My spy diary

Chapter 242 Will (asking for monthly ticket)

Facts have proved that no matter whether they are Korean or Japanese spies, they will confess if they are tortured.

The interrogation process of Jin Wuchang and Takeda Yoichi went relatively smoothly. After almost all the questioning, Monkey asked Qian Xiaosan to continue the interrogation while he reported to Zhang Yi.

"Jin Wuchang is indeed a scapegoat. He was coerced and bribed by Takeda Yoichi to become a spy. Apart from tracking and monitoring Iida, he knows nothing else. He doesn't even know who Iida is. But we showed him a portrait of the target based on the description of the antique shop owner. He recognized the target as Father Yin Xingyun of the Christian Church in the Japanese Concession. He was very surprised and didn't seem to be pretending."

Jin Wuchang was just a minor character and knew very little about the situation. Zhang Yi was not surprised and asked, "Where is Takeda Yoichi?"

"This guy was originally a doctor in the Japanese Concession and had a clinic. After the government took back the concession, he was expelled back to Japan. On his way back, he took a detour to Shanghai and joined the Special High Section. After graduating from the Peking Spy School, he was sent here to carry out a mission because he was familiar with the situation in Wuhan. His code name was 'Eagle', but according to him, Yin Xingyun was the real 'Eagle'. His visit to Wuhan this time, in addition to investigating the loss of contact with the Special High Section agents and the identification of Jingtian, was to contact the Eagle and carry out the previous undercover plan."

"Eagle? Yin Xingyun?" Zhang Yi asked thoughtfully, "Do you think this priest is a real Eagle?"

"I think it is."

"What's the reason?"

"From the professional qualities he displayed, this person is a very cunning and sly fellow. He should be a pawn of the Special High Police in the early years."

"Yes, he is cunning and always gets ahead of us." Zhang Yi sneered and ordered: "Immediately conduct a comprehensive investigation of his identity and raid his residence."

"Yes." Monkey accepted the order and asked, "Section Chief, how do we deal with Jin Wuchang and Takeda Yoichi?"

Zhang Yi, the "Captain of the Jinwu Army," pondered for a moment and asked, "How good is this man's medical skills?"

"He said he was an outstanding graduate from the Medical School of Kyoto Imperial University in Japan. He had his diploma, medical qualification certificate and a complete set of diagnostic and treatment instruments at his residence."

"Find a doctor to verify his medical skills. If he is indeed as he said, send him to the front line to atone for his sins."

What the troops on the front line lack most are medicines and doctors, especially surgeons.

"As for Takeda Yoichi, tell him that if he can't demonstrate other values, he will only die."

"Yes."

It started to drizzle in the evening. A cold breeze blew through the empty church, and the candlelight flickered slightly.

At this moment, a group of plainclothes officers were searching the church carefully with flashlights.

Soon, a radio, guns, ammunition and a lot of gold and banknotes were found from a hidden door at the end of the library.

"Is there no code book?" Zhang Yi asked, his eyes fell on a Bible in the prayer room. He flipped through it casually. It was said that the "way of salvation" was written in it, but the Japanese used it to engage in evil activities. It can be seen that God also has borders. If there is a God, why didn't he send down a thunder to strike him to death.

Seeing that there was no other gain, Zhang Yi was about to withdraw his team when a plainclothes officer hurried in and reported: "Chief, Yin Xingyun ran away."

"Ran?"

"Yes." The plainclothes officer panted and continued, "After we sent the portrait to Chengmen Station, a ticket inspector at the train station soon responded that around one o'clock, a person suspected to be the target passed through the ticket gate. He was on a train from Wuhan to Changsha."

Zhang Yi glanced at his watch. According to the time, the train had arrived in Changsha long ago and Yin Xingyun had already escaped.

This man was indeed cunning and sly. When he saw that the opportunity was not good, he immediately slipped away. However, his escape was so unconcealed, was it a provocation or a deliberate attempt to confuse the enemy?

In Zhang Yi's opinion, this person might have really fled Wuhan, but it is also possible that he was hesitating and the so-called departure was just a cover, and he might have sneaked into the city again.

He thought for a while and said, "Send a telegram to Changsha and ask them to help investigate. Also, immediately post his portrait and issue a city-wide wanted notice."

"Yes."

The White House Bar was originally a club for foreigners in the French Concession, located on the most prosperous New Paris Street in the French Concession.

But with the end of the Battle of Shanghai and the fall of Nanjing, Wuhan became the temporary capital of the National Government, and more and more foreign military attachés, ambassadors to China, and journalists began to visit here.

