My spy diary

Chapter 241 Investigation (asking for monthly ticket)

Zheng Huhe stared at the target and the suit man's departing back with a stern expression, and his face changed slightly.

From the current surveillance, it has been verified that the Japanese were trying to alert the enemy and fish in troubled waters. He was also executing Zhang Yi's plan to take advantage of the situation. But as the saying goes, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, so who is the mantis and who is the oriole?
Who is this man in a suit who suddenly appeared?

Could it be that the target has a contact in Wuhan?

Has the other party discovered that we are being monitored?

Judging from the suit man's behavior just now, he was facing him against the light and deliberately tilted his head when walking, making it difficult to see his appearance. He was obviously an extremely cautious and experienced agent.

Although the target appeared very capable and seemingly flawless, he subconsciously showed an expression of surprise when he met the man in the suit. Although it was fleeting, it was still captured by Zheng Huhe.

Then, although he walked side by side with the man in the suit, his slightly stiff and restrained body language still exposed his inner unrest. So what did the man in the suit say to him?
Although this person was trying hard to control the urge to look back, his tense body seemed to open all the pores and look around.

Was he exposed, or was he just suspicious? Or was this just a common tactic used by men in suits?

Zheng Huhe carefully recalled every detail in his mind. He and his men were monitoring from the outside and did not follow too closely, so there was no way they could be exposed. So, it could only be the man in the suit who sensed the danger?

In any case, this person is a dangerous opponent and a big fish.

After calming down, Zheng Huhe immediately waved to a subordinate on standby and ordered, "As usual, split up into two groups and follow them up in stages. Keep track of them and report any progress. I will report to the section chief now."

"Yes."

"You mean there's another contact person, and a master at that?"

Zhang Yi, who was sitting in the office giving orders, received a call from Zheng Huhe and his expression became serious.

What tricks was the Japanese spy up to? This sudden appearance of the man in a suit disrupted all his arrangements.

"I have asked people to use segmented tracking technology to catch up with him."

"Okay, I'd rather lose than be exposed. I'll come over now." Zhang Yi looked at his watch and asked, "Where's the scapegoat?"

“It’s always under our control.”

"Watch him closely and be ready to capture him at any time."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yi immediately drove to meet Zheng Huhe.

Twenty minutes later, when Zhang Yi saw Zheng Huhe, he heard some unfortunate news.

The man in the suit disappeared.

He was being pursued by a team of eight people, two plainclothes officers dressed as rickshaw drivers, four plainclothes officers driving cars, and two plainclothes officers disguised as passers-by.
"The man in the suit walked along leisurely, just like he was shopping. He first bought a newspaper at a newsstand, then turned and went into a shopping mall. He waited for a long time but didn't come out. Our people immediately guarded the front and back doors of the mall and sent plainclothes officers in to check, but the man seemed to have disappeared out of thin air."

"He didn't disappear out of thin air, but walked out right under our noses." Zhang Yi shook his head and said, "Tracking is a skill, but no one can say how many people are needed to keep an eye on all the details of a target's life. Too many people will easily expose him, and too few people will easily lead to omissions."

He looked at the depressed faces of the disguised investigators, stopped talking, and pretended to be relaxed: "Well, the monk can escape but the temple cannot. He was lucky this time. Once we catch his accomplices, he will be arrested sooner or later."

To boost morale, he asked, "What about the other one?"

Zheng Huhe nodded and said, "The target has returned to the hotel. I have arranged for someone to stay there. According to the preliminary investigation, the target is Ye Wenshan, from Zhengzhou, who claims to be a surgeon and came to Wuhan to make a living. Do you want to take action now?"

"No." Zhang Yi shook his head and said seriously, "It's not the right time yet. We should closely monitor his every move. But the scapegoat he pushed out can be caught now."

"Yes."

In an antique shop a street away from Zhang Yi and the others, the priest, who had changed his clothes, put down a snuff bottle and asked, "Anything else good?"

While the boss went to get new ones from the shelf, the priest looked at the scene outside through the glass window. Seeing a group of plainclothes officers gathered together, he sneered. When he thought of the two inconspicuous men who passed by him in the mall and looked around, he smiled sneerly, knowing that he was being followed.

But whether the problem lies with Iida or Takeda of Sugi Agency needs further verification.

