My spy diary

Chapter 284 Unbelievable (asking for monthly ticket)

(The previous chapter was cut down by a few hundred words, so it reads a little incoherent, but there is nothing I can do about it. It is hard to explain in a few words)

"There's nothing to eat at home, and there are wanted posters of us everywhere. How many days do you think we can hold out?"

In the courtyard of No. 22 Japanese Concession, Tenggang Nakaharu looked up at the sky with a gloomy face.

"Yuki Kawai, this woman, dared to betray the Empire of Japan. She deserves to die."

Kikuchi Takayuki listened attentively to the sound of gunfire in the distance, cursed a few times, and frowned:
"How about we sneak out of the city as well?"

"Have you forgotten our mission?" Tenggang Nakaharu looked at him coldly. They sneaked into the city to create chaos under Okamura's orders, but with the arrest of Kawai Yuki, the two were also wanted. They have been hiding in this abandoned house for a day and a night without going out.

"You stay home tomorrow. I'll put on some makeup and go out to see if I can find something to eat. If I can't, I'll risk exposing my identity and even murder or rob to get some."

"Oh, that's just the way it should be."

Kikuchi Takayuki smiled cruelly and said, "The garrison in the city has begun to evacuate. Should we pass on this news and let the imperial vanguard intensify the attack?"

"No." Tenggang Nakaharu shook his head firmly. The bloody fact that Kawai Yuki was arrested was right in front of him. He didn't want to expose his identity by having his location detected by the Military Control Commission's radio because of sending a message. After all, there is no such thing as luck in the dictionary of agents.

"How do we pass on the information?"

"Wait a minute." Before Tenggang Zhongzhi could finish his words, suddenly, the door was pushed open.

The two looked at each other and had a bad feeling. Who would come at this time?
They all took out the pistols on their waists at the same time. Kikuchi Takayuki was on guard, and Tenggang stepped forward and asked:

"Who?"

"Who am I? I also want to know who you are. Why are you in my house? Open the door quickly, or I'll call the police." The person outside the door was confused at first, then became furious and banged on the door angrily.

I thought it was an ownerless house, but the original owner suddenly came back. Tenggang Zhongzhi secretly cursed that it was bad luck. He was afraid that the scolding would attract other people's attention, so he winked at Kikuchi and said quickly:

"Misunderstanding, please listen to my explanation"

As Tenggang spoke, he walked to the door, listened carefully, and determined that there was only one person outside. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and opened the door with a smile on his face.

The flashlight shone brightly on Tenggang's face, and the owner of the flashlight spoke in an angry and irritable voice: "Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

Teng Gang subconsciously blocked the light with his hands and glanced at the other person with his peripheral vision. Seeing that the other person was just a young man and there was indeed no one else behind him, he smiled contemptuously in his heart, pretended to be embarrassed, and bowed and said:
"I'm so sorry, my family and I got lost and were caught in a sudden rainstorm, so I had to borrow your house for shelter. Now that you're back, please don't leave."

As soon as the word "that" came out, Tenggang's eyes were as sharp as an eagle. While locking onto the person who was coming, he steadily moved forward. A sharp dagger whizzed out from his sleeve and went straight for the person's throat.

This person was naturally Zhang Yi. He had originally wanted to sneak into the yard quietly, but when he heard someone talking in the yard, he immediately changed his plan.

He was already prepared at this moment, so how could he fall into the opponent's trap?

At the moment when the dagger was about to stab him, he slightly turned his body to avoid the dagger, turned off the flashlight, and raised his hands in his pockets. With a "swish", the bullet from the silent pistol passed through the lining and shot into Tenggang's chest.

Tenggang was stunned in disbelief, his mouth moved as he was about to say something, but he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Hurry up and see if this Chinese guy has any food." In the dark, Takayuki Kikuchi thought that his companion had already dealt with the other party, so he walked up with a chuckle, and was greeted by a bullet as well.

After dealing with the two spies in a lightning-fast manner, Zhang Yi closed the door again, put on foot covers and gloves, and walked into the house calmly.

After some searching, a small radio, grenades, explosives and several drawing tools were found under the bed.

Zhang Yi picked up the radio and took a look at it, and recognized that it was a portable radio commonly used by the Japanese Army, commonly known as Radio No. 3, which could be powered by a -volt external power supply or a hand-cranked generator.

Looking at the radio, Zhang Yi fell into deep thought. To transmit information, a radio alone was not enough. Without the other party's radio frequency, call sign, agreed contact time and password, everything would be in vain.

Sending intelligence directly is not an option, so there is only one other way left.

That is plain text messaging, or open telegram.

The telegraph was introduced into China in the late Qing Dynasty and gradually became the most important means of communication. Its transmission was through the arrangement and combination of long "di" and short "da" sounds to form Morse code, which was then translated into corresponding numbers. Every four digits corresponded to one Chinese character.

