My spy diary

Chapter 254: Prepare for Action (asking for monthly ticket)

"Are you tired? How about soaking your feet?"

"Soak for a while. Turn on the radio so I can listen to the broadcast."

"What's so good about the radio?" Old Yang said, but he still turned on the radio. Then the two of them looked at each other and started checking the bedroom separately.

The telephone, lamp cord, switch, bedside table, even under the bed, and finally the back cover of the radio were all opened, but nothing was found.

The two were a little surprised, but couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Old Yang walked behind the curtain again, glanced across for a while, and found nothing unusual, then said:
"That rabbit actually left early. I really can't guess who he is."

"Maybe he's one of ours." The shoe shiner's attire flashed through Wang Yazhu's mind. "A shoe shiner wearing a pair of worn-out shoes and white socks is too abrupt. He doesn't even know he's been exposed. Such a person is a black sheep wherever he goes."

"It's not that easy to lurk. The short term is easy, but the long term is the hardest, not to mention that after ten years of the same old routine, everyone will take a nap sometimes." Old Yang sighed.

"You accidentally exposed yourself because you were taking a nap, so you killed her?"

"It's hard for a couple to sleep in the same bed and live under the same roof without being discovered." Old Yang pondered, his thoughts going back to a few years ago.

Once, he was drafting a telegram in his study. His wife pushed the door open holding a thermos and happened to see the code on it. Although he tried to answer her perfunctorily, facing his wife's puzzled look, Lao Yang finally chose to silence her without hesitation. He wanted to eliminate all risks of exposure in the bud.

"That's her fate." Old Yang emphasized again, his face changing from gloomy to bright.

“But now there is a landmine in the house that can explode at any time. After all, he is a Chinese in his thoughts. Don’t you want him to point his gun at you one day?” Wang Yazhu said quietly.

"I will take care of this matter." Old Yang stood in front of the window, staring at the floor. His eyes seemed to penetrate the floor and saw his son downstairs. His expression was gloomy.

"Peng Encheng, male, 28 years old, household registration data shows that he is from Changsha. He came to Wuhan five years ago and worked in the telephone bureau and the post office. He is now an employee of a car repair shop. He rented this house a year ago. We have found his landlord. According to the landlord, he always delays paying the rent until the end of the month. There is no problem in this regard."

"Telephone office, post office?" Inside the car, Zhang Yi was holding a photo that was developed quickly and was still a little sticky. In the photo, Peng Encheng was diligently wiping shoes for a customer, looking tired.

"Check what happened at the telephone office and the post office during the time he worked. He must have had other purposes for entering these units." Zhang Yi said, and took out another photo from a stack of photos. The photo showed a businessman walking in a hurry.

Monkey pointed at the photo and said, "We were originally focused on the restaurant owner, the waiter, and the person who entered the restaurant after Lao Yang, until this person came out."

"Although he was wearing makeup, his figure and appearance were very similar to Zhu Kongjiang who had already escaped. If he hadn't been following Peng Encheng, he would have been almost missed. According to the investigators' recollections, this person also went into the toilet after Lao Yang left. However, they focused their attention on another guy who occupied the toilet for a long time. This person went to the toilet three times in a row. After leaving the restaurant, he went to a pharmacy. Our people verified that he bought diarrhea medicine."

"Zhu Kongjiang is hiding here with Peng Encheng, which means they knew each other before. Two people who originally had no social contact suddenly lived together. In addition to Zhu Kongjiang hiding from pursuit, the two must be planning something."

"Let's go. As long as we keep an eye on them, we will soon find out their purpose." Zhang Yi glanced at the plainclothes police hiding behind a pillar across the street and made a gesture, immediately letting the car leave.

After a while, another car drove over and stopped not far from the previous one.

Zhu Kongjiang and Peng Encheng came down from upstairs one after another, and both changed their clothes.

Just as Peng Encheng was about to raise his hand to stop a rickshaw, Zhu Kongjiang stopped him with a look. He lit a cigarette and smoked while glancing around, then suddenly walked towards the black car downstairs.

