My spy diary

Chapter 285: Looking at Each Other (asking for monthly ticket)

"Team Leader Ji, you have done a great job again. Remember to treat us tomorrow."

At the Telecommunications Department, as soon as the radio operator Ji Sanming returned, several colleagues who were also on night shift put down their headphones and started to make a fuss.

"What kind of achievement? Just a weird telegram."

Ji Sanming smiled speechlessly and put on his headphones. The ticking sound from the other end had long since disappeared. At the same time, the flashing signal light on the instrument in front of him also went out, indicating that the other party had stopped sending messages.

One person said, "The signal just now was not strong and the power was not high, which means the transmitter was using a hand-cranked or battery-powered transmitter. It's still an unfamiliar signal at this point. Could it be a Japanese spy?"

Another experienced radio operator pointed to the "Confidential Rules" on the wall and said, "Okay, stop asking questions."

Several people fell silent for a moment.

People are the makers and users of tools, and are also the components of the technological system.

Transmitting information by radio requires two systems: translation and telegraph.

The translation system is called the confidential system, which is responsible for translating between text and code, while the telegraph system is responsible for transmitting the code.

The Telecommunications Office has strict regulations on the receipt, sending, copying, storage and destruction of telegrams, limiting telegrams to an extremely small and closed area in order to reduce the number of people who come into contact with telegrams and the time telegrams remain in individuals' hands. The security of intelligence is ensured by separating codes and messages, and separating the receipt, copying and translation of telegrams.

The telegram was copied by Ji Sanming, and no one else was qualified to know it.

However, because it was an open telegram, there was no need for the translation team to intervene. Ji Sanming already knew the content. Thinking of the section chief's indifferent attitude, he deliberately showed off and looked at everyone with a sly look, with a mysterious and proud face:

“Not Japanese.”

"If they are not Japanese spies, then they must be the Central Bureau of Investigation and the Red Party?"

"It's not the Central Bureau of Investigation." Ji Sanming became even more proud.

"That's the Red Party, Team Leader Ji. Don't keep us in suspense. Just tell us if it's not confidential information." One person urged.

Ji Sanming was already extremely satisfied psychologically, and said with a somewhat smug look: "He is a member of the Red Party, but he is a traitor to the Red Party."

"Red Party traitor? No way? He was sending messages on the radio while escaping. It looks like he's a big fish, or he must be a radio operator."

"I don't know if it's a big fish, but this person must be a novice. Not only is his technique not very good, but he also paused several times during the transmission."

Ji Sanming sneered and finally said:

"What's even funnier is that this guy sent a plain text telegram."

"What? A plain text telegram?" Everyone's eyes widened. What's the difference between this and "streaking"?
Everyone's curiosity grew stronger, and they all asked, "Team Leader Ji, why is he doing this?"

"How should I know?" Ji Sanming was annoyed by the question. Thinking of what the section chief said, he sneered, "Maybe this Red Party traitor named Xiang Tingyuan is crazy about becoming famous!"

"Hahahaha." Everyone burst into laughter. They didn't expect to hear such "thrilling" and "explosive" news in the middle of boring and tedious work.

A thin and handsome young man among the radio operators was also laughing, but his smile seemed a little forced.

After everyone had finished making a fuss, they started to mind their own business. The young man picked up the cigarette on the table and walked towards the toilet.

He held the lighter with both hands and lit a cigarette, smoking silently. Behind the swirling smoke, his expression had become extremely solemn.

To others, Ji Sanming's boastful words were just some extra topics for after-dinner conversation, but not to him. His heart felt as if it had been pierced by something sharp.

His name is Zhang Weilin, and he is a Red Party member lurking in the Telecommunications Department.

He was from Wuxi. After graduating from the provincial high school, he went to Shanghai to make a living and accidentally entered the Shanghai Level 3 Radio School.

After entering, I realized that this was a special agent telecommunications training class organized by the Secret Service, and I couldn't leave.

