My spy diary

Chapter 441 No one answered (asking for monthly ticket)

Sheng Xiang turned and walked into the house. Zhao Qi stared at his back and saw him walk into the bedroom steadily in slippers.

After he entered the bedroom, Zhao Qi stepped into the room gently and carefully fastened the door bolt behind him.

He looked around the room. Although it was simple with few pieces of furniture, it was kept tidy and clean.

There is a bookshelf against the wall in the living room, filled with rows of books.

His expression changed, and he walked up and flipped through it casually, and as he flipped through it, he asked in the direction of the bedroom: "Is it done?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? You have to find some decent clothes to wear when you meet your boss."

"Okay, I'll let you go in a dignified manner later." Zhao Qi sneered in his heart. According to his original plan, he was going to talk to Sheng Xiang first, using his family as a threat to get him to cooperate with his next action.

Although I am the butcher and he is the meat, since he entered this business, he has seen too many people who report on the guillotine and sell out their teammates when they are dying. How can a living person listen to his manipulations? The rabbit will bite you even if you save it.

He could ask Boss Xu to cooperate with him and give Sheng Xiang the order to meet up. Then he could ambush him secretly and catch him red-handed.

But in this case, how can we highlight our own value?

Even if he reported the other party's contact information, with his current position, he would not be able to take the lead in the case. All his calculations were just to help others. How could he be willing to accept this?

Furthermore, a design that is too complicated actually reduces the probability of success. As long as Sheng Xiang is killed, he can manipulate and arrange a dead person at will. As long as the evidence is detailed, he can say whatever he wants.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little proud, as if he had already seen Mao Qiwu looking at him with admiration.

He closed the book and asked again, "What are you dithering about?"

However, there was no response from Sheng Xiang.

Zhao Qi frowned and walked towards the bedroom door. As soon as he turned the corner, a cold wind blew and he couldn't help shivering.

He immediately quickened his pace and pushed open the half-open door.

Sheng Xiang was no longer in the house. The bedroom window was wide open, and the cold wind suddenly blew in, hitting the wall with a muffled "bang bang" sound.

At the same time, a muffled "bang" sound came from downstairs.

not good!

Zhao Qi's face darkened and he rushed to the windowsill. Through the open window, he saw that the downstairs was empty and Sheng Xiang was no longer there.

"Damn it, he's too cunning." Zhao Qi didn't know where he had been exposed. Without thinking too much, he jumped out of the window and fell on the ground in the rain.

He raised his eyes and looked carefully. He saw a set of fresh footprints on the muddy road extending into the distance.

He got up, followed the footprints, and immediately ran wildly in the rain.

In the distance, Sheng Xiang rushed left and right, as agile as a loach.

At this moment he had turned into an alley and climbed over a wall.

Zhao Qi followed closely behind. He rushed to the wall, used inertia to push off the wall, climbed up a few steps quickly, and then quickly stretched out his hands to grab the top of the wall.

Climbing on the top of the wall, he wiped the rain off his face, looked around carefully, and found that it was a yard. It was dark inside and there were several long objects that seemed to be covered with oilcloth. The rain fell on them, making crackling sounds.

He sniffed and there seemed to be a smell of paint in the air. If his inference was correct, this should be a coffin shop.

He pricked up his ears and listened. Apart from the sound of rain, the yard was quiet and a little eerie.

After sliding down from the top of the wall, he squatted down, took out a small flashlight from his pocket, swept it across the ground, and found another set of clear footprints. He sneered, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and followed the footprints. However, when he passed a coffin, the footprints disappeared strangely.

Zhao Qi realized something instantly and dodged to the side.

With a "swish" sound, a shiny dagger swept across his face.

Because he used too much force, Sheng Xiang dodged and stumbled, almost falling to the ground. With a ferocious face, he asked in a cold voice:
"Is this what you mean by meeting the boss?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed forward with a dagger raised.

Zhao Qi smiled contemptuously and also pounced forward. It was a life-and-death battle. The two used all their strength to kill each other.

After a few struggles, Zhao Qi showed off his weakness. After cutting his arm, he cut Sheng Xiang's wrist with the knife. In pain, the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

He took advantage of the situation and stabbed Sheng Xiang in the throat.

Sheng Xiang struggled to dodge, but was kicked to the ground by Zhao Qi again.

He was about to walk up and take Sheng Xiang's life, but Sheng Xiang, who was lying on the ground, grabbed a handful of mud and threw it on his face. The mud instantly blinded Zhao Qi's eyes.

