My spy diary

Chapter 399: Playing the long game to catch big fish (asking for monthly tickets)

"What did you find?"

"radio."

Zhang Yi looked at him with a frown, while Qian Xiaosan waited anxiously for what to come.

Under the gaze of the two men, Monkey introduced to them the details of the search with a serious face.

“Gao Xiaowei’s house is magnificent, but nothing valuable was found.

The radio was found in the study of his deputy Horton. It looked normal at first glance, but when I looked closely, I found scratches on the screws on the back. They were very subtle and could not be seen without careful observation.

"Do you suspect that the radio has been modified? What if someone bought it second-hand?" Qian Xiaosan questioned.

"I thought so at first. It's normal for a second-hand or repaired radio. But when I became suspicious, I became concerned and searched his house again. Finally, I found this in the tea can." Monkey said, pulling out a fingernail-sized electrical component from his pocket.

"Power amplifier!"

"Yes, that's it. Now we are sure that he converted the radio into a transceiver. The only thing missing is the earphones and buttons."

The radio itself has some circuit components that can be used for sending messages, such as oscillation circuits, amplification circuits, etc. By modifying the internal circuits, adjusting or reconnecting these components, it can generate and transmit radio signals of specific frequencies to realize the sending function.

In addition, it is necessary to modify its antenna, add a power amplifier module, expand the frequency band, and stabilize the frequency. Then, an ordinary-looking radio can be used as a transceiver.

"This guy is too cunning and treacherous, Director. I suggest that he be brought to trial immediately."

Zhang Yi thought about it and shook his head. He clearly remembered the moment when he broke open Gao Xiaowei's office door. Horton was so shocked that he trembled all over.

After a few slaps, he cooperated obediently. He was arrogant the moment before, but in the blink of an eye he was crawling on the ground. His cowardly look did not look like a well-trained agent at all.

But if all this was just his disguise, then it would make sense and seem flawless.

But now that a suspicious radio has been found in his home, we have to re-examine his identity due to numerous suspicions.

"Don't alert the enemy yet." Zhang Yi looked at his watch, "Restore his house to its original state immediately."

He emphasized the word "as is". The monkey understood and left immediately.

"Let's go and meet this person now."

When they arrived at the door of the inquiry room, a plainclothes officer came over. Zhang Yi glanced at the inquiry room and asked, "Where is Horton?"

The plainclothes officer curled his lips and said, "It's a toilet. As soon as he entered the interrogation room, he defecated all over his pants. There was shit and urine all over his pants."

"Really?" Zhang Yi thought.

"Section Chief, you didn't see that this guy was too cowardly. He was trembling with fear and was so scared that he couldn't even walk."

Zhang Yi thought for a moment and asked again: "Did you see the shit and urine in your pants with your own eyes?"

"Do you still need to look? He has made the whole room stink."

Zhang Yi raised his eyebrows: "Did he start to lose control of his bowels and bladder as soon as he entered the corridor before entering the house?"

"How do you know?" the plainclothes officer looked surprised.

"Have you ever seen someone who is so frightened that he pees and shits?" At this moment he was even more certain that Horton was acting.

When a person is in extreme fear, the body will initiate a "fight or flight" response, the sympathetic nerves will be excited, and the adrenal bone marrow will be prompted to secrete large amounts of adrenaline, leading to accelerated heart rate, increased blood pressure, and rapid breathing. At the same time, the tightness of the bladder and rectum will change, and the sphincter will relax, leading to incontinence.

This is not only a physiological but also a psychological factor. Different people have different nervous systems and psychological endurance.

It is common for the elderly and children to become incontinent due to fear. Some of the prisoners they arrested had wet their pants out of fear, but none of them had incontinence of both urine and feces. There were quite a few such people during the interrogation process.

The plainclothes officer shook his head blankly.

Zhang Yi sneered in his heart, this man must have taken laxatives. It took almost twenty minutes from the time he was arrested to the bureau headquarters, and the effect of the medicine should have taken effect.

But he could give himself diarrhea, but he couldn't control the timing precisely.

"What are you standing there for? Bring him here."

"Yes."

Horton, who had just finished using the toilet, looked pale and weak, shivering as he sat on the chair.

"Don't be nervous, this is just an inquiry, not torture." Zhang Yixian asked someone to pour him a glass of water and began to speak lightly:

"Tell me about Yu Ze. Where were you the night he was killed?"

