking.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, carefully turned to the right, and pointed the scale at the third password.

There was just a "click" sound, and the gears inside the safe came together tightly. It was obvious that the password was correct.

Xiao Wu let out a sigh of relief, carefully wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeves, and then took out a pair of tweezers and a special ring needle from the bag at his feet.

He first took out a flashlight and carefully observed the lock cylinder, then inserted the tweezers and ring needle into the lock cylinder, pulled it out and heard a "click", then pulled the handle, and the safe finally opened.

Zhang Yi, who had been observing attentively for a long time, also let out a sigh of relief...

After praising Xiao Wu a few times, he asked someone to help him to the side to rest, while covering up the traces under the bed, and then looked intently at the safe.

The safe is divided into three layers. The lower layer is neatly stacked with yellow and orange small yellow croakers, the number of which seems to be at least 50. Next to it are two stacks of US dollars and three stacks of French currency.

There are seven or eight document bags placed vertically on the upper floor.

On the middle floor, there are several Brownings, shell guns and several grenades.

Zhang Yi glanced a few times, then stepped back and waved.

Three plainclothes men wearing gloves came forward, first took photos, and then carefully checked the seal of the document bag, the wire winding buckle, and the winding sequence of the coils.

Soon the plainclothesman spread out a white towel on the ground, then laid out the opened documents in order and took pictures one by one.

Zhang Yi took a few glances and found that these documents were military and economic information from Shaanxi, Shanxi, and Henan. There were also some photos of military garrisoning and training.

He thought to himself that it seemed that Zhao Youde had been spying on intelligence. According to Zheng San, this person had been arrested in Chang'an, so how did he get out?
It is unknown whether the guards were bribed or whether there were spies or Japanese or traitors secretly coordinating them.
"Zhao Youde." Zhang Yi muttered, and Sima Guang said in "Zi Zhi Tong Jian":

“A person with all talents and virtues is called a saint, a person with both talents and virtues is a fool, a person with perfect virtues is called a gentleman, and a person with talents and virtues is called a villain.”

To translate this in a vulgar and inaccurate way, having both moral integrity and talent is a genuine product; having virtue but not being a defective product; having no virtue but not being a waste product; having talent but not being moral is a dangerous product.

Zhao Youde, a traitor who forgets his ancestors, betrays his country for glory, and colludes with others, is undoubtedly the latter. Such a person should be punished clearly and be killed as a warning to others...

Ten minutes later, the process of fixing the documents was completed, the safe, wardrobe, and room were restored to their original state, and everyone slowly evacuated.

"boom"

The door to room 505 was closed, and the room was quiet, as if no one had ever been there.
As soon as I came out of the apartment building, I saw a plainclothes man pretending to be a rickshaw driver running over, breathing heavily.

"Commander, the target has entered a private room of a teahouse. Our people are watching in the lobby, afraid to scare off the enemy and don't dare to get close."

"The guests in the box should have arrived first, I don't know who they are yet."

Zhang Yi thought for a moment. The pretty boy and the lady in room 506 were still under control. Once she didn't go home or disappeared for a long time, some "Dean Wu" would definitely send someone to look for her.

The affair between these two people obviously did not last for a day or two. Since it happened, there are traces to follow. Maybe they will find this place soon, which will inevitably arouse Zhao Youde's suspicion. You can't kill and silence them.

He thought for a moment, made a decision immediately, and asked:
"Is there a public phone at the teahouse?"

The plainclothes man said: "There is a public telephone 200 meters away from the teahouse. Our people are guarding it nearby."

"Okay, inform them, try to figure out the person who is in contact with Zhao Youde, and start tracking and monitoring the new target."

After a pause, Zhang Yi sneered and said, "As for Zhao Youde, arrest him secretly immediately."

"Yes."

Zhao Youde got off a rickshaw and watched the surroundings vigilantly. He walked a certain distance and was about to wave to change vehicles when suddenly a black car drove over quickly.

The car suddenly braked and stopped in front of him.

Zhao Youde was stunned, and glanced at the car with a frown. Before he could react, the front and rear doors opened, and three expressionless plainclothes men jumped out of the car.

