My spy diary

Chapter 205: Urgent (asking for monthly ticket)
Dong Guangyou walked through the corridor and came to his door. Seeing the laborers moving things in and out of the next room, his eyes changed slightly, but soon returned to normal.

He walked to the door of Qian Xiaosan's house with a calm expression, bowed and asked:
"Newly moved in?"

Qian Xiaosan was directing the workers to place the furniture. Hearing this, he stepped forward and said:
"Yes, you are?"

"Oh, I live next door to you. What's your name, sir?"

"My surname is Liu, Liu Deran, and what about you, sir?"

"I am Dong Guangyou, and I make a living at Confucius Temple Primary School."

"It turns out to be Teacher Dong. Haha, we are neighbors. Please take care of me in the future."

"It's my duty." Dong Guangyou glanced into the house a few times, exchanged a few words of greeting, and turned back to his own house.

After entering the room, his expression instantly became gloomy. He stood at the door and slowly looked around at everything in the room.

If an agent wants to live a long life, he must be curious about everything and doubt everything. This is a kind of ability.

For ordinary people, they should not say or see anything indecent, because the more they know, the more dangerous it is. However, the more intelligence an agent has and the more details he or she has, the more chances he or she will have to survive.

It sounds like it goes against human nature, but what agents do is actually against human nature.

After observing for a while and not finding anything unexpected, Dong Guangyou raised his eyebrows and walked towards the record player in the living room.

He turned on the record player, examined it carefully, and then pressed the switch. In an instant, a symphony of music filled the room.

Listening to music, he slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, staring at the phone for a while, then took out a magnifying glass from the gap in the sofa and observed the phone carefully.

No fingerprints were found on it, so Dong Guangyou carefully opened the base of the phone. When he found no bug inside, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After thinking for a while, he took out a pair of white gloves from the gap in the sofa, put them on, picked up the phone and dialed.

"Director Liu? I'm the boss.
This is what happened. My friend recommended someone to apply for the job, and I couldn't refuse.
Isn't your wife's brother in law at the police station? Ask him to help find out where this person came from.
Yes, it's a chaotic time right now, how can I use someone I don't know about? Yes, his name is Liu Deran, and he lives near my home, that's all."

After hanging up, the phone rang again.

Dong Guangyou picked up the phone and didn't say anything until the other end of the phone spoke. Then he said:

"Okay, I understand. Continue to monitor closely."

After hanging up the phone again, Dong Guangyou sank deeply into the sofa, as if in a daze, or thinking about something.

What he didn't know was that right above his head, a chandelier was still burning as usual, but a miniature eavesdropping device that had been installed there a long time ago had already transmitted all the conversations in his room to the next room.

In the next room, after sending away the movers, Qian Xiaosan immediately went into the room equipped with monitoring equipment and put on headphones.

The moment Dong Guangyou dialed the phone, he had already pressed the recording button, and the tape began to spin.

When he heard Dong Guangyou instructing his dean to check his background, he sneered, cursed him as an old fox, and calmly wrote down the conversation on the phone on paper.

Because there was music playing in the room opposite, the eavesdropping was also disturbed. The monitoring equipment made a crackling electronic sound. The sound was not particularly real, but it could be vaguely heard.

It wasn't until Dong Guangyou hung up the phone that Qian Xiaosan immediately picked up the phone and dialed.

Here, Dong Guangyou was sitting on the sofa in the room with his eyes closed as if he was asleep. Music was playing in the room and the wall clock was ticking slowly.

Ding, the clock rang out the hour. Dong Guangyou opened his eyes and quickly came to the window. While watering the flowers, he carefully observed the movements downstairs.

After a while, he came to the door again, listened attentively for a while, then turned and walked towards the record player.

As the music played, he gently pressed a small button on the back of the record player and opened the base of the record player. He could see a small radio and headphones hidden inside.

Dong Guangyou sat in front of the record player, turned on the radio, put on headphones, and started sending messages.

He seemed extremely skilled, and the message seemed to have been prepared in his mind a long time ago. With the rhythmic sound of keystrokes, the radio waves followed the hidden wires, passed through the ceiling, and went out through a small hole in the wall and floated away.

Shanghai.

Sichuan Road, Special High Section.

The Military Police Commander Ichiro Sato and the head of the Special Higher Police, Doi-Yuan, sat together.

At this time, the head of the Shanghai Special High Section handed over a telegram.

