My spy diary

Chapter 418: Feint to the East and Attack the West (asking for monthly tickets)

The Dongjiang Wharf was noisy and chaotic, with heavy traffic everywhere.

Ordinary people passing by were either holding plaster flags in high spirits, or bowing and scraping obsequiously to the gendarmes on duty. If it weren't for those plaster flags fluttering in the wind, there would be almost no sign of occupation.

"What a bunch of submissive people." Qian Xiaosan spat with disdain.

The word "submissive citizen" is undoubtedly a word that hurts people's nerves.

"The common people just want to survive. Fighting is our soldiers' job," the monkey retorted.

At the beginning of the year, the Japanese Marine Corps landed in Shanwei, Baishafu, Dadegang and other places, and Dongjiang fell completely. After burning, killing and looting, the Japanese army began to establish order.

What was the National Army doing at this time? Naturally, they were responding to the second anti-Red climax and were busy launching an attack on the Dongjiang Anti-Japanese Base Area.

If a country does not know that it has its people, the people will naturally not know that they have a country. When the granaries are full, they will know etiquette; when they have enough food and clothing, they will know honor and disgrace.

It’s good enough that you didn’t help the Japanese fight you. What else is there to ask for?

If everyone had courage and integrity, there wouldn't be so many traitors and puppet soldiers.

"Don't talk, or your identity will be exposed." Zhang Yi said vigilantly.

The three of them were dressed like Japanese students who had returned from studying abroad, wearing khaki youth clothes and carrying Japanese suitcases.

Following the crowd to the entrance and exit, I saw several Japanese soldiers on duty. They were short and dark, with the bayonets on their Type 38 rifles hanging high above their heads.

"Your ID, show me."

They only knew a few broken Chinese words, but when they saw that Zhang Yi spoke fluent Japanese, the Japanese soldiers immediately switched to Japanese and became much friendlier in attitude. They let him pass without checking his suitcases.

"Virgo, where are we going next?"

"Connect first."

Zhang Yi took out the map and looked at it for a while, then he stopped two rickshaws and took a few people to a place called Jianjia Hotel.

The door of the hotel was ajar. Zhang Yi walked over and knocked on the door. After three hard knocks and two light knocks, a smart-looking Japanese woman immediately opened the door.

She has gray hair, wears a kimono and geta, and speaks fluent Japanese.

"Keiko?"

"Hai."

Zhang Yi asked again in Chinese: "Lin Jianjia?"

"It's me." The woman also switched to Chinese.

That means finding the right person.

She is Mrs. Lin, who is in charge of this contact point. She was born in Northeast China and has lived in Jiamusi for twenty years.

Her husband was once a secret agent of the Military Control Commission, but he was killed in an assassination attempt. She was also wanted and came to Guangdong, where she continued to do peripheral work for the Military Control Commission and opened a hotel as a cover.

Zhang Yi took out an envelope with "Burn after reading" written on it and handed it to her.

After opening it and reading it, Mrs. Lin started laughing, her voice a little harsh.

"I didn't expect that Boss Dai still remembers an old woman like me." She sighed with a complicated expression, then turned and walked into the room, pulling out a photo cut out of a newspaper from under the pillowcase.

The photo showed a man in his early thirties wearing the uniform of a Japanese sergeant, with a Mauser pistol slung across his body, his hair neatly combed to one side, a pair of black-framed glasses on his nose, and he was saying something flatteringly to someone on his left.

The man on the left is wearing a neat Japanese major's uniform. His thin face is pale and sickly, his eyes are long and narrow and slightly upturned, and his look is deep and sinister.

"His name is Peng Weizhong, and he is a translator for the military police. His brother's nickname is Peng the Donkey, and he is the biggest bandit in Dongjiang. Maybe he knows something."

"Where does Lin Weizhong usually go?" Qian Xiaosan couldn't help but ask.

Mrs. Lin glanced at him, said nothing, and turned back into the room.

There was a portrait enshrined on the table in the middle of the room. Sister Lin walked over, lit three incense sticks, bowed silently, and then sat on a chair opposite the window and began to stare blankly.

"Let's go." Zhang Yi bowed slightly to Mrs. Lin, then left with the monkey Qian Xiaosan.

"Virgo, where are we going next?"

"brothel."

In the brothel, the lights in the fireworks room were dim. Japanese military police captain Haruta Ichiro ordered a cup of fine Longjing tea and looked at his watch.

Suddenly, under the dim light, a woman's figure was faintly reflected on the screen, which scared Ichiro Haruta.

He drew his southern pistol alertly: "Who?"

Sister Lin walked out of the darkness: "Captain Chuntian, don't be nervous, I am Mohu."

Ichiro Haruta turned around suddenly and pointed his gun at Sister Lin: "When did you come?"

