My spy diary

Chapter 244 Interrogation (please vote)

"Akita-kun, is that you?"

"It's me. I'm here to save you." Zhang Yi didn't know who this so-called Akita was, but the fact that Yin Xingyun still remembered him at this moment must mean he was very important to him.

Zhang Yi didn't know this person well, and was afraid of saying something wrong and exposing his true identity, so he changed the subject and asked, "Do you remember your real identity? Your Japanese name."

"I can't say." Yin Xingyun's voice contained a hint of struggle, but it became weaker and weaker.

"Go ahead, it's safe here."

"I am Kimura Hirokichi."

"Where is your secret base?"

"church."

Hearing this answer, Zhang Yi's eyes lit up, which meant that Yin Xingyun or Jiangtou Zhewen did not lie.

"What's your code name? What mission are you carrying out in Wuhan? Who is your superior?"

"Eagle, I am carrying out a meteorological mission. My superior is Kentaro Yamamoto." Hirokichi Kimura spoke intermittently, and every word seemed to be pulled out from the depths of his soul.

At this moment, his originally tense body collapsed on the bed like a deflated ball.

Zhang Yi signaled the military doctor to check his physical condition and continued to ask: "What exactly does the meteorological mission refer to?"

"Monitor weather changes in Wuhan, send messages to Nanjing, and carry out bombing missions."

"Very good, you have several subordinates, how do you contact them?"

"Three. I have three subordinates. They come to the church to pray every Friday."

"Where do they live?"

"Mountain."

"Where exactly?"

"Mulan Mountain."

"Great, but what else? How did you and Will meet? What other mission do you have?"

These words seemed to touch upon the deepest secret in Kimura Hiroyoshi's heart, and his body struggled again, as if trying to wake up from the effects of the drug.

Zhang Yi slowly reached out his hand and placed it on his hand, patting it gently: "Kimura-kun, you are home now, you are safe, tell me."

Kimura Hirokichi slowly calmed down and continued to mutter his answers.

"I am a priest. People of all identities come to pray every day. I sit in a small, dark prayer box and listen to them tell their sins, filth, and secrets, right under the eyes of God. Then I use these secrets to threaten them and make them provide money, intelligence, or even their bodies."

Kimura Hirokichi muttered to himself with a smug and satisfied smile on his face.

As far as Zhang Yi knows, there are quite a few Christians in Wuhan, including many dignitaries, especially after the national government moved to Wuhan. As the saying goes, if the leader likes something, the subordinates will like it even more. With the leadership of two believers, Chang and his wife, many real and fake believers gathered around them. However, no one knew who had been to the church presided over by Hiroyoshi Kimura.

So he continued to ask: "Kimura-kun, do you still remember their names?"

"There were so many people that I can't remember them all. But I wrote down all their secrets in a notebook."

"Where is the notebook?" Zhang Yi raised his eyebrows. No notebook was found when searching the church. If what was recorded in it was really the dirty deeds of these dignitaries in private, it would be simply a Republic of China version of "Biographies of Officials".

"I, I." Kimura Hiroyoshi's eyelids trembled slightly, and there seemed to be a fierce struggle in his heart. He just kept repeating the word "I".

The military doctor felt his pulse and said, "Chief Zhang, his heartbeat is accelerating rapidly. The medicine may not be working anymore."

"Give him another shot." Zhang Yi ordered, while holding down Kimura Hirokichi's hand, and repeatedly asked: "Tell me, where did you hide it?"

"Akita-kun, is Akiko okay?" Hiroyoshi Kimura asked anxiously, trembling all over.

"She's fine. Tell me, where did you hide the notebook?"

"No, no, no, you are not Akita-kun, I will kill you." Kimura Hiroyoshi's eyes suddenly opened. His eyes were wide open and he struggled violently to get up, but he was tied tightly to the bed and no matter how hard he struggled, it was of no avail.

He looked at Zhang Yi with hatred, a hint of ruthlessness and decisiveness flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and bit his tongue with all his strength.

Zhang Yi's face changed, and he immediately stepped forward, pinched his jaw, and tried to pry open his mouth together with the military doctor.

However, it was too late. Blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth in an instant, staining his chin and the front of his shirt red. He smiled grimly, a painful groan came from his throat, but he still clenched his teeth to prevent himself from screaming.

