My spy diary

Chapter 464 Dumbfounded (asking for monthly ticket)

"You eavesdropped on our conversation?"

Li Aiguo shuddered, his eyes dodged, and he lowered his head guiltily. This attitude fell into Lin Xiao's eyes, and he became more certain. He sneered and pressed down the scalpel in his hand. In an instant, the cold blade cut a bloody mark on Li Aiguo's neck.

"Tell me, what did you overhear?"

"Vice-General, are you waiting for someone?"

In the coffee shop opposite Li Aiguo's apartment, Zhang Yi and Qian Xiaosan were sitting by the window, observing the passers-by on the street.

This is an English-style coffee shop. There are not many customers inside, and it exudes sophistication everywhere.

Time passed by, customers came and went in the coffee shop, and the coffee in the two cups had been finished for a long time. Qian Xiaosan looked at his watch, then looked at Zhang Yi who was reading the newspaper leisurely, and became impatient.

"You're still good at tracking, right?" Zhang Yi did not answer the question, but asked with interest.

"I'm sure you'll never forget how to eat." Qian Xiaosan didn't understand, so he asked speculatively, "Who are you following?"

Zhang Yi continued to ask: "Can you pull a rickshaw?"

Qian Xiaosan was stunned for a moment, then immediately said in a firm tone: "Of course!"

"That's easy, look at that man."

Qian Xiaosan looked in the direction Zhang Yi pointed and saw a rickshaw had just dropped off a passenger and the driver was squatting there to rest.

He looked carefully and saw that it was a man in his forties with gray hair and a sallow face. He was wearing a sweat-stained singlet and one shoe had his toes exposed. He was squatting on the ground rolling a pipe and looked very honest.

Is there something wrong with this driver?
Qian Xiaosan stared at him suspiciously for a few seconds, then looked at Zhang Yi. Zhang Yi smiled but said nothing.

"Oh, that's not right!" Qian Xiaosan looked at the driver carefully again, and seeing that he was not wearing a waistcoat with the name of the rickshaw shop printed on it over his clothes, he guessed that he was a lone trader and had probably just started in this business not long ago.

Cats have their ways, and mice have their ways. Nowadays in the mountain city, the most common people are spies and gang members. These people have long infiltrated all levels of society, and car dealerships are a microcosm of this.

If a car dealership wants to run smoothly, it must pay protection fees to the gang. If you want to drive a sports car, you must join the dealership, pay membership fees and commissions, and accept layers of exploitation. Otherwise, you will have no place in this industry.

And if the driver opposite is dressed as a spy, he cannot be unaware of the rules of this industry. He stands out from the crowd. Not to mention completing the mission, a few thugs can ruin his business.

"Does the Virgo want me to dress up as a coachman?"

"Yes, you can handle the details yourself."

"I understand." Qian Xiaosan nodded seriously, took out a few banknotes from his pocket, put them under the coffee cup, and immediately turned and left.

Zhang Yi ordered another cup of coffee and drank it leisurely, watching Qian Xiaosan lead the driver, who looked confused and uneasy, into the alley.

After a while, the driver came out of the alley with a look of surprise and joy. He counted the money while walking, and looked back frequently. Then he carefully put the stack of banknotes into his arms, looked back at the alley in surprise and doubt, and then ran away, as if he was afraid that the fool in the alley would go back on his word.

After a while, Qian Xiaosan appeared, dressed up as a rickshaw driver. He didn't know where he got a waistcoat from the rickshaw driver and put it on, which made him look quite stylish.

Zhang Yi felt relieved. He looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street through the glass. As his eyes wandered, he saw a tall and elegant figure walking out of the apartment.

He walked slowly out of the hallway without stopping. He just glanced at the coffee shop opposite and the pedestrians around him, and then walked towards the bicycle parked nearby.

The moment before the other person looked over, Zhang Yi had already retracted his gaze, turned around and borrowed paper and pen from the waiter. When the other person rode away on his bike, Zhang Yi had already roughly sketched a portrait of the person on the paper in his hand.