"I've been here a while."

"Why did you invite me here?"

"A brothel is a haunt of filth and all kinds of people. This is the safest place. Besides, isn't this Captain Chuntian's favorite place to come?"

Ichiro Haruta sneered: "Are you spying on me? I'm here for work."

"Work? Playing with women is also work?"

"Baga, Chinese women should serve the Imperial Japanese Army. It's their honor. But you are a mysterious fox, hiding your head and showing your tail."

"Let me correct you. I am not a fox, but a black fox. I am a subordinate of the famous Miss Fangzi, the flower of the empire. I have made great achievements in the Northeast Intelligence Department. I am here to help you, not to harm you."

Haruta Ichiro's narrow eyes flickered: "Glorious military exploits, including plotting to kill your husband?"

"He discovered my identity, so naturally I have to shut him up forever."

"As the Chinese say, even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. How could you really do that? How can I trust someone like you?"

"He is Chinese and an anti-Japanese activist. Is this reason enough?"

"Well said. It is impossible to make people of inferior races become obedient subjects of the Empire of Japan through persuasion and education. The only way is to destroy them, destroy their bodies and their spirits." Haruta Ichiro's eyes were cold. After saying this, he changed the subject and asked:
"What about you? I've read your file, and it seems your mother is also Chinese, right?"

"Baga, my mother is Chinese, but the blood flowing in my body is the blood of the imperial soldiers. I inherited my father's will, worked hard for the holy war, and was loyal to the emperor."

Haruta Ichiro sneered. What the empire lacked the least was people of Chinese-Japanese hybrids, Taiwanese and Korean descent. They were more brutal than pure Japanese on the battlefield, but so what? Their birth was original sin. These people could only be used, not trusted.

Of course, this view can only be kept in mind. Although everyone's relationship seems equal, it is actually unequal. However, on the surface, the Japanese must give these people face, and even be polite and respectful.

But once it comes to Japan's interests, they will never show mercy.

The power of the Japanese is hidden behind their gentle appearance. They are as fierce as wolves and tigers, but we must know that tigers and hungry wolves do not always show their teeth.

If we really view the Japanese as cartoon characters who slap black dogs and yell "Bakayaro" at every turn, wouldn't that be too childish?
"I want to hear the truth."

"I will continue to make contributions in order to get my son back on the front line." Mrs. Lin said after a moment of silence.

She saw Ichiro Haruta's eyes flickering, as if he was trying to guess whether what he said was true or not, and she couldn't help but sneer, "Everyone says Captain Haruta is extremely talented and a rising star in the empire, but I didn't expect him to be so suspicious and timid." Ichiro Haruta snorted coldly. Living in this business full of lies, one's nerves are tense all day long. Not only does one become neurotic, but one is also extremely sensitive to the people and things around him, always suspecting conspiracies and calculations. If one is not careful, one would have lost his life long ago.

Compared to him, Mrs. Lin seemed calm. She raised her hand to signal Ichiro Haruta to put down the gun and put her hand into her arms.

Ichiro Haruta ignored him and pulled the bolt of his gun: "Don't move!"

"Captain Springfield, I'm giving you the information, you don't have to be so nervous."

"No, you can just dictate it."

"Captain Haruta, calm down." Mrs. Lin didn't expect Ichiro Haruta to be so cautious.

But at this moment, she had to immediately gain the other party's trust and effectively control his emotions, so she simply said straight to the point: "I have an extremely important piece of information to provide you. The anti-Japanese elements in the mountain city have arrived."

"From Yamashiro?" Haruta Ichiro showed a hint of interest and nodded his pistol: "Go on."

"I have been working as a military agent for many years, and have maintained a close but distant relationship with them. After the Dongjiang Station of the Military Control Commission was taken down, I have tried to contact Shancheng many times, but there has been no response. I didn't expect that after lying dormant for so long, there would finally be a response."

"Oh." Ichiro Haruta looked at Mrs. Lin opposite him. Apart from her identity as an agent and spy, she was just a woman. It was hard to imagine how much perseverance it took for her to survive those lonely and dangerous years.

He couldn't help but feel a little admiration in his heart, and finally put away his gun and asked, "Who is coming?"

"Three people." Mrs. Lin said, taking out three sketches from her arms.

"Japanese?"

"They are just in disguise. Their appearance can be concealed, but their body shape and speech cannot be changed. It should not be difficult for Captain Chuntian to find these people."

"Where are they now?"

"Then I don't know. I didn't follow them because I was worried about being exposed." Sister Lin smiled sinisterly and said with some ill intentions:

"But they are here to look for Hu Die's luggage. I told them that if they find Peng Weizhong, they might find clues. Maybe they are planning how to kidnap translator Peng."

"Baga, why are you telling me such important information now?"

