My spy diary

Chapter 253 Connection (please vote for me)

"My dear sister, I have lost contact with you for more than a year due to the turmoil in this world. I miss you day and night. Now that I am living a better life, you can come to Han for a small gathering. The address is xxxx. I, Yazhu, respectfully write this."

In the office, Zhang Yi was reading the newspaper while listening to Monkey's report.

"The missing person notice was published by Director Zhao Xigen's secretary in the newspaper. It must have been Wang Yazhu's work. A few hours ago, they had a tryst in the hotel. From what we have learned from tracking, this woman must have received special training and has a strong anti-tracking awareness."

"So this woman also has a problem?" Zhang Yi guided the conversation.

"Yes." Monkey nodded and said, "We originally thought that Old Yang was too old and could not do anything, so this woman was fickle. And Zhao Xigen has long been rumored to be lustful. Pan Lu and Deng Xiaoxian, even in the police station, everyone has heard of this kind of thing. Now it seems that the woman may have taken the initiative to seduce."

In "Water Margin", Ximen Daguanren fell in love with Jinlian and asked Wang Ganniang for advice.

Ganniang Wang told him that all five things must be met.

First, Pan An’s appearance.

Second, the big ones are genuine, and those who know will understand.

Third, like Deng Tong, he was rich. He was a person from the Western Han Dynasty and minted coins.

Fourth, "small" means well-behaved, able to please women, and have a good temper and personality.

Fifth, to be idle means to have time, and to pick up girls you need not only money but also time.

(I looked and found that the author has none of these characteristics, but I believe that the readers have all five.)
Qian Xiaosan chuckled and said, "It's not easy to be a Japanese spy. You have to secretly get some intelligence and wear a green hat."

Several people burst into laughter. Zhang Yi shook his head and asked, "What is Lao Yang busy with at this time?"

"It was a scene of deep love between father and son." Zheng Huhe said: "His son Yang Jun went to sign up for the army today, but was stopped by Old Yang. A fierce quarrel broke out between the father and son. Old Yang hit him, but Yang Jun dodged and accidentally fell, scraping his forehead and hands. After going to the clinic for treatment, the father and son went to the police station together."

Zhang Yi was slightly surprised and asked, "Is there something wrong with the clinic?"

"Preliminary investigation showed that the doctor and nurse were both locals and no one was suspicious. Apart from them, we are keeping an eye on anyone who entered the clinic at the same time."

Zhang Yi nodded, pointed at the missing person notice and asked, "What do you think?"

Monkey said, "She dared to publish her own address. She is not afraid of our investigation. She must have planned it in advance. I found a cryptographer from the Telecommunications Department. Even if we arranged and combined this line of text, we could not find any hidden information or code. We also tried to use Morse secret arrangement and combination, but still found nothing. Maybe they have their own way to decrypt it."

“Who drafted the text?”

"Secretary Liu dictated it, and the director of the newspaper's advertising department drafted it." Monkey finished speaking and asked, "Section Chief, do you want to monitor this person?"

"Of course!" Zhang Yi nodded and said, "It's better to suspect wrong than to let it go. Judging from the performance of Lao Yang and this woman, they are opponents that cannot be underestimated, so our work must be more meticulous than before. Of course, our main targets at the moment are still Lao Yang and Wang Yazhu."

"Yes."

Inside the police station, Lao Yang sat by the window, drinking a cup of hot tea leisurely, looking very comfortable.

At this time, policeman Xiao Li pushed the door open and came in: "Master, someone reported that a thief broke into the house."

Before Old Yang could say anything, his son Yang Jun, who was sitting opposite him, stood up as if there were springs on his buttocks and said, "I'll go investigate."

Xiao Wang didn't look at him, but just looked at Lao Yang.

Lao Yang slowly put down his teacup and asked, "Where's your captain?"

Xiao Wang said: "The director is not here, the captain and the others have already left work."

"Oh." Old Yang hesitated for a while, and in his son's expectant eyes, he said, "I'm about to retire, so it's not my job to be in charge. Let's go."

His son Yang Jun was busy getting the survey box when the phone in the office rang.

Xiao Wang picked up the phone and listened for a while, then said, "You dialed the wrong number. This is the police station, not a restaurant."

As soon as the phone was hung up, the ringing started again.

Xiao Wang picked it up and said angrily, "Why you again? Is this the end? I told you, this is the police station, how could I be wrong? I told you to stop looking for trouble, believe it or not."

"Xiao Wang, be patient." Lao Yang came over and patted Xiao Wang on the shoulder, saying "I'll do it," then took the phone and said "Hello," only to hear the other end of the phone ask again: "Are you at Sukiyabashi Jiro Sushi Restaurant?"