It was pitch black inside the car and nothing could be seen through the windshield. Zhu Kongjiang walked out to the back seat suspiciously.

Suddenly, the curtain of the car window was opened, and a shirtless man with his pants held up yelled through the glass:

"What are you looking at?"

"Soliciting customers?" Zhu Kongjiang said as his eyes swept past the angry man and looked behind him. In the darkness, he saw a woman panicking and pulling her clothes to cover her body.

"You're crazy. If you don't leave now, I'll beat you up." Seeing the man about to open the car door, Zhu Kongjiang hurriedly bowed and apologized, "I'm sorry, I thought it was a taxi."

After saying that, he quickly left the car, and heard a few angry curses from a man behind him.

"Is there any problem?" Peng Encheng asked.

"No, maybe I'm overthinking it." Zhu Kongjiang's tense nerves finally relaxed.

"I told you, they are not that powerful." Peng Encheng smiled disapprovingly, walked towards the street and waved for a rickshaw to come over.

Peng Encheng left first, followed by Zhu Kongjiang.

He glanced at the driver's gray vest with the words "Huihe Car Company" on it, his eyebrows flickered, and he suddenly asked, "You are from Huihe Car Company, what is Lao Meng still doing? I used to ride in his car often."

"Old Meng? Sir, you must have remembered it wrongly. We are a small rickshaw company with only nineteen people, and no one with the surname Meng." The rickshaw driver said while running without turning his head.

"Oh, I must have remembered it wrong." Zhu Kongjiang smiled and said, "Follow the car in front."

"Okay, sit tight." The driver shouted and started running as hard as he could.

However, from a perspective that Zhu Kongjiang could not see, the driver had a sneer on his face, and a hint of fear, thinking that this little Japanese was indeed cunning, and fortunately he had done his homework in advance.

Half an hour later, the rickshaw stopped at the bottom of a high-end apartment building. It was nominally a hostel, but the rooms inside had already been rented out for a long time by various people.

The two watched the rickshaw driver walk away, went straight up to the third floor, and came to a room at the end of the corridor.

Peng Encheng glanced around, raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

The door didn't open, but the peephole on the door flickered, and then a hoarse voice sounded: "Who?"

"I am Lao Peng."

The door opened immediately.

A gentle-looking man in pajamas with a flushed face opened the door, looked at Peng Encheng eagerly, and asked, "Did you bring me something?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhu Kongjiang behind Peng Encheng, and asked with a little alert, "Who is this?"

Zhu Kongjiang didn't say anything and pushed the door open. He sniffed and his eyes fell on the bedside table.

There was a round tray with a lamp and a bong on it.

He sneered and winked at Peng Encheng.

Peng Encheng took out a small bag from his pocket and handed it over.

The man took it happily, and without caring about the presence of others, he picked up the pipe, fiddled with it for a while, then lit it, took a few puffs comfortably, exhaled white smoke, closed his eyes in ecstasy, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Really good stuff."

"It's definitely a good thing, but it may not be available in the future."

"What do you mean?"

"To be honest, the boss behind the opium has been arrested. He is the person I asked you about. He is under control now and I can't get it from him."

The man sneered and interrupted Peng Encheng: "Don't treat me, Feng Ming, as a fool. The hospital is heavily guarded and you can't get close to it. Those people are not police officers, but spies. The person you are talking about is definitely not as simple as an opium boss."

"Then who is he?" Zhu Kongjiang stared at him and slowly approached.

When Feng Ming saw Zhu Kongjiang approaching, he seemed a little nervous and subconsciously sat up from the bed.

"I don't care who he is, Chinese or Japanese. If you want his information, give me something in exchange." Feng Ming felt a little timid after being stared at, but he still put forward his request.

Peng Encheng's face changed and he clenched his fists. Isn't this bastard afraid of death?
Feng Ming thought he was going to attack, so he moved towards the window and said in a trembling voice, "You'd better not mess around. Many of my colleagues from the hospital live here. If I shout, they will call the police. There is a police station not far away."

