My spy diary

Chapter 252 Intelligence (please vote)

[Today’s information has been refreshed]

[1. You met Lao Yang today and obtained relevant information. Lao Yang, Yang Xianwan, real name Uchino Kenta, 58 years old, codenamed Night Owl, is the head of the Special High Section of the Japanese Consulate Police Department in Hankou.]

Zhang Yi was horrified. He had not expected that this plain-looking and harmless Old Yang was actually a latent, extremely dangerous and senior Japanese spy.

He took the file of this person that Monkey had found from the police station. Old Yang was born in 1880, the year of Gengchen, which was the sixth year of the Guangxu period.

This person joined the police station in 1898, the year when Japan established the Japanese Concession in Hankou, and the police station became a police station.

According to the time, the Special High Section of Japan had just been established at that time. (The Special High Section was affiliated with the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Japan. Its original duty was to maintain domestic social order and stability and prevent domestic rebellion. However, as Japan began to invade China and the Far East, its functions changed rapidly. The Special High Section was set up in the police stations of Japanese consulates in various places occupied by Japan, specifically responsible for espionage and intelligence activities invading China.)
Zhang Yi didn’t know what role Lao Yang played in this, but a Japanese man had been dressing up as a Chinese for decades. It was chilling how deeply this man hid himself.

[2. You met Lao Yang today and obtained relevant information. Lao Yang’s wife Wang Yazhu, whose real name is Yeshan Lihua, is codenamed Linghu.]

The night owl represents sharpness and mystery, while the fox symbolizes wit and flexibility.

Zhang Yi was very curious about what secrets this old man and young wife spy group "Night Fox" were hiding.

[3. You met the rice shop owner Fukushima today and obtained relevant information. Fukushima's real name is Fukushima Shinichi, codenamed Heijiu, and he is the head of the Night Fox Group's intelligence station. Fukushima Shinichi has sent an evacuation signal to (Matsuura Katsuto) Zhu Kongjiang.]

The head of the Night Fox Team's intelligence station? Matsuura Katsuto?
Based on this intelligence, Zhang Yi analyzed that the Night Fox Group should adopt a different structure from previous spies.

There are generally two types of architectures for spy organizations: series circuits and parallel circuits.

The advantage of a series circuit is that it is relatively stable, but if one part is broken, the entire circuit will fail. Spy organizations use this kind of architecture, which has a high safety factor, but the overall efficiency is not high.

Parallel circuits do not affect each other and have low resistance, but the risk factor increases rapidly. Once one member of the team is arrested, the safety of the person in charge will be directly endangered.

Zhang Yi guessed that Lao Yang should be the person who is above the organizational structure. He only contacts the person in charge of the intelligence station, and other people probably don't know his identity.

Now that Shinichi Fukushima has been "arrested", the spy organization must have a new person in charge to run the work if it wants to operate normally. He is very curious about how Lao Yang got in touch with this person.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Zhang Yi was reviewing the confession record of the traitor Zheng Li when Monkey pushed the door open and reported.

"Section Chief, the neighbor of the old Yang family has died."

Zhang Yi raised his eyebrows before starting an external investigation on Lao Yang. His neighbor died?

"How did you die?"

"Knife wound."

"Go and have a look."

When we arrived at the scene, we saw seven or eight policemen standing in a circle, all with serious expressions.

Someone angrily cursed: "Fuck, who is so cruel that he would attack a 70 or 80-year-old man who is powerless? I curse him to have no sons."

Zhang Yi and his companions made a gap in the crowd and squeezed in, only to see a man with a white beard who looked like an old scholar lying on the ground with his face up.

He died with his eyes open, and beneath him was a pool of blood that had long since solidified.

Zhang Yi saw Lao Yang among the police and asked, "Who died?"

Old Yang had a sad face, but he calmed down and said, "The deceased is called Shao Zaoyou, 73 years old this year, a scholar in the Guangxu period. Everyone called him the old scholar. He had no children, no enemies, and no one had heard of him having a conflict with anyone. No one knew which beast would attack such a person."

He pointed to a middle-aged policeman wearing glasses and said, "This is the forensic doctor."