At this time, the boss came up with a new snuff bottle. He took it and felt it carefully, sniffed it a few times, and nodded with satisfaction: "How much?"

"100 yuan in French currency," the boss said in a low voice, "If you have silver dollars, one will be enough."

"I want it." The priest took out a stack of banknotes, counted out ten and handed them over, then kicked the snuff box and left.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned back, hesitated and handed over another bill, looking at the phone on the counter: "Boss, can you help me make a call?"

At Huihe Hotel, the phone at the counter suddenly rang.

The boss, who was busy calculating his bills, picked up the phone lazily and asked, "Who is it?"

A strange voice came from the receiver: "Is Mr. Ye who lives in Room 302 here? Please ask him to answer the phone."

"Wait." The boss put down the phone, came out from behind the counter, and shouted at the stairs: "Room 302, surnamed Ye, Room 302, surnamed Ye, call."

After a while, Zhutian, who used the alias Ye Wenshan, came down in slippers. He thanked the boss in a friendly manner and picked up the phone: "Who is it?"

"Are you Mr. Ye? A Mr. Jin asked me to tell you to meet at the old place at twelve o'clock tonight."

"I understand, thank you." Takeda thought for a while and hung up the phone, finally breathing a sigh of relief. It seemed that "Eagle" had ensured safety and the connection continued.

Here, the priest left the antique shop and walked and stopped along the way. He saw a patrolman patrolling with a baton, and suddenly quickened his pace and bumped into him.

"Damn, are you blind?" The patrolman was hit and felt pain. He rubbed his waist and held the baton to greet him. However, what came into his eyes was a panicked face. He bent his waist, was careful, and bowed repeatedly: "I'm sorry, boss."

"Is an apology enough?" The patrolman stared at him, his eyes fell on the snuff bottle in the man's hand, his eyes lit up, and he stopped the baton that was about to hit him. A trace of greed flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward and grabbed the priest's collar and asked, "You look panicked and sneaky. Tell me, is this thing stolen?"

The priest panicked instantly, looked around furtively, then looked at the patrolman begging for mercy and pointed to the alley next to him: "I'm just trying to make a living, boss, do you want to chat with me over there?"

The patrolman looked him up and down, and seeing that he didn't seem to have any skills, he fiddled with the whistle hanging on his chest and sneered, "You'd better not play any tricks, or you'll be in big trouble. You go ahead."

The two of them walked into the alley next to them, one after the other.

What the patrolman worried about did not happen.

Seeing that there was no one around, the patrolman no longer concealed his intention and snatched the snuff bottle from the priest's hand: "This thing belongs to me. It's compensation for hitting me."

"Well, as long as the boss is happy." The priest nodded slightly.

"Old man, you are smart." The patrolman sneered, put his baton on his chin, and scolded him: "Take out all the valuables you have. Do you want me to do it myself?"

"Here I give it to you. Please loosen your grip." The timid man looked begging for mercy, and when the baton just left his neck, he suddenly smiled grimly, grabbed the baton and pulled the patrolman closer, then locked his throat, and suddenly used both hands to break his neck in front of the patrolman's incredulous eyes.

After a while, the priest, who had changed into a patrolman's uniform, came out of the alley, slapping his baton, and stopped a rickshaw. His destination was the grocery store that Jingtian had been to.

When he arrived not far from the grocery store, he got out of the car, paid the bill, wandered around for a while, then lifted the door curtain and walked in.

After taking a look around the grocery store, his eyes paused on the phone at the counter. He walked up with a serious face, took out his ID and waved it at the shopkeeper, saying, "I'm from the Wuhan Police Headquarters. I've been ordered to investigate a murder case. I'm now questioning you. I hope you answer honestly, otherwise I'll be charged with harboring someone."

The boss was startled by the words of the uninvited guest. He stood up tremblingly and said aggrievedly: "Sir, there is no murderer in our store, right?"

The priest sneered, pointed his baton at the phone, and asked, "Did anyone call here at noon?"

The boss frowned and thought for a moment: "There are several people who called. Who are you talking about?"

The priest described Ida's appearance and asked, "Do you have any impression of this person?"

The boss thought for a while and said, "Now that I think about it, he was the first one to come after lunch. How should I put it? He was sneaky. He even covered his mouth when he was on the phone."