Three people, two in front and one behind, surrounded him in the middle.

Just as he was about to make a move, he felt a gun being pressed against his back.

"Mr. Zhao, I'm offended."

The person in front spoke poor Henan dialect. Zhao Youde was wary and stared at the two of them doubtfully, "You"

Before he could say anything, he suddenly felt a heavy blow on his neck and lost consciousness instantly.

Two plainclothes men in front of him supported him, took out a black coarse cloth hood from his trouser pocket, covered him, and dragged him directly to the car.

The door is closed and the car drives away
On the road, scattered pedestrians watched this scene in astonishment, especially the rickshaw driver. At this moment, he was still on tiptoes looking for the guests whose sight was blocked by the car. But when the car drove away, there was no trace of the guests anywhere. He He had no choice but to sigh in frustration, pull the car and continue running.

The car got on the road, turned left and right, and soon entered an alley and stopped.

The driver got down from the cab, looked around carefully, then opened the trunk, took out the prepared license plate, quickly put it on the car, and then drove off again.
When he woke up again, Zhao Youde felt that someone was pinching him. He was still wearing a cloth cover on his head and everything was dark.

Except for the soft footsteps, the surroundings were so quiet that it was impossible to tell where he was.

He slowly moved his body and realized that he was sitting on a chair with his hands cuffed behind his back.

When human vision is affected, hearing often becomes particularly acute.

In the quiet room, even the sound of footsteps could not be heard at this moment. Zhao Youde pricked up his ears and listened to all the movements around him with bated breath.

Suddenly there was intermittent conversation at the door.

"Is there anything unusual in the Kaifeng Secret Service?"

"No."

"."

"Extremely High Courses"

His voice was hazy and intermittent, but the words "Kaifeng Secret Service" and "Extra-High School" still made his heart feel like it was being burned, and he couldn't help but beat loudly.

He quickly judged who kidnapped him, but at this moment, his brain seemed to be smeared with paste, and he had no clue at all...

Suddenly, I heard someone at the door say again:

"Thank you very much."

This sincere Japanese sentence floated into Zhao Youde's ears, and his eyes suddenly widened.

As a traitor, Zhao Youde can also speak a few simple Japanese sentences. Sometimes when talking to Japanese people, he will say them deliberately. Looking at the Japanese people's admiring expressions, he is secretly proud.

Are those who kidnapped him Japanese? That’s why they talk about the Kaifeng Secret Service and the Special High School Course. Are they from the Special High School Course?
"Taijun, you kidnapped the wrong person. Although I am not from a special high school, I also serve for the North China Expeditionary Force. I was chatting and laughing with Shiga-kun just now."
'No, only the two of them know the time and place where I met Shiga. How did the people in the Special Higher Education Course know? '

Zhao Youde tried hard to recall the scenes that happened today. First, he crashed his car and was blackmailed, then there was a person who handed out business cards sneakily, and then
Scenes of scenes flashed through my chaotic mind and were quickly dismissed.
Could it be that Shiga-kun deliberately disclosed the joint information to the special high school class, but why?

Could it be that the special high school course is to test his loyalty?
Taijun, my loyalty to the Empire of Japan is evident from day to day. You have arrested the wrong person!
Zhao Youde roared in his heart and struggled with his body
Suddenly, someone stepped forward and roughly pulled off his hood and the towel stuffed in his mouth, and then "pop" a bright light hit his face.

Zhao Youde subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands. After a few seconds, when there was no movement, he moved his hands and looked quietly. His frightened eyes looked around randomly, trying hard to observe the surrounding environment.

This was a room. The heavy curtains were tightly drawn, and the room was empty. At this moment, he was sitting on a chair in the middle.

He couldn't tell where this was or how much time had passed.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the place where the strong light was shining. There was a table and two chairs.

Set up like an interrogation room.

There seemed to be two people sitting on the chairs, one was smoking and the other seemed to be a note taker.

The dazzling light made it impossible for him to see the faces of the two people opposite him.

At this moment, I suddenly heard someone say:
"Mr. Zhao, I can't believe that you are actually from the Fruit Party."