Then he added in a low voice: "Although he is a forensic doctor trained by the Japanese, he is indeed quite capable."

Zhang Yi nodded and asked the forensic doctor: "Did you find anything?"

The forensic doctor frowned and said, "There are a total of six knife wounds on the deceased's body, three in the abdomen, three in the back, and multiple internal organs have been cut. The murder weapon should be a dagger-like knife, but..."

"But what?"

"The knife wounds on his body were very strange, and the direction of the knife didn't seem to be caused by a normal person."

"What do you mean?"

"Some of the wounds were stabbed upwards, and some were stabbed downwards. The murderer seemed very flustered, as if he had deliberately stabbed the victim, but there were no special traces left at the scene, which is very contradictory. I have also asked the neighbors. Although the old man is old, he has always been in good health. If someone wanted to kill him, he would definitely resist. However, there is no trace of the murderer's clothes under his fingernails. It is very likely that he was controlled by the murderer without resisting. He may know the murderer. I guess it was an acquaintance who committed the crime."

"Anything else you found?" Zhang Yi squatted on the ground and observed the corpse.

The forensic doctor pointed to a pattern formed by the blood wave and said, "This is the only suspicious part. It looks like a bracelet or bracelet beads fell on the ground. I suspect it was dropped by the murderer."

"Bracelets?" A policeman immediately asked Lao Yang: "Lao Yang, do any of your neighbors wear bracelets or jewelry?"

"Let me think about it." Old Yang frowned and thought, "Can I draw a rough outline of what he looks like?"

"What's the big deal?" The policeman chuckled, took out some banknotes, and with a few strokes, a piece of jewelry that looked like Buddhist beads appeared on it.

"Wang Lao Er, it was Wang Lao Er who killed Lao Fu Zi." The policeman had just shown the jewelry when an angry middle-aged woman squeezed in from the crowd and said, "I recognize this kind of jewelry. Wang Lao Er next door was wearing this kind of jewelry."

"Yes, I have seen it, too."

"I remember now. Last night, the old man scolded Wang Lao Er. This bastard must have held a grudge against him, so he killed him."

"Where are Mr. Wang and his partner?"

"He went out early in the morning. I think this guy must have escaped."

"Let's go and search his house!"

The neighbors who were watching the scene were talking at once, filled with indignation, and they led the police straight to Wang Xiaoer's home.

Zhang Yi didn't move. He glanced at the blood-stained part of the corpse's neck, then looked at the bumpy dirt ground and sneered in his heart.

The ground was uneven, and the head of the corpse was high, while the deceased was stabbed in the waist and abdomen. Everyone knows that water flows to lower places, and blood will only flow to the door. How could it soak the neck?
It was very simple. Someone had moved the body. Why? In order to deliberately let the blood soak through the Buddhist beads, leaving a pattern and pointing all the clues to Wang Laoer.

A picture quickly formed in his mind. After killing the person, the murderer deliberately threw Buddhist beads on the ground, but after waiting for a long time, no blood flowed. In order not to leave any traces, he directly dragged the feet of the corpse, and after the blood flowed down, he calmly picked up the Buddhist beads and left. In this way, the murder scene was successfully set up.

He thought so in his heart, but he didn't show it at all. He glanced at Lao Yang who was also standing there. Before Zhang Yi could speak, Lao Yang asked, "Captain Zhang, did you find anything?" "No." Zhang Yi shook his head and asked, "Does this Wang Lao Er have a criminal record?"

"No." Old Yang waved his hands: "Although this kid is a bit thieving, I don't believe he has the guts to kill someone."

As soon as he finished speaking, a noisy discussion broke out from next door. A policeman ran over and said, "Sir, we found the murder weapon and blood-stained Buddhist beads in the flowerbed in the yard where Wang Laoer lived. Now the evidence is irrefutable. Wang Laoer must have killed the person. I suggest that a warrant be issued for his arrest immediately."

Everything went smoothly and fit perfectly.

Zhang Yi said happily: "Report to the Wuhan Police Headquarters immediately and issue a city-wide wanted notice."