"Want to die?" Zhang Yi sneered, knocked him unconscious with a knife, and said to the military doctor:
"Rescue immediately."

"Yes." The military doctor nodded and quickly called his colleagues outside the door in. While stopping Kimura's bleeding, he hesitated and said:

"Chief Zhang, our technology and equipment are limited. We cannot guarantee that the tongue can be reattached, even for foreigners. The success of tongue reattachment surgery depends on many factors, including the degree of injury and postoperative care."

"Got it. We'll try to save as many as possible." Zhang Yi waved his hands impatiently, looking coldly at the unconscious Hiroyoshi Kimura. Although he wished he could cut the invader into pieces, as an agent, he defended the secret in his heart in such an extreme and tragic way, showing extraordinary courage and will, which was still shocking and admirable.

Such a person is undoubtedly a formidable opponent.

"Chief!" As the doctor came in, a large number of agents also rushed in. Seeing Zhang Yi with blood all over his hands, they couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

"Okay, I'm fine, let's go." Zhang Yi winked at Monkey and Qian Xiaosan, asking them to take the monitoring equipment away. Looking at Kimura being carried away on a stretcher, he ordered, "Send someone to follow him and provide 24-hour protection. No one can approach him without my order."

"Yes."

Dai Chunfeng's office.

After listening to Zhang Yi's detailed account, Dai Chunfeng stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder approvingly, "Well done, Zhang Yi, I didn't make a mistake in choosing you."

"Want to bite your tongue to commit suicide? Humph, even if you lose your tongue, you still have your hands." He pondered for a while, pointed at the wiretap recording and asked, "Who else has heard this?"

"The only person present at the time was Doctor Liu."

"Qi Wu." Dai Chunfeng glanced at Mao Qiwu, who understood and stepped out, then soon came back with a document.

"Liu Yihai, 37 years old, from Hunan, studied at the Medical School of Kyoto Imperial University in Japan. He joined the Secret Service in 34. His wife was a nurse at Jinling Hospital and is now transferred to Wuhan First Hospital. They have a son and a daughter." "So he can speak Japanese?" After listening to Mao Qiwu's retelling of Liu's military doctor file, Dai Chunfeng's eyes became sharp: "Let the people in the inspection department keep an eye on him, monitor his phone calls, and restrict his activities until the case is over."

"Yes." Mao Qiwu nodded and went downstairs to make the arrangements.

"Have a seat." Boss Dai leaned back on the sofa and rubbed his brows. "Most of the anti-aircraft guns imported from Germany to Nanjing were shipped to the mountain city. Wuhan has no air defense force, which is why the Japanese spies' bombings have become more rampant each time."

"Intelligence shows that the Japanese Air Force is based in Nanjing. Before sending out bombers, they must send a reconnaissance plane to conduct reconnaissance first, and then send back weather reports along the way to the base. The base will then send bombers and fighter planes as cover to follow the reconnaissance plane's route based on the reports. Although we have set up secret observation posts at the front lines of Nanjing, Nanchang, Zhengzhou, and Wuhan, we are unable to effectively detect the specific bombing time due to our inability to crack the Japanese military's code."

"Now that we know that the Japanese army has weather personnel lurking in Wuhan, I will let the telecommunications department and the technical department assist you in completing the capture mission. As long as we master their codes, encoding methods, and sending and receiving times, we can grasp the enemy's every move and accurately report the time and target of the air strike to the air defense headquarters before the enemy aircraft strikes, thereby reducing the losses caused by the air strike."

"Yes, thank you, Director. I will set off now."

"There's no rush." ​​Dai Chunfeng waved his hand and asked thoughtfully, "Where do you think Kimura Hirokichi would hide the notebook?"

"It's very likely in the bank's safe or he has a safe house we don't know about. Especially those foreign banks in the French Concession."

"Yeah." Dai Chunfeng nodded without comment.

Zhang Yi guessed that Boss Dai was determined to obtain the so-called "Biographies of Officials", but he really didn't know, so he saluted and left.

Mulan Mountain is located in Huangpo, Wuhan. It has steep mountains and unique architecture.

In the afternoon, four men dressed as sedan bearers carried two sedan chairs up from the foot of the mountain, accompanied by guards and entourage. They were usually country gentlemen going up the mountain to worship.