"Give it to him." Zhu Kongjiang glanced at Peng Encheng, who took out a small packet of opium from his pocket and handed it to him.

Feng Ming took it, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked happily: "What do you want to know?"

"I want to know whether that person is alive or dead, and whether he has woken up. I want you to see it with your own eyes, not to guess based on the medication records." Zhu Kongjiang said seriously, "After the matter is done, you can have as much opium as you want."

Feng Ming frowned and said, "That's impossible. The doctors who treat him are fixed and they are restricted from leaving the hospital. I can only try to get information from them. I can provide information, but I can't go and die."

Zhu Kongjiang sneered and said gloomily: "You need to help us draw a floor plan of the hospital, mark the location of the patients, and bring a few things in."

"what?"

"Don't ask me that. Go to the hospital right now and we will call you."

"Now?" Feng Ming frowned, a little bit unbelieving.

"Just say you forgot to take something, make up any excuse." Zhu Kongjiang looked at him without question.

Feng Ming hesitated for a while, then suddenly held up two fingers: "In addition to opium, I also want money."

"How many?"

"20 small yellow croakers."

"What a big appetite." Zhu Kongjiang and Peng Encheng looked at each other and sneered.

Feng Ming also sneered: "It's a big amount, but for you Japanese, it's not much, right?"

Peng Encheng looked at him with gnashing teeth. Did this guy smoke too much opium? He even dared to blackmail the Imperial Japanese Army.

"Aren't you afraid of taking the Flower of Life if you die?"

"Once I get the money, I will leave Wuhan immediately and go to a place where no one can find me."

Zhu Kongjiang's mouth twitched a few times, and after a moment's silence, he said:
"make a deal."

"I want a deposit, at least half." Seeing that he agreed, Feng Ming became even more confident.

"Help us bring the stuff in, and then we'll pay for it and get the stuff." Feng Ming thought for a moment and said, "Okay. If you dare to play any tricks, I'll report you to the Secret Service."

"Wait for my call." After saying this, Zhu Kongjiang took Peng Encheng away.

After leaving the apartment building, Peng Encheng immediately said, "This Chinese guy is too shameless. I underestimated him. Mr. Songpu, if you hadn't stopped me, I really wanted to kill him."

"When he finishes helping us, we'll kill him." Zhu Kongjiang sneered, paused, and said, "If we can't get any information, we'll have to let Fukushima-kun down, but everyone in the hospital will be buried with him."

"Let's split up, Guangye-kun. I remember you played the role of a night soil collector when you went to Changsha for internship. Play your true self today."

"I understand." Peng Encheng nodded and walked into the darkness.

In the office on the second floor of the hospital, Feng Ming was anxiously waiting for a call, fidgeting.

At this time, a female doctor pushed the door open and saw him. She asked in surprise, "Doctor Feng, aren't you on the day shift?"

"I was on the day shift. Hi, I was having dinner, but when I got home I realized my keys were missing. I remember there was a spare key in the office, but I couldn't find it after searching for a long time. What do you think about this?" Feng Ming pretended to sigh, looked at the female doctor and said, "Doctor Liu, you said you just got married not long ago. If you don't go home at night, isn't your husband worried?"

Doctor Liu said angrily, "What can we do? There are spies outside the hospital entrance, not letting us go home. Isn't this a disguised form of house arrest?"

"These spies are too lawless, is there no one to control them?" Feng Ming echoed, and asked carefully: "This person has taken so many drugs, and he still hasn't woken up?"

"I woke up a long time ago." Doctor Liu curled his lips. "A few plainclothes officers came just now and started interrogating us. They also said that no one can leave before the operation. Really, they are treating us like thieves."

"That should be soon. Maybe you can go home tonight." Feng Ming said with a smile.

"I hope so." The female doctor was speaking when suddenly someone outside shouted and she hurried out again. Feng Ming looked at her leaving back and smiled.