After giving the order, he looked at Lao Yang and said, "It seems that this Wang Lao Er is really the murderer."

Old Yang looked sad: "How could it be him? How could this kid do this?"

Zhang Yi watched his performance silently, with a huge doubt in his mind: who is the murderer? Why did he put the blame on Wang Laoer? If it was Lao Yang, why did he kill a 73-year-old man?
And it was at this moment that I began to doubt him. At this moment, it is better to be still than to move. Shouldn't he be more restrained?
Or does the old man know some secrets about him?
Although he knew that this person was a Japanese spy, how could Zhang Yi prove it?
A veteran spy like Lao Yang, no matter what he was thinking in his heart or what unknown deeds he did in secret, at least on the surface, his resume, identity background, experience, and even whereabouts were flawless. Of course, even the most perfect disguise may have loopholes, just like he has started to make mistakes now.

After leaving Ruyi Lane, Zhang Yi met at a secret teahouse.

Zheng Huhe said: "Section Chief, your suspicion is correct. There is something wrong with this Old Yang."

"Although I couldn't see the whole picture of his home from my surveillance point, it was right in front of his bedroom. The light in his bedroom went out at 11 o'clock last night, and it came on again at 03:, and then went out again immediately. I suspect he went out at this time.

Half an hour later, he drew aside the curtain and peered out, probably realizing he was being watched, for this man had a keen sense of smell.

"Ten to eleven o'clock, Shao Zaoyou was killed around this time." Zhang Yi nodded and shook his head, "We don't have any evidence now, what else can we observe?"

"The hostess of the Yang family went out to buy vegetables in the morning. She and Wang Laoer next door went out at the same time. Although they did not take the same route, she stayed in the vegetable market for half an hour before coming out. No one knows whether she went anywhere else in the middle of the way."

Zhang Yi thought about it for a while, and it really was connected. Maybe Wang Laoer had been silenced?
Zheng Huhe asked: "Should we bug his house?"

Zhang Yi shook his head and denied it. "If they are really spies, they must have received rigorous training to hide so deeply. They must have developed special habits when eating and sleeping. They must have cleaned and checked their nests regularly. If they were discovered installing eavesdropping devices, it would only alert the enemy."

He glanced at Zheng Huhe and said, "Every hidden spy is standing on the edge of a cliff. If they are not careful, they will be doomed. In the past, the Japanese Concession was their world. They monitored the Chinese people's thoughts, banned anti-Japanese words and deeds, collected intelligence, destroyed anti-Japanese underground organizations, arrested and interrogated agents, and monitored the words and deeds of pseudo-executives. This was their job. But now the roles are reversed. They have become prey. Even if there is a fly in the house, it will make them nervous."

"So we need to be more careful and cautious in our next work." Zhang Yi saw Zheng Huhe nod, and then said, "Believe it or not, he may have already gone to the place where you stayed last night to check."

Zheng Huhe said confidently: "There is no owner there. I restored everything when I left. He must have gained nothing."

"All of these vacant rooms nearby need to be searched."

Lao Yang gave a few instructions to the patrolmen, then rode his bicycle towards the police station.

Just now, he took the opportunity of the wanted Wang Laoer to carefully check the room opposite his house, but found nothing. Although he was a little confused, the haze in his heart finally dissipated.

When we arrived at the police station, a policeman from the archives department greeted us warmly, glanced around, and whispered, "Old Yang, someone checked your file before leaving get off work yesterday. It was said to be from the secret service department. Did you get promoted?"

Old Yang understood clearly that Zhang Yi was investigating him from the outside. He shook his head and said, "What high position? How could the Secret Service think highly of me? Besides, I'm about to retire. I just helped them a little. Oh, by the way, I didn't come this morning. Director Zhao didn't say anything, right?"

"Chief Zhao isn't here either." The policeman sneered, and suddenly said, "By the way, Old Yang, what's wrong with your kid? As soon as he got to work, he asked his captain to resign, saying that he wanted to join the army to fight the Japanese. Don't we know what the Japanese are like? Isn't it good to live a good life? He has to make trouble. You should try to persuade him."