The fat man waved his hand to let him leave, took out a code book from his pocket, and translated the telegram. He smiled mysteriously and said:
"Sato-kun, now we should talk about the real decapitation plan."

When Sato heard this, he was startled. His expression changed slightly and he said in surprise:

"Could it be that the two captured Special High Section agents and the bombing operation against Chang by the Imperial Air Force were all fake?"

Fatty nodded without changing his expression.

Sato Ichiro said unhappily:

"Could it be that the Empire's agents were arrested just like that? The Air Force has been busy for so long but has gained nothing. Your Excellency is not looking for an excuse for his failure?"

"We only caught two Chinese people. They can only be used but not trusted." Doiyuan said nonchalantly.

"Although the air force bombing did not kill Chang, no one can deny the indiscriminate killing effect. We have planted the seeds of fear in Nanjing. When we arrive at the gates of the city, we will definitely reap unexpected rewards."

Sato Ichiro was half-believing and half-doubting, frowning and saying, "Doi-Yuan-kun, you and I are old acquaintances, so don't get into these fake things. Not to mention that your operation against Zhang Yi failed, the secret service almost raided your base in the north. Now you are telling me about a real decapitation plan, isn't it ridiculous?"

The fat guy shrugged, smiled slyly, and said:
“When the enemy is weak, make it strong; when the enemy is strong, make it weak.” More than 2,000 years ago, China’s Sun Tzu wrote about this truth in The Art of War.

This time I have used another student of mine to promote this plan. The telegram I just sent is from him. As long as the plan goes smoothly, even if we cannot kill Chang, we can still instigate a Chinese army to rebel.
Sato-kun, think about it, if you are at the front line, at your weakest moment, and your brothers and allies suddenly turn their guns around and attack you, what will happen? "

"A military organization?" Sato Ichiro was surprised and asked quickly, "Who is it?"

The fat guy smiled smugly: "You will know soon."

Zhang Yi listened to the recording sent by Qian Xiaosan with a raised brow. The sound of the record player was so loud that it almost covered up the sound of the message. In the noisy music, it was difficult to distinguish the message if you were not a professional.

Even if you figure it out, it's useless without the code book.

He thought for a moment and said, "Make a copy of the recording and send it to Chief Wei Daming of the Telecommunications Department."

"Yes." The monkey nodded and asked again:

"Chief, Dong Guangyou, Wang Huaquan and Zhu Lisi are all under our surveillance. Should we arrest them?" Zhang Yi shook his head. The fish had been hooked, but he had no idea what these people were going to do.

As to whether there are other people behind Dong Guangyou, it is still unknown.

The other person is Zhu Lisi. Although he is not very talented, he has a powerful father who is a military commander on the front line in Shanghai. If his only son is touched at this time, Military Commander Zhu may have other thoughts.
Therefore, the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it. If you want to find out the conspiracy of the Japanese spies, you must talk to Zhu Lisi.

"What is Wang Huaquan doing?"

"He lives in a hotel, but he hasn't returned. He is now hiding in the teahouse opposite Zhu Lisi's house, keeping an eye on him."

"Think of a way to transfer this person away." Zhang Yi thought for a while and decided to meet Zhu Lisi.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the drunk Zhu Lisi staggered up the stairs and staggered to the door of the room.

He fumbled for the key, opened the door, returned home, and sat alone on the sofa.

Next to the sofa, an orange lamp emitted a dim yellow light, shining on his miserable face.

Zhu Lisi smoked a few cigarettes in annoyance, and then started coughing continuously. He finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he suddenly stood up from the sofa, rushed to the bathroom, and started vomiting violently with a "wow".

After a moment, he washed his face with cold water, staggered and fell on the sofa again, wailing to himself.

Suddenly, there was a "click" sound, and the sound of a lighter was heard. Zhu Lisihuan shuddered all over and immediately sobered up a little. In an instant, he realized that there was someone else in the room.

Zhu Lisi was terrified. He forced himself to calm down and reached his trembling hands into the gap in the sofa beside him.

Then, before he could touch the pistol, the sound of the safety being unlocked was heard behind him, and the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against the back of his head.

A voice said indifferently: "Don't look for it, the gun is here with me."

"Plop." Zhu Lisi fell to the ground trembling all over. He gasped and raised his head fearfully, only to see a pair of sharp eyes.

"You are. Who are you?"