"I was in the casino with Master Gao. I really didn't kill him. I have no grudge against him. Besides, I was powerless." Horton said with a bitter face, looking innocent.

"Besides Gao Xiaowei?"

"Let me think about it. Oh, by the way, Yu Ze received the call and left at about 9 o'clock that night. During that time, I was dealing with a dispute in the casino. Someone was caught cheating."

"So you don't have time to commit crimes?"

"It can be proven to many people, and I have no motive to kill him at all."

"Where's Gao Xiaowei? What was he doing during that time?"

"He was drinking. After I dealt with the dispute, I joined him. We drank until dawn. We were drunk and didn't receive the news of Yu Ze's death until the next afternoon."

"Oh, then let's talk about the other things. Starting from your acquaintance with Yu Ze, we can also understand what kind of person he is." Zhang Yi asked simply.

"We came to the casino later. He was brought here by Master Gao."

Holden began to speak intermittently, all of which were irrelevant to the case and what he had heard, such as how Yu Ze's family helped Gao Xiaowei, how Yu Ze protected Gao Xiaowei, how Yu Ze fell into poverty, how he fought with others in the casino, and what conflicts and hatreds he had with so and so...

"Sir, I think Yu Ze must have been killed by his enemies. He is a fierce and brave man, and there are many people who hold a grudge against him."

"Enemy? Who do you think it is?"

"How can I put this? There are too many people who have conflicts with him."

"Write it down, and we will investigate it one by one."

Zhang Yi motioned for him to have paper and pen, and as he spoke, he stared at Horton intently.

The topic was directed to the enemy. He saw Holden breathing slightly, his Adam's apple moving, as if he was relieved to let out the breath that was stuck in his chest.

The tension became relaxed.

"Okay, okay." Horton smiled ingratiatingly. Just as he picked up the pen, suddenly, his stomach made a loud gurgling sound. He glanced at Zhang Yi awkwardly, and then there was another loud gurgling sound.

I have to poop at a critical moment. What should I do?

Horton considered whether he should endure it for a while, but the urge to defecate came so fiercely that he had no chance to hold it back. In a flash, a big, uncontrollable fart came out. He felt a heat in the back of his pants, said sorry with shame, squeezed his legs together and stood up.

"Sir, I. I want to go to the bathroom."

Horton regretted his decision so much at this moment that just in case, he took laxatives to disguise himself as a cowardly loser.

But it was obvious that the Military Control Commission was only investigating Yu Ze's death and did not doubt his identity at all, so they would definitely find nothing in his own home.

If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place. Now I want to control myself, but I'm unable to do so.

Zhang Yi covered his mouth and nose and stepped back a few steps. He looked at him speechlessly and signaled his men to take him out.

Horton felt as if he had been pardoned. He squeezed his legs together and ran out.

"stop!"

Horton was so frightened that he trembled all over. He turned around tremblingly and heard Zhang Yi say:

"Mr. Huo, I'm warning you, don't believe any fart easily when you have diarrhea, understand?"

"Sir, you are so humorous," Horton smiled awkwardly, and with a "puff" sound, the filth flowed down his trouser legs.

"You bastard, why don't you control yourself?" The plainclothes officer scolded him with a look of disgust, and pushed him to the toilet.

This time, Horton had diarrhea so badly in the toilet that he felt dizzy. He had diarrhea occasionally in the decades since he could remember, but this was the first time he had such severe diarrhea. He couldn't help but sigh that Chinese laxatives were really powerful.

He pooped for a while and was about to pull up his pants when the next wave came again.

I stayed in the toilet for more than ten minutes. My whole body was sore and my face was pale. There was no more water in my stomach. I stood up, but I still felt a vague urge in my stomach.

Under the constant urging of the plainclothes officers, he forced himself to walk out of the toilet despite feeling uncomfortable, explaining that he might be nervous or had an upset stomach. Zhang Yi said that it was understandable and human nature.

Then, he went right to the point and listed the names of Yu Ze's "enemies".

"Sir, can I go now?"

"What do you think?"

"This"

"Don't say you don't know what the crime of smuggling, trafficking and selling opium is."

According to the Anti-Opium Law these days, those who smuggle and sell small quantities of opium are generally sentenced to detention, fixed-term imprisonment and a fine, ranging from a few months to a few years.