"Haha, Captain Chuntian, we are all in this business, you should understand that a design that is too complicated actually reduces the probability of success. If I lie to them, it will be exposed soon. Only by telling them the truth can I lead them into a trap and eventually fall into it. You still have time to make arrangements now. Besides, it's just a matter of life and death for a translator."

"You're being too clever." Haruta Ichiro sneered, "Translator Peng is involved in our reorganization of Peng Jiaoluzi's troops. Once they become the Imperial Army, they can help the Empire deal with and harass the anti-Japanese elements entrenched in Daling Mountain. If Translator Peng dies, all our efforts will be wasted."

Mrs. Lin shrugged and made a helpless expression.

Haruta Ichiro had no choice but to walk out of the fireworks room and go to the front desk to make a phone call.

The phone in Translator Peng's office rang for a long time, but no one answered, so he had to call the gendarmerie duty room again. The person on duty told him that Translator Peng had just gone out.

Considering that this guy is also extremely lustful, it goes without saying that he has slipped away to the brothel again.

He was secretly angry and immediately ordered: "Gather the troops and surround Xiuchun Tower immediately."

Ten minutes later, the shrill sound of Japanese military vehicles' engines swept around Xiuchun Building. All the businesses and residents nearby closed their doors and windows, and there was dead silence.

Just as the military police surrounded Xiuchunlou, they saw Translator Peng running out in a panic with his pants in his hands. He hurriedly put on his clothes, and nervously greeted Haruta Ichiro, bowing his head and saying, "Mr. Haruta."

Seeing that he was safe, Chuntian was slightly surprised. He looked around the brothel for a few times and took out the three portraits provided by Sister Lin from his pocket: "Have you seen these three people?"

Translator Peng shook his head.

Chuntian's face darkened and he frowned. This was the expression on his face that showed he was thinking. Even translator Peng didn't dare to disturb him and just stood there with his head down.

At this time, the Japanese military police came to ask whether they should impose martial law throughout the city and search every house.

"You are wrong. This is a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain." Chuntian suddenly raised his eyebrows, with a cold light in his eyes.

Translator Peng was confused and had no idea what he was talking about. He wanted to ask but didn't dare to. While he was thinking, he heard Chuntian snort coldly: "Mr. Peng, how long have you not contacted your brother?"

"I just saw him three days ago. What happened? Does the lady want to summon him?"

"Can you contact him now?"

"He didn't have a telephone or radio in the mountains, so he could only ask someone to send a message to him."

Chuntian remained silent and just looked at him coldly.

Translator Peng felt a chill run down his spine and said quickly, "But my brother has set up a message point in the city, and we can send a letter by carrier pigeon."

The bandits set up secret spots naturally to facilitate their collection of spy intelligence, such as the movements of official uniforms, the itineraries of caravans, the activities of wealthy households, etc., so as to make it easier for them to carry out robbery and kidnapping.

"Lead the way." Chuntian waved his hand, turned around and left, and translator Peng followed carefully.

As the night deepened, the sound of the engine gradually faded away, and a sneaky figure appeared in the corner of Xiuchun Tower.

It's Mrs. Lin.

Her face was gloomy and she finally cursed "idiot" angrily and left angrily.

A cold moon hangs high in the deep night sky.

On the other side, translator Peng and Chuntian have arrived at their destination - Xianghe Coffin Shop.

The door was ajar. A small group of military police entered carefully to search. One of them came out immediately to report:
"Captain, two bodies found."

Ichiro Haruta's eyes flashed and he walked in immediately.

In the open space in the backyard, there were several unpainted coffins, and the corpses were lying next to the coffins.

Without checking, it can be seen that both of them were brutally killed after being interrogated.

Chuntian thought for a while and suddenly asked, "Where are the pigeons?"

"Look for the pigeons!"

The military police searched for a while but found nothing about the pigeon. However, they found an account book in the room, and there was a page missing in the blank space in the middle, which showed signs of it having been torn.

When the account book was handed to Chuntian, he looked at it carefully under the light and suddenly his eyes lit up as if he had found a treasure.

He put the account book on the table: "Pencil."

Translator Peng handed it over immediately.

As the pencil in Haruta's hand began to slowly stroke the back of the paper, a line of blurry handwriting gradually emerged.

He laughed playfully.

Translator Peng frowned suspiciously and was about to lean over to see what was written on the paper, but Chuntian put the account book away.

"go back."

On the other side, behind the half-closed window of the teahouse box, Monkey watched the Japanese military police withdrawing, then turned around and asked Zhang Yi:
"Virgo, will they be fooled?"

"Warfare is all about deception. In addition to luring the tiger away from the mountain, we also have the strategy of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west. Now that we are here, let's have some fun with the Japs."

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(End of this chapter)