My spy diary

Chapter 261: Thimble (asking for monthly ticket)

"Arrest him now!"

As soon as He Zhiyuan finished speaking, his secretary came running over excitedly, stood at attention and saluted, asking for credit:

"Section Chief He, recorder Zhou Yucheng has confessed that he hid poison in the cigarettes, causing Guo Wenbiao's death. The facts are clear and the evidence is irrefutable. I request an immediate search of his office and home."

Zhang Yi looked surprised.

He Zhiyuan was also stunned.

He scratched his ear in disbelief, frowned and asked, "What kind of poison did he use?"

"It might be potassium cyanide." The secretary's eyes flickered.

Just as he finished speaking, the forensic doctor sneered behind him and slammed the door shut.

He Zhiyuan snorted coldly. Although the secretary was his confidant, he was more inclined to trust the professionalism and authority of the forensic doctor. Thinking of what he had told the secretary last night, he stared at him for a moment and asked:
"Did you torture him?"

"Yes." The secretary said seriously, "This man refused to admit his crime. I suspected he was an undercover agent sent by the Red Party. He must have some extraordinary qualities to dare to break in. So I tortured him and interrogated him for an entire night. He finally confessed."

"What about others?"

"Dead." The secretary said with regret, "I was just about to dig up his accomplices, but who knew he was so reckless."

"Enough!" He Zhiyuan roared, clenched his fists, and resisted the urge to punch the pretty boy in front of him. He scolded:
"You idiot, the autopsy results are out, it was nicotine, not potassium cyanide."

The secretary was stunned.

He Zhiyuan asked angrily, "What are you standing there for? I asked you to send someone to watch Zheng Huhe, where is he?"

The secretary recovered from his shock and said quickly, "Chief, they should be in the office. The two people I sent are my fellow villagers, Zhang Wenming and Zhang Wenwu. They are very reliable."

"What I need is a positive answer, not a should!" He Zhiyuan pushed the secretary away angrily, his face gloomy, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

"Lead the way."

Quick and cautious footsteps slowly sounded in the silent corridor, and the plainclothes officers quietly came to the door of Zheng Huhe's office on the second floor.

Everyone held a loaded pistol in his hand, with a look of coldness, determination, and a little sadness on his face. Everyone was on edge. Who would have thought that Zheng Huhe was actually a member of the Red Party?

He Zhiyuan saw that the office was empty and asked:
"Where are the guards?"

"He should be inside." The secretary was completely confused and subconsciously kicked the door, but the door didn't open.

Zhang Yi walked forward, took a look at the lock cylinder, turned it gently, and the door opened.

He loaded his pistol, opened the door cautiously, took a quick look, and then put the pistol away.

The secretary was stunned for a moment, then rushed in first. He saw two people lying on the ground with their necks stiff, dead already, and Zheng Huhe had disappeared without a trace.

The tea cups and documents on the table were neatly arranged, as if mocking the visitor's futility and incompetence.

"You still call him civilized and martial, both civil and martial? Two living people can become dead just like that? Trash!" He Zhiyuan was furious, not knowing whether he was scolding the dead civilized and martial brothers or the secretary. He slammed the table hard:

"Search."

The secretary was too embarrassed to say a word and immediately started a search with a group of plainclothes officers.

There was a noisy sound of rummaging through drawers and boxes as the plainclothes officers angrily searched every corner. Drawers were roughly opened and documents were scattered everywhere, even the overhead lights and the ceiling were not spared, but nothing was found, not even a useful note.

Zhang Yi came to the window, which was open, and the breeze gently blew the curtains. He guessed that Zheng Huhe had escaped from here long ago. He was happy in his heart, but his brows were furrowed. He said:

"He must have escaped through the window. I don't know how he got past the guards. Chief He, should we send a team to his home right away and issue a warrant for his arrest throughout the city?"

"Did you hear that? Hurry up and go!" He Zhiyuan's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm. He immediately said, "Just send someone to the house, and put the wanted order on hold."

Zhang Yi pretended to be confused.

"We should have started earlier last night. I hesitated." He Zhiyuan looked frustrated and angry. He sighed and explained after seeing the plainclothes officers retreating one after another:

"Brother, not only did a good Red Party leader rise to fame in our hands, but now there's an undercover agent named Zheng Huhe. How are we going to explain this to the director? I said yesterday that no matter if he's a mermaid or a stinky salted fish, I don't want him to appear in our operations department."