After graduation, Zhang Weilin was assigned to the Ruijin Group of JX Provincial Station to engage in radio work.

It was here that he came into contact with the underground Red Party organization and later secretly joined the Red Party.

After the Anti-Japanese War, Zhang Weilin was transferred to the headquarters and served as a clerk in the Telecommunications Department. Now he is a radio operator in the Electricity Monitoring Section of the Telecommunications Department.

The location here is very critical, and the instructions given to him by his superiors are to "stay hidden and efficient, lie in wait for a long time, accumulate strength, and wait for the opportunity."

But if there is a traitor at this moment, it means that some of your comrades will be arrested. Watching your comrades being arrested and being unable to do anything is more painful than guilt.

Zhang Weilin felt that since he had obtained this information, he should do something. He did not think it was a "must" because it involved some kind of weighing and choosing. It was an instinctive reaction.

He thought about it for a while, and when he was almost finished smoking a cigarette, there was finally a light in his eyes.

No. 22 Japanese Concession.

Du Chengyou and several intelligence agents searched the place inside and out, but found nothing except two bodies.

He looked at the messy room with some disappointment, and his eyes then fell on a scoundrel in the yard who was controlled by the intelligence agent.

"Did you kill the person? What about the other things?"

The scoundrel Wang Er was in tears. He and a few of his younger brothers, who were also penniless, robbed a refugee today to get some money. They ate and drank to their heart's content, and then strolled down the street. Before they knew it, they had arrived near Yard No. 22.

One of his men noticed some scattered banknotes at the entrance of the alley and immediately ran over to pick them up. Naturally, the others were unwilling to be left behind and unconsciously entered Yard No. 22 during the looting.

A gangster accidentally stepped on a corpse and was scared to death.

Alcohol makes the cowardly man daring. As the leader of the group, Wang Er bravely entered the inner room and found more banknotes and an "iron lump" he had never seen before as expected.

Finally, Wang Er took the lead and sold the "iron lump" to an electrical appliance repairman overnight.

The person in charge had some knowledge and recognized that this was a radio, which was a military-controlled item. Fearing that he would be implicated, he accepted it at a high price. After sending Wang Er and others away, he immediately called the police.

Wang Er was dragged down from the brothel girl's bed. He was naked and shivering with cold. He said, "I don't have the courage to do this. Sir, this is all a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstand?"

Du Chengyou sneered. A Japanese radio station was found at the scene. The two dead people were identified as the Japanese spies Tenggang Nakaharu and Kikuchi Takayuki who were wanted by the Operations Department. It was a great achievement, but now they were dead and he couldn't get any more money from them. How could he be willing to accept this?

"You didn't kill him. You are also an accomplice. Otherwise, how did the Japanese escape our wanted list?"

Du Chengyou grabbed Wang Er's chin and scolded him, "Tell the truth, or you will be in big trouble in the interrogation room."

Wang Er's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he said tremblingly: "Sir, what I said is true."

"If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the wine for punishment. Take it back." Du Chengyou waved his hand impatiently, glanced at his watch, and asked:
"The people from the Operations Department haven't arrived yet?"

He pointed out one person and said, "Go out and call them, tell them the case has been handled, and tell them not to come."

In the current situation, he doesn't want to take credit for the action.

"Who said we don't need to come?" As soon as Du Chengyou finished speaking, Monkey and Qian Xiaosan walked in with several plainclothes officers.

Du Chengyou cursed inwardly, looked at the two men and asked, "Director Zhang is not here?"

"Do we need to take action to catch a spy?" The monkey glanced at him sideways and sneered.

That look clearly said, who do you think you are?

Du Chengyou snorted coldly and said expressionlessly: "Since you are here, the case will be handed over to you."

He sneered in his heart. Not only was it raining, but the scene was severely damaged by Wang Er and his gang. He wanted to see how these self-righteous guys in the Operations Department would investigate the case. He would have to get beaten to a bloody pulp.

