My spy diary

Chapter 246 Report (please vote for me)

"Did the search yield anything?"

"A lot of money was found in Ishikawa Yasuyoshi's residence, and measuring equipment such as a compass, aneroid barometer, and air humidity meter were found in the mute's room, but no radio station was found."

"Deal with the bodies of the dead spies, and bring the others back to the secret service. Interrogate them severely, and don't leave any of their belongings behind. Search all the rooms again, especially to see if there are any secret passages or cellars."

Zhang Yi glanced at Ishikawa Yasuyoshi, who still had an arrogant look on his face, and gave orders expressionlessly.

"Yes." The monkey responded respectfully and turned to leave. Zhang Yi snapped his fingers to signal him to wait.

"Let's go and take a look together." Zhang Yi signaled the plainclothes escort Ishikawa Yasuyoshi to walk in front, observing his expression as they walked.

Ishikawa Yasuyoshi sneered, his eyes full of contempt.

Zhang Yi disagreed and asked, "Ishikawa, I heard that there are many murders in Japan, and detectives are quite famous. They like to write detective novels and study criminal psychology. It is said that after some murders, there is a 50% chance that the criminals will return to the scene within 24 hours after the incident to check. Is this true?"

Ishikawa Yasuyoshi snorted coldly, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he held back and kept his lips tightly closed, as if he was keeping the last secret.

Zhang Yi continued: "In fact, when people hide things, their mentality is the same as that of criminals. On the one hand, they are proud of their masterpieces, but on the other hand, they are afraid that others will find the flaws.
Did you have this mentality after you hid the things? Do you think there would be witnesses when you went back to check? Would the witnesses give you a confession? "

Ishikawa's expression froze for a moment, but he soon realized Zhang Yi's intention, smiled contemptuously, and regained his calm look.

Returning to the temple again, we walked along the winding bluestone path and soon arrived in front of the main hall.

Zhang Yi did not go in. Instead, he looked curiously at the incense burner with smoke rising from it and asked, "Is it hidden here?"

Seeing that Ishikawa remained silent, he pointed at the gilded statue of the Buddha and asked, "Is it here?"

Seeing the disdain in Ishikawa's eyes growing stronger, Zhang Yicai suddenly realized something and pointed to the donation box next to the incense burner, saying, "I guess it's here."

The merit box in Jing'an Temple is very large. It is made of wood and painted red. The opening faces upward and there is only one coin slot on the surface, which is difficult for ordinary people to open easily.

The corners of Ishikawa's mouth twitched involuntarily.

He really couldn't understand why the other party guessed it right even though he didn't even look at the donation box.
"Section Chief?" The monkey was stunned at first, then seemed to understand something and immediately stepped forward to open the merit box.

"Bang!" As the dusty and rusty iron lock fell off, stacks of fragrant and musty smelling banknotes fell to the ground.

The monkey knocked on the inner wall, sneered, and punched through the wooden board. A small box suddenly appeared inside, which contained a radio transmitter, a military camera, a box of film, several maps and photos.

"Chief, how did you know the thing was hidden here?" The monkey was obviously a good supporting actor. Although Ishikawa Yasuyoshi's face was full of reluctance and annoyance, he also pricked up his ears, obviously curious about the answer.

Zhang Yi smiled and said: "This is what is commonly known as the darkest place under the lamp. Sometimes, we fall into a 'blind spot' of a fixed mindset or habit. Our attention is often attracted by a specific goal or problem, and we turn a blind eye to those common things that are right in front of us."

"I see. The section chief is really sharp." Monkey was impressed. He took a photo and sniffed it. He said, "It should take two days to develop it."

The photo shows a female soldier from the Hankou Garrison. She is wearing a neat military uniform and a military coat, with a pistol in her hand and a holster slung across her waist.

Her status was not high, but her eyes were filled with a righteous murderous aura, and her slightly chubby face showed not only determination, but also a hint of melancholy.

Judging from the angle and background of the photo, it must have been taken secretly. Zhang Yi asked, "Did you find the developer?"

"No."

"So, the photos were sent by someone else?" Zhang Yi looked at Ishikawa coldly: "It seems that there are still accomplices of yours in Wuhan City!"

Ishikawa Yasuyoshi was now in despair. He sneered and said stubbornly, "Everyone in the Empire of Japan can be a spy. You can never catch them all."

He glanced at the female soldier in the photo and laughed sarcastically: "The details reveal the whole. You even sent female soldiers to the battlefield, which shows how weak your national strength is. Therefore, the Empire of Japan will win the Sino-Japanese War."