While Zhao Qi was rubbing his eyes, Sheng Xiang struggled to survive and ran forward for his life. He ran all the way to the back wall of the coffin shop and stopped, panting heavily from exhaustion.

His face was pale, his whole body was trembling slightly, and blood was gushing from his wrist. He gritted his teeth, tore off a piece of his sleeve, wrapped the wound, then took a few deep breaths, listened to the undisguised footsteps not far away, and immediately wanted to step on the wooden boards piled under the wall to climb over the wall.

However, just as he stepped on the wooden board and was about to jump out, he suddenly stopped.

He thought about it, pulled off a button on his coat, and put it on the wooden board. He took off his shoes, slid down the other end of the board barefoot, and hid.

Zhao Qi chased to the corner of the wall. It was pitch black everywhere and he couldn't see his hand in front of him. So he took out a flashlight, stepped on the wooden board, looked around, and naturally found the button on the board against the wall.

He picked up the button and looked at it, then examined the wooden board in the light of the flashlight. After hesitating for a few moments, he stared at the board and climbed over the wall, chasing in the opposite direction where Sheng Xiang was hiding.

Sheng Xiang was delighted to see that he had fallen into the trap, but he did not dare to let his guard down. He knew that the other party had a flashlight and he estimated that he would not be able to hide it for long. He immediately took a deep breath, turned out from one end of the wooden board, and ran back like crazy.

He was panting, looking around as he ran, and before he knew it, he slipped and fell headfirst into a coffin.

The coffin was angular and blood instantly oozed from his forehead. He grimaced in pain and trembled all over, but he dared not make a sound. He wiped the blood off his face and continued to run forward desperately.

Fortunately, Zhao Qi didn't catch up so quickly.

"See the coffin and the treasure. When I escape, I will make this bastard pay!"

Sheng Xiang struggled to reach the door, quietly opened the bolt, and finally left the coffin shop.

It was raining heavily and there was not a single passerby.

Sheng Xiang concentrated on thinking, and after a while, he finally remembered that there was a public telephone booth outside the vegetable market not far from his home.

He ran towards it as if he had seen hope.

On the other side, Zhao Qi was also panting and running around frantically, searching for Sheng Xiang.

After jumping out of the wall, he did not find any footprints and instantly realized that he had been tricked. However, he did not return the same way because he was sure that Sheng Xiang could not have been hiding in the coffin shop all the time. If the other party wanted to survive, he would definitely run outside.

Go home? Or call for help? Or go to the clinic?

At this moment he was standing on the street. The rain was thick and his vision was blurred. Where was Sheng Xiang's shadow?

His eyes became more and more confused. Suddenly, he turned around and looked at the gloomy door of the coffin shop behind him, and instantly had an idea.

Zhao Qi pushed open the door of the coffin shop, slipped in, took out a flashlight, looked around for a few seconds, and immediately walked towards a small room with a wet door curtain.

When he was still a few steps away from the gate, he took a step forward and kicked it hard, and the gate broke open with a bang.

After entering the hut and sweeping with the flashlight, he saw the owner of the coffin shop huddled beside the bed trembling with fear, holding a fire stick tightly in his hand. When he saw him come in, he raised his head in horror, his eyes bulged out, and his face was as pale as paper.

"you"

Seeing him wearing a coat and slippers, Zhao Qi couldn't help but sneer, his eyes turned sinister:
"What did you see just now?" The boss' lips trembled, and he wanted to say something, but fear choked his throat and he could only make a few discordant sobs.

"Don't come over here."

The boss subconsciously waved the fire stick in his hand, but Zhao Qi ignored it and stepped forward, grabbing the boss by the collar, with the dagger across his neck: "I ask you questions and you answer them."

The boss nodded tremblingly.

"Is there a phone booth nearby?"

".have."

"where is it?"

"The vegetable market, next to it, turn left, then, turn right again"

"Thank you." Zhao Qi smiled with satisfaction, then turned the dagger and instantly cut the boss's neck, and blood gushed out.

Without even looking at it, he turned and left.

On the other side, a black car was parked downstairs of the apartment building opposite Zhang Yi's house.

After the car lights went out, three figures wearing raincoats went up the stairs one after another and finally stopped outside a room.

After taking off their raincoats, the true faces of the people were revealed: they were Zhang Yi, Monkey and Qian Xiaosan.

Qian Xiaosan walked up to the door and listened for a few seconds, then took out a piece of wire, poked it a few times, and the lock opened.

After pushing the door open, Qian Xiaosan was not in a hurry to go in. He just reached out and fumbled for a few times. After finding the light cord, he turned on the light.

