My spy diary

Chapter 162 Multiple identities (please vote for me)

“You will regret the lack of books when you have used them, but you won’t have enough money at the end of the month!”

Zhang Yi took off the headphones and sighed. With his shallow Japanese, he really couldn't understand what the vulture and Oda Nanaho said.

It seems that I have to make up my mind to learn Japanese well.

"Immediately start tracking and monitoring this vulture to find out his identity."

"Find another person who can speak Japanese. Remember to verify this person's identity first. The remuneration can be higher... Find a reason to restrict this person's freedom first, and then release him after the case is over."

"Yes." The monkey responded solemnly and asked again:

"Where is this beggar?"

"Observation is the main thing first, don't jump on the grass and scare the snake."

He picked up the telescope and saw the beggar still lazily leaning against the wall. His skin was dark, his face was thin and haggard, his hair was as messy as weeds, his clothes were in tatters, he was wearing a pair of broken shoes, and he had a pair of empty eyes. It shows the despair and helplessness of life, which makes people feel pity.

But who would have thought that he would be a Japanese spy.

Coming out of Oda Nanabu's residence, the middle-aged man once again regained his elegant and polite appearance. He walked through the alley and onto the avenue. He caught a glimpse of a grocery store selling tobacco and walked slowly over.

He did not enter the store, but stood at the open window, chatting with the store owner, and observing the passers-by behind him through the reflection of the glass.

At this time, a rickshaw came out of the alley, with a man dressed as a businessman sitting in it. The vehicle ran all the way and then stopped at the intersection in front.

The middle-aged man's heart tightened. With just one glance, the voices and looks of the coachman and the businessman had been captured in his eyes. Although these two people were unfamiliar faces, they still made him feel...

He found that he had made a mistake. Although his identity was seamless, it was impossible for the other party to track him here...

But what if Oda Nobuhide couldn't withstand the torture of the Secret Service and forced his sister to confess?

So is my contact now under surveillance by the Secret Service?
Although the beggar gave him all the signs of safety, he still did not dare to be careless.

However, he was not anxious. He paid, opened the cigarette and lit one. Taking advantage of the opportunity to light the cigarette, he carefully observed the surroundings. He gave up the plan of taking a rickshaw and walked instead.

The middle-aged man discarded the cigarette butt and walked slowly. When he was approaching the rickshaw and the businessman, his right hand slowly reached to the front of his clothes. However, before he could pull out the gun, he saw the rickshaw suddenly start running again, heading to the right. Turn around and enter an alley.

The man stared at the back of the rickshaw for a few times, then looked at his watch and walked to the left.

Not walking far, he arrived at a bus stop on the side of the road. There were many people waiting for the bus, looking straight in the direction of the bus.

In this era, there were private buses and public buses under the Public Works Bureau.

The car is a modified second-hand car imported from New York, USA at a cost of 4600 oceans. It has 30 horsepower and can carry 12 passengers.

The carriage is a square wooden box, like a locomotive. The seats are small and narrow, and they are made of wooden boards. When the car is moving, the car tilts and the passengers' buttocks hurt. The young people can still bear it, but the old and infirm are basically Unbearable pain.

Moreover, ticket sales follow the railway model, with station buildings set up along the line. The cars can seat 12 people, but they usually seat thirty or forty people or more. Therefore, in the summer, the smell of sweat in the car is unpleasant and nauseating when the weather is hot.

The bus fare is Ocean 5 cents (five copper dollars) per station, and Ocean 4 cents for the entire line.

However, because the emergence of buses seriously affected the livelihood of rickshaws and horse-drawn carriages, the rickshaw and horse-drawn carriage shops openly went on strike to oppose it, and even tried every means to prevent the passage of cars. The two sides went back and forth with each other in tense situations, and armed conflicts often occurred. .

Finally, with the intervention of the Bus Office of the Public Works Bureau, all parties negotiated a compromise and stipulated that the buses could only drive on the routes specified in the urban area. Once they strayed outside the routes, the vehicles would be impounded immediately.
The middle-aged man entered the station and bought a ticket. He was looking anxiously at the moment, raising his hand to look at his watch from time to time.

After a few minutes, the car finally came swaying.

The middle-aged man squeezed his way to the front and got on the bus, sat at the front near the door, then took out a newspaper and read it.

Soon all the passengers got on the bus, the doors closed, and the car began to move forward slowly. At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly put away the newspaper and asked the driver:
"Master, is this car going to the police station?"

"No, you got on the wrong bus."

