My spy diary

Chapter 191 Awakening (asking for monthly ticket)

After Mizutani Hiromi was controlled, he was immediately taken to the next room for interrogation.

Zhang Yize sat in front of the radio, put on headphones, and waited for a call back from the Japanese Special High Section in Shanghai.

After a while, there was a sound from the radio station. It was obvious that the other side was calling, and this side needed to respond before they could continue sending messages.

But everyone's method of sending messages is different, just like everyone speaks with a different accent or writes in a different handwriting.

The fingering method for sending a message is generally divided into standing and kneeling, that is, the middle finger is bent and upright.

But no matter what method is used, the tone of the telegram sent by each person by pressing the button is different. After a long time, it will be like you can tell who the other party is when you answer the phone.

Zhang Yi thought, "Bring Mizutani Hiromi here."

The one who was dragged over was already covered in blood and dying. Dark red blood was flowing from his mouth. He smiled grimly and said:

"The Chinese, please stop wasting your time."

When he spoke, it was in a strange, hoarse voice, as if his vocal cords were damaged.

"You don't have to worry about that." Zhang Yi sneered, picked up the manuscript that Mizutani Hiromi had just sent, and said:

"It's just to confirm that it's online, so it shouldn't be that strict, right?"

It's like when someone calls you, it's just a casual "hmm" which most people can't tell, and then he hurriedly presses the button to answer.

Morse code was invented by American Morse in 1840. It uses dots (.) and strokes (-) to express numbers through the sounds of ticks and clicks. Through dots, strokes and pauses in between, each character and punctuation mark can be sent independently of each other.

"tick"

Zhang Yi replied with a number 1, and the message was sent over soon.

He quickly picked up a pen and paper and recorded the signal he received into code.

Mizutani Hiromi was so angry that his teeth were itching but there was nothing he could do because replying with a tick was a common practice among radio operators.

He could only see Zhang Yi take out the code book that originally belonged to him and start translating the message after he finished copying.

Secret No. 20007

Out: Shanghai Special High Section Intelligence Room
は収めます：Gray Wolf
Telegram content: Continue to lurk and wait for new call.

Zhang Yi raised the telegram, looked at Mizutani Hiromi and said:

"After working so hard for a long time, I finally got some results. Your superior asked you to contact the new undercover team. The one I just sent is the meeting place, time and codeword."

Mizutani Hiromi's eyes flickered as he looked at him without saying anything.

Zhang Yi added: "Mr. Mizutani, what do you think would happen if I sent a thank you letter to the other side in my own way? I would praise Mr. Mizutani for providing us with the code book."

“Mizutani-kun should be quite old, right?

You should be a veteran agent. Being old has its advantages, but of course it also has its disadvantages. Considering your age, you should be married, right?
In our line of work, wives and children are considered a burden. If the Special High Police think you have betrayed them, how do you think they will treat your wife and children in China?"

Hearing what Zhang Yi said, Shui Gu's expression became more and more ugly. He stared at Zhang Yi with gritted teeth, his eyes full of worry and anger.

After returning to the Intelligence Department, Zhang Yi received a call from the detention center saying that Kobayashi Shinichi had important intelligence to report.

Kobayashi Shinichi and Lin Youcai were Japanese traitors who sneaked into the detention center as "undercover" and were detained together with Lin Wenfu (Nakano Teruo) and others.

Zhang Yi knew that the "torture tactic" had made progress, so he immediately rushed to the detention center and interrogated Kobayashi Shinichi.

Since he is “one of our own”, the place for interrogation is not the interrogation room, but the office.

As an undercover agent who infiltrated the Japanese spies, Kobayashi Shinichi would be "interrogated" every few days. It was called interrogation, but in fact it was to improve the food.

But drinking and smoking are not allowed because others can smell it and it is easy to be exposed.

At this moment, Kobayashi Shinichi was squatting in front of the table next to the sofa, wolfing down a piece of sushi. It was obviously made by the chef of the detention center, but he tasted like it tasted like his hometown.

While eating, he reported some information that had been inadvertently leaked during conversations between Nakano Teruo and several others in the cell, or some information he had observed.

At this moment, Kobayashi Shinichi sucked his fingers and said with an unsatisfied look:

"Zhang Yijun, thank you for your hospitality. This is what happened."

"Nakano Teruo mentioned an address book during today's chat."

"Address book?"

"Yes, according to Nakano, although his code name is Lion, their Bronze Warrior organization is divided into team leaders and deputy team leaders. The team leader is codenamed Golden Lion. It is said that he has an address book or a roster in his hand. I guess it is a list of lurkers."

"From my observation, Nakano is very wary of this so-called Golden Lion. I guess the sleeper agents on this list have not been activated yet."

"A list of lurkers?" Zhang Yi raised his eyebrows and asked:
"Where is this golden lion now?"

"I don't know about that, but Nakano said he has a copy of the film taken back then."

Zhang Yi's eyes lit up: "Where is the film hidden?"

"I don't know. Nakano avoided talking about this issue."

Seeing Zhang Yi frowning, Xiaolin Xinyi said quickly:
"Zhang Yijun, do you want me to testify and expose the truth when you interrogate him?"

