My spy diary

Chapter 408 Letter (asking for monthly ticket)
Fuzichi is a relatively prosperous area in the mountain city. There is an internal affairs agency of the Military Control Commission in Qingdeli, Lailong Lane nearby.

Special Inspection Office of the Military Commission.

Because they never arrest or interrogate anyone here, it looks clean and tidy, just like any other government agency.

"Deputy Director Zhang is here? Please come in."

Deputy Director Liu Zhipan is about forty years old, with a fat, round face with a few sparse, messy hair. He looks bitter and his voice is rough, from years of being soaked in tea leaves and nicotine.

As soon as I entered the gate, I saw various progressive books and magazines piled up like small hills and bundles of the "New China Daily".

There were more than 100 people sitting in an open room next to it. Some were drinking tea and reading newspapers, some were sleeping with their heads in their arms, some were cutting their nails, and some were knitting sweaters...

Of course, some people were working hard. I saw someone reading a letter with great interest, with a gleam in his eyes.
Liu Zhipan turned a blind eye to all this, as if he had long been accustomed to it and become numb.

He invited Zhang Yi to his office, made some tea, looked around guiltily, and then said:

"Boss Dai called. Does that mean they are investigating the military technology room this time?"

"Yes, according to the boss's instructions, we need to conduct a detailed investigation of everyone's history, resume, files, correspondence, and interpersonal relationships. We will first scan their external appearance. I'll have to trouble Director Liu to take care of the correspondence."

Liu Zhipan smiled bitterly: "What's the point of working so hard? All we do is pick bones out of paper."

Zhang Yi understood that the Anti-Smuggling Bureau, Freight Bureau, Traffic Inspection Office, Inspection Bureau, Police Bureau, etc., which were all controlled by the Military Control Commission, all had their own privileges and abundant financial resources.

The Post and Telecommunications Inspection Office is a poor office that "picks bones from paper". Even if there are achievements, what they find is not fat meat and there is no profit to be made.

Even if the most valuable search is found, it has to be handed over to other departments and they are not allowed to interfere. Even if a major case is solved, they can only get a small share of the bonus.

Even Deputy Director Liu Zhipan has been trying to change his position, so you can imagine what's happening to other people. After all, no matter how noble a cause is, it cannot withstand the seven emotions and six desires and the daily necessities of life.

He stood up and took out a bunch of keys from the drawer and said, "Come with me."

Then he walked to the cubicle and opened the door of an office.

This is a huge room, like a library, with rows of wooden cabinets for storing letters, which are very similar to the Chinese medicine cabinets in the herbal medicine shop.

There are small drawers on top, and each drawer has a label with the name of a certain unit, organization or person.

Seeing Zhang Yi's curiosity, he explained: "Generally, the post office will check the registered letters and express letters one by one, and then return them in full after inspection.

They will open the insurance letter on the spot because they are afraid that their valuables will be stolen or replaced by the inspectors, which will add to their troubles, haha.

If a suspicious letter is found, it will be handed over to the examiner for identification and research. Most of the suspicious parts of the letter will be copied down by the clerks in the secretary's office, and some important ones will be photographed and preserved. "

"Where's Ping Xin?"

"Ordinary letters will be confiscated in their original form." Liu Zhipan said disapprovingly.

Who writes ordinary letters?

Of course, it was the ordinary people. At that time, communications were backward and long-distance calls were rare. Even the dignitaries could not make enough calls. The common way for ordinary people to communicate was to write letters, and only the rich could send a telegram.

The post office receives tens of thousands of letters every day, so it is impossible for the spies to open and check every single one, so they can only focus on key checks.

Zhang Yi looked along the labels on the cabinet, and the first thing he saw was the Red Party’s office in the mountain city and other institutions.

Most of the letters written here will be detained. If there are concrete addresses and names in the letters, they will be handed over to the Military Intelligence Bureau for disposal. The writer will be placed under surveillance at the very least, or directly arrested at the worst.

Then he saw the names of many democrats.

Looking down the list of names, Zhang Yi actually saw the names of the two Chen brothers and Minister Kong and Minister Song, and was surprised:

"Do you check theirs too?"

Liu Zhipan smiled awkwardly and sighed, "These big shots are not easy to serve. If you open their letters, you will be punished. If you don't read their letters, you will be blamed if you get scolded. It's hard to explain."

"How do you say this?"

"Last time, a new bastard opened Minister Chen's letter out of curiosity, but he didn't handle it properly. After Chen received the letter, he found traces of it being opened, so he negotiated with Boss Dai.

When the boss found out that it was true, he had to go and apologize to him, and then he put the inspector in jail.

These letters from the rich and powerful cannot be opened casually, otherwise there will be problems."