Zhang Yi sneered: "Once the war started, regardless of north or south, regardless of age, in the face of the invaders, all conscientious Chinese were determined to sacrifice everything. What's wrong with the female soldier? She is defending her country and hometown, which is admirable.
We are not like you, sending our sisters to the front line as comfort women. I heard that you Japanese women are not ashamed of it, but proud of it. Do you have any family members, Ishikawa-kun? You have lost your usefulness after being arrested. Do you think they will send your family members to the front line as well?"

"Baka." Ishikawa could no longer hold it in. He roared in anger and rushed towards Zhang Yi, but was kicked to the ground by the plainclothes escort.

After returning to the Secret Service, Zhang Yi received bad news before he had time to report. Hiroyoshi Kimura, who was receiving treatment in the hospital, had died.

He immediately drove to the Army Hospital.

In the ward, Kimura was lying straight on the bed with a pencil stuck in his neck and blood everywhere. Zhang Yi felt his breath and found that he was already dead.

"What's going on?" Zhang Yi asked the plainclothes guard, staring at him.

"Chief Zhang, I don't know either." The plainclothes officer avoided his gaze.

"You'd better think carefully about how the pencil got into the ward. If you don't tell me, I'll shoot you." Zhang Yi said as he took out a loaded pistol and pointed it at his forehead.

"Chief, I said it was Secretary Mao and Chief He. They interrogated Kimura this morning."

"I said that no one can interrogate him without my order. Anyone? Do you think my words are nonsense?"

"Chief Zhang, we couldn't get through to your office. Chief He spoke up, so we..."

"Hmph." Zhang Yi snorted coldly. He didn't expect that just after he went up the mountain, he was taken advantage of by Mao Qiwu and He Zhiyuan. When did these two guys collude with each other again?

After returning to the Secret Service, Zhang Yi went straight to Mao Qiwu's office.

"Secretary Mao, was it you who interrogated Kimura that led to his suicide?"

Mao Qiwu was not panicked at all. He stroked his shiny hair and smiled with an innocent look of grievance:

"Brother Yunyi, don't be angry. To be honest, this is what the Director meant."

"Director?" Zhang Yi naturally knew that it was Boss Dai's intention, otherwise he, Mao Qiwu, would not have such courage. He cared about the result, so he pretended to be angry and said:

"But now that the person is dead, what is the gain?"

Mao Qiwu smiled awkwardly and said bitterly, "I was too hasty. I thought that using drugs would make him confess. But I can't say that he can always write it down. Who knew that this guy was so cunning and chose to commit suicide? I have been scolded by the director. Brother, it seems that the follow-up investigation depends on you."

"The dead cannot be resurrected, and there is nothing I can do." Zhang Yi shrugged speechlessly. He naturally knew where Kimura's notebook was and where he got the key, but now Kimura was dead and the information could not be justified. Sometimes you can use informants or secret channels to prevaricate and respond, but some things can only happen once and not twice. Unreasonable sources of information will always arouse the curiosity of others and even questioning and suspicion.

So the notebook issue still needs to be considered carefully.

He glanced at Mao Qiwu's round face and felt more and more hateful. He felt that what he said was not entirely true, so he said:
"Let him die. Anyway, we have obtained a lot of information."

"Yes, this guy has done a lot of bad things under the guise of a priest. Many people won't be able to sleep well if he doesn't die, and keeping him alive is also a trouble." Mao Qiwu agreed, but he was a little absent-minded. He raised his hand and glanced at his watch from time to time, as if he was waiting for a call or some important information.

"Brother, come and have some tea, Mingqian Longjing, try it."

Drinking tea naturally means seeing the guests off, but Zhang Yi didn't realize it and drank the tea happily. Seeing that Mao Qiwu was a little anxious, he asked with concern: "Secretary Mao, are you feeling unwell?"

"A little bit. Maybe I stayed up late last night and I'm a little tired." "Secretary Mao is really a hard worker. If everyone in the party and the country is like Secretary Mao, there will be no need to worry about the Japanese invaders not being destroyed."

"You are too kind, brother. I am just learning from you."

"Yes, I heard that during the Chicken and Goose Alley period, the seats were all open all night long."

Seeing that Zhang Yi was getting more and more excited and had no intention of leaving, Mao Qiwu was furious, but he couldn't do anything about it, so he could only frown and cover his stomach, saying:
"Brother Zhang, why don't you go ahead and do your work? I'm going to the bathroom."

"I'm still waiting for the director to report my work." Zhang Yi said, glancing at the documents on the table, pretending to be in a daze:

"Don't worry, Secretary Mao, I know the rules. The office door is open and I won't move."