"You've dialed the wrong number. This is the police station." Lao Yang replied with a frown.

"Did I really call the wrong number? Sorry."

"It's okay. The Sukiyabashi Jiro sushi restaurant you mentioned has been closed for a long time. If you are Chinese, you should go to a Chinese restaurant. As for eating Japanese food, Sichuan Cuisine is very good. Hello?" Lao Yang said patiently, but the person on the other end of the phone had already hung up.

Old Yang looked at the receiver, then at Xiao Wang, and shook his head helplessly.

Xiao Wang cursed angrily: "What a psycho! How can a person like this still want to eat sushi? Is he a pro-Japanese element?"

"Who knows? Let's go." Old Yang shook his head, put his hands behind his back and walked out of the office. Xiao Wang and his son Yang Jun followed behind him.

On the other side, in a public telephone booth, a middle-aged man dressed as a businessman hung up the phone, touched the two pieces of beard on his lips, looked around vigilantly, walked around two streets, and then stopped a rickshaw.

"Sichuan Flavor House."

Yang Jun parked the car at the intersection, and his family of four walked towards Sichuan Cuisine.

It was already dusk, and the streets were filled with the afterglow of the setting sun, which was very warm.

Yang Jun was also feeling particularly happy and surprised, even a little astonished.

He really couldn't believe that his stepmother, who was a few years older than him and was considered "fickle" in his eyes, had suddenly become so righteous. After her earnest persuasion, his father actually agreed to his idea of ​​joining the army to fight against the Japanese.

Tonight was his farewell party, and Yang Jun used two packs of cigarettes to get the police car out. It was incredible!
"Is there some conspiracy? Or is he just getting tired of me and taking this opportunity to kick me out?" Yang Jun walked ahead holding his sister's hand, full of doubts, thinking wildly.

Wang Yazhu was wearing high heels and smiling sweetly, holding Lao Yang's arm and walking slowly behind him. This old husband and young wife attracted the attention of many passers-by.

But the two seemed to have been used to it and were talking in low voices. Suddenly, Lao Yang pulled her hand and pinched her little finger.

The thumb is the tail. Lao Yang sends a signal that there is a tail nearby.

Wang Yazhu nodded to show that she had received it. Seeing that Yang Jun had already stepped into the hotel, Wang Yazhu suddenly said, "Oops!" "My purse was left in the car."

Yang Jun was about to say "I'll go get it", but Old Yang had already reached out and said, "I'll go, you take your sister in and order the food first."

Yang Jun glanced at his stepmother, nodded, and handed the key to his father.

Old Yang turned and walked towards the car. Wang Yazhu passed by a shoe shiner sitting on a small stool and caught up with Old Yang: "What should we do? Should we cancel the meeting?"

Old Yang shook his head imperceptibly. "We are not sure of his identity right now, so let's just pretend we didn't find out. If it's from the Secret Service, it would be even better. We can prove our innocence right under their noses."

Wang Yazhu nodded and stopped talking. The two of them took their bags from the car and went straight into the restaurant without even looking at the shoe shiner.

It was dinner time, and guests were coming in and out of Sichuan Cuisine Restaurant, all with greasy faces.

After entering the restaurant, Lao Yang nodded to his wife and asked her to go to the private room Lao Yang had reserved, while he walked towards the bathroom.

Although Sichuan Flavor House is not the best, it is also a high-end restaurant. Its toilets are also more exquisite, with carved wooden doors and rows of fenced partitions inside. A wooden box is hung on the wall opposite the fence with a pull rope next to it. It is indeed much more comfortable than putting a wooden bucket of water in the toilet and hanging a tattered wooden spoon.

Old Yang glanced inside the toilet, pricked up his ears, pushed open a gate and walked in, relieved himself, then took out an oil paper bag from his arms and threw it into the water tank, then pulled the water tank, and amid the sound of running water, he gently left a fingernail mark on the water tank.

When we returned to the box, the dishes had already been ordered.

After a while, twice-cooked pork, maoxuewang, mapo tofu, kung pao chicken, shredded pork with fish flavor, and boiled fish, all special Sichuan dishes, filled the table. The delicious food brought the family closer together. Yang Jun also took the initiative to pour wine for his father and stepmother and said a few words of filial piety. Everyone was happy at the dinner table.

On the other side, not long after Lao Yang left, a businessman with a beard on his lips walked into the toilet with a cigarette in his mouth. After checking around, he found that the marked cubicle on the water tank was occupied, so he had to stand there and wait anxiously.