A few minutes later, the phone finally rang.

Feng Ming picked up the phone, and the person on the other end of the phone said, "Go to the toilet in ten minutes, a public toilet."

"Got it. There's news about what you asked me to find out. The man has woken up and started talking."

"Sure?"

"of course."

"Got it, let's talk about it when we meet later."

"Remember to bring what I want."

"I know." In the public telephone booth outside the hospital, Zhu Kongjiang snorted coldly, his face extremely gloomy. If Fukushima-kun confessed, Night Fox would be exposed. Just in case, he could only take a gamble.

After hanging up the phone, he immediately went to the dark corner of the hospital's outer wall and said to Peng Encheng, who was dressed as a dung picker, "Let's do it."

"I understand." Peng Encheng picked up two wooden barrels that emitted a foul smell, put a bundle on his shoulder, and walked into the darkness.

Zhu Kongjiang had a gloomy face and stood there for a while. Then he picked up a piece of stone, turned around, and slapped his forehead several times until blood flowed. Then he covered the wound and ran to the hospital.

Feng Ming frowned and covered his nose with his sleeve as he went to the public toilet.

There are toilets in the office and the inpatient building, but he seldom comes here. Only the patients' families use this simple toilet.

Walking on the bumpy and sewage-filled ground, Feng Ming frowned.

Just then, he suddenly heard a sound. Looking in the direction of the dim oil lamp, he saw a sneaky figure under the toilet.

"Old Peng?"

"It's me." Peng Encheng stood in the farmland under the toilet wall, busy for a while, and said, "Go on, be careful."

Feng Ming frowned and looked, only to see a tree branch supporting a bundle rising from under the pit. He didn't know what it was, so he quickly took it in his hands.

It was slightly heavy in his hand, but Feng Ming had no time to check it. It was not until he said goodbye to Peng Encheng and came out of the toilet that he opened the bundle in the moonlight and found a bundle of detonators and two grenades inside. In an instant, Feng Ming trembled all over and almost dropped the bundle to the ground.

What on earth were the Japanese going to do? Blow up the hospital?

Feng Ming walked to the bottom of the office building anxiously, then he remembered that there were plainclothes officers at the door. He was thinking about how to get through when suddenly someone grabbed him and said, "Doctor Feng, I didn't expect you to be here."

Zhu Kongjiang suddenly appeared, with gauze wrapped around his head. He deliberately blocked the plainclothes officer at the door's sight and shouted in a low voice: "Are you looking for death?"

"Where is the thing I want?" Feng Ming glanced at the plainclothes officers at the door, and seeing that they were no longer paying attention to this place, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked hurriedly.

"Peng Encheng will be brought in later."

"Don't play tricks, if I can't get it"

Zhu Kongjiang interrupted him: "We have agreed to pay for the goods. You should go back to the office right now and use the rope to pull the things up."

Feng Ming was skeptical.

Zhu Kongjiang added: "Get the money and leave here immediately, otherwise I can't guarantee your safety."

Feng Ming felt relieved by this. He nodded and asked, "Where's the rope?"

"If you don't have a rope, use gauze. I don't need to tell you where to find it, do I?" Zhu Kongjiang snorted coldly, took the bag and walked into the darkness.

Feng Ming rubbed his face, forced a smile, and entered the building through the main door. The plainclothes officers just took a few glances at him but did not search him.

A few minutes later, Feng Ming hung the bundle up with gauze and hid it in the locker.

At this moment, in the bathroom on the first floor, Zhu Kongjiang met Peng Encheng who had just sneaked in.

Zhu Kongjiang said, "According to my observation, his ward is in 306. There are two patients in ward 206 directly below. You go in and take care of them. I'll get the explosives and kill Feng and come down right away."

"Yes."

After talking, the two prepared to act separately.

However, when Zhu Kongjiang went up to the second floor and just pushed open Feng Ming's office, several plainclothes officers pounced on him like wolves and tigers, subdued him, and began to search him.

