My spy diary

Chapter 433 Tracking (asking for monthly votes)

"Seat."

"Here? Sit down."

"There is no place for me to sit in front of the bureau chief."

Dai Chunfeng said "Oh", glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, said nothing more, and took a sip of tea from his cup.

Zhang Yi lowered his head and said nothing, and the atmosphere was depressing.

After a while, Dai Chunfeng put down his teacup and said in a cold tone, "Director Mao said you wanted to see me. What's the matter?"

"I have already told Director Mao about Lin Shiliang's matter." Zhang Yi said lightly.

Dai Chunfeng looked at him and said "Oh" again, "What else? What have you been busy with these two days?"

"Get married, what else can it be?"

"What's wrong? You seem to be quite resentful." Dai Chunfeng raised his head and looked at Zhang Yi deeply.

Zhang Yi could tell there was something else behind Boss Dai's words, but he said nothing.

"How old are you? Are you still a young man in his early twenties who has just entered the society? Who are you showing your reluctance to?"

Zhang Yi lowered his head and remained silent.

"I know you're resentful, but you've already gotten married, you've already slept with each other, and the matter is over. What else do you want? Men and women are just that, they have to have children. What else do you want to find? Are you quitting your career? You're the deputy director of the Operations Department!"

Zhang Yi was speechless after hearing what he said.

Dai Chunfeng looked at his silent attitude and said displeasedly: "I won't say anything more. You like to nag when you get older. Forget it, whatever you want."

As he said that, he took out the key, stood up, walked to a small safe next to the bookshelf and started looking for something.

In order to avoid suspicion, Zhang Yi turned away tactfully.

Dai Chunfeng opened the safe, took out a document and put it on the table: "I'll give this person to you to use."

The information was the resume of a Shanghai-born construction businessman named Lu Genquan. This man had business dealings with Lin Shiliang and it was unknown when he became a member of the Military Control Commission.

Zhang Yi understood that Boss Dai wanted him to use this person as an insider to secretly collect information and evidence about Lin Shiliang's smuggling and trafficking. He immediately stood at attention and answered decisively:
"Yes, I promise to complete the mission."

After saying that, he glanced at Dai Chunfeng, and seeing that Dai Chunfeng lowered his head to read the documents again, he said softly and tactfully:
"Then you are busy, I will leave first."

This time, Dai Chunfeng didn't even raise his head until Zhang Yi's back disappeared outside the door. Then he suddenly raised his head with a gloomy face, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

After returning to the office, Zhang Yi thought for a moment, wrote down Lu Genquan's information and destroyed it, then left the unit directly.

Although Boss Dai consoled him with earnest words and assigned him tasks, and there was nothing wrong with his attitude, he did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

As an agent, never easily believe what another agent says, even if it is praise, otherwise he will laugh at you from the bottom of his heart.

Trust is a stage-by-stage process. The danger is never over and is always just beginning.

He drove out of the gate of the Military Intelligence Bureau, seemingly unaware that a pair of mysterious eyes were staring at him from behind.

He got out of the car in front of a store a few hundred meters away from the Jialai Bookstore run by Zheng Huhe and walked over.

He walked into a grocery store seemingly casually, bought a pack of cigarettes, and walked out.

He walked and smoked, and passed by the Jialai Bookstore with a sign saying "New Books on the Shelves" without stopping.

At Jialai Bookstore, Zheng Huhe looked at Zhang Yi who was passing by, and naturally discovered the mysterious man behind him. His eyes became alert, and after thinking about it, he did nothing and sat down with his head down.

At this time, Zhang Yi had entered a store called Chunming Bookstore.

This is a store that sells medical books. On the shelves are books such as "New Edition of Extended Proven Prescriptions" and "The Complete Medical Book of Zhang Zhongjing".

Zhang Yi took out the "New Edition of Extended Proven Prescriptions", flipped through a few pages, and then put it back on the bookshelf.

After that, he walked to another bookshelf and flipped through a few books, but he seemed to have little interest in any of them until he picked up a book called "Bencao Zhengyi" and began to read it with great interest.

After a while, he picked up a few similar books, paid at the front desk, and walked out of the bookstore as if nothing had happened. All of this was seen clearly by the pair of eyes behind him.

After leaving the bookstore, Zhang Yi did not return the same way, but continued walking forward, stopping and strolling around, and the person behind him followed him closely.

Before he had walked far, Zhang Yi already knew the man's general appearance - a bow-legged man wearing a wide-brimmed hat. His face could not be seen clearly because the brim of the hat was deliberately pulled down very low.

Going further, they came to a fork in the road. Zhang Yi took advantage of the situation and suddenly turned a corner. The man in the top hat also quickly turned the corner, but Zhang Yi was no longer on the street.

The man in the top hat looked around subconsciously, but Zhang Yi suddenly disappeared before his eyes.

The man was a little anxious and no longer cared about hiding himself. He lifted the brim of his hat to broaden his vision, then wandered back to the street he had just been on, with his hands on his hips, looking around.