"Yes, family disgrace should not be made public. Who would have thought that Zheng Huhe would be an undercover agent?" Zhang Yi sighed, and then his face became serious: "Chief, this concerns the honor of the Operations Department. Tell me, how should this matter be handled?"

"He is so cunning and cunning, and he hides himself too deeply." He Zhiyuan said, and suddenly looked at Zhang Yi:
"He is one of your men. We have worked together for such a long time. Haven't you discovered anything?"

"Fuck, I just expressed my opinion and you, old Biden, start to blame me?"

Zhang Yi was complaining in his heart, but he looked calm: "I really didn't find anything. Old Zheng, Zheng Huhe is a man who works hard and never complains. Besides."

Zhang Yi snorted and added, "When I joined the Secret Service, Zheng Huhe was already there. He was from the Intelligence Department at that time, and he was an old man from the Ji'e Lane period. This person must be a senior member of the Red Party. I guess all his resumes are forged. Didn't they discover it before?"

When He Zhiyuan saw Zhang Yi's frown, he sighed and said that he had not noticed it before. Isn't this also putting the blame on the Intelligence Department?

And if you really dig deeper, don't he and the former deputy section chief Wang Xinheng have any responsibility?
Pursuing this topic further would be a waste of time and only a slap in the face.

"Yeah, he's an old man from the Chicken and Goose Alley era, who would have thought of that! But how do we deal with the problem?"

He Zhiyuan was still pondering. The secretary who was standing aside hesitated for a while and said hesitantly, "Chief, I have an idea."

He Zhiyuan looked at him unexpectedly and asked impatiently: "What do you think?"

"Chief, we can tell the public that Zhou Yucheng is a member of the Red Party hidden within our ranks. After he knew Guo Wenbiao's identity as an underground party member, he took advantage of the interrogation opportunity to poison him to death in order to keep the secret of their organization. Anyway, the interrogation record is complete, with text, audio recordings, and his signature and seal. The evidence is irrefutable."

"What about Zheng Huhe?"

"We can announce his disappearance to the public, and then we can slowly capture him in secret. Once we catch him, we can execute him in secret without anyone knowing."

"Oh!" He Zhiyuan sighed again.

Zhang Yi said, "That's a good idea." He Zhiyuan frowned and said, "If you want to lie, just the interrogation record is not enough. You said he was an undercover agent sent by the Red Party. Where's his code name? Where's the other evidence?"

The secretary smiled and said confidently, "I have read the files of old internal cases before. There was a team leader named Wang Xinnian in the Intelligence Department. Later, it was found that this person was the Red Party's 'Mermaid' and the person who instigated him was called 'Pebbles'. Can we understand it this way? After Wang Xinnian's death, the Red Party sent 'Pebbles' to infiltrate our internal affairs for intelligence reasons. Now it seems that this person is Zhou Yucheng, the recorder of the interrogation room. As for other evidence, I believe that as long as we take people to his home, we will be able to find it!"

How to search? There is always a pretext for accusing someone.

The new case involves an old case, and the code name "Pebbles" has appeared before, which can prove that such a person does exist. It sounds reasonable and seamless, and the chain of evidence is perfect. As for the details, are the details still important?

"Since you have made up your mind, let's do it." He Zhiyuan looked at the secretary deeply.

"Yes." The secretary leaned his legs together, saluted, turned and left.

He Zhiyuan was in a much better mood than before. He stopped his secretary and told him, "Be careful when you go out and keep it secret as much as possible. Also, tell the brothers who are searching Zheng Huhe's house to be careful. He is at the end of his rope now and knows us very well. Be careful not to be attacked from behind."

The secretary, who had been so excited just now, instantly flinched.

"What a talent!" Zhang Yixin said. After watching the secretary leave, he sighed, "Chief He has a good secretary who can share his boss's worries and solve key problems in no time."

He Zhiyuan laughed and said with a hint of pride: "He is indeed good, with sharp thinking and a sense of the overall situation."

Although his secretary made mistakes in monitoring Zheng Huhe and the interrogation was a mess, he came up with a solution to the problem at the critical moment and did not let him down. It seems that he is indeed more discerning than Zhang Yi in judging people.

Zhang Yi also sighed: "Chief He is still lucky."

He looked out the window angrily, figuring that Zheng Huhe was safe. He stopped thinking about him and began to ponder the assassination attempt by Japanese spies on him.

At an intersection of three roads in Wuhan, there is a public bathhouse, which is the Red Party’s hidden transit station.

The geographical location here is flexible and mobile, with cars coming and going at the door, which is very conducive to hiding.

