My spy diary

Chapter 251 Night (asking for monthly ticket)
As the sun sets, the red sun is like an aging beauty, slowly sinking towards the horizon with its last brightness and shyness.

Smoke from the cooking fires in Ruyi Lane also rose up.

The housewives came back from the market carrying juicy lotus roots and cabbages, while the men lit a stove in the alley.

Old Yang walked into the alley with his hands behind his back. The neighbors stopped what they were doing and greeted him respectfully with gratitude.

A smile appeared on Lao Yang's nonchalant face at this time, and he nodded and walked into his own door.

Seeing him walking away, a housewife gossiped, "Old Yang is getting old, his back is hunched."

"Hey, an old man and a young wife, how can they not have a hunchback? I think it's mainly because of the waist."

"Bah, Wang Lao Er, you stinky bachelor, are you eavesdropping on other people's affairs again?"

"What's the big deal? They say women are like wolves at 30 and tigers at 40. Hey, Li's family, are your dead men jealous of you?"

"Wang Laoer, you're going to die!" The woman from Old Li's family was no pushover either. She came up and twisted Wang Laoer's ear, scaring him so much that he covered his head and ran away, making everyone laugh.

An old scholar-like man adjusted his glasses and scolded Wang Laoer: "Wang kid, you should have a little conscience. If it weren't for Lao Yang, you would have been beaten to death by the Japanese. Stop making up stories behind his back."

"Yes, Lao Yang is a good man. Take our alley for example. Who hasn't received his kindness? We have escaped from the Japanese, and Lao Yang is about to retire. Hey, do you think life will be better in the future?"

"What a bullshit! At least the prices didn't go up when the Japanese were here. Now, cabbage is only 2 yuan. Do they want us ordinary people to survive?"

"Okay, stop talking about politics. We ordinary people only have firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea in our lives."

"Old Master, I don't agree with this. Why don't you talk about what you said about this country?"

"That's called living and dying for the country."

"Yes, that's what it said. Come, old man, read it to me. I heard that when the air defense alarm was sounded today, several Japanese planes were hit. Newspapers were selling like crazy. The damn Japanese have suffered the consequences." Wang Laoer came back at some point with a crumpled newspaper in his hand.

"Let me see." The old scholar took the newspaper and nodded with satisfaction when he saw that everyone had gathered around him. He read aloud: "It's sunny today."

"Let's get to the point"

“Less show-off”

The men were talking at once, urging the old man to read the newspaper quickly. The old man was afraid of offending everyone, so he immediately started to talk.
At this time, Lao Yang had already returned home.

The Yang family was relatively wealthy in Ruyi Lane. There was a bright patio at the entrance, with all kinds of neatly trimmed flowers and plants on both sides.

The hostess was watering the flowers and plants. She looked to be about 27 or 28 years old, with delicate makeup on her face. Her slender eyebrows were slightly raised, and the light rouge at the corners of her eyes made her look more charming.

She had fashionable big wavy hair and was wearing a silk pajamas that revealed half of her smooth calves. She was wearing slippers and her scarlet nail polish was a little dazzling under the light.

"Master is back and the meal is ready." Seeing Lao Yang, the woman's mouth corners slightly raised with a faint smile.

"Is my daughter back? Where's my son?"

Old Yang glanced into the room and asked.

"I heard that the school is suspended today, and the school is organizing them to visit the destroyed Japanese fighter planes." The woman took out a handkerchief embroidered with peonies, patted the dust off Lao Yang's body, and walked in with his arm.

As he walked, he said, "Your precious son has not returned home early since he entered the police station. You must take good care of him."

"That's your son, too."

As soon as Old Yang finished speaking, a sweaty young man ran in. He was strong and looked to be in his early twenties, with a student's immaturity on his face. He was so excited that he was shaking the newspaper in his hand: "Dad, good news, the Air Force shot down a Japanese fighter plane. I want to join the army and fight the Japanese."

"No." Lao Yang and the woman said in unison.

"Why not? Do I have to be an honest man in the police station for the rest of my life like you, Dad?"

"Xiaojun, you are still young."

As soon as the woman answered, she was interrupted by Yang Jun. He looked at the woman with disdain and said, "I call you little mother, do you really think you are the mistress of this family? It's not your turn to intervene in my affairs."

Old Yang was also furious. He twisted his son's shoulders and asked, "How can you talk like that? Why don't you apologize to your mother?"