But the wooden fence was only waist-high. When the man squatting in the toilet looked up, he saw a "dirty" guy looking at him. He could not help but glare at him fiercely. The businessman felt deflated and left in anger.

The man laughed triumphantly, let out a series of farts that shook the earth, hummed comfortably a few times, and then walked away contentedly.

As soon as he left the toilet, the businessman flashed back into the toilet. He looked around alertly, tiptoed and touched inside the water tank, suddenly a look of joy appeared on his face. He took out the oil paper bag and put it in his arms, wiped off the nail marks with his hand, and left the toilet straight away.

The businessman came out of the hotel, walked around a few streets, hailed a rickshaw, and returned to his residence.

This is an old independent apartment.

After closing the door, the man immediately took out the oil paper bag and opened it carefully. Inside was a folded white paper with nothing on it.

The businessman was not surprised at all. He took out a small bottle from the drawer and brushed it on the white paper with a small brush. Soon, lines of words appeared.

After reading the information, the man fell into deep thought.

After a while, the sound of a key opening the door was heard outside the house, and it was the shoe shiner who came in.

The businessman lit a cigarette and asked, "Is there anyone acting suspiciously?"

"No." The shoemaker put the tool box on the ground and said, "I looked carefully. From the time you entered to the time you left, no one paid special attention to you, and I didn't find anyone following you."

The man thought for a moment and said, "We still have to be careful. Who knows where the secret service agents are watching? They must have a portrait of me by now. Even though I'm wearing makeup, I still can't be careless. I can't stay here anymore. I have to move to another place immediately."

"Matsuura-kun, this isn't necessary, is it? If you dress like this, they won't be able to recognize you even if you stand in front of them."

It turned out that the man dressed as a businessman was Zhu Kongjiang, who ran away after answering the phone, Matsuura Katsuto.

He used the method that Shinichi Fukushima had taught him to decipher the code in the missing person notice.

Logically speaking, an agent like him whose identity has been exposed is no longer suitable to be the head of the new liaison station, but the incident happened suddenly and Fukushima only told him the contact information, so he had no choice but to take the position.

He frowned and said, "I just received an order from Night Fox. He asked us to confirm Fukushima-kun's news as soon as possible. We don't know if the radio code has been destroyed. Night Fox is afraid that the code book will fall into the hands of the enemy. Now he dare not contact the headquarters. He is not free either, so this matter can only rely on us."

"What should I do?"

"If it is confirmed that he is dead, the password is no longer critical. Night Fox will immediately make emergency contact and obtain a new password. However, if Fukushima-kun is still alive, it will be a fatal danger to Night Fox and us." He looked at his watch. "It has been 24 hours since he was arrested. We only have 24 hours now, so we have to race against time. Otherwise, everyone will have to evacuate, and all the efforts of so many years will be wasted."

"Don't you have an informant in the hospital? Where's his reply?"

"He did not participate in the operation, but judging from the medicines prescribed by the doctor, Fukushima seems to have really turned the corner. As for whether it is true or not, I don't believe he would betray the Empire of Japan."

"What if?" Matsuura Katsuto frowned, thought for a moment and said, "Prepare weapons and explosives right now. We will go meet him tonight and ask him to help us draw the floor plan of the hospital. We will go and check out the location first. By the way, do you think this person has any weaknesses?"

"Opium, that's what he likes." The shoemaker smiled smugly, crossed his legs, and continued, "That's what I used to turn him against the government."

Matsuura Katsuto was about to say something when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a piece of white socks showing under his trouser legs. His expression suddenly changed: "You didn't change your socks before?"

Shoemaker: "I spent money to buy the shoemaker's clothes, but his socks are so smelly. I can't accept it."

"Baka." Matsuura Katsuto was furious. "Mitsuno-kun, have you ever seen a shoe shiner wearing a pair of worn-out shoes and clean white socks? If there were Chinese agents present, you would have been exposed long ago, bastard. The textbooks of the agent school clearly state that you must dress ordinary when performing missions and do your best to not leave an impression on the people around you. How dare you blatantly violate the regulations?"

Michio Mitsuno was scolded with a face full of shame. Just as he was about to stand up tremblingly, he saw Matsuura suddenly turn off the lights, then tiptoe to the window, hiding behind the curtains and peeking outside.

Seeing Matsuura's suspicious look, Mitsuno couldn't help but sneer and secretly despised him in his heart. Chinese agents are also human beings. Is it necessary to be so nervous?
But what Mitsuno didn't know was that at this moment, downstairs of their apartment building, a black car was quietly lying there.

(End of this chapter)