"Alas, the son has grown up and is no longer under the control of his father. This little bastard only knows how to make trouble. I have to go find him." After saying this, he went out and rode his bicycle away at lightning speed.

On the other side, a man was riding on Lao Yang's wife Wang Yazhu on the big bed in the hotel.

As the man's breathing quickened and his thrusts quickened, the woman felt the hot blood suddenly rushing to her brain. An almost anesthetic tingling sensation was released from the soles of her feet and quickly spread throughout her body. She couldn't stop screaming.

As the two men were almost exhausted, the man lit a cigarette with a smug look on his face and asked, "How's it? Better than that loser Old Yang, right?"

Wang Yazhu closed her eyes and said nothing. Ten years ago, her instructor had thrown her to the ground and torn her clothes to shreds with a few strokes. His movements were skillful and calm, like an experienced butcher slaughtering a lamb.

In her first lesson as a female spy, Wang Yazhu did not dare to resist and allowed herself to be manipulated by the other party. Thinking about it now, it is still unforgettable.

After marrying Lao Yang, after a few years of messing around, she felt happy for the first time.

But she was a spy, and how could a spy tell the truth? So she just glanced at the man and said, "Director Zhao, you succeeded on our second meeting. Would you cherish something that comes so easily?"

Director Zhao Xigen's name sounds a bit rustic, but he is tall and elegant. He stroked the woman's round buttocks and laughed: "Every woman has the desire to cheat, just like every man longs to possess a virgin. A man's possession is like a battlefield. As long as you occupy it, you get it. But I, Zhao, never lose money on my women, so how about this..."

Director Zhao said as he took out a small yellow croaker and a bunch of keys from his briefcase on the bedside table: "I have an apartment in the city, you can move there, and I'll come to see you anytime I'm free."

The woman didn't answer and asked, "Aren't you afraid of rumors from the police station? If Lao Yang knew about it, he would definitely kill me."

"How dare he!" Director Zhao snorted coldly, "I will order him to go on a business trip somewhere else in a moment."

"No need." The woman shook her head and said coquettishly, "You are trying to hide your lover in a golden nest. If I go, what will happen to my daughter?"

"Then let's do this. You take her with you to the mountain city. I've already sent the old hag home there. You can just say she's my cousin from outside the Great Wall. She hasn't seen her anyway."

"Going to the mountain city? What about you?"

"Me? I'll come find you soon." The man blew out a smoke ring and said, "It's a consensus that Wuhan cannot be defended. I don't think it will last long. Once the city is breached, the Japanese army will surely burn, kill and loot. I don't feel comfortable leaving you here."

The woman's eyebrows twinkled, and she leaned into the man's arms docilely, saying, "When you mentioned your cousin outside the Great Wall, it suddenly occurred to me that I have a cousin in Shanghai, and I don't know how she is doing now. Hey, can you take her to the mountain city as well?"

"is it beautiful?"

"What do you mean?" the woman said angrily.

"What's the big deal?" Director Zhao laughed. "Lust is a common problem among men. Which successful man doesn't have three wives and four concubines? And now it's popular to marry college students. The younger, prettier and more talented they are, the more it shows a man's ability. You have to know that when people reach middle age, they can still hold their youth in their hands and play with it at will. This sense of accomplishment is still very fascinating."

"What a twisted theory." The woman glared at the man and said seriously, "I'm telling you the truth. My cousin and I grew up together. I don't even know how she lives in Shanghai. I don't even have any contact information."

"Put an ad in the newspaper, a missing person notice." The man smiled disapprovingly, "Shen Bao has a branch in Wuhan. Tell me the name later and I'll ask Secretary Liu to get it done for you. If it's in time, as long as your cousin is in Shanghai, she can see it tonight."

"Thank you, Chief." The woman gave him a passionate kiss with gratitude.

"You're still being polite to me." Director Zhao laughed. Thinking about the woman's trembling and convulsing just now, he felt hot inside again.

"After the newspaper is published, we can contact the new person in charge." Wang Yazhu smiled hypocritically to please Director Zhao, but this was what she was thinking in her heart.

(End of this chapter)