"Does she deserve it? Wang Yazhu, don't think I don't know your little things." Yang Jun looked at the furious woman, got rid of his father's big hand, turned around and rushed into his bedroom and closed the door.
The back-and-forth confrontation made the whole dinner seem dull. Mr. and Mrs. Yang and their 6-year-old daughter finished their meal hastily. After serving their daughter to rest, the woman wanted to go out with a cold face, but was stopped by Mr. Yang.

She unceremoniously shook off her husband's hand and yelled, "What are you doing? Do you still want to take care of your son?"

"problem occurs."

Lao Yang's voice was very small, but it stunned Wang Yazhu.

Not only was the door of Old Yang Xianwan's bedroom closed, but even the windows were tightly closed.

An old wooden radio on the bedside table was playing news from the "Wuhan Temporary Central Broadcasting", which was reporting on the air force shooting down a Japanese fighter plane in Wuhan this afternoon.

But these contents were just background sounds, and neither Lao Yang nor Wang Yazhu paid any attention to them.

Wang Yazhu's eyes had long lost their charm. She frowned as she listened to what happened before and after the rice shop was searched, and whispered to Lao Yang, "So it was you who betrayed Zheng Li, and then they followed Zheng Li to find Heilang?"

"Zhao Xigen notified me to go. Even if I didn't tell them, they could find out the truth after some time. Rather than lying and being suspected, it's better to go with the flow and gain their trust." Old Yang was silent for a while, then sighed, "Maybe I thought things were simple. I didn't expect that the person I met was Zhang Yi. He's not a simple person. I wanted to warn Black Wolf after I got out, but I was afraid of being monitored and followed, so I deliberately went in a circle. Who would have thought that they would act faster than I expected."

"Does he suspect you?" Wang Yazhu's tone revealed a hint of uneasiness, and she raised her hand to make an erasing gesture.

Old Yang shook his head. "So many empire agents have failed. Having experienced assassination attempts before, he must be on guard. Let alone assassination, it's hard to get close to him."

"Although he may not be suspicious of me, my presence outside the rice shop today will already attract his attention. It is best for us not to do anything at this time."

Old Yang recalled the stinging pain he felt when he left the rice shop, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart. The older you get, the less courageous you become? Old Yang shook his head, waved away the bad thoughts in his mind, looked at his wife and asked, "How is Zhao Xigen?"

Zhao Xigen was the newly appointed police chief after the National Government took over control of the former Japanese Concession.

"I think he called me to make an appointment with me because he wanted to send you out. This bastard is so bold that he actually touched me in the office. If he wasn't useful, I would have killed him long ago." Wang Yazhu sneered, "I guess your good son saw me when I left."

"A new emperor appoints new ministers. Zhao Xigen will not trust the police station's retained personnel, so we must persuade him to defect as soon as possible. If that doesn't work, wait until this period of time has passed and then get rid of him."

"It will be easy for me to catch her." Wang Yazhu smiled proudly and gently took off her pajamas, revealing her smooth shoulders. She was wearing a pink bellyband inside, tied with a rope. It was already crooked at this moment, and most of her white snow-white breasts were exposed, trembling.

Lao Yang's eyes suddenly widened and his breathing became rapid. He rushed forward impatiently, but in just a moment, he deflated like a punctured ball.

But Lao Yang did not stop. He took out his belt and started whipping the woman's pink back.

The woman whimpered and struggled, and Lao Yang's movements became more violent.

After a moment, accompanied by an unbearable "hmm", Wang Yazhu's face turned red and her body began to tremble slightly.

"Someone."

Old Yang didn't seem surprised. He walked to the door holding the belt and suddenly opened it. There was a "bang" and a flash of darkness passed by the wall, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps, which caused the dogs in the alley to bark wildly.

"Wang Laoer, you damn bastard." As the dog barked, the woman from Old Li's family came out to curse again.

Old Yang stood at the door, looked into the darkness for a while, then looked away and saw that the lights in his daughter and son's bedrooms were off. He returned to the bedroom without saying a word, lowered his head in silence and put on his shoes.

"You want to go out? What if it's a trap? Maybe he has been dead for a long time, and this kind of thing..." Wang Yazhu hesitated to speak.

"We have to find him, whether alive or dead." Old Yang sensed Wang Yazhu's doubts and concerns. As a husband, he should have responded with gentle comfort, but their relationship was first a work partner, and then a husband and wife. He said in the tone of a team leader:

"Heilang made an early warning call before he was arrested, and everyone else evacuated urgently. I would not take action before I knew which hospital he was in and whether he was still alive. And I wouldn't have to do anything, but we always have to be prepared for the worst."