In fact, Zhang Yi was just around the corner - at the first cigar shop after turning the corner, he was holding a box of cigars and looking at the counter in the shadow of the doorpost. Although he did not look outside the door, he could see through the window that the person following him was the owner of the shop opposite the bureau headquarters.

After leaving the bureau headquarters, Zhang Yi already knew that there was a tail following him. He was confident that he could shake it off and did not want to expose this person's thoughts, so he pretended to be unaware.

After confirming the man's identity, Zhang Yi did not change his plan. He bought a box of cigars and walked out.

Lifting the door curtain, he was naturally exposed to the man's sight. The latter was slightly stunned, but quickly reacted and continued to look around the street, muttering to himself:

"Where are the people? We agreed to meet here!"

Zhang Yi glanced at him indifferently, then looked away, and returned the same way until he drove away.

Watching Zhang Yi's car going away, the man made a gloomy gesture towards an alley, and a car with a civilian license plate soon followed.

Then, two young men on bicycles appeared from another street.

They were all tapping the ground with their feet on the car. One of them saw the car move and quickly followed it, while another rode over and stopped next to the man in the top hat.

"Sir, what should we do now?" the young man asked the man in the top hat.

Man in top hat: "Did you write down all the stores he visited just now?"

Young man: "Yes, sir."

The man in the top hat looked up at him, and the young man immediately said, "I'll notify someone to take control of these stores."

The man in the top hat looked at him speechlessly. "Idiot, he has been in contact with so many stores, is he going to control all of them? With such a big fanfare, even a fool would know that something is wrong."

The young man seemed to have lost the point and asked nervously, "What should we do then?"

The man in the top hat sniffed and said, "Let's keep an eye on him first."

As he spoke he thought for a moment and walked towards Chunming Book House. The young man hurriedly followed him pushing his bicycle.

The man in the top hat walked over and whispered, "Remember, don't call me sir anymore."

"Yes, Mr. Wang." The young man replied immediately.

The man in the bowler hat stopped and looked at him.

The young man immediately understood: "Yes, Mr. Ma."

When they arrived at the door of the bookstore, the young man stopped his bicycle and walked in first.

The man in the top hat waited for a while and then walked in. He walked towards the bookshelf and seemed to have a good memory. He took out a copy of all the books that Zhang Yi had read before. Then he came to the counter with a smile on his face, paid the bill and left quickly. The young man still stayed in the bookstore.

The man in the top hat walked out of the commercial street carrying the bundle of books, hailed a rickshaw, and quickly returned to his shop. At this moment, Mao Qiwu was already sitting in the shop.

The man in the top hat walked over quickly and said, "Director Mao."

"Have you found anything?" Mao Qiwu's voice was soft but his tone was serious.

The man in the top hat looked at the table, thought for a moment, and then raised his head:
"He went to several stores one after another. It didn't look like he was going to make a connection. We have already put the most suspicious bookstore under surveillance."

Mao Qiwu's face became more serious: "How many stores? Who did you come into contact with? Was he always in your sight?"

The man in the top hat was silent for a moment, then he said seriously and confidently, "It has always been in my sight and has never left my sight."

Mao Qiwu's eyes then brightened up, and his attitude softened a bit: "Go ahead."

The man in the top hat immediately handed over the books in his hand: "All the books he has noticed and bought are here."

Mao Qiwu took it and flipped through the "Compendium of Materia Medica", "Medicinal Wine Recipe Collection", "Qing Nang Hui Chun", "The Secret of Resurrection", "Ye Tianshi's Collection of Secret Recipes", etc. He couldn't help but frowned:
"Medical books? What the hell is this?" He stared at the man in the top hat. "He just bought this?"

“And a box of cigars.”

"Cigar?" Mao Qiwu became even more depressed, frowning and thinking.

silence.

"Where are the others?" After thinking, Mao Qiwu raised his head and asked again.

"They should be on their way home. The people from Group 2 are keeping watch."

"Oh." Mao Qiwu responded and fell into deep thought again. After a while, he fumbled with the book at hand and asked:

"Is it possible that the secret lies within these books?"

The man in the top hat thought for a moment and said, "Only cryptographers have the right to comment on this. But in my humble opinion, although these books are medical books, they contain many records of using poisons to treat diseases."

"Poison?!" Mao Qiwu was stunned for a long time, as if he remembered something, and his expression became even gloomier.

The man in the top hat stood quietly, waiting attentively for Director Mao's instructions.

At this time, the phone on the table rang. The man in the top hat walked over to answer it and then reported: "Director Mao, the target has arrived home."

"Got it. Keep a close watch and report at any time." Mao Qiwu said this, picked up the books on the table, turned and left.

Zhang Yi's home.

In the kitchen, on the new gas stove, waves of heat were rising from a boiling iron pot of water.

Coal gas was introduced into China in 1865. In November of that year, Shanghai began to build a gas supply plant, which gradually replaced the kerosene lamps on Nanjing Road and the Bund, marking the beginning of China's urban public utilities.