The bar was immediately transformed into a famous place of entertainment and a center for information trading.

Every night, people come here to have fun, get drunk, or get the information they want with great satisfaction.

At this time, the door of the bar was pushed open, and a hunched old man with white hair walked in, holding a boxwood cane tremblingly in his hands with exposed veins.

The waiter at the door saw him like this and was about to stop him, but then he saw the old man reach out and take out a gold coin.

Seeing that he was holding the club badge, the waiter respectfully welcomed him in.

"Old man, please slow down."

The old man didn't say anything, and seemed to be out of breath after walking a few steps. He grabbed his crutches, bent over and lowered his head, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, looked around the bar, and then walked towards the bar counter.

"A glass of whiskey." The old man finally sat on the high stool and said in his old and hoarse voice.

The bartender was a man with an oriental face. He looked at the old man in surprise and slowly handed him a glass of drink.

But the old man didn't take it. He just stared at the bartender, and his originally cloudy eyes suddenly became sharp.

He glanced around and whispered, "Did you remember it wrongly? I clearly ordered a Bloody Mary."

He said this in Japanese.

Hearing this, the bartender's expression changed slightly, but was immediately concealed. A hint of joy flashed through his eyes, and he nodded and said, "He's in Box 2."

The old man didn't say anything else. He finished his drink, put down a few bills, turned and walked towards Box No. 2.

In box No. 2, a tall German man with a high nose bridge and brown hair was drinking with two scantily clad women when suddenly the door was pushed open.

The German looked at him unhappily and was about to scold him when he saw the old man's hand holding the cane began to knock rhythmically.

It's Morse code.

The German's intoxicated eyes instantly sobered up a little. He took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and drove the hostess out. He peeked outside the door, closed the box door tightly, and asked in broken Chinese: "Why are you here?" "Why can't I come?" The old man's originally hunched body instantly straightened up, and he sat directly in the German's seat, picked up the drink and started drinking it by himself.

"I mean, how dare you come back? There are wanted posters everywhere for you? Even in the French Concession, did you know that? Now even the French hate you. Who would have thought that a knight in a priest's cloak is actually a Japanese spy? This is unbelievable. This is simply blasphemy against God. Those Christians wish they could nail you to the cross."

"I don't believe in God. I believe in the Emperor, and you believe in profit." The old man was played by Yin Xingyun who escaped. He sneered at the German's exaggerated body language, picked up a cigar on the table, lit it, and said while smoking: "I need your help."

“No, no, no.” The German shook his head repeatedly. “The previous few times I disclosed information to you, although it did not arouse Chang’s suspicion, I felt that he had become wary. This is a dangerous signal.”

This German guy is called Will. He is the German military adviser of Chang. It was he who leaked the news of the arrest of Japanese spies Nosada and Jin Magao to Yin Xingyun, who then reported it to the Special High Section, which led to the explosion.

Yin Xingyun sneered, with a hint of sarcasm on his face: "On February 33, 2, after the Reichstag fire, your leader arrested the leader of the Red Party. If Hitler knew that you were also a member of the Red Party who slipped through the net, if Chang knew that his trusted military adviser was also a member of the Red Party."

"no the same."

"Do you want to be sent back to a concentration camp or live a life of luxury in China?"

"Shut up and stop talking." Will trembled all over, sat down on the sofa, and asked angrily: "For the last time, tell me, how can I help you?"

Yin Xingyun nodded with satisfaction. He wanted to get off the Japanese ship, but it was not that easy. He looked at Will and said solemnly, "I need a radio. Don't refuse in a hurry. I know you have a radio at home."

Will said gloomily: "You should know that the Chinese telecommunications technology is advancing by leaps and bounds. Once they detect the signal sent..."

"Don't worry about that. I just want the radio. I won't send the message at your house. And after the task is completed, I will definitely reward you handsomely. How about three small yellow croakers?"

"I want five." Will hesitated for only a second before quickly giving the chips.

"make a deal."

As soon as Will's car passed the French Concession checkpoint and arrived in the Kuomintang-controlled area, several beams of light shone over it.

"What's going on?" Will in the back seat lifted the curtain, took a peek, and asked the driver.

"It seems to be a temporary inspection. I'll go down and take a look. Mr. Advisor, we have the license plate of the Military Commission, and no one dares to make things difficult for us."

After the driver got out of the car, he immediately walked over to the plainclothes officer and asked, "Who are you?"

"The Secret Service has been ordered to inspect."