But he did not rush to leave or follow, but continued to wait.

Judging from this man's behavior, there is undoubtedly something wrong with him. The glance just now was clearly a conditioned reflex and habit formed by long-term training, but this man is not the bomb maker that Zhang Yi is looking for, so he cannot alert him at this moment.

After a while, a man wearing a mask was seen stumbling out of the apartment hallway. He walked with his hands clenched and coughing violently as if he had tuberculosis. Beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead and his eyes were bulging. His horrible appearance was intimidating. People who walked past him subconsciously stayed away from him for fear of being infected by him.

The man walked out of the hallway, looking around like a frightened mouse. Although Zhang Yi couldn't see his expression, from his behavior, he concluded that he was very nervous, frightened, and even anxious.

Looking more closely, he saw that the man was coughing violently and raising his hands to cover his mouth from time to time. However, Zhang Yi became more suspicious because he noticed that the man's hands seemed to be clenched tightly in his sleeves, and when he put them to his mouth, he was actually blowing air.

This was obviously a subconscious behavior, perhaps he himself was not aware of it.

Under what circumstances would a person blow air into his hands?

When injured or burned, some people will put their fingers in their mouths, and some people will subconsciously touch their ears when burned.

This behavior is hard to change.

Looking at his strange behavior, Zhang Yi speculated that his cough must be fake. What is he trying to hide? It's just an excuse for wearing a mask. Not only that, his finger must have been injured.

Maybe this person is the one I'm looking for.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi calmly gestured to Qian Xiaosan.

It was Li Aiguo who appeared at the door of the apartment. At this moment, he stood there with a gloomy face. After hesitating for a while, his eyes still looked towards the street corner not far away.

He was anxious because he hadn't seen the rickshaw for a long time. Then a rickshaw passed by the roadside, but he didn't say anything until the rickshaw ran a few steps away. Then he shouted:
"Ahem. Hey hey hey, rickshaw! Rickshaw!"

The rickshaw turned around in response. The driver raised his hat, revealing a sweaty and tired face.

"Where are you going, sir?"

"Hey, new here? Why haven't I seen you before?"

The driver smiled honestly, "Sir, you are joking. I have been running on this street for several years. Look, one of my shoes is worn out. Where are you going?"

Li Aiguo looked at him, then looked at the dirty shoe with the toes showing, sat on it, and said, "Let's go."

"Sir, you haven't told me where you're going yet?"

"Stop talking nonsense. I'll stop wherever I say."

"Of course!" After getting permission, the rickshaw driver threw his arms around and started to run. He pulled Li Aiguo on the bustling streets and ran non-stop.

Li Aiguo was sitting in the car, his forehead also sweaty, and his face under the mask looked painful and hideous.

He stared at the buildings on both sides of the street, observing and constantly urging people to "hurry up".

A few minutes later, finally, a door with a red "X" sign appeared on the corner of the street, and he suddenly shouted: "Stop——"

The driver braked suddenly as instructed, but before the car stopped, Li Aiguo jumped out regardless of everything and rushed towards the clinic. He broke open the door of the small clinic with a bang, and leaned against the door frame, gasping for breath with a pale face.

"Money, fare, sir, you haven't paid yet?" The rickshaw driver behind me shouted anxiously.

Li Aiguo didn't care. He staggered to the doctor under his stunned gaze and sat down on the bench. He pulled out his hand from his sleeve with a grimace. His right hand was covered in blood and his left hand was wrapped in a cloth, blood had already seeped out.

"Sir, what's wrong with you? Are you injured?" The doctor stood up with a frown and checked.

Li Aiguo was panting and didn't bother to speak. He just stretched out his hand.

The doctor took out a pair of tweezers and scissors from the iron box at hand, and slowly cut open the cloth strip that was bleeding. He couldn't help but gasp, only to see that Li Aiguo's left little finger was broken into two pieces.