Zhang Yi thought for a moment and said, "Not for now, you continue to hide."

As he said this, he picked up the phone and called in two plainclothes officers, and said to Kobayashi Shinichi:

"Xiaolin-kun, I'm going to trouble you again."

Kobayashi Nobuyuki nodded. In order to make the fake play real, he had to go back with some injuries every time he was interrogated, so that he could gain the trust of others.

Of course, the plainclothes officers who carried out the punishment basically treated people differently. Although the whip was swung down heavily, they deliberately avoided the parts of the human body that were most likely to feel pain. Although the skin was torn and flesh was exposed, it was actually still within the range that the body could endure.

Half an hour later, the "bloodstained and dying" Kobayashi Shinichi was thrown into the dirty and simple cell again by plainclothes police, and several "cellmates" immediately came forward to take care of him.

Oda and Xiaoshan sighed silently. They didn't know how long this dark life would last and they were full of despair about the future.

However, Nakano Teruo sneered and said in a low voice:

"Gentlemen, I heard the guards chatting yesterday that the Empire has already taken action in Shanghai and will soon be able to march to the gates of Nanjing.

Then we can march out with open arms and kill all these damned Chinese people, and avenge our previous humiliation."

"Mr. Nakano, is the news true?" the two asked hurriedly.

Seeing Nakano nod affirmatively, the two of them became excited.

At this time, two ferocious plainclothes officers came up and shouted, "Nakano Teruo, bring him in for questioning."

Oda and Xiaoshan looked at him worriedly, but saw Nakano Yuki walking out with a ferocious and disdainful look on his face.

The interrogation room was filled with the howling of ghosts and wolves, but Zhang Yi and his men were in the next room checking the things they had collected from Nakano Teruo's clinic and home.

The bed, cabinets, tables and chairs, bedding, books, large checks of unknown origin, documents, guns, etc. were all checked again. Soon, the plainclothes officer found a partition in the table drawer. After prying it open, he found a metal box with a small combination lock on it.

The plainclothes officer used a circular pin to open it and found a key inside with the number 137 engraved on it.

"Chief, this should be the key to the bank safe." said a plainclothes officer.

"Which bank?"

"This subordinate doesn't know."

"If you don't know, go ask." Zhang Yi waved his hand, gave the order, and turned to the interrogation room next door.

Nakano Teruo had just been subjected to electric shock and was tortured beyond recognition. He was in a semi-comatose state, and the plainclothes policeman was still whipping him with an iron whip. He let out intermittent screams.

Zhang Yi waved his hand to let the plainclothes officer retreat, walked up to him step by step, got close to his bloodstained face, and said contemptuously:

"Nakano-kun, do you know that you have made a huge mistake!"

Nakano Teruo opened his heavy eyelids and smiled contemptuously:
"Chinese, stop playing tricks. I won't say anything. Every bronze warrior is made of steel. Only the great emperor can make us surrender."

"Really? There's a saying in China that no matter how good your martial arts skills are, you're still afraid of a kitchen knife, and no matter how hard your bones are, they can still be knocked down by a gun.

If you don't tell me today which bank the key hidden in your drawer belongs to, I guarantee you won't see the sun tomorrow."

Nakano Teruo was shocked.

A trace of worry flashed across his eyes. He was silent for a while, then suddenly sneered and raised his head contemptuously:
"I understand now. It turns out that the so-called Kobayashi Shinichi is an undercover agent sent by you. This shameful traitor
But even if you get the film, what can you do? Without the key, you will never know its contents, hahahahaha."

He laughed hysterically, like a madman.

Zhang Yi looked calm, but he couldn't help feeling worried. Without the secret key, it would be useless even if he got the address book. By the time he cracked the password, perhaps the new force lurking in Jinling would have already begun to act.

But how do you know it won’t work if you don’t try?
Zhang Yi pulled out his pistol, loaded the bullet, and pointed it at Nakano Teruo:
"You only have one chance, cooperate or die?"

Zhongye looked at Zhang Yi provocatively and shouted:

"Emperor."

"boom"

Zhang Yi pulled the trigger and his voice stopped abruptly.

Zhang Yi glanced at him coldly and walked out of the interrogation room.

At this time, a plainclothes officer stepped forward and said:
"Section Chief, according to the information provided by Section Chief Deng of the Party and Government Section, that key should be the key to the safe at Rizheng Bank."

The so-called Section Chief Deng is Deng Guangbao, a famous Japanese economist.

At the same time, he served as the deputy director of the Economic Research Office of the Secret Service Bureau and was deeply trusted by Boss Dai. In the name of the Secret Service Bureau headquarters, he directly commanded the local economic inspection teams led by the Anti-Smuggling Bureau, Freight Management Bureau, and the Economic Inspection Group of the National General Mobilization Conference jointly established by the Secret Service Bureau and the Ministry of Finance. His power was so great that it attracted attention.

There should be no problem with the information provided by this person, but since the outbreak of the Battle of Shanghai, the Rizheng Bank has long been closed, and it is extremely difficult to search it.