Sometimes, the world is magical. You think it is a product of this century, but in fact it has already appeared in the last century.

Chen Kaiyan, wearing a kitchen skirt, put the neatly wrapped dumplings on the chopping board next to her into the pot. The dumplings struggled and churned for a while, and were finally served on a plate.

She brought the dumplings to the dining table, thickened them with two small dishes of dipping water, and shouted to the bathroom, "It's time to eat."

Zhang Yi, who had just washed his hands and face, came over and sat down. He glanced at the bowl in front of him, paused, and asked:
"anything else?"

Chen Kaiyan was slightly stunned: "Are dumplings not good?"

“No matter how good something is, you will get tired of it if you eat it every day.”

"You're saying something with a ulterior motive." Chen Kaiyan sneered, "You're tired of it after only one day of marriage? You can go find Boss Dai. As long as he agrees, I have no objection."

Zhang Yi was choked by these words and glanced at her calmly: "Forget it, I'll go out and have something to eat."

After saying that, he stood up and walked to the clothes rack to put on his clothes.

The fact that the food was not to his liking was just an excuse. He was actually thinking about the contact. Lao Zheng must have seen that he was being followed and that he was not free, so he had to take the initiative to come over.

Chen Kaiyan looked at him and put down her chopsticks. "If you don't tell me what you like and don't like to eat, how can I know? Even if you talk in your sleep at night, just bring out a sentence or two so that I can be prepared."

"Talking in sleep?" Zhang Yi had a blank expression on his face. "Since I started this business, I have never talked in sleep."

Chen Kaiyan looked at him and said, "I didn't sleep in the same bed with you, how would I know?"

Zhang Yi didn't respond and put on his shoes.

Chen Kaiyan looked at the dumplings in front of her and said, "Go early and come back early, it's getting dark."

Zhang Yi didn't say anything. He opened the door and walked out without looking back.

Chen Kaiyan sat alone at the dining table, with no appetite. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She threw her chopsticks in anger and with a wave of her arm, knocked over the plate of dumplings on the table.

Suddenly, the white dumplings rolled to the ground like beads that had broken off the string.

The dumpling skins were broken, meat filling and soup splattered everywhere, the dumplings were lying on the ground in a mess, some even rolled under the table, and the surroundings were a mess.

As night falls, the neon lights cast a distant halo on the road.

Zhang Yi walked out of the apartment building and inadvertently glanced at a rickshaw parked across the street.

Beside the carriage stood a hunched driver, wearing a tattered felt hat with its brim pulled down so low that it almost covered half of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes hidden in the shadows, peeking over here unnaturally.

It's a strange face.

Zhang Yi pretended not to see it, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the street at a steady pace.

As he passed by a rickshaw, he smelled a faint scent of tobacco, which was exactly the same as the aroma of "Three Fort" cigarettes in his memory.

In an instant, Zhang Yi was certain that this person was a spy.

Real rickshaw pullers smoke dry tobacco, water pipe, or cheap "Da Qianmen" and "Laodao" brands. Fairy, Three Fortresses, Da Qianmen, and Da Chongjiu are all symbols of social status. How can rickshaw pullers afford them? The most luxurious "Shaoshuai" cigarettes are sold for 100,000 yuan just because they have the portrait of Zhang printed on them. Only wealthy businessmen can afford them.

The driver did not realize that he had been exposed. He rubbed his hands and came forward: "Sir, do you need a car?"

Zhang Yi shook his head, crossed the road and went into a small noodle restaurant not far away.

The driver stared at his back for a few seconds, then waved vaguely towards a place not far away. A gangster-like young man who was smoking with his head down behind a street lamp immediately followed him.

The small noodle shop was very simple. It was dinner time and there were two or three tables of guests sitting inside. The water in the big pot was boiling and emitting thick white steam.

Zhang Yi immediately saw Zheng Huhe, who was dressed as a coolie, squatting on the ground and eating a bowl of steaming noodles voraciously.

He nodded imperceptibly, glanced at the other customers, and said to the boss, "Give me a bowl of noodles."

The gray-haired boss wiped the sweat off his face and forced a smile. He quickly grabbed the noodles and put them into the pot. Then he prepared a bowl with seasonings, poured a spoonful of hot soup, and finally took the slippery noodles out of the pot, put them in the bowl, and sprinkled them with chopped green onions.

A bowl of steaming hot Shancheng noodles was served in front of Zhang Yi.

Just as Zhang Yi started to eat, a scoundrel-looking young man opened the door curtain and walked in. He sat down next to Zhang Yi and shouted to the boss:
"A bowl of noodles! With two eggs!"

Noodle stall owner: "Two eggs? I don't sell on credit here."

The young man smiled and took out a few loose bills and put them on the table: "Don't worry, I have money."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door curtain was lifted again, and a cold voice rang out: "Give me a bowl of noodles too."

Zhang Yi knew it was Chen Kaiyan without turning around, and he couldn't help but frown.

(Happy Valentine's Day, single dogs are typing, what are you doing? Hehe, no hehe!)
(End of this chapter)