For large quantities, the punishment is more than ten years or life imprisonment. Only for those who use armed forces to cover up trafficking and resist law enforcement violently, the punishment will be increased to death penalty. Of course, the actual execution is another matter.

Horton trembled all over, suddenly knelt on the ground, begging for mercy, saying: "Sir, I am living under someone else's roof and obeying your orders. This is not what I want to do. Please let me go."

Without waiting for Zhang Yi to answer, he kowtowed and said with tears streaming down his face:
"I have money. As long as the commander lets me go, I can give it to you."

Zhang Yi let him cry and yell, and after a while he asked with interest: "How much money do you have?"

Hearing this question, Horton was obviously relieved and quickly said, "Two hundred thousand French francs, thirty thousand US dollars, and ten small yellow croakers."

As soon as he was relieved, Zhang Yi became more motivated, as if he was dissatisfied with the small amount of money. He immediately shook his head and said, "No, really no, I'm still in a difficult situation."

"I'm just a small figure. It's just a matter of a word from the boss. What's so difficult about it?" Horton had unknowingly been drawn into Zhang Yi's train of thought.

"It's a difficult job for me as the deputy director. There are hundreds or even thousands of people in the team, and we are short of funds. It's New Year's Day, and my brothers finally caught a few fat sheep. How can I not take advantage of them? How can I explain to my subordinates if I let you go for such a small amount of money? We can't all starve to death, right? How can we feel good about that?"

"What do you mean, sir?"

"Ahem." Zhang Yi cleared his throat and said seriously, "Then I'll raise the price. Without $100,000, no deal."

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"Sir, where can I get so much money? I..."

"You don't have it, but Gao Xiaowei does. If he doesn't have it, his godfather must have it. You should be familiar with his home phone number, right?"

As he said this, Zhang Yi smiled coldly and motioned Qian Xiaosan to hand him the phone.

"Don't worry, the monitoring devices here are all turned off, you can call without worry.

Oh, by the way, you have 100,000, but Gao Xiaowei has not that much. We don't care about the gambling money, but the opium, guns and ammunition will be confiscated, and he will be fined ten times, plus his bail, a total of 200,000 US dollars. "After saying that, Zhang Yi and others left the inquiry room.

In the stinky room, Holden bit his lip, took a deep breath, and made a phone call.

"Hello, it's me, Manager Huo, Boss, hello. The Military Control Commission is investigating the murder of an informant, and Master Gao refused their summons. Yes, yes, yes.
Now it is like this, the deputy director of the Military Control Commission said that he can return to the world, but he asked for a huge sum of $100,000. No, I want $100,000, but if Mr. Gao wants to go out, he must have $200,000. Big boss, please take a look at this matter."

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On the phone, Manager Huo reported anxiously.

In the magnificent and antique study, Director Tang, wearing silk pajamas, leaned on the desk and listened to the voice on the phone.

His eyes were a little dull and he was obviously confused. Just because of the life and death of an informant, the Military Control Commission was so cruel as to destroy his own casino?

He still can't accept this fact.

Moreover, he never thought that it was possible that in just half a day, those colleagues who usually treated him as brothers would avoid him one after another.

When Director He heard that this was done by the Military Control Commission, he asked about it but nothing happened. Several bigwigs in the Political Science Department all avoided the matter.

He did have the urge to go directly to the chairman, but the other party had the evidence on him. If the case really came to the chairman, he would be the one who would be embarrassed in the end. Not only would he lose his job, but Gao Xiaowei would probably die.

Why did this bastard mess with the military control? He's offering 300,000 US dollars, aren't you afraid of choking to death?

"Boss, look."

"Give him all, but not a penny less of the casino's gambling receipts. Also, they have to make sure this matter doesn't get leaked to the newspapers."

The busy tone of the phone rang out, and Director Tang was upset. He picked up the teacup and threw it hard onto a piece of Hai Rui's calligraphy on the wall - A gentleman should avoid self-deception and seek to be humble.

The tea stains blurred the word "戒", and the calligraphy became a self-deception and self-humility of a gentleman, full of irony.

In the living room, the phone kept ringing. It was Mrs. Tang's voice.

"Hello, Madam He, hello. I have a favor to ask of you. Can Mr. Jingzhi give a greeting to Mr. Dai from the Military Control Commission?"

"Hello, Sister Ke, it's me. Is Director Zheng home? Does he know Zhang Yi from the Military Control Commission?"