The monkey didn't say anything. He squatted down and observed the corpse for a while, then said:

"Killed with one shot, all fired at a distance. The murderer should have come in through the main door and had a conversation with the deceased. There are livor mortis, but rigor mortis has not yet formed. The time of death should be within two hours. The murderer should have used .38."

.9 Browning pistol with a caliber of 0.38 mm ( inches).

Du Chengyou was somewhat surprised. He did not expect that a team leader under Zhang Yi could have such ability. He frowned and said:
"This type of pistol is used by our military, but it is also not uncommon on the black market. It is extremely difficult to find someone using a pistol."

Looking at his watch, he frowned and was silent for a while. Still not giving up, he called a few of his men and said, "Go, ask the neighbors around here if they heard any gunshots last night. It would be best if we could find witnesses." Monkey and Qian Xiaosan looked at each other and laughed disdainfully. The murderer was so cautious, he must have used a silent pistol, so how could there be gunshots? Besides, even if a neighbor heard the noise in the middle of the night, they would not have the courage to come out.

Du Chengyou shrugged indifferently. Hearing the sound of a car, he glanced at the door and saw Zhang Yi walking in with Secretary Chen.

"Did you find anything?"

"A small case actually alarmed Deputy Director Zhang?"

Du Chengyou smiled hypocritically, "The murderer is very cunning and didn't leave any clues. I really can't understand who would kill two desperate Japanese spies. Could it be that they are fighting among themselves?"

Zhang Yi did not comment. He asked Monkey and Qian Xiaosan a few questions. After understanding the case, he said, "If there is no clue, we should withdraw first and protect the scene. Let the trace and footprint technicians from the technical department come to investigate again tomorrow."

Du Chengyou agreed with a smile: "Yes, what can we, the rough guys, see? Then, Deputy Director Zhang, let me see you off."

"Need not."

As Zhang Yi was speaking, an intelligence officer under Du Chengyou ran in and said, "Chief, a neighbor said that he saw a stranger knocking on the door of this house last night."

Zhang Yi was stunned. Not only did he disguise himself last night, he also conducted careful reconnaissance. How could he be seen by someone?
Du Chengyou was excited, his eyes sparkling: "Where are they?"

The intelligence agent pointed, and he looked towards the door, only to see two intelligence agents supporting a trembling old man walking in.

Du Chengyou greeted him excitedly, with a kind and friendly face:
"Old man, did you see the person knocking on the door last night? Just a few hours ago."

The old man walked in a hurry, panting, and after a long while he nodded and said, "Yes."

Du Chengyou became even more excited and asked hurriedly, "Male or female?"

"male."

"Have you seen it before?"

"No. Never seen it."

"Do you remember what he looked like? What height and body type did he wear?"

"I remember. I won't forget. I have a good memory."

Du Chengyou was excited. He quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for the old man himself. He asked, "Then tell me, how tall is he?"

"Cough cough cough." The old man smoked a cigarette, squinted his eyes and looked around, as if looking for some reference.

Suddenly, he took a few trembling steps forward, staring at Zhang Yi's face suspiciously, then pointed at Zhang Yi who was also smoking, and said with certainty:

"That's him. He's the one who knocked on the door just now."

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

The intelligence officers all looked at each other, staring at Zhang Yi, wondering why Director Zhang didn't report the Japanese spies when he discovered them, but instead executed them privately?
Could it be
If it is true, as Chief Du said, that this is an internal conflict among Japanese spies, then Director Zhang's identity is...
But this is too incredible, right?

Monkey and Qian Xiaosan looked at each other and stared at Du Chengyou with a sneer. They suspected that Du Chengyou was the one behind all this. They both put their hands on their pistols at the same time. If Du Chengyou dared to play any tricks, they would subdue him without hesitation. They believed that it was true and even if it was done by the director, there must be a reason for him to do so.

"You, old man."

Before Qian Xiaosan could speak, Du Chengyou had already pulled out his pistol, loaded it with bullets, and secretly pointed it at Zhang Yi, staring at the old man and asking, "Uncle, take a closer look, is it him?"