"How did you get hurt like this?"

Li Aiguo endured the pain and said with a grin, "I accidentally cut it while cutting vegetables. Can it be connected? Quick, give me some painkillers first."

The doctor frowned, observing the injury, and said, "When you cut vegetables, you will cut the tip of your finger, but you can't cut the middle."

After saying that, he looked at Li Aiguo suspiciously, "Brother, did you fight to the death with someone? I can't treat this kind of injury here, you should go to the hospital as soon as possible." Hearing this, Li Aiguo's face became even gloomier. He gritted his teeth and stood up, suddenly rushed forward, picked up the scissors on the table, put them on the doctor's neck, and threatened:

"Can't be cured, or don't want to be cured? Believe it or not, I will stab you to death!"

"Brother, be brave, calm down, let's talk nicely!" The doctor was terrified. "Listen to me, I only have a small clinic. I can handle common rheumatism, colds, bruises and falls, but I really can't reattach severed fingers. If I had that ability, I would have gone to a big hospital long ago."

"You don't want to be treated?!" After hearing the doctor's words, Li Aiguo became even more anxious.

Seeing that he was about to get emotional again, the doctor quickly said, "That's not what I meant. I really can't do anything about it. How about this, I'll clean your wound first, bandage it, and then send you to the hospital? Good man, if it's too late, it really can't be connected."

Li Aiguo stared at him and asked, "What do you mean by 'can't connect'?"

"That's right. The longer you wait, the lower the chances of success. Simply put, if the finger is dead, there's no way to save it."

"What should I do?"

"I just said, I'll take care of you first, and then send you to the hospital. If you don't have money, I'll pay for the medical expenses. Who else?"

"I'm not going to the hospital!" The doctor was interrupted by Li Aiguo before he could finish his words. In principle, he was already a dead man, and in such a critical moment, how could he dare to go to the hospital.

"Then what do you say we should do?" the doctor said cautiously, looking up at Li Aiguo's face from time to time. He didn't know why he was so unlucky to encounter such a scoundrel just after opening the business. At this moment, he just wanted to coax this guy away.

"How about stopping the bleeding?"

"I can stop the bleeding, but I'm afraid of the hero's hand."

"Stop talking nonsense and deal with it immediately!"

"Hey, hey, hey, right away, right away!" The doctor wiped the sweat off his forehead, took a few deep breaths, rummaged through the drawers to find cotton swabs and alcohol gauze, and then took out a bag of gray powder from the drawer.

"what is this?"

"Yunnan Baiyao is very effective in stopping bleeding from injuries caused by falls."

Hearing this, Li Aiguo directly grabbed the packet of medicine and sprinkled it on his fingers. He immediately gasped in pain. The doctor looked at him in disbelief, feeling both distressed and helpless. He didn't dare to say anything at this moment, so he had to bite the bullet and step forward, using all he had learned in his life to treat the "hero"'s wound.

More than ten minutes later, the doctor finally bandaged the wound with trepidation.

Li Aiguo grabbed a piece of gauze, wiped the cold sweat from his head, and slowly exhaled. His bloodshot eyes glanced back at the rickshaw driver squatting outside the clinic, waiting for the fare. He sneered and looked at the doctor:
"what's your name?"

"What?" The doctor was confused.

"Your ID."

"What do you want this for?" the doctor asked warily.

Li Aiguo sneered: "To tell you the truth, I am from the Military Control Commission."

The doctor was stunned for a moment, then his tone immediately became courteous: "So it's you, sir."

"Don't try to get close to me." Li Aiguo interrupted him, pointed at himself and then at the doctor, "I'm on a secret mission. Today's events must be kept confidential. If you dare to leak it, I'll have to go to your home and visit you."

The doctor knew very well the weight and meaning of the words "visit your home", and he nodded tremblingly and vowed not to reveal it.

Li Aiguo nodded, sat in the clinic for a while, asked a few questions to understand the situation, and then turned and left.