To ensure consistency in information translation, the same public code book is used throughout the country.

Just like the "telegrams to the whole country" that could be seen at any time during the warlords' infighting, it was not about spending a lot of money to send telegrams to all parts of the country, but about using public channels to publish a series of clear text telegrams or sending telegrams to influential large newspapers for publication.

But this is a public telegram, meant for everyone to know. This channel will never be used to pass information unless it is absolutely necessary.

After radio was used in the military, because it involved intelligence secrets, there was concern that the code would be leaked during transmission over the air due to the radio operators' poor reporting methods and attitudes, or contacting radio stations other than those specified. Therefore, the Military Control Commission's radio stations had strict regulations on reporting procedures, methods, and attitudes.

No clear code telegrams may be sent, no private telegrams may be made on board, and no contact with unrelated radio stations may be made without the permission of superiors. Except for public radio stations, no calls may be made to radio stations outside the scope of this contact system. If you hear a call from a radio station outside the scope, you are not allowed to reply.

Other intelligence agencies are similar, but they all have strict disciplines.

More importantly, Zhang Yi could not guarantee that the Red Party’s radio station was on a public frequency.

But there is no other way at the moment, we can only try our best to save the situation.

The value of intelligence often lies in its scarcity and confidentiality. If information is widely disseminated and known to everyone, it has largely lost its unique value and function as intelligence.

This is what Zhang Yi wants to do.

Thinking of this, he found a pen and paper, recalled the universal code, and quickly drafted the telegram on paper.

Then he turned on the radio, tuned it to the public channel, thought for a moment, and started sending messages with his left hand.

Department of Telecommunications.

An office was filled with smoke and the windows were open. Four men were playing mahjong, swearing and the air was filled with smoke.

The leader was Zhao Youxin.

After the Telecommunications Section was upgraded to the Telecommunications Office, it was divided into the Communications Section, Maintenance Section, Public Affairs Section, Assessment Section, and Electrical Supervision Section, and also had its own separate Personnel Section.

The team leader Zhao Youxin has now been promoted to section chief, in charge of the Electricity Supervision Section.

One of them was playing mahjong and said, "Have you heard? Deputy Director Zhang of the Operations Department has been promoted to Major General."

Another person said: "The heads of the Operations Department are tied to their belts, and they do real work. What is there to envy?"

Another person shook his head and said, "It has only been a short time since he was promoted to colonel. How can he achieve such great achievements overnight? I don't think it is that simple."

"Boss Dai trusts me." The man who spoke first smiled and sighed, "In today's society, if you don't know anyone and don't have a backer, you'll only be bullied. Our Director Wei is pure-hearted and focused on technology. He doesn't care about the lives of us. From now on, we can only rely on Chief Zhao."

Zhao Youxin smiled, but his smile was a little bitter. He thought that he, Zhao, had much more experience than Zhang Yi. Now he was only a lieutenant colonel, while Zhang Yi had already entered the ranks of generals.

Don't judge a book by its cover. In a trance, he recalled the first time he met Zhang Yi in the dance hall.

Thinking of this, he inadvertently thought of his "good friend" Wang Xinnian.

The grass on Brother Wang's grave must be three feet high. Wang Xinnian was identified as a Red Party member, and even if he wanted to go to pay tribute, he couldn't find a suitable reason.

Thinking of this, Zhao Youxin sighed and his mood instantly turned bad.

"Chief, what's wrong?" Someone observed the man's expression and asked with concern.

Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the office door. Zhao Youxin muttered, "What's the matter again? I finally got to play mahjong. Come in."

A radio operator pushed the door open and said anxiously, "Chief, we found a suspicious signal during the detection process."

Zhao Youxin asked in surprise: "Suspicious signal?"

"Yes."

"Has the location been determined?"

"The message was sent in less than a minute, so we can only determine the approximate range."

"where?"

"Japanese Concession."

"Japanese Concession?"

Zhao Youxin was stunned for a moment, and then asked quickly: "Has this radio station appeared before? Are there any special features of the radio operator's method?"

The radio operator thought, "It should be a new radio station. Our telecommunications department has no relevant records. As for his technique, it can only be described as florid and strange."

"Flowering tone" is a term unique to the telecommunications field, referring to the bad techniques used by some telegraph operators when sending messages.

Just like when writing, different postures of holding the pen and the pressure of the pen will produce different words, every radio operator has his own method and rhythm of sending messages.

But you cannot develop bad habits, otherwise even if you frequently change your call sign and wavelength, others will be able to find you out by the tone of your messages.

This is the most taboo thing in the radio industry.

"Isn't he a novice?" Zhao Youxin was even more depressed, frowning and said, "Go, bring the transcribed code, and ask the decryption team to prepare for decryption."

The radio operator looked strange and said, "Chief, there is no need to decipher it. This is a plain text message."