This group of people were dressed up by Zhang Yi and others. In order not to attract the attention of Japanese spies, the detection equipment of the telecommunications and technical departments were hidden inside the sedan.

The group wandered around different locations including the Pilgrimage Gate and the South Gate of Heaven, but found nothing.

Cao Qingsheng, a section chief sent by Wei Daming from the Telecommunications Department, was already panting with exhaustion. He frowned and said, "Section Chief Zhang, if we don't know the time when the Japanese spy sent the message, our positioning device is useless. Besides, this device can only determine the approximate direction. Once the Japanese spy stops sending messages, we will lose the signal."

Zhang Yi ignored his complaints, observed the scenery and buildings on the mountain, and waved his hand to let the plainclothes officers search separately. Since the Japanese spy had been lurking for a long time, he must have a place to live, eat and sleep, so there would be traces to follow.

Soon a few hours passed by, and as dusk fell, there was still no result, and everyone couldn't help but feel discouraged.

Cao Qingsheng said: "Chief Zhang, where did you get your information? We don't know the time when the other party sent the message. Looking for it in the deep mountains and old forests is like looking for a needle in a haystack. I think..."

Before he finished speaking, Qian Xiaosan suddenly looked into the distance and said, "Chief, it looks like smoke from cooking."

"What smoke? That's the fog in the mountains." Cao Qingsheng shook his head disapprovingly.

"If you are tired, Chief Cao, you can go back first." Zhang Yi was really annoyed with this chattering guy. He retorted, then waved his hand and led his men towards the direction Qian Xiaosan pointed.

The mountain road was steep and looked close, but it was not easy to climb. It took Zhang Yi and others half an hour to finally find the direction of the smoke.

But at this moment it was completely dark, pitch black, and the road could not be seen at all.

Qian Xiaosan smiled, stood in an open area, found the wind direction, sniffed his nose, and said proudly: "Chief, there is a smell of rice, which means the target is nearby."

Zhang Yi sniffed but found nothing. He looked at Qian Xiaosan suspiciously and thought to himself that this guy has such a sharp nose.

"We fanned out and groped our way forward. No one could make any noise."

"Yes."

In the darkness, everyone held their breath and moved slowly, with only sparse friction sounds and the whistling of cold wind.

After moving forward for about twenty meters, they saw a ray of light appear in front of everyone. Judging from the shadow, it seemed to be a simple wooden house.

"Chief, I found it."

"Don't talk, take a rest for a minute, recover your strength, and check your weapons." Zhang Yi warned, his tone becoming stern:
"Remember, don't turn on the flashlight until the very end. Catch them alive."

"Yes." Everyone nodded and excitedly began to carefully check the magazines.

A minute passed in a flash. Zhang Yi glanced at the cabin in the dark and waved his hand, saying, "Move."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of plainclothes officers immediately spread out in a fan shape and crawled towards the cabin.

"Bang." The moment the two plainclothes officers approached the wooden house, they jumped up and kicked the small wooden door open.

"Don't move."

As the flashlights came on, plainclothes officers rushed in.

Zhang Yi walked into the cabin and saw that the plainclothes police had already controlled a man.

The man was about thirty years old, dressed like a coolie, with dark skin, faded blue pants and a dirty cotton robe, and his hair was messy.

The layout of the house was also very simple, with a bed made of straw, a small oil lamp, pots and pans next to it, and a brazier on the ground that was about to go out.

"Who are you?" The man pretended to be calm and frowned at the group of uninvited guests.

"Who are you?"

"I am a hunter in the mountains." As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Xiaosan slapped him in the face.

"Are you kidding me? When did hunters become so rich?" Qian Xiaosan pointed at the thousands of French francs that were searched from him.

The man sneered, and when his lie was exposed, he simply closed his eyes and said nothing.

"Chief, I've found something." The monkey dug through the haystack and found a wooden box inside. Inside was a parcel delivery machine as small as a cigar box, several dry batteries, and a set of tools for measuring the climate - a compass, aneroid barometer, hygrometer, etc.

The evidence is conclusive, and it is obvious that this person is the weather spy of Hiroyoshi Kimura's gang.

But what puzzled Zhang Yi was that Kimura Hiroyoshi confessed that he had three subordinates. What about the other two?
"What about the rest?"

The man sneered and remained silent.

"Another diehard." Zhang Yi sneered, "Punish him."

(End of this chapter)