As he left, he calmly stuffed the scissors on the table into his sleeves.

Outside the door, Qian Xiaosan, who was dressed as a rickshaw driver, pretended to be impatient. As soon as Li Aiguo walked out, he rushed over and shouted, "Give me money. You want to ride a pirate car, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Aiguo forced out a stiff smile:
"You must be joking. I just forgot about it in my haste. Tell me, how much is it?"

"Five dollars."

"Oh." Li Aiguo glanced at him, pretended to touch his body, then smiled awkwardly and said:
"Sorry, I think I forgot my wallet at home. How about you come with me to get it? And take me back at the same time?"

"You didn't bring any money?" Qian Xiaosan looked at him suspiciously.

"Can I still deceive you? No..." Li Aiguo glanced at him, took out a pack of Sanpaotai from his pocket, lit one and said disdainfully, "Can those who smoke this be any worse than your little money?"

Qian Xiaosan knew that this guy was acting. The so-called going home to get money was just to paralyze him. Maybe he had already planned how to kill him. But this was exactly what he wanted. He was curious about this guy's identity, so he pretended to hesitate and thought about it before saying:
"Sure, but I want fifteen dollars."

"Deal!" Li Aiguo agreed readily and walked towards where the rickshaw was parked with a smile. Qian Xiaosan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and followed closely.

After getting in the car, Li Aiguo gave an address, which was obviously in the opposite direction of the way he came.

Qian Xiaosan pretended to be surprised, then immediately turned his head to look at Li Aiguo and asked suspiciously:

"Aren't you going back the same way?"

"Go to my other place."

"Okay." Qian Xiaosan hesitated for a moment, then immediately started driving.

The rickshaw turned left and right, passing through the bustling crowd. Qian Xiaosan looked straight ahead, panting heavily and pulling the rickshaw hard, without saying a word all the way.

Li Aiguo sat in the car with his legs crossed, also without saying a word.

Seeing that the rickshaw was about to pass through a dark passage, Li Aiguo glanced at Qian Xiaosan's back, put down his crossed legs, and then quietly reached for the scissors in his sleeve.

Suddenly, the rickshaw shook violently, and his hand that was touching the scissors immediately retracted.

The driver seemed to be startled by the sudden shaking. He turned to look at Li Aiguo apologetically: "Sorry, Shitou, I didn't notice it."

Li Aiguo frowned and looked at him without saying anything.

The rickshaw continued to move forward, and after about ten minutes, it finally arrived at a remote alley.

"Stop the car." Li Aiguo looked into the alley, then looked at the driver who turned around, pointed at a door in the middle, and said:
"That's my home. How about going in and having a glass of water?"

"Okay, I'm afraid to bother you."

"Don't be polite. Once you're here, you're a guest. Please come this way!" Li Aiguo suddenly became enthusiastic, standing in his place and talking while extending his hand to invite people.

Qian Xiaosan glanced at him, consciously kept a certain distance from him, said thank you, and walked forward.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly found that Li Aiguo was standing still. He turned around and saw Li Aiguo suddenly squatting down with his hands on his stomach and sweating profusely.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" Qian Xiaosan sneered in his heart, pretended that he noticed nothing, and walked back immediately.

"Ouch, my stomach suddenly hurts so much." Li Aiguo took a breath, watching the approaching figure gloomily out of the corner of his eyes, and tightly grasped the scissors hidden in his sleeve.

"Are you okay? Can I help you up?" Qian Xiaosan stopped one step away from him, leaned over to look at him and asked.

"Help me up - go to hell!" Seeing that the prey was not taking the bait, Li Aiguo suddenly jumped up, tightly gripped the scissors, and stabbed straight at Qian Xiaosan's throat.

At this moment, Qian Xiaosan suddenly took a step back and pulled out a loaded pistol from his arms:

"Sir, what are you doing?"

When their eyes met, Li Aiguo was completely dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)