Hearing this, the priest smiled with satisfaction. He took out a banknote from his pocket and said with a smile: "You did a good job. If you remember anything else, remember to tell me. You will get a reward."

As he spoke, he picked up the phone, looked at the number 88236 on the base of the phone, and dialed a number: "Telephone bureau? Police station, help me find out where the number 88236 called at noon."

"What? Confidential, you don't have the authority to check? I want to file a report? Got it."

After hanging up the phone, the priest's face instantly became gloomy. There was no doubt that Iida from the "Sugi Agency" had already become a traitor. It went without saying that Jin Wuchang had already been monitored, and Takeda had also entered the other party's sight. The person who had monitored him in the mall before should have followed Takeda.

Once Takeda is arrested, it will only be a matter of time before his identity is exposed.

At this moment, he was somewhat glad that he had asked someone to call Takeda as soon as he got rid of the pursuit, hoping that this smoke bomb could delay the Chinese agent's steps and allow him to escape calmly.

The priest, who had already thought of a response plan in an instant, regained his seriousness as a patrolman. He glanced at the honest shopkeeper, picked up the phone again, and dialed a number: "Book me a train ticket to Changsha, the sooner the better."

After finishing the call, he patted the shopkeeper on the shoulder and said, "Remember, if you have any clues, you must inform me in time."

With that he walked away.

Zhang Yi's office.

Zheng Huhe is reporting on his work.

"Chief, half an hour ago, the target who goes by the alias Ye Wenshan received a phone call. We have found out that the caller is the owner of an antique shop. He is under our control. According to his description, the Japanese spy agreed to meet at the old place at 12 o'clock tonight. The man who asked him to make the call is basically the same in appearance as the mysterious man in a suit we lost. His portrait is being drawn and will be distributed to various police stations and ports soon."

"The police station won't issue it. Let our people take the portraits directly to the household registration police and patrol officers of each branch for identification. This will save time." Zhang Yi gave an order and asked thoughtfully:
"The antique shop where he bought the snuff bottle is near the mall. It's possible that he saw our actions clearly. Since he found out that someone was watching him, why did he choose to contact him regardless of his safety? Even if he is extremely confident in his ability, what about his accomplices?"

"Section Chief, what do you mean? Is this a smokescreen deliberately released by the other party? To delay time? This guy wants to run away!"

"It is better to be safe than sorry, so the most urgent task is to immediately strengthen the inspection of city gates, stations, ports and major traffic arteries, and arrest any suspicious individuals immediately, in addition to investigating his true identity."

"Yes." Zheng Huhe nodded sternly and asked, "Where is Ye Wenshan?"

"Catch him." Since he has lost his usefulness, now is the time to arrest him and squeeze out his surplus value.

"Yes." Zheng Huhe had just nodded and left when the monkey walked in.

"Chief, the scapegoat has been caught."

"Let's go and take a look." Zhang Yi followed Monkey to the interrogation room, where Qian Xiaosan was already interrogating the target.

"Han Yejin? You are Chinese? Why do you want to be a traitor?" Qian Xiaosan asked while looking at the target's ID.

"I'm not a traitor, I'm from South Korea, my name is Kim Woo-chang." Kim Woo-chang was obviously stunned when he heard the word traitor. He was arrested at the dining table. He didn't expect that he would become a prisoner just after working as an agent for half a day. Looking at the gloomy and bloody interrogation room, his clothes were already wet with sweat.

"Korean? Why are you pretending to be Chinese?" Qian Xiaosan sneered, "Even if you are a real Korean and not a traitor, you are still a running dog of the Japanese. Tell me, why are you following Jingtian?"

"I'm not a lackey." Jin Wuchang shook his head. "I'm a surgeon. My former boss Takeda Yoichi threatened me to do this. I know nothing."

On the other side of the coated glass wall, Zhang Yi sneered at the innocent-looking Jin Wuchang. It seems that it is a tradition for Koreans to pretend to be Chinese when they do bad things. These people who kowtow and act like grandsons in front of the Japanese in their own country, I don't know what kind of psychological distortion they have become. When they arrived at the Chinese battlefield, they were more vicious than the Japanese devils.
He picked up the phone and said to Qian Xiaosan in the interrogation room:
"Execution."

(End of this chapter)