Then he took out a few leg covers and handed them to Zhang Yi and Monkey. After they put them on, they entered the house.

After the door was closed, Zhang Yi walked straight to the surveillance equipment against the wall, put on headphones and started listening.

Monkey and Qian Xiaosan were not idle either. They each put on rubber gloves and carefully took out a bag of powder wrapped in oil paper from their pockets. They slowly backed out of the house and sprinkled it evenly on the ground.

"Virgo, is this thing really useful?"

Zhang Yi didn't say anything, but listened to the recording calmly. After getting the answer he wanted, his eyes deepened.

After the two of them had sprinkled the powder evenly, he said, "Turn off the lights."

"Turn off the lights?"

"If you turn off the lights, you can't see anything."

"You are the only one who talks too much. We will do whatever the director tells us to do."

When the chandelier went out, Zhang Yi said again: "Turn on the flashlight."

The two men didn't understand what was going on, but they carried out his instructions step by step.

"Hey, footprints." Qian Xiaosan exclaimed. As the flashlight turned on, rows of footprints, some clear and some blurred, appeared under the halo of light.

"That's amazing, Virgo. How did you come up with that?"

"Stop talking nonsense and take pictures of all the footprints for me."

"Yes." The monkey answered sternly and immediately took out his camera to take pictures.

It is said to be a miraculous skill, but it is just a little trick that Zhang Yi came up with after racking his brains.

In later criminal investigations, multi-band light sources can be used to make traces of blood, footprints, etc. on the ground produce different reflection or fluorescent effects with the surrounding environment. The most common ones are ultraviolet lamps and forensic investigation lamps.

Zhang Yi doesn’t know whether such technology exists nowadays, but one thing can be used as a substitute - aluminum powder.

Aluminum powder has good adhesion and reflectivity, which can make the outline and details of the footprints stand out and be easy to observe under light.

As long as he developed the photos, eliminated the photos of himself and Monkey Qian Xiaosan, and then compared them with the footprints of the people in charge of monitoring in the inspection room, everything would become clear in an instant.

If there were no extra footprints, then the people in the inspection office would be to blame.

As for whether there were other people coming in wearing leg coverings like them, that was another matter.

When Sheng Xiang ran to the public telephone booth near the vegetable market, his whole body was already wet, and he could no longer tell whether it was rain or sweat.

He wiped his face, picked up the phone and quickly dialed the duty room of the YZ District of the Military Control Commission.

However, after a few rings, no one answered the phone.

He didn't know that the door of the duty room was closed at this moment. Several plainclothes officers were gathered outside playing cards. The ground was littered with cigarette butts and it was a mess.

Hearing the phone ring, a plainclothes officer stood up cursing and reluctantly put down the cards: "Don't change the cards. Anyone who changes the cards is a son of a bitch."

As he was speaking, when he pushed the door open, the phone had already stopped ringing.

The plainclothes officer hesitated for a while, then didn't take it seriously and turned back to the card game.

Here, Sheng Xiang was waiting anxiously, but there was no answer on the phone.

He hurriedly pressed the end button, then dialed the district chief's office. To his surprise, he still only heard the "beep, beep, beep" sound with no one answering.

"Fuck you." Sheng Xiang slammed the receiver on the phone in frustration. The veins on his forehead were throbbing and his expression was ferocious.

Looking at the dark night, he was about to walk out, but seemed to think of something again. He turned around abruptly, picked up the receiver, and dialed another number.

"Dududu-"

Sheng Xiang's heart was also beating like a drum, waiting anxiously.

It finally worked this time!

He took a long breath, stared and asked, "Is anyone there?"

A female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Room A, what's going on?"

Sheng Xiang shouted anxiously: "It's urgent, I am——"

But in an instant, the electric sound in the phone disappeared.

"Hello, hello, speak up, I'm Sheng Xiang, Yuzhong District, number 0219, speak up, fuck!"

But there was no more sound on the other end of the phone.

Sheng Xiang looked at the microphone in disbelief, then looked outside.

Outside the pavilion, it was raining heavily.

In the deathly silence, Sheng Xiang felt terrified.

A few seconds ago, on a telephone pole against the wall more than ten meters away, Zhao Qi climbed up like a monkey with a dagger in his mouth, pulled out the small lock on the outside of the line switch box, and cut off several telephone lines.

However, he slid down from the telephone pole and stared at the vague figure in the pavilion with a sneer on his face.

“You can’t shoot it!”

(End of this chapter)