He thought to himself, you are so good, Deputy Director Zhang, I finally caught you. No matter what your intention was, you didn't report the clues you found, and you privately executed the Japanese spies without trial. If I report it to the Director General, you will be in big trouble.

Zhang Yi stood there calmly, smoking calmly.

The old man panted and walked up to Zhang Yi, rubbed his presbyopic eyes, and looked at him carefully.

At this time, another intelligence officer ran in from outside and said to Du Chengyou: "Chief, Wang Er's other accomplices have also been arrested."

As he spoke, he noticed that the atmosphere was not right and immediately fell silent.

When the old man heard the man talking, he turned and stared at him, looking at him suspiciously for a few times, then walked up to him and took a look, and said again with certainty: "It's him, it's him!"

"Fuck." Du Chengyou looked frustrated. The fantasy in his heart was instantly shattered. He looked at the old man with disgust: "Let this old thing go away."

The men hurriedly dragged the old man away. Du Chengyou carefully put away his pistol and looked at Zhang Yi with an embarrassed and flattering expression:

"Deputy Director Zhang, I didn't expect it to be a misunderstanding"

Everyone present secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this was just right. Deputy Director Zhang hated the Japanese so much, how could he do such a thing? They were all ashamed of their dirty thoughts just now.

Monkey and Qian Xiaosan also breathed a sigh of relief for some reason. They put away their pistols and looked at Du Chengyou coldly.

Zhang Yi did not respond, but just smiled self-deprecatingly and looked at Du Chengyou with the same amusement.

Du Chengyou was being stared at by several people, and he felt uneasy in his heart, wondering if these rough guys would be so bold as to beat him up.

Just as I was thinking anxiously, I heard the sound of a car braking at the door again, and then the director of the Second Department, He Shangyou, walked in with murderous intent.

Du Chengyou had a look of confusion. It was just a case of a Japanese spy, but why did it even alarm the people from the Second Department? This was not within their jurisdiction.

He trotted up with a puzzled look on his face:

"Director He, how come you are here? What are you doing?"

Before he could finish his words, a pistol was pressed against his forehead. Then several plainclothes officers stepped forward, quickly subdued him and took away his gun.

"What?"

He Shangyou had a grim look on his face. "Captain Du, you are such a good actor. You left me with a solemn promise, and the next moment you came here to send a message."

"Send a message?"

"You still want to act? You are just being stubborn." He Shangyou sneered:
"You are the only one I told about Xiang Tingyuan. If not you, who else would I tell?"

He had already contacted Wei Yongcheng in the Fifth War Zone. Xiang Tingyuan stayed in the brothel with him all night and there was someone guarding him, so he had no chance to send a message.

Furthermore, the Telegraph Office has already confirmed that the telegram was sent from the Japanese Concession. Who else could it be except Du Chengyou who knew the intelligence?

"What do you mean? Director He, we are catching Japanese spies. What does this have to do with Xiang Tingyuan? What happened to him?" Du Chengyou was completely confused.

"Let me ask you, did you get the information about Xiang Tingyuan from me?"

".Yes, but I didn't tell anyone!"

"Let me ask you again, was this radio seized from here? Is this the Japanese concession?"

"Yes."

"One last question, where did you go after leaving my office?"

"I'm home."

"Who can prove it?"

"This" Du Chengyou had just arrived in Wuhan and found a long private room in the hotel. The boss had already run away to the mountain city with his waiters, so there was no way to prove it.

"Hmph, you have nothing to say? Take him away." He Shangyou waved his hand in disgust, and Du Chengyou was gagged and dragged out.

"Director He, what's going on?" Zhang Yi pretended to be confused: "What did Chief Du do?"

".It's hard to describe in words."

He Shangyou didn't want to talk more. He nodded at Zhang Yi, turned around and left, leaving a group of plainclothes officers looking at each other in confusion.

Wasn't Chief Du arresting people? How come he was arrested in the end?
(End of this chapter)