"Oh, Master, please stop the car quickly."

The middle-aged man looked anxious and bowed apologetically. The driver rolled his eyes and stopped the car.

The car just stopped and before the door could be fully opened, the middle-aged man had already jumped out of the car.

He walked quickly for a distance and watched the car getting further and further away. He looked sideways and left and right. There was no one around. He sneered. The anxiety on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by a look of pride.

Even if someone was following him, he was still driving away in a car at this moment.

The middle-aged man calmed down his emotions and left the platform in the opposite direction. After walking a certain distance, he stopped a rickshaw and changed to another car midway, and so on again and again.

Finally, he got on and off the road, walked through it, and entered an old apartment building.

Watching the middle-aged man's back disappear, Zhang Yi's figure appeared on the street. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and secretly cursed this guy for being cunning, even he was almost thrown away.

Looking at the old and messy apartments and the low-rise residential areas, Zhang Yi sighed and asked the household registration police to check the information of the apartment residents while continuing to squat down.

The middle-aged man entered the three-story apartment building and climbed up the stairs. From time to time he met acquaintances who were returning home from shopping.

"Mr. Wang, are you going home for dinner?"

"Yes, hello Mrs. Zhang."

The man smiled and greeted, went up to the third floor, and stopped at the door of room 302.

Looking around and seeing no one there, he looked at the door a few times, picked up a matchstick from the crack in the door, and then opened the door.

He closed the door, held his breath and listened at the door for a while. Seeing that there was no movement, he looked around the room a few times, and then quickly walked to the window.

The curtains were open, with only a thin layer of gauze to shield mosquitoes. He carefully observed the movement downstairs through the gauze for a while, then he took a long breath and relaxed.

He put down his briefcase, took out his documents and pistol and put them in the drawer, took off his gray gown, and then poured a basin of hot water. His face gradually became weird due to the fumigation of the hot air.

The originally smooth skin began to crack and wrinkle.

The man first tore off the fake eyebrows, and then carefully tore them off from the chin. A thin human skin mask suddenly fell off, revealing a relatively young and pale face.

He wiped the mirror that was hazy by the heat with his hand and showed a proud smile.

After looking at the mirror for a moment, the man hid the human skin mask, cleaned up the traces in the house, came to the door again and listened for a while, then carefully opened and closed the door, and quickly walked to the opposite door 312. .

He opened the door, carefully checked the room, found a new suit from the closet and put it on, straightened his hair, put on a new pair of leather shoes, took a new ID and a stack of change from the drawer, and then Go out again.

After going downstairs, he walked straight into a fried noodle restaurant.

The boy seemed to be particularly familiar with him and greeted him warmly:

"Mr. Chen, the same thing?" "Yes, the same thing, three ounces of noodles."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Watching the middle-aged man enter the restaurant, Zhang Yi stood up at the roadside stall selling melon seeds.

He frowned. The man's back gave him a feeling of déjà vu, but his appearance was completely different, and the man's height and walking style were completely different.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yi also walked into the noodle shop.

"Do you have trouser noodles?" Zhang Yi spoke in Shaanxi dialect.

"There are no trouser noodles, only braised noodles." The waiter greeted.

"Okay, come on, hurry up and give me some more garlic." Zhang Yi found a seat and sat down, peeling garlic in a muffled voice without even looking at the other people in the restaurant.

Soon, the steaming hot braised noodles arrived...

Zhang Yi picked up his chopsticks and ate. The freshly baked noodles were a bit hot to his mouth, but he didn't care at all. He took one mouthful of noodles and one mouthful of garlic. He didn't feel satisfied after eating, so he rolled up his sleeves and squatted on the bench. He was eating so enthusiastically that his face was wet. A blush appeared.

A businessman-looking customer laughed and said:

"Brother, I have also traveled all over the country and gained some knowledge. They say that the south is thin and the north is thick, and the east is light and the west is salty. You are really an expert in eating noodles. You are a real old Shaanxi. The taste of noodles is different from those who are new to it."

Zhang Yi slurped up his food without raising his head and muttered:
"There's no oily spicy noodles, no trouser noodles, so just make do with it. If you want to eat authentic noodles, you still have to look at Emen Lao Shaan."

"The trouser belt noodles are really good. There is a noodle shop in the east called Zhewan. Although it is opened by us people from Henan, the craftsmanship is good. You can go and try it."

"The relationship is good, let's try it another day."

As Zhang Yi spoke, he felt a gaze turn away from him, but he didn't seem to notice it. When he put down the bowl and chopsticks and looked up, he saw that the middle-aged man had already paid and left.