Liu Zhipan's words were very secretive, but Zhang Yi understood it. It was simply that the four major families of Chang, Song, Kong and Chen had a very bad reputation, and many people hated them to the core, but they couldn't do anything about them, so smart people came up with an idea - writing a letter.

I can comfort myself by writing a letter in the most vicious language with the least cost to scold these people.

Therefore, Chang's attendant office, Minister Song, Minister Kong, and the two Chen brothers often received such letters.

After reading it, he was naturally so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, so he immediately instructed the Military Control Commission to find out who had insulted them and arrest and punish them.

Why are such letters sent out by mail? Why aren't they filtered out?

Of course, the final result was that, except for a few unlucky people who didn't know how to cover up and were arrested, most people were not caught.

After all, there were no surveillance cameras or shredders these days, so it was impossible to install them on the letter boxes.

"Yes, these are the letters from the Military Technology Room." Liu Zhipan said, pointing to a cabinet.

"Did the initial investigation reveal anything?"

"Yes, I was just about to report it, and it's just in time that you're here."

Speaking of business, Liu Zhipan, who looked like a fat cat dozing off, narrowed his eyes into slits, with a gleam of pride in his eyes. He opened the cabinet, took out a copy of the Xinhua Daily, pointed to a missing person notice on it, and said:
"This guy named Su Qiwen is a major suspect."

"He published a missing person notice in the Xinhua Daily?"

"Yes, and he used his real name." Liu Zhipan sneered, with an amused expression on his face. "I also found it incredible at first, but as I followed the clues, it became more and more interesting."

As he spoke, he took out another copied letter and said, "Take a look at this again."

Zhang Yi opened the letter and saw delicate and beautiful handwriting. The woman who wrote the letter signed it "Qingwan", but it was not known whether it was her real name or a pen name.

The letter was written to Su Qiwen, telling him that she was living well over there and that she had donated all the gold and silver jewelry that Su Qiwen had given her, including the engagement ring, to anti-Japanese and national salvation groups.

Finally, he said: "Love is beautiful, career is fascinating, but you can't have both. I chose the latter."

This is obviously a farewell letter from a pair of "star-crossed mandarin ducks" who have parted ways, wishing each other well and live happily ever after.

"Where did the letter come from?"

"Chang'an, but the heroine is in Luyi, Pagoda Mountain. Haha, isn't it interesting?"

Liu Zhipan said sarcastically, "This at least means that someone helped her send the letter from Chang'an. We are far away from what is happening over there, but there is one thing that is very strange when I think about it now."

"Director Liu, do you mean the missing person notice in the Xinhua Daily?"

"Correct."

Liu Zhipan nodded and said, "Although this nerd Su Qiwen has joined the Central Bureau of Investigation, he probably has not received any professional training, otherwise he would not have done such a thing.

And they took it for granted that the Xinhua Daily would be distributed to Pagoda Mountain. In fact, the version there was different from those in Shancheng and Wuhan. So the question was, how could a newspaper that could not be received be connected to the people there? " "Someone saw the missing person notice and knew both parties, and helped them to connect. "

"I thought so too. Then this person's identity is worth being curious about. Isn't it interesting?"

"It's really interesting." Zhang Yi felt sorry for this nerd named Su Qiwen. Life is precious, and love is more precious, but these days, talking about love can also kill people.

From the content of the communication, it is impossible to determine Su Qiwen's identity as a Red Party member, but his girlfriend, or should I say ex-girlfriend, is most likely a Red Party member, and she openly communicated with them. This charge alone is enough to arrest him.

"Boss Dai said that he would rather let ten innocent people suffer than let a real spy go. Now it's up to Deputy Director Zhang. If you have made a contribution, don't forget your brothers."

"Sure, sure." Zhang Yi bowed and left with the letter.

I originally planned to sweep the periphery of these people first and cast a wide net to focus on fishing, but who would have thought that the fish had already been hooked before the net was even spread out.

After leaving the special inspection office, Zhang Yi said expressionlessly to the monkeys Qian Xiaosan and others who were waiting outside: "Catch them!"

Military technology room.

No one was in the mood to work today. After the people from the Military Control Commission were kicked out, everyone felt proud and refreshed.

But then Chen Zhengyuan died unexpectedly, then Lin Hetang was inexplicably killed, and Su Wanqing and Secretary Liu were revealed to be members of the Red Party. A series of bizarre cases made people panic, as if a dark cloud was covering the city. Who could have the leisure to work?

"Secretary Liu and Su Wanqing hid it too well. We have worked with them for so long, who would have thought of it!"

"Yes, Secretary Liu usually works very hard. How could he kill someone, and he killed Team Leader Lin? This is not right."

"Yeah, could there be a mistake? Secretary Liu is always diligent, right, Secretary Sun?"