"Deputy Section Chief Zhang, the director is not here. You were on the mountain last night and might not know that the man from Pagoda Mountain took advantage of the opportunity to pay homage to the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor and got into the car prepared in advance by Commander Hu. He has arrived in Hankou today. The Party and the country are going to hold a grand welcome banquet for him. He is one of the top figures in the Red Party. Don't you want to go and pay your respects?" Mao Qiwu said with a changed tone. He patted Zhang Yi on the shoulder and asked him to go out.

"Really? That's good news." Zhang Yi pretended to be surprised, waved his hand, walked out and closed the door.

He deliberately made some noise, waited for a few seconds, and suddenly pushed the door open and walked in again.

"Chief He, what's going on?" Inside the room, Mao Qiwu, who was on the phone, saw Zhang Yi coming back, his face changed, and he quickly covered the receiver, asking in confusion:
"Deputy Section Chief Zhang, anything else?"

"Oh, I was just halfway there when I suddenly remembered that your tea is good, so I shamelessly came back. Well, Mao Mi, aren't you feeling sick?"

"I'll take it, take it." Mao Qiwu wanted to curse, but he had a guilty conscience and couldn't vent. He said "wait a moment" into the phone, quickly opened the cupboard, took out two bags of tea and stuffed them into Zhang Yi's hands. He pushed him out of the door, watched Zhang Yi walk away, returned to the office, locked the door, and then picked up the phone.

"Zhang Yi, Zhang Yunyi, who else could it be? What are you suspecting? Didn't you say that the guards were your men and had issued a gag order? That's not the point. Only two of us participated in the interrogation. How could others know?" Mao Qiwu said, impatiently asking:
"Did you find anything?"

"What? The bank needs a token? Could it be among Kimura's belongings? No? So there's no hope?" Mao Qiwu sat down on the chair in disappointment.

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but Mao Qiwu's eyes lit up again:
"That's right. Just have your people keep an eye on him. Forget it. Let's send the new faces from the inspection office. Don't worry. The boss is determined to get this thing. It will be a great achievement if we get it in advance."

"Okay, I'll tell you when I have news." After hanging up the phone, Mao Qiwu rubbed his brows tiredly. He naturally did not tell the truth to Zhang Yi. Kimura did commit suicide, but he confessed that he hid the notebook in the Bank of Paris. Based on the portrait, the bank also confirmed that Kimura had indeed been to their bank, but the bank only recognized token keys, and the arrogant French did not know him, Mao Qiwu and He Zhiyuan.

Zhang Yi met Dai Chunfeng in the afternoon. He had just taken a shower and was wearing pajamas with a gloomy face.

When a Red Party member named Zhang came to Wuhan, the happiest person was naturally a certain Chang. He asked Boss Dai to take good care of Zhang's life.

So Boss Dai vacated the small Western-style building he had just found for Zhang to live in. He thought the principal wanted to give Zhang to him for use, and he was very proud of it.

After settling down, Boss Dai was told that the old man had handed over Zhang's security to Cai Mengjian, the chief of the Wuhan Police Department, and explicitly handed Zhang over to the Party Affairs Investigation Office, and sent the two Chen brothers to have a secret talk with Zhang.

Boss Dai was jealous but helpless as he saw the duck that was about to fly away.

After Xiang Xinying failed in her attempt to seduce the two Chen brothers last time, he had not been able to catch any evidence against them. He could not act rashly at this moment, so he set his sights on Ding Mocun, who was specifically responsible for Zhang's reception.

Ding Mocun was a major general senator and director of the Special Inspection Department of the Military Commission (the Third Department of the Military Control Commission, also known as the Postal Inspection Department). He was also a traitor to the Red Party. Later, he defected to the two Chen brothers and was regarded as their confidant. After the establishment of the Military Control Commission, he was recommended to be the director of the Third Department.

At this moment, Boss Dai is racking his brains to have someone collect information about Ding Mocun's misdeeds, and then report them to the old man, in order to launch an attack on the Party Affairs Investigation Office and the two Chen brothers behind it, in order to compete for control over Zhang.

When he saw Zhang Yi, he waved his hand calmly and asked, "I heard you had a good harvest in this morning's operation?"

Zhang Yi said: "According to Kimura's confession, we successfully found the hidden weather spy and Ishikawa Yasuyoshi who was disguised as a monk and his accomplices, and seized a lot of equipment such as radio stations and transmitters. This is the result of the potion provided by the director and the cooperation of the telecommunications department."