At this moment, Boss Wang, with a rough face, came in from outside, greeted the guests with a smile along the way, and finally walked into a bathhouse filled with mist.

Zheng Huhe was soaking in the pool, resting with his eyes closed, looking very comfortable.

Lao Wang smiled, squatted by the pool, and whispered, "The traffic officer reported that the secret service went to your home, but strangely they didn't issue a warrant."

Zheng Huhe did not dwell on this question and asked, "Have all the comrades from the Urban Construction Department been transferred?"

"All have been moved." Old Wang nodded with lingering fear, "For safety reasons, these people will be moved to Pagoda Mountain in batches."

He sighed and said, "Guo Wenbiao is a senior comrade. He worked as a ground worker in Shanghai. During the White Terror, he fought many battles of wits and courage with the enemy. After he went to the base area, he worked hard in the political work position. Everyone spoke highly of him. Who would have thought that such a person would be a spineless person and become a shameful traitor and traitor."

"Are there not many people like this? Hua Guang and Bai, who were in high positions, eventually wavered in their beliefs." Zheng Huhe sighed, then returned to normal and said:
"Every day I watched the secret agents torture prisoners with all kinds of torture. People who have not experienced it cannot imagine it. Theoretically, no one can bear those tortures. I just didn't expect that he would betray before the enemy tortured him. So it is best not to be arrested in this line of work. Frankly speaking, I have also thought about the consequences of being arrested. The nicotine I injected into him was actually saved for myself."

"I never thought that after all we've been through, we would still have to face a traitor. Guo Wenbiao deserves to die." Lao Wang suddenly became excited: "Thinking about the martyrs who were betrayed and sacrificed by him, I wish I could get rid of him myself. His death would put an end to everything, but you've also exposed your identity."

"I am looking forward to the day when I am exposed and I can openly tell everyone that I, Zheng Huhe, am a member of the Red Party and an upright Chinese."

"Dingzhen, Dingzhen." Old Wang shook his head, calling Zheng Huhe's code name, and said, "The position of the Secret Service is very critical. Now that you have withdrawn, we need new people to replace you. Do you have any candidates?"

"There is one who is still in the investigation stage. I originally wanted to report to you after a while, but now I will give you his information in a while." Zheng Huhe sighed and asked, "Should I go to Pagoda Mountain next?"

Zheng Huhe also became excited when he thought of the scene with red flags waving and military bugles sounding there.

Lao Wang shook his head and said seriously, "Mr. Cha has given high praise for your work, but in view of our weak strength in Shanghai, the organization has considered carefully and is planning to send you to Shanghai for work. You must be mentally prepared."

"Shanghai?" Zheng Huhe was a little surprised, but he quickly recovered. He said with a firm face: "Why are you still preparing? Obey the order firmly! For the country, for the future of the nation, the arrow is on the string, there is no retreat. If I advance, I will die heroically, and if I retreat, I will live shamefully. Even if it is a dangerous place, I will go and try my luck."

Lao Wang nodded and said, "I believe you can complete the task excellently."

Zheng Huhe nodded and got up to change his clothes.

"gone.

Lao Wang called him: "Thimble!" and stretched out his hand.

Zheng Huhe also reached out and held his hand.

The old king said: "The war of resistance will be won!"

Zheng Huhe said: "The war of resistance will be won!"

"Come back alive, see you at Pagoda Mountain!"

"See you at Pagoda Mountain!" The two knew that no one could guarantee whether this would be the last time they would meet, so they hugged each other tightly.

The weather changed suddenly. It rained heavily without any warning in the sunny sky.

The raindrops fell with a crackling sound, catching people off guard.

The bustling and noisy city gate was filled with people because of the heavy rain, and everyone rushed in to find a place to shelter from the rain.

Two figures blended into the crowd and successfully passed the inspection and entered the city.

They were the Japanese spies codenamed Black Panther and Ice Soul.

Haruno Musashi is tall and thin with an elegant temperament, while Hayakawa Tomoko is slim, gentle and sweet.

Now they are all journalists.

Haruno hid under a roof, holding a camera, seemingly taking pictures of the crowd openly, but in fact he was scanning everything around him calmly.

At this time, he noticed three cars entering from the city gate. He glanced at the license plates and compared them with the information in his mind. He knew they were from the military department. His eyes immediately became alert. He tilted his head slightly and exchanged a glance with his companion that was imperceptible to others. The two turned away without saying a word.

The people in the car were Zhang Yi and his group.

(End of this chapter)