The two words "fruit party" exploded in his heart like thunder. Zhao Youde was speechless and subconsciously explained:

"Taijun misunderstood. I used to be a policeman of the Kuomintang, but I have defected to the Empire of Japan a long time ago. Shiga-kun can vouch for this. He knows everything about me. I want to see Shiga-kun."

As he spoke, his stiff cheeks trembled, "Who are you guys?"

"In order to catch you, we went all the way from Tianjin to Chang'an and then to Kaifeng...

Some people say that after you were arrested in Chang'an, you betrayed the interests of the empire and were instigated by the Chinese secret service. You came back this time to help them kill all the empire's agents.
Do you know that people from the Jinling Secret Service have arrived in Kaifeng, and agents from the Kaifeng Station have also taken action? "

Zhao Youde was shocked when he heard these words, and he quickly defended:

"I misunderstood. When I was arrested in Chang'an, I was just arrested by the police station. I didn't confess anything. Shiga-kun bailed me out for three gold bars."

"Really? Then why did the agents from the Jinling Secret Service come to Kaifeng?
Why were the imperial agents lurking in Jinling arrested?

All this shows that there is a traitor among us, and that traitor is you, right?
As the Chinese saying goes, your heart is in Cao’s camp and your body is in Han, right? "

The man opposite spoke faster and faster, his tone became more and more serious, and he asked one question after another.

Zhao Youde was almost breathless from his series of questions...

At this moment, he had no intention of correcting the other party's mistake in saying "My heart is with Cao Ying and my heart is with Han"...

His breathing was getting faster and faster, and he felt like he was suffocating. Once the Japanese defined him as a traitor, his fate could be imagined.

Not to mention his wife in the suburbs, even his parents in the country will probably not be able to escape the disaster. The Japanese are polite, but when they turn their backs on others, they are as polite as they are usually and as cruel as they get into trouble.

"Did you have a car accident in the suburbs today? Who was the other party in the car accident?

Are you an agent of the Jinling Secret Service?
You deliberately faked the car accident, but you were actually passing on information through joint contacts, right?

Also, why were there people with strange identities in the teahouse you just met? Are they Chinese agents?

You brought them here on purpose, right? "

The man's words blasted in Zhao Youde's ears like a drum. His eyes widened, his whole body trembled, and he was trembling and speechless.

"From the day you surrendered to the empire, your every move has been under our surveillance. Do you really think we will trust the loyalty of a Chinese? Don't think that we don't know anything unless you tell us."

"I am truly loyal to the Japanese Empire! I am not a traitor. I want to see Shiga-kun, no, I want to see Oda-kun who is behind him."

Zhao Youde suddenly roared, dragging the chair under his butt and struggling wildly, he was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

"There is a saying on the intelligence front that killing by mistake is sometimes another kind of insurance...

Mr. Zhao, Zhao Sang, since you cannot prove your innocence, for the safety of the imperial agents, we can only take action."

The man waved his hand as he spoke, and a plainclothes man came over and kicked the struggling Zhao Youde to the ground, then dragged him up like a dead dog while he was kneeling on the ground in a panic. Two plainclothes men next to him brought a bucket filled with ice water. .

The man who spoke came over, grabbed his hair from behind, and asked sternly:
"I'm asking you again, tell me your code name, the location of the meeting, and what information did you pass on to them?"

Zhao Youde had a hard time talking about things he had never done before. He was loyal to the Japanese. Although it was for money at the beginning, it was also in exchange for information. He went through life and death, but in the end he was suspected for no reason.
If I hadn't been on the Japanese pirate ship now, would I have been able to do anything?
His mind was running wildly, and he gritted his teeth and roared:

"I want to see Oda Tai-kun"

"Torture."

The next second, he was pushed directly into the cold bucket by plain clothes.

"crash"

The biting ice water choked his mouth, making it impossible for him to breathe.

After all, Zhao Youde had been a policeman and had seen the interrogation of prisoners. He knew that as long as this kind of punishment lasted a little longer, he would either be choked with blood and water from his nostrils and lungs, or he would be suffocated.