"The one who saved you." Zhang Yi frowned as he looked at the pale-faced young man in front of him. He took out his ID from his pocket and flashed it in front of him, saying:

"Zhang Yi, Operations Section, Secret Service Department."

"Secret Service"

These few words seemed to have great magical power. Zhu Lisi looked at Zhang Yi with horror, and after a long while he gritted his teeth and asked:
"What do you want to do?"

It's like seeing a wolf in front and a tiger behind. I was threatened by Japanese spies just a few hours ago, and now the secret service has come to my door...

It must be that his act of providing intelligence to the Japanese was exposed. Zhu Lisi was a little afraid to think further. He staggered forward, hugged Zhang Yi's thigh, and cried loudly:

"Please let me go this time, I really didn't mean it, I didn't promise anything to the Japanese."

Zhang Yi smiled and nodded, but he couldn't help sneering in his heart. He didn't expect that the son of the famous Commander Zhu was such a wimp.

But it’s better this way, so I don’t waste my breath.

He released the pistol that was pointing at the man's head and asked:
"What did the Japanese ask you to do?"

"They. They want to assassinate the Chairman."

"What? Explain it clearly." Zhang Yi's face was a little solemn. He pointed the gun at Zhu Lisi again and asked sternly.

"They want to take advantage of my identity as a special guard." Zhu Lisi's lips trembled slightly as he spoke intermittently.

Although what he said was a bit confusing, Zhang Yi still understood it.

Although he looked calm, a trace of worry flashed through his heart. If what Zhu Lisi said was true, then there might be other traitors hidden among Chang's guards.

If the Japanese spies had planned carefully, they would have had a chance of success. Countless cruel facts tell us that a fortress is most easily breached from the inside.

Although Chang's security was extremely strict, there were always assassination attempts against him.

The most dangerous one was in 31. Chang was living in his own mansion in Shanghai, but he did not expect that his guards were bribed and lurked in the bedroom in the middle of the night and fired several shots at the bed.

Perhaps it was Chang's destiny, as he happened to be living in Mrs. Song's house that night, so he escaped the disaster.

From then on, his guards changed frequently, and some of his confidants even stood guard outside the doors and windows of his reception room, bedroom, study, etc. day and night.

"Get up." Looking at the wimp in front of him, Zhang Yi scolded him and asked:
"Does your father know about your affairs?"

Zhu Lisi shook his head in dismay and said in a trembling voice:

"Chief Zhang, you are so generous. Please save my life. I can give you all the gold and banknotes I have. I am the only son of my father."

Zhang Yi frowned, stared at him sharply, thought for a moment and said:

"It's not impossible if you want to survive. First, be my informant. Second, do as I say."

In a flash, Zhang Yi had made up his mind. A man like Zhu Lisi deserved no death, but he had a father who was a military commander and was on the front line. Even Chang had to be treated with caution, otherwise if he forced the other party to rebel, it would cause endless harm.

Since I can't kill him, instead of leaving a mortal enemy, I might as well be a good person and do him a favor.

Because, think about it the other way around. If he adopted the strategy of curing the disease and saving lives and stopping at the right time, while breaking the window paper and holding the other party's handle, but letting the other party go, this would undoubtedly be a huge favor and would always be of use in the future. You must know that behind Zhu is Chen Tumu. Who knows how far he will go in the future?
"I'm willing. As long as I can stay alive and my father doesn't know about my affairs, I will listen to you, Chief Zhang." Zhu Lisi nodded repeatedly as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

Zhang Yi sneered in his heart and threw a cigarette to him:

"I hope you can wake up and remember what you just said."

Zhang Yi found a pen and paper and said, "Write down. Describe in detail how you provided intelligence to the Japanese and how you met with the Japanese spy today."

Zhu Lisi wanted to refuse, but facing the black muzzle of the gun and Zhang Yi's playful smile, he could only smile bitterly and agree with his head down.

Half an hour later, Zhang Yi left Zhu Lisi's home with the "confession record" signed and sealed by Zhu Lisi. After going downstairs, he immediately found a public telephone booth and called Dai Chunfeng.

"Director, I'm Zhang Yi, and I have something extremely urgent to report."

(I kept my word and paid off the overdue updates. I feel relieved for some reason... I have a bad spleen and stomach, and I am weak. I can't stay up late anymore. From now on, I can only write during the day and update at night. Sorry! In addition, please leave me a message if you have any good suggestions. Thank you very much!)

(End of this chapter)