"Hey"

The door of the study clicked open, and the couple looked at each other sadly. The wife asked expectantly, "What happened?"

"Now that we have clarified the matter, that bastard asked for three hundred thousand U.S. dollars." Director Tang was furious.

"What? Three hundred thousand dollars?" Mrs. Tang screamed, "The casino only makes this much a year. Isn't this a waste of money?"

"Why are you so loud?"

"I just feel sorry for the money."

"With power comes money. Don't put the cart before the horse. I've already promised them." Director Tang slammed the table and said angrily.

"So that's the end of it?"

"Who knows? Isn't this waiting for news?"

The two of them were arguing, and Zhang Yi looked at Holden who had put down the phone in annoyance:
"You agreed so readily? Is it going to be less?"

Horton shrugged his head, not knowing how to respond.

"What are you standing there for? Clean up the room for me. Also, clean up the mess you made in the hallway."

Zhang Yi snorted coldly and turned away.

Half an hour later, he walked into Director He Zhiyuan's office holding an oil-paper bag.

"Deputy Director Zhang, there's quite a commotion today!"

"It's not small, but the harvest is also not small." As he said this, he placed the oil paper bag on the desk.

"What is this?" He Zhiyuan asked.

"Someone gave me some tea, which is said to be good, so I'll give it to you for your appreciation."

"Thank you then." When He Zhiyuan heard that it was tea, he didn't care too much and picked it up. Then he felt it was a little heavy. He thought for something and opened the drawer and put it in.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and Zhang Yi glanced at his watch and said, "The Intelligence Department still has things to report to Boss Dai, so I'll be leaving first."

"Good good."

He Zhiyuan stood up and said farewell to Zhang Yi. After Zhang Yi left, he immediately opened the drawer and opened the oil paper package. There were three stacks of US dollars squeezed under the tea cake. He couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

On the other side, Zhang Yi put a suitcase and a tape on Dai Chunfeng's desk.

Then he continued to report: "It seems that this Horton is very suspicious. He might be a hidden Japanese spy. I plan to play the long game to catch a big fish. What do you think?"

Dai Chunfeng thought for a while, smacked his lips and said, "A small spy can sometimes be a breakthrough point."

Zhang Yi asked with a double meaning: "Then I will 'release' him?"

"As long as you make sure you don't arouse his suspicion, he can leave now."

"Yes."

After Zhang Yi left, Dai Chunfeng opened the suitcase and saw twenty-five bundles of banknotes neatly lined up in the box like soldiers.

He nodded, closed the box, put the tape into an old-fashioned wire recorder on the table, and pressed the play button.

The voices of Horton and Tang Yi came from the loudspeaker.

"Boss, look."

"Give him all, but not a penny less of the casino's gambling receipts. Also, they have to make sure this matter doesn't get leaked to the newspapers."

Dai Chunfeng pressed the stop button, rewound and listened to it again, a smile appeared on his lips, and he put the recording into the safe.

After coming out of the Military Intelligence Bureau, Horton looked a little haggard. He walked for a while with his head down before he stopped a rickshaw and went home.

When I opened the door, the room was in a mess, as if it had been robbed.

He turned a blind eye to all this, walked cautiously behind the curtain in the dark, observed vigilantly for a while, and when he saw nothing unusual, he turned on the lights in the house and started to work.

Check radios, tea cans, telephones, and any other places where eavesdropping devices might be installed.

Only after he was sure that everything was safe did he breathe a sigh of relief, turn off the lights and go to the study, check the curtains, then light a candle, sit down at the table, turn on the radio on the table, and adjust the channel button.

After a while, a female announcer's voice gradually became clearer on the radio:

"Today's food prices in Shanghai. Rice, 1,357 yuan per bag. Corn, 842.3 yuan per bag. Soybean oil."

He took out a pencil and began to write on a piece of paper.

After finishing the recording, he pulled out the bottom book from the pile of books on the table, spread it out, and flipped through the corresponding pages one by one according to the Arabic numerals that corresponded to the numbers he had just recorded on the paper.

Afterwards, he wrote a string of words on the paper: Hidden Owl, see you at the usual place at 8 o'clock tomorrow night.

Under the candlelight, Holden's face looked a little gloomy.

I'm on a business trip and still have two chapters to go. I'll make up for it slowly.

(End of this chapter)