Boss Dai nodded. "Chief Daming has already reported to me that these devices are very useful to their telecommunications department. Now our intelligence personnel can pretend to be Japanese spies and send telegrams to Nanjing three times a day, saying that the weather is very bad and not suitable for bombing."

"Will the Japanese spies be suspicious?"

"Haha." Dai Chunfeng laughed twice and said indifferently:

"The radio messages were sent three times a day, and occasionally at 6 p.m. they would report weather conditions suitable for bombing. However, by that time, it would be dark when the Japanese planes arrived in Wuhan. They had no guidance from the ground, so it was difficult to carry out the bombing."

This can indeed increase credibility and avoid arousing suspicion from Japanese spies, but how long can it deceive people? Over time, the Japanese army will inevitably become suspicious, and if new spies are airdropped, the plan will inevitably be exposed.

But Zhang Yi felt that this was not enough, and he suggested: "Director, can you communicate with the prevention and control headquarters and organize an effective counterattack?"

Boss Dai sneered, "Where are the planes? We lost a lot of planes in the Battle of Shanghai. The ones we have now are of poor performance and slow speed. They can't catch up with the Japanese bombers at all."

"If." Zhang Yi thought, "What I mean is that we can pretend to be Japanese spies and send them weather information that can be bombed. After the Japanese reconnaissance planes return, our air force planes will take off in advance and hide in the clouds above the enemy planes. When the enemy planes arrive, we will suddenly attack from above."

Boss Dai's eyes lit up, he sat up straight and moved forward: "That's a good idea!"

He picked up the newspaper next to him and took a look at it, then sneered. The newspapers were all discussing Zhang's affairs. Since he couldn't gain any advantage, he might as well not join in the fun. If he made some noise on the anti-Japanese battlefield, and then got evidence of Ding Mocun's corruption, he could complain to the old man. Wouldn't it show that he was dedicated to the public?

Moreover, as long as he could destroy the Japanese fighter planes, he could also use the Air Force to intervene in the Aviation Inspection Station.

Although he now holds several positions and is in charge of the tax police and anti-smuggling department under the Ministry of Finance, and the Secret Service Department also has its own inspection department, he is still very enthusiastic about the various inspection offices for water transportation. These inspection offices are under the Military Commission, and they can all be taken over when the Military Control Commission is officially established, but he has never had the opportunity to intervene in the aviation inspection office.

This unit is not very conspicuous, but it is the best and most lucrative job in the inspection station. As long as you become an inspector of the aviation inspection station, you can get the best watch, gold pen and suit immediately.

Because these people can not only control airline tickets, but also engage in the black market. In particular, they can make a fortune most easily by interacting with big businessmen who speculate and smuggle on airplanes all day long.

What Boss Dai cares about most is that by controlling the Aviation Inspection Office, he can get hold of the whereabouts of those high-ranking officials or their wives and concubines, and even their leverage.

Moreover, some letters and newspapers are now sent by air through the post office in the form of registered mail or express mail. If we have control over the aviation inspection office, we can inspect them.

After figuring this out, Dai Chunfeng smiled with satisfaction: "It's indeed a good idea. I'll report to the chairman now."

Boss Dai was very satisfied. By attacking Ding Mo Village and seizing control of Zhang, he would be able to suppress the Party Affairs Investigation Office in the fight against the Red Party, thus pleasing the old man and striking at his competitors at the same time. As for the anti-Japanese war, it was his duty and it was a good opportunity to take advantage of the situation to expand the strength of the Secret Service. On the one hand, his career would rise step by step, and on the other hand, his wealth would increase. It was exciting just to think about it.

He smiled and leaned on the sofa, looking at Zhang Yi and asked, "Yun Yi, is your cooperation with Lao He in the Operations Department going well?"

"Section Chief He is a senior and very shrewd. I have learned a lot from him."

"He Zhiyuan!" Boss Dai sighed and said earnestly, "He is a little narrow-minded, but he is an old man and your superior, so you still have to report what you should report."

Zhang Yi looked ashamed and said, "You have taught me a lesson. I will reflect on my work and report to Chief He more often in the future."

"Let's not talk about this. You can handle this matter yourself." Boss Dai looked at him and said, "I heard about Kimura's incident. Now that he's dead, how are you going to investigate?"

Zhang Yi pretended to think: "I plan to start with his movements during his lifetime to see where he often went and who he interacted with."

"That's a way. You can do it yourself, but you have to hurry up."

"Yes." Zhang Yi nodded, said goodbye and left.

Dai Chunfeng looked at Zhang Yi's leaving back and smiled confidently. The young man is energetic and is like a sharp knife, but no matter who he is, no one can escape from the palm of his hand.

(End of this chapter)