My spy diary

Chapter 396 Deputy Director (asking for monthly ticket)
Remember history, never forget national humiliation, and strive to become stronger!

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Zhang Yi had just returned home when the phone rang.

"Chief Zhang, something happened!"

"what?"

"Secretary Wang is dead."

"Really? How did he die?" Zhang Yi seemed surprised.

"It is said that he was poisoned by potassium cyanide. The person is now in the Sixth Branch of the Police Station. Director He will rush over immediately."

"I know, I'll go there now."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yi did not rush out. Instead, he took a hot bath, changed his clothes, and then went out slowly.

In the Sixth Precinct, in an empty room, a dozen plainclothes officers gathered in a circle, all with stern expressions.

Zhang Yi hurried over and the crowd made way for him.

When he walked in, he saw Secretary Wang's body lying on the ground with his face up, his eyes wide open, as if he had died with his eyes open.

The corpse's face was bluish purple and its lips were dark purple, which indeed looked like symptoms of potassium cyanide poisoning.

Someone whispered, "Director He and the medical examiner are here."

The people who were gathered around turned around and saw He Shangyou, his entourage, and the forensic doctor carrying the autopsy box coming over. No one said a word, but just silently made way for them.

The forensic doctor of the technical department was an old man in his fifties. He was a former coroner and had worked for the Qing government before joining the Secret Service.

He walks with a limp, not because he is disabled, but because he has a herniated disc.

He looked at the body expressionlessly, silently opened the autopsy box, put on gloves, and began the autopsy.

Including Zhang Yi and He Shangyou, all the people standing outside the circle were watching the forensic doctor's every move intently.

The old forensic doctor pried open Secretary Wang's mouth, took a look, and smelled it. Apart from the vomit, there was nothing unusual.

After a brief thought, he stripped Secretary Wang of his clothes, stripped him naked, and examined him over and over again.

"Flashlight."

A flashlight immediately illuminated Secretary Wang's body. The old forensic doctor carefully examined it from head to toe, not missing any scars.

Finally, he found a small pinhole under Secretary Wang's ribs.

Then check the thighs and soles of the feet.
After checking all the details, the forensic doctor closed Secretary Wang's eyes with his hands, covered the body with his clothes, then stood up, walked to He Shangyou and said:

"Director He, that's about it."

He Shangyou's face was as gloomy as water, and he nodded to signal him to report the situation.

The old medical examiner said, "It was potassium cyanide poisoning, for sure. The poisoning occurred under the ribs. He must have been stabbed by a poisoned needle or some sharp object."

"Needle?" He Shangyou asked.

The forensic doctor nodded and said, "Yes, once the poison enters the body, it will quickly exert its toxicity, and the deceased will show obvious symptoms of poisoning in a very short time."

Zhang Yi thought for a moment and said, "He killed her with one shot. He must be an expert."

The medical examiner continued, “That’s right, not only is he an expert, he’s also very brave and careful.

As far as I know, the victim was on a crowded tram when the accident happened, and the killer took advantage of this opportunity to quietly inject him with an injection. It was crowded, and he himself might not have paid much attention, but when the toxin entered the blood and reacted, it was too late, and the killer took advantage of this gap to escape. "

He Shangyou seemed to be thinking about something. He stared at the plainclothes officers who were "escorting" Secretary Wang and asked:

"Did anyone get off the bus before or after the incident?"

The plainclothes leader named Song Hui immediately said, "Yes, a woman in a cheongsam, probably from the entertainment industry."

"What about people?"

"Get off the car."

"I know you got off the car, but I mean did you track her? Did the brothers who were secretly on guard outside see where she went?" He Shangyou was furious.

Song Hui thought for a moment and said, "The brothers who deployed the defense said that after she got off the car, she turned a corner and got into a black car parked on the street."

"What car? Who's driving it?"

Zhang Yi and He Shangyou blurted out the question at the same time and looked at Song Hui expectantly. Zhang Yi even seemed to be more eager to know the answer than He Shangyou.

Song Hui: "It is said to be a common black car on the street."

Another plainclothes officer who was secretly responsible for surveillance quickly chimed in:

"Someone on the tram called out loudly at the time, and we knew something had happened, so we rushed over immediately. We didn't notice the license plate, nor did we see the driver clearly."

He Shangyou waited for them to get to the point, but there was no follow-up. He smacked his lips twice in anger:
"You're useless. You didn't catch any of the Reds, and you let people kill our people in broad daylight right under our noses. What's the use of you? You're a bunch of useless people!"

So Song Hui had no choice but to quickly retreat with a few of his men in disgrace.

The two remaining men in the room didn't speak for a long time.

Usually when an action fails, they will hold a meeting to analyze the reasons for the failure, summarize the experience and lessons, and sometimes they can discover new clues in the process.

But what should we analyze and summarize from today’s actions?