This is not as simple as blowing up a bank with explosives. War is war, politics is politics, and bigwigs must always maintain their dignity.

Chang was fighting and talking at the same time. If you, Zhang Yi, blew up the Japanese bank today, the Japanese would find an excuse to confiscate the assets and bank assets of senior Guo party officials in Shanghai tomorrow. At that time, Zhang Yi would inevitably be pushed out as a scapegoat.
Although Chang announced the start of China's all-out war of resistance after the Battle of Shanghai broke out, he never declared war on Japan. Instead, he fought without declaring war. If he had declared war, other countries would have had to remain neutral in order to show that they were not biased. In that case, China would have nowhere to buy the weapons, ammunition, and medicines it urgently needed.
Although I have the key in my hand, I still feel like I have a treasure trove but cannot get in, which makes me feel lost and regretful.

Zhang Yi thought about it for a while, but had no idea for the moment, so he thought of going to Rizheng Bank for investigation first, and then asking the section chief or Boss Dai for help.

If it really doesn't work, then we can only imitate the later American blockbuster "The Bank Robbery" and dig a tunnel to make a big profit.

The floor is paved with blue bricks, the walls are covered with newspapers, and the living room and bedroom are integrated. This is a very ordinary household in a tube-shaped building.

The room is 20 square meters in size and has only one bedroom.

There was a narrow and simple bed outside the bedroom door in the living room. An old woman was sitting cross-legged on the bed with a baby in her arms. Through the light bulb covered by newspaper, you could see a couple sleeping in the bedroom.

Lao Ou was woken up by the baby wetting the bed. He had just changed the baby's diaper and was coaxing the child to sleep.

Suddenly, there was a crisp knock on the door.

The old woman didn't dare to make a sound and quickly turned off the lights. Although there was no war in Nanjing for the time being, Japanese planes came to bomb every other day. Smoke was everywhere, the city was in chaos, and public security was not as good as before. She looked towards the bedroom with timid and worried eyes.

The man sleeping in the bed woke up when the child cried. He was a man in his early thirties.

Hearing a knock on the door, he suddenly opened his eyes, looked at his wife sleeping next to him with a stern expression, and then got up carefully.

He pulled a piece of clothing off the hanger and put it on. He made a gesture to his mother-in-law at the door to keep quiet, then tiptoed to the door and asked softly:
"Who?"

After waiting for a long time, there was no response from outside the door, only the sound of light footsteps gradually moving away and then disappearing completely.

"Mom, it's okay. Someone probably knocked on the wrong door." The man looked back at the old woman, then gently opened the door.

There was a letter lying at the door.

The man's expression started to frighten him. He quickly picked up the letter and put it in his arms. He looked into the empty corridor and saw a deliberately erased footprint next to the honeycomb briquettes piled in the corner.

The man left the door ajar and opened the envelope in the moonlight in the corridor. Inside was a movie ticket. It seemed to have just been printed and the ink on the words was a little blurry, but the man could still read the date and number on it at a glance.

In an instant, his face changed drastically and his whole body trembled, because he understood that this was a wake-up call for him. He was one of the Japanese spies who had been lurking in Nanjing since 32.

Over the years, he has been living as an ordinary person, working in a textile factory, and later met his current wife, got married and had children.
In the eyes of his wife and mother-in-law, he was a cowardly, honest and dutiful man, even a bit of a coward. They would never dream that their trusted husband and son-in-law would be a well-trained agent.

The man stood at the door for a long time, until he heard his mother-in-law calling him, then he turned back into the house.

"Mom, it's okay, go to bed early." He turned into the bedroom with a normal expression and locked the door.

In the darkness, he walked up to his sleeping wife, and suddenly a ferocious and murderous look appeared on his face. He grabbed the quilt and quickly pressed it on his wife's face, covering her mouth and nose.

The woman struggled desperately, suddenly staring at him with wide eyes, and subconsciously grabbed around with her hands, but the man kept pressing his hands with an expressionless face and did not let go until his wife's kicking feet completely stopped moving.

The man then loosened the quilt, touched the bulging veins on his forehead, bowed deeply to his wife who died with her eyes open, then pulled out a sharp dagger from under the bed and walked out.

"Tian Ying, what happened?" The mother-in-law who heard the noise outside the door asked hurriedly.

"My name is not Tian Ying, my name is Tian Shan Yi Ying."

The man walked to his mother-in-law with an expressionless face, suddenly bowed, and said in Japanese:
"Smith Marseille."

Before the old woman could react, the sharp dagger in his hand had pierced her neck, and blood gushed out.

There was still no expression on Tianshan Yoshihide's face. He watched the old woman fall, then put away the dagger and looked at the baby again.

A few minutes later, he sat on the ground in a daze, silent for a while, suddenly pried open a few bricks on the floor, and took out an oil paper bag from it, which contained an ID, a pistol and two magazines.

After a moment, he picked up his things and left the place where he had lived for five years without looking back.

Blood in the room flowed along the bedside, staining the blue bricks on the ground red.

In the hazy night, the same thing kept happening in many places in Jinling, making this originally peaceful night full of murderous intent.

(End of this chapter)