Feeling the swelling pain in his chest and abdomen and the suffocation coming from his brain, at this moment he finally realized what it means to pass an hour like a sun, no, it is to pass a second like a sun.

He struggled desperately, but to no avail. Finally, when he felt like he was about to suffocate, he was pulled out.

"Are you really not an undercover agent of the Secret Service who broke into the empire?"

Zhao Youde's chest rose and fell violently, and he gasped for air. Before he could answer, he was pushed down into the water again.

The feeling of suffocation came again. At this moment, Zhao Youde felt like a lonely ghost, floating on the endless sea, and his soul would be extinguished in the next moment.

He didn't know how long it took, but he felt like needles were pricking his brain and chest. It was painful and swollen, and it seemed like it was about to explode at the next moment. He was pulled up again.

The plainclothes man who held him down dragged him to the chair again. At this moment, Zhao Youde had no strength to struggle, and he no longer had the strength to even speak.

"Papa!" A few sparse applause sounded. Zhao Youde looked up in surprise and difficulty, and saw the plainclothes in the darkness and beside him applauding one after another.

"Zhao Sang, congratulations. You passed the test. You are indeed a warrior favored by the empire. I will report your loyalty to North China and it won't take long before you can go to the empire to further your studies."

Zhao Youde was frightened and frightened. To his surprise, he passed the loyalty test and finally no longer had to suffer. He could still survive, but he wanted to go to Japan.
Although he is a traitor, although he does not admit it, the traitors who defect to the Japanese these days are called "gilded" in Japan...

Those who came back from Japan did not hold a high and powerful position, but if they really went to Japan, they would no longer "fall into the water", but would become a veritable traitor, and even jumping into the Yellow River would not be able to cleanse themselves.

Zhao Youde was speechless, but did not dare to protest, so he heard the man in the darkness say again:
"Since you are not a traitor, then who leaked our information? Is it Shiga?"

A suspicious voice fell in Zhao Youde's ears. With the idea that a dead Taoist friend would not die a poor Taoist, he cleared his hoarse throat. Just as he was about to pretend to defend "Shiga" a few words, he heard the man say again:

"Tell me about your contact with Shiga today.
No, let’s start with your return from Chang’an. We need to be more detailed. No detail can be missed.
What information did you pass on? Who else knows this information? What was Shiga's expression at the time and whether there was anything unusual about him? Tell them all. We will confront him in a moment. "

The man waved his hand as he spoke. A plainclothes man put a wire recorder on the table and pressed the button. The machine immediately made a rustling sound.

Zhao Youde knew that the recording had begun, and what he said would probably become "evidence in court" when confronting Shiga. He frowned and thought for a moment, and carefully organized his words to describe it.

"I came back in July, yes, July 16, and then"

As Zhao Youde's hoarse voice sounded, the room fell silent again. Apart from the machine, there was only the sound of the recorder writing.

Zhao Youde talked about it for more than two hours. He racked his brains and his mouth went dry.
Of course he spoke in great detail, including where they met each time, what information was conveyed, how much money Shiga gave him, what tasks he was given, and what was Shiga's expression and tone at the time.
"Papa" there was another burst of applause, but this time it was much more enthusiastic than before.

Listening to the warm applause of the Japanese, Zhao Youde also felt a little proud, which was undoubtedly an affirmation of his own narrative.

He licked his dry lips and said carefully:
"Taijun, can you let me drink some hot water? And when can I leave?"

"What's the hurry?" The man who spoke laughed and stood up, stretched out, and said to the plainclothes:
"Go and open the curtains."

"Wow!" The curtains opened, and the lazy sunlight shone in. Zhao Youde squinted his eyes and glanced in the direction of the interrogation table. His face was filled with disbelief, his eyes widened, and his whole body seemed to be frozen.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked again, and saw the man frowning and tearing off the fake beard from his mouth, looking at him with a half-smile.

Isn't this the son-in-law who calls himself a little bastard with a Shanghainese accent?

It's over, it's over, these people must be from the Secret Service.

Zhao Youde, Zhao Youde, what the hell did you do...

With a "bang", Zhao Youde fell directly to the ground and passed out.
……

(End of this chapter)