"It seems like a premeditated murder. The car belongs to either the murderer or her accomplice. What a pity." Zhang Yi sighed with regret, and asked in confusion:
"Director He, isn't that guy dead? Why is Secretary Wang still carrying out the fishing plan? Even I don't know about this. If I knew, I could make up for it."

He Shangyou glanced at him and said seriously:
“It’s not that I’m hiding this from you on purpose. No one knows about this except Xiao Wang and I, so I just want to keep it secret.

After Zhao Fusheng's death, Xiao Wang felt very guilty and took the initiative to ask to pretend to be a traitor of the Red Party to continue the fishing plan. Who would have thought that he would die before he could accomplish his mission? It's a pity that he was so loyal to the party and the country. "

"I see, it's a pity."

A long sigh.

After a pause, He Shangyou asked, "Chief Zhang, what do you think about this matter?"

Zhang Yi also looked helpless: "It's probably the Red Party who did it, but the news must have been leaked by an insider. It's impossible that Secretary Wang betrayed himself, right?"

"Are those people who are working with Song Hui?"

“It’s possible, maybe it was unintentional, but regardless, we still need to further identify the murderer.

Didn't Team Leader Song say that the woman in the cheongsam was from a brothel? Perhaps we can start from there. Brothels are a place where all kinds of people mingle, and it is the safest place to trade intelligence."

He Shangyou seemed to be thinking about something, and called Song Hui again: "Draw a portrait of that woman immediately, gather people, and go to all the brothels to investigate."

"Brothel?" Song Hui thought for a moment and said, "Secretary Wang came out of a brothel this morning."

He Shangyou's expression became uglier: "Why did he go to the brothel?"

"It's for venting. I have to go on a mission and I'm worried and scared, so I have to find a way to vent."

"The fire was put out, but someone died." He Shangyou looked annoyed.

Zhang Yi pondered and asked, "The body smelled of alcohol just now. Did he drink? Could he have been drunk and accidentally leaked the information?"

Song Hui looked impressed: "It's possible."

He Shangyou snorted coldly and said with a sullen face: "Since there is a clue, why don't you go check it out?"

"Yes." Song Hui left quickly.

He Shangyou didn't want to talk anymore.

Dai Chunfeng didn't want to talk either. He sat on the sofa, looking gloomy.

Mao Qiwu, who was sitting next to him, glanced at him quietly and asked, "Mr. Dai, what happened?" Boss Dai sighed helplessly and said, "Fortunately, I got there first. When I came out, I happened to meet Ju Laogui who came to complain. Otherwise, I don't know how to explain it.

This old ghost said that there was a woman from the Military Control Commission active among his subordinates. The old guy was well-informed.

The principal explained the whole story to him respectfully, and I apologized in person, saving the old man enough face, and he went back satisfied. "

"Then the chairman didn't make things difficult for Brother Yunong, did he?"

"The old man scolded me first and then praised me. After he gave me a lecture, he said, 'It's understandable that I was deceived by false information. It's better to take precautions before it happens. You are loyal and not afraid of responsibility. You also leave room for maneuver.' That's how the incident was passed."

Hearing this, Mao Qiwu felt relieved and said:
"It was Qi Wu's incompetence that caused Mr. Dai to suffer."

These words were spoken sincerely but helplessly. Mao Qi even sacrificed his wife and company, but in return he got a piece of false news.

After much effort, they hoped to uncover the enemy spies through this information, but in the end, they lost both the wife and the army.

"You were also deceived by the fake news." Dai Chunfeng waved his hand and asked, "What are you going to do next?"

Mao Qiwu thought for a moment and said, "Although it is fake news and a false alarm, the mastermind behind this is obviously malicious and we must dig him out.

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I plan to start the investigation from two aspects. First, start with the people who had contact with the deceased informant;
Second, let’s start with Ju Gongguan and Secretary Zhang to see where they got their information.”

Boss Dai nodded in agreement. Mao Qiwu's sorting and analysis of cases became more and more mature.

However, after thinking about it, he said, "Let Zhang Yi check it out. Professionals should do professional things."

After a pause, he looked at Mao Qiwu again and said, "Of course, the people in the inspection office will also be secretly involved."

"Yes." Mao Qiwu felt the power of support behind him.

The sky is blue, a flock of pigeons fly by, and the pigeon whistles are long.

The weather is unusually good.

Zhang Yi sat on the sofa in the office, calmly pouring water and making tea.

The tea brewed in a short while, and when the lid of the bowl was opened, a wisp of fragrance immediately spread out.

He poured a bowl for Monkey and Qian Xiaosan, who had come back exhausted from the journey.
"Come, have a taste. You must have had a hard time traveling all the way."

"The section chief has been working hard. We have all heard about it. We never thought the undercover incident would become such a big deal."

The monkey sighed, picked up the tea, sniffed it, took a sip, and then sighed, "As the old saying goes, a sword goes with a hero. It's a waste for people like us who don't know anything about tea to drink such good tea."