Secretary Sun was drawing her eyebrows with a small mirror, looking very confident. When he heard this, he rolled his eyes but said nothing.

Everyone was accustomed to her behavior. After all, her uncle was a veteran of the Central Bureau of Investigation and was now promoted to deputy director. No matter who was suspicious, it would not be her fault.

Seeing that she didn't respond, a middle-aged woman said, "Secretary Sun, you are so beautiful, but you don't even have a partner. It's a bit strange. Isn't your mother anxious?"

One person retorted, "What are you talking about? The director's niece is worried about getting married? Secretary Sun has high standards."

"Why not?" Secretary Sun finally put down the mirror, looking helpless, "She arranges blind dates for me every day, and I don't like any of the men she brings me to see."

"So what kind of person are you looking for?"

"My requirements are not high. It would be best if they are in the same industry as me, and they must be clean, careful, and caring."

"Any more?"

"She has to be taller and her eyes can't be too small."

The middle-aged woman saw that the usually arrogant Xiao Sun looked like a fangirl when talking about his crush. She glanced at Secretary Su who was reading a newspaper not far away and joked, "Why do I sound more like Secretary Su the more I listen?"

Upon hearing the three words "Secretary Su", Xiao Sun, who was so proud just now, suddenly became silent and glanced at Secretary Su embarrassedly.

Secretary Su was sitting alone in a corner, seemingly reading a newspaper, but actually reading a letter. He was immersed in his own world, staring at the letter in a daze.

Seeing him like this, Secretary Sun felt discouraged and looked at the middle-aged woman for help:

"Sister Wang, please teach me, what should I do?"

Sister Wang thought for a moment and said, "I just feel that in this kind of situation, shouldn't men usually take the initiative?"

"But he's just a fool." She hadn't finished her words when there was a sudden sharp brake sound outside the window. She looked through the glass out of curiosity and saw three cars parked downstairs. A dozen plainclothes officers hurried downstairs and headed upstairs.

"The Military Control Commission has arrived."

When the others heard this, they all became panicked. Something had just happened in the office, and now the Military Control Commission people came again. Who were they going to arrest?

While everyone was daydreaming, the office door was pushed open and a plainclothes officer asked:

"Who is Su Qiwen?"

Secretary Sun was stunned and asked quickly, "What do you want to see him about?"

The plainclothes officer ignored her. Following the confused looks of the crowd, he immediately spotted his target and rushed over like a hungry tiger.

Secretary Sun naturally didn't want his lover to be taken away in such an unclear manner, so he immediately rushed forward to stop them.

The plainclothes officer didn't know that she had an uncle who was the deputy director. He grabbed her hair and pushed her to the ground. She fell hard and fell to the ground.

"What are you doing?"

"The people of the Military Control Commission are lawless?"

Everyone was shouting, but their bodies were honest. No one dared to step forward. They just watched the plainclothes officers pick Su Qiwen up.

Su Qiwen looked confused and trembling all over, but he pretended to be calm: "Why did you arrest me?"

"Why?" The plainclothes officer slapped him, flipped open the newspaper on the table, and pointed at the letter he had just read:

"You know it."

Su Qiwen's face turned pale instantly, and he said tremblingly: "I will write a letter. I..."

The plainclothes officer was heartbroken: "Really? As a member of the Central Bureau of Investigation, you openly communicated with Baota Mountain. What kind of nature is this? Take him away!"

Hearing this, the people in the office who had been indignant just now suddenly changed color and tactfully hid aside.

"From now on, no one in this office is allowed to leave."

The plainclothes officer gave an order with a sullen face and took Su Qiwen directly to the next room.

Zhang Yi stared at Su Qiwen, who was fair-skinned and had a scholarly air. He felt sorry for him in his heart, but his face remained calm and he simply waved his hand.

In just a few minutes, Su Qiwen, the spoiled young master from a gentry family, was beaten to a bloody pulp and confessed everything.

"I said, it was Song Cheng. He was my classmate in the radio training class and had been in contact with Qingwan. He saw the missing person notice and told me that Qingwan was studying at Luyi. I wrote a letter to her to test the waters, but I didn't expect her to reply to me so quickly. I was just communicating, not passing on any information." Su Qiwen burst into tears.

"Director, this Song Cheng is in the decryption team."

"Arrests."

Zhang Yi had a blank expression on his face, but he was actually deeply distressed. This Su Qiwen was really hurting others and himself.

"Yes." The plainclothes police agreed, and just as they rushed out of the office, "bang" a black shadow fell from downstairs with a muffled sound.

Several plainclothes officers looked at it in astonishment, and the crowd around them exclaimed - that was not a black shadow, but a person falling from the sky.

"Yes...Song Cheng!"

It was Song Cheng. He was lying on the ground, a pool of blood spreading from under his body.

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(End of this chapter)