Watching the man get into a rickshaw and drive away, Zhang Yi did not choose to follow him again, but walked in the opposite direction...

He quickly passed through an alley. As he walked, he looked around with his peripheral vision. He didn't notice anything unusual, then he crossed the road and got into a car on the street.

"Chief, this is all the resident information of the apartment building...

According to the screening, the man who appeared before was named Wang Haoyi. He rented here three years ago. The household registration information showed that he was a writer and novelist. His hometown was Shaanxi. He was single and rarely went out. "

Zhang Yi looked at this person's information for a few times, then flipped through other information and found another one.

"Chen Erdong, male, 29 years old, from Shandong, graduated from the Chinese Department of Peking Normal University and was a teacher at Kaifeng Normal University. He was later fired... Chief Editor of "Huamei Morning News"."

Two completely different pieces of identity information.

"Chief, what is this?"

The monkey asked in confusion, isn't it Cha Wang Haoyi? Why is the unit chief suddenly interested in this guy named Chen Erdong?

Zhang Yi did not explain. If his guess is correct, then this "vulture" is a person with two, no, three identities.

Not to mention agents, just ordinary people. Whose life is not a mask life, who is not living wearing a mask...

Some people say that a person's expression is just an ingenious mask...

We have been wearing an omnipotent mask for decades without realizing it. Finally, one day we are tired and want to take it off, only to find that it has completely taken over you. Without it, your life will stop.

But this "vulture" wears several masks and plays different roles and identities. Could it be that he has multiple personalities?
I just don’t know what kind of ferocious and terrifying face he hides under his disguised blur...

"Go and buy a copy of China Morning Post."

Zhang Yi thought, he became more and more curious about this vulture.

The newspaper was quickly bought.

“Chief, this is a niche newspaper with a small circulation.

To be honest, thanks to us, we caught so many Japanese spies and traitors and inspired everyone's patriotic enthusiasm. This newspaper, which has always called for resistance to Japan, is now in short supply. "

"is it?"

Zhang Yi took the newspaper in surprise. Was there something wrong with his suspicion?
Wang Haoyi and Chen Erdong only have a slight resemblance in back. Are they really not pretending to be the same person?
"I heard from the newsstand owner that the editor-in-chief and editor of this newspaper were arrested and detained by the police for a period of time due to protests by the Japanese Consulate, and the newspaper was also suspended.
But after they were released from prison, they still went their own way and insisted on publishing anti-Japanese calls in newspapers, and their voices became louder and louder."

Zhang Yi was noncommittal. He quickly browsed the newspaper and found that it was exactly what the monkey said. The newspaper had sharp words. The entire article denounced the Japanese's ambition and hypocrisy, and called on everyone to unite.
Soldiers are crafty.

Zhang Yi thought, he believed in his suspicions and could not give up his suspicions about a person just because of a newspaper.

Furthermore, if you want to understand a person, you can't just listen to what he says, but also look at what he does.

Can’t the Japanese spend money to run an anti-Japanese newspaper?
It sounds like an incredible joke, as if you are paying for abuse, but the Japanese are not fools. On the treacherous intelligence front, anything can happen.

Who knows what conspiracy they have using extraordinary means and under the guise of resisting Japan.

This is just like the Intelligence Section of the Secret Service asking people to publish progressive articles in newspapers to attract the attention of the underground party. On the surface, it is anti-Japanese, but maybe it is secretly conducting espionage and counter-espionage work.

By publishing anti-Japanese articles, you can attract the attention and recognition of "like-minded" people, and you may also be able to take the opportunity to break into their midst, collect intelligence, register these people, and then kill them secretly...

It's entirely possible.

At this time, Qian Xiaosan came over with the recorded and translated documents.

"Kestrel? The new chief of the police department has taken office? Is this to instigate rebellion?"

Zhang Yi looked at the documents, pondered for a moment, and said:
"Kestrel is going to the reception, and we are going too...

Isn't she going to meet with the vulture's contact person tonight? Then arrest them all together. "

"Commander, will this alert the enemy?"

"What I want is to alert the snake and pay close attention to the vulture's every move...

Kestrel and him were not on the same line, but now they suddenly have a connection. Once Kestrel and his contact person are arrested, Vulture will definitely deal with the consequences..."

"We just want to make him move, make him anxious and angry, and then he may be impulsive and make many childish mistakes or flaws. Then we can follow the clues and catch them all!"

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(End of this chapter)