"Yes, ours is a cow chewing a peony."

The three of them drank tea, chatted and wentssiped, and it was already past ten o'clock.

Zhang Yi was just about to assign tasks to the two when Song Hui knocked on the door.

"Chief Zhang, Director He wants to see you."

"what's up?"

"Case solved."

"It's broken? The cheongsam woman was found?"

"No, but we caught her accomplice."

"Go and have a look."

Zhang Yi was full of doubts and followed Song Hui all the way to the interrogation room, where he saw He Shangyou smoking with a gloomy face and a prostitute lying on the ground opposite him.

But now she has become a corpse. She looks to be only about eighteen years old. She is wearing a dark jacket and skirt, a pair of embroidered shoes on her feet, and her face is hideous.

"She is the killer's accomplice?"

Zhang Yi frowned and asked, there were marks on the prostitute's wrists and bloodstains on her body, it was obvious that she had been tortured, maybe she had confessed under torture.

"It was her. She was with Secretary Wang last night. When we found her, she was trying to escape. After interrogation, she confessed to her crime."

"Why did that person die?" Zhang Yi felt sad. In troubled times, human life was worthless, let alone a prostitute. Who would stand up for her?

Aren’t there enough such confused scapegoats these days?

He had heard of a story about a young couple who had fled all the way from Jiangnan to the mountain city with their four-year-old child and hid from the air raid sirens in a mass grave near the arsenal on the south bank of the mountain city.

Because the thermos he was carrying was accidentally broken, the child was playing with the broken bottle lining, and the sunlight shining on it produced a white light.

They were spotted by a spy who was hiding from an air raid nearby. He noticed something glowing next to them and insisted that they were indicating targets to enemy planes, and immediately arrested them.

After interrogation, the young couple "confessed everything" and were executed for treason a few days later.

There is a saying that the person who wronged you knows how wronged you are better than you do.

But so what? The superiors were looking for scapegoats every day, and even if they knew it was an injustice, they would torture and extract a confession. No one dared to risk their own future to speak a fair word.

"The torture was a bit harsh and she couldn't resist it." Song Hui said seriously and handed over a signed interrogation record.

Zhang Yi flipped through it and said solemnly, "Is she a Red Party member or a red party member?"

Song Hui: "She is just red. She uses the opportunity of selling herself to trade intelligence. The Red Party is just a part of it."

Zhang Yi was speechless. He had heard of people taking advantage of their positions, but this was the first time he heard of someone taking advantage of selling their body. "For money?"

"should be."

"Chief Zhang, the evidence is irrefutable, so let's not delve into it any further." He Shangyou said with a sullen face, "There are landmines everywhere in the world, and you can easily step on them. Even when visiting a brothel, you can't take it lightly. I never thought that even places like brothels would be famous now."

Zhang Yi opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

He Shangyou continued, "Although we haven't caught the killer yet, we have caught her accomplice, which can be regarded as comforting Secretary Wang's spirit in heaven. Let's hold a memorial service for Secretary Wang later."

"Okay." Zhang Yi said indifferently.

Soon, a memorial service was held in the morgue next to the interrogation room.

He Shangyou presided over the meeting.

"Secretary Wang bravely died in the pursuit of underground party members without fear of danger. We once again express our condolences to him."

He spoke the eulogy, but there was no trace of sadness in his heart. Song Hui and others in the audience applauded enthusiastically.

After a ridiculous memorial service, He Shangyou returned to his office humming a tune. Secretary Wang was dead, and so was he. But they had caught a prostitute and got her confession, and the evidence was irrefutable, so they could report to Boss Dai.

Song Hui followed behind him and flattered him all the way:

"Director, Secretary Wang has left, and we should choose another secretary for you. What do you think of Secretary Liu?
Graduated from the Foreign Affairs Training Class, a top student from Peking University, proficient in foreign languages, mastered multiple local languages, able to write and calculate, young and beautiful. "

"What do you think?"

"Secretary Wang left and Secretary Liu came. It's a blessing in disguise. We should change them."

"Okay, then let's change it. Bring her to see me when you have time," He Shangyou said casually. Before he finished his words, the phone rang.

"Hello?" It was Director Dai on the phone. He Shangyou quickly stood at attention.

"Yes, I just held a memorial service for Secretary Wang. I was filled with emotion. Everyone is calming down and preparing to turn grief into motivation to continue working with the Red Party. What notice? I didn't receive the notice you mentioned. Is that right?"

He Shangyou's expression gradually changed from solemn to surprised:

"No, no, the overall situation is more important. It's time for Section Chief Zhang to be promoted. Yes, I will definitely coordinate the work. Yes!"

After hanging up the phone, He Shangyou looked depressed. How come Zhang Yi was transferred to the Operations Department, and even as deputy director?

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(End of this chapter)