"Secret Service?" The driver smiled contemptuously, took out a blue ID from his pocket, waved it in front of the plainclothes officer, pointed at the car behind him, and said arrogantly: "You are blind, can't you see the license plate? You dare to stop the Military Commission's car? Do you know who is in the car? Why don't you get out of here?"

The plainclothes officer was not as timid and scared as he had imagined. He stood at attention and saluted him with a standard military salute: "Please hand over your ID and cooperate with our work."

The driver looked at him in disbelief and raised his hand to hit him, but just when his hand was halfway extended, a gun was pressed to the back of his head, and he was instantly scared to death.

"Du Wentian, 24 years old, major? You are a young talent, why can't you understand what people say? Is it so difficult to cooperate with the inspection?"

Zhang Yi pulled his ID over, examined it for a few seconds, then returned it to him and took out his own ID: "Did you see it clearly?"

Du Wentian didn't expect that this young guy was actually a colonel. He looked at him carefully, swallowed his saliva, and said in a timid tone, "Colonel Zhang, do you know who is in the car? He is the chairman's guest, German military advisor General Weir. I hope you take care of yourself."

"So what if he's the chairman's guest? We are executing the chairman's military order." Zhang Yi sneered and asked, "Besides Consultant Will, who else is in the car?"

"There is another person I don't know." Du Wentian hesitated for a while and finally said it.

Zhang Yi nodded, then waved to the plainclothes officer behind him, walked quickly to the front of the car, stood at attention, saluted, and then knocked on the car window.

At this moment in the car, Will was looking at Yin Xingyun with a gloomy face with worry.

Yin Xingyun looked through the car window curtains and saw a tall figure standing quietly in the shadow of the light outside. Although he could not see his face clearly, he could feel the strong and murderous aura emanating from this person through the car window.

Yin Xingyun realized that he had met his rival, but he still couldn't figure out why the other party was waiting for him here. Even if Jin Wuchang and Takeda Yoichi were arrested and confessed, they would not know where he was going.
Even if the Secret Service saw through his smokescreen and guessed that he had not left Wuhan, how did they know that he had sneaked into the French Concession and appeared in Will's car?

Is it a coincidence?
Or did Will, this mercenary guy, betray himself?
Yin Xingyun made wild guesses, but no matter what, if he stubbornly refused to be inspected, the longer he delayed, the more likely it would be to arouse the other party's suspicion. He glanced at Will and saw that he also looked puzzled. A hint of decisiveness flashed in his eyes. He whispered a few words to Will, immediately pulled open the car window curtain, opened the door, and got out of the car tremblingly.

"ID." Zhang Yi looked at the old white-haired man without any contempt. He took a step back and let a plainclothes officer come forward to check.

The old man cooperated by taking out his ID, and the plainclothes officer checked it with a flashlight.

"Zhang Guoqi, born in the ninth year of the Tongzhi reign, from Anhui. You are 68 years old this year?"

The old man seemed not to hear the plainclothes officer's questions. After taking the ID, he started coughing, an uncontrollable cough. After coughing, he covered his chest and retched a few times, then fell straight down.

Everything caught people off guard.

Before Zhang Yi could ask what the relationship between Will and the old man was, he saw him getting out of the car with a strange cry, unbuttoning the old man's collar, pinching his philtrum, and shouting in broken Chinese: "Driver, driver, take him to the hospital."

Then he angrily started to criticize Zhang Yi and others: "Look at the bad things you have done. I will sue you to your Standing Committee Chairman. If anything happens to my friend, you will be in trouble."

Zhang Yi remained calm as he looked at the old man lying on the ground, with a barely perceptible smile crossing his lips.

While waving his hand to signal the plainclothes officers to come forward to help, he asked Will, "Mr. Consultant, I'm sorry, but saving lives is the most important thing. Do you need our people to call the hospital immediately?"

"No need. I think he's having a heart attack. I'll take him to the hospital." Will was serious as a German should be, and his tone left no room for doubt.

Zhang Yi had been observing his expression the whole time. He always felt that this German guy was nervous about something. Just now, when he asked the plainclothes officers to come forward to help, he clearly felt a sense of relief.

Wanting to leave here, Zhang Yi went around to the back seat of the car, looked at the old man that the plainclothes officers had hurriedly lifted into the back seat, and slowly reached out to touch his neck.

"What are you doing?" Will, who was about to get in the car, suddenly shouted.

Zhang Yi ignored him, raised his hand and sniffed under his nose, then looked at the old man lying with his eyes closed, and said, "Father Yin Xingyun, stop pretending."

Hearing this, the plainclothes officer next to Zhang Yi was startled and immediately pulled out his gun.

(End of this chapter)