After a while, Peng Encheng, who looked as pale as death, was also dragged up.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." A man in a suit and tie came in, surrounded by several strong men. He had a strong aura and was intimidating without even getting angry.

He sat down with his arms and legs extended, and passed Feng Ming who looked terrified, and looked at Zhu Kongjiang and Peng Encheng who had gloomy faces.

"You are Zhu Kongjiang, right? Although you are wearing makeup, to be honest, your makeup skills are average."

Zhu Kongjiang snorted disdainfully and closed his eyes.

"You are Peng Encheng, also known as Wang Zelong and Deng Cunliang. You have mysophobia, claim to be from Hunan, but you can't eat chili peppers, right?"

Peng Encheng looked calm, but he was already filled with shock in his heart. He originally thought that it was that bastard Feng Ming who reported them because he didn't see the gold bars. Now he realized that others had noticed him a long time ago and investigated him thoroughly. But how was he exposed?
"Everyone, it's almost twelve o'clock. Aren't you going to say something?"

"Sir, I'm reporting that these two are Japanese spies. They threatened me and brought a bomb into the hospital," Feng Ming was the first to speak.

"Anything else?" Zhang Yi asked back.

"I"

"If you don't tell me, I will?" Zhang Yi glanced at Zhu Kongjiang and Peng Encheng. "Originally, I was thinking of playing the long game and waiting for you to come to rescue me, or to silence me and catch you all in one fell swoop. But I didn't expect that only two of you would come. This drama can't be performed anymore, so I can only close the net hastily."

Peng Encheng glanced at Zhang Yi with the corner of his eye and said disdainfully, "Wishful thinking."

"Not always."

Seeing that Peng Encheng was silent again, Zhang Yi continued, "You did all this to protect that person. I guess you don't even know what he looks like, but I have seen him tell the truth. I want to know the identities of the other people in your group more than arresting him."

Zhu Kongjiang glanced at Zhang Yi, trying to determine the truth of Zhang Yi's words. What did he mean? He had not even formally met Night Fox. Many people had gone to the toilet during today's meeting. He could only be sure that Night Fox was lurking in the police station, but he was not sure who it was. How did this Chinese know?
"I'm serious. I'm not kidding you." Zhang Yi took out a pistol from his arms and slowly screwed on the silencer. "You only have one chance. I'll count to three. You can seize the opportunity yourself."

"one."

"I said." Feng Ming panted heavily and trembled, "I stole sulfa from the hospital."

Zhang Yi shook his head: "Two."

Zhu Kongjiang and Peng Encheng remained silent.

"Three." Just as he finished speaking, there was a "swish" and sparks flashed. The bullet left a black hole in Feng Ming's forehead and he fell directly to the ground.

"It's your turn." Zhang Yi pointed the gun at Peng Encheng. "You may not know that there is a potion called truth serum. No one can resist it. I'm just afraid of trouble."

Peng Encheng didn't expect Zhang Yi to kill him as he said. When the cold gun was pressed against his forehead, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand. The blood in his body seemed to solidify and his brain went blank.

"I"

"Baga, no one dares." As soon as Peng Encheng opened his mouth, Zhu Kongjiang scolded him in Japanese. However, the next moment a bullet pierced his thigh and blood spurted out.

"Drag him away and torture him. If he doesn't confess, give him a shot of truth serum." Zhang Yi waved his hand expressionlessly and had Zhu Kongjiang dragged away. Then he looked at Peng Encheng and said, "You can tell now."

Sweat continued to drip from Peng Encheng's forehead and onto his trembling hands. He hesitated for a moment and said tremblingly:
"I know the other two people. Although I don't know their exact addresses and aliases, I know their approximate locations."

"You'd better tell the truth. Otherwise, if your confession is inconsistent with Zhu Kongjiang's, you know what will happen to you." Zhang Yi looked at him with a sharp gaze, asked someone to bring him down, and then stood up and said:
"Ready for action!"

(End of this chapter)