"What?" Zhao Youxin widened his eyes with a look of disbelief. There were too many strange things happening today, right?
He grabbed the telegram and a line of words on the translated draft jumped into his eyes.

"I am Xiang Tingyuan, the former head of the Friendly Armies Department of the Central Plains Bureau of the Red Party. I hereby warn the Red Party and all sectors that I will voluntarily leave the Red Party from now on. I will not talk about what has been done, and I will not advise against what has been done. Let us part ways and live happily."

"Don't talk about what has been done, and don't advise on what has been completed" comes from the Analects of Confucius, and there is also a sentence after it, "Don't blame the past", which means there is no need to mention what has been done, and there is no need to comfort about what has been completed. After separation, both can be relieved and feel at ease.

This is clearly a statement of withdrawal from the party. Zhao Youxin finds it baffling. Some time ago, a man named Zhang took the opportunity of offering sacrifices to the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor to join the Guo Party, but he only published a "statement" and a "letter to the people" in the "Sweeping Newspaper". He did not make a public telegram. No one has ever heard of Xiang Tingyuan. He is probably a nobody. Why did he do such a thing in the middle of the night? Isn't this just sensationalism?

He asked gloomily, "Have you heard of Xiang Tingyuan?"

Everyone present shook their heads.

"You're crazy about wanting to be famous, right? Why doesn't someone like you go act in a movie?"

Zhao Youxin sneered, threw the telegram to the operator, waved his hand nonchalantly, and said:
"Since he is a traitor of the Red Party, report the information to the Second Division. That's it. That's it."

He returned to the mahjong table and smacked his lips twice, "Continue."

In an instant, the sound of mahjong rang out again.

The night rain was still falling, and the lights in the apartment where Director He of the Second Bureau lived were brightly lit.

The director's wife was wearing an emerald green cheongsam and sitting cross-legged on a leather sofa. She was eating seasonal fruits cut by the servants with a carved silver fork while directing the servants to pack their luggage.

She glanced at her husband who was resting with his eyes closed and asked anxiously:

"Where will we live when we get to the mountain city? We won't live in an apartment, will we? I heard that the leaders sent their families to buy villas and land a year ago. Even if we don't have a villa, we should at least live in a garden house, right?"

Director He Shangyou didn't say anything. He thought to himself, women are really short-sighted. It's understandable for others to have no place to live, but how can you, a director of the Military Intelligence Bureau, be afraid of having no place to live?
Seeing her husband remained silent, Mrs. He continued, "I'm asking you a question."

Director He looked at her impatiently: "I have arranged everything. Is this something you are worried about? Why are you staying up late at night and making trouble?"

"What do you mean by fussing? We're moving out today, so I have to pack up." The woman kept on talking, pointing at her packed luggage and complaining:

"I saw Mrs. Yang during the day. She had several carts full of luggage. You said you and he are both directors, equals, but you received less than half the gifts he did."

"That's just a woman's opinion." Director He snorted coldly. He was too lazy to argue with the woman, so he stood up and prepared to go to rest. At this time, the phone in the living room rang.

The maid answered the phone: "Hello, hello."

After listening to a few words, she put down the phone and looked at Director He: "Sir, I'm looking for you."

Director He frowned and said, "Bring the phone over here."

The servant dragged the telephone line, brought the phone to Director He, and handed him the receiver.

"Hey?"

The secretary's trembling voice came from the other end of the phone: "Director, it's me."

"What happened?" Director He was startled.

"Director, the Telecommunications Department just called us and told us that they received a plain text telegram stating that Xiang Tingyuan had issued a statement of leaving the party." Perhaps because he was too nervous and anxious, the secretary lost his voice while speaking.

"What did you say?" He Shangyou jumped up from the sofa.

The secretary cleared his throat and continued, "They also sent over the contents of the telegram. It is confirmed that it is Xiang Tingyuan, the Red Party member under our control. I just called Wei Yongcheng's home in the Fifth War Zone, but the call was not connected. I am worried that something happened to him."

"How is this possible? Absolutely impossible!" He Shangyou raised his eyebrows and veins bulged on his forehead. He had just called Wei Yongcheng a few hours ago, and everything was fine over there. How could something happen just a few hours later?

Also, how did Xiang Tingyuan get in touch with the radio station?

No. Is this guy crazy? What is his purpose in making such a statement so openly?
Once the information is leaked, he will lose his usefulness. How could he not understand such a simple truth?
It makes no sense at all?!

The muscles on Director He's face twitched involuntarily, and he said sternly, "Keep fighting until you get through. If it doesn't work, call the Political Department of the Fifth War Zone and ask them to send someone to take a look."

After hanging up the phone, Director He grabbed his coat and walked out. If he couldn't figure out everything tonight, let alone sleep, he would not be able to get past Boss Dai.

He walked out restlessly, full of doubts. At the same time, a figure unconsciously came to his mind. The moment he thought of this person, his pupils shrank unconsciously.

(End of this chapter)