"He was arrested suddenly, and he probably didn't have time to hand over his work to the second person in charge. If you want to contact the new person in charge, you can only use the emergency plan. But now the radio and code book are probably in the hands of the Secret Service. This channel is no longer safe. You can only advertise in the newspaper. But you said that Zhang Yi has been paying attention to you. Not to mention him, the Military Control Commission also has a Postal Inspection Office. If you advertise in the newspaper, wouldn't that be a trap for you?"

"You don't know this. The director of the Postal Inspection Office, Ding Mocun, was dismissed for corruption. He was afraid of being held accountable, so he fled a long time ago. We can take advantage of the gap when the Secret Service took over to fish in troubled waters. Besides, why should I do it myself? Wouldn't it be better to find a scapegoat?" Old Yang said with a proud smile.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Although Ding Mocun has been dismissed from his post, he still holds the rank of major general. Such a person still has appeal in the Central Bureau of Investigation and the Military Bureau of Investigation. He is also greedy for money. Can we persuade him to defect?" Wang Yazhu was eager to make a move.

"He is not only greedy for money but also lustful." Old Yang laughed sarcastically, glanced at the woman's snow-white body, and shook his head, "It's out of reach. Besides, this is not our mission."

The woman was silent for a while, shook her head, and looked at him blankly: "Then why are you going out?"

"Meet an old friend."

Old Yang smiled mysteriously, opened the cupboard, took out shoe covers and gloves, and finally took out a box of incense, took out a stick from the middle, and slowly walked out of the room.

He stood in the yard for a while, then calmly climbed out from the backyard.

His target was the room where his neighbor Wang Laoer was.

Although Wang Laoer was the second child, he was the only child. His eldest son died young, his parents were killed by the Japanese, and he himself was bitten on the leg by a Japanese police dog. He was saved only after Lao Yang, a patrolman at a Japanese police station, spent money to get help.

So Wang Laoer grew up eating at many people's homes. The two houses left by his parents were sold by him a long time ago, and now only an attic is left.

Old Yang went up to the attic skillfully and stood at the door and listened for a while. A slight snoring sound was heard from the room. Old Yang silently took out a flint lighter, lit the incense, and then reached into the room.

A few minutes later, Lao Yang listened for a while again and found that the breathing sounds in the room became longer.

Only then did he feel at ease and took out a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket, found a piece of wire that looked like a pin, pinched it in his hand, and then inserted the wire into the crack of the door. Soon the bolt inside the house was opened.

Old Yang went in but came out in a flash. He cleaned up the incense ashes on the ground and left calmly.

Instead of going home, he turned and went to another house.

It was still the same skillful wall-climbing movement, but this time it took him a little longer. More than ten minutes later, Lao Yang came out of the gate of this house wearing gloves and holding something wrapped in oil paper. He left the gate ajar and came to Wang Xiaoer's courtyard again, stopping in front of the flower bed in the courtyard.

He pricked up his ears and listened to the noises around him for a while, then took out something from the oil paper bag, dug a hole in the flower bed, and buried the thing.

After doing all this, he carefully checked the scene and saw that there were no clues left. Then he slowly left the yard and climbed over the wall to go home again.

In the bedroom, Wang Yazhu heard the noise and immediately turned on a desk lamp, but when she saw Lao Yang's cold eyes, she immediately turned off the light.

Old Yang closed the door gently, groped his way to the stove, picked up the fire tongs and poked it. Soon, flames jumped up. He threw all the gloves, shoe covers and oil paper into the stove, watched everything turn into dust, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, lifted the quilt and went to bed, saying:

"Go to sleep."

Wang Yazhu lay obediently in Lao Yang's arms.

After a while, the woman began to snore softly, but as soon as Lao Yang closed his eyes, the pair of eyes that seemed to pierce his back appeared in his mind, and he no longer felt sleepy at all.

Not knowing what he was thinking of, Lao Yang immediately got out of bed and walked barefoot behind the window.

Slowly lifting a corner of the curtain, he looked up at a building opposite.

It was a gloomy night outside the window. There was nothing but a few stars. Occasionally, there were the barking of dogs and the howling of wild cats.

Old Yang shook his head, lowered the curtains, and lay back on the bed. He thought to himself that the only omission had been resolved tonight, and there was no more loophole. No one could suspect him.
Perhaps Lao Yang's intuition was not wrong. The lights were also off in a house in the building opposite. Zheng Huhe, wrapped in a coat, also lifted a corner of the curtain and stared at Lao Yang's house.

There are still many people who have not fallen asleep tonight.

Zhang Yi is currently at the Army Hospital, checking the safety and security of the "patients".

(End of this chapter)