My spy diary

Chapter 472 Arresting people
"Is he the Japanese?"

In a three-story teahouse a hundred meters away from the courtyard where Beichuan lived, He Zhiyuan looked down through a telescope at the postman who climbed over the wall.

"It shouldn't be him. He looks more like a runner." Zhang Yi shook his head. Although he already knew Beichuan's real name and hidden identity, he didn't know what he looked like. What appeared in his field of vision was a thin man wearing a faded postal uniform and a green wide-brimmed hat with the brim pulled down low, just covering most of his face.

The postman's job involves going to the streets and alleys, so there must be a perfect reason for him to be here, but it is impossible for him to live in such a big house, which is inconsistent with his identity.

The Beichuan in Zhang Yi's imagination should be a well-trained person who pays great attention to details, has strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities, has a high IQ, is cunning and treacherous, and should be a person who usually dresses decently and has a certain social status to conceal his identity.

"Yeah." He Zhiyuan nodded, showing a trace of regret, and then said meaningfully: "It's a pity that the time has not come yet, otherwise I would want to arrest him now."

Zhang Yi understood what he meant. The person in charge of solving the case was still Chen Tumu. If he really caught the person and solved the case, it would only be helping others.

"Then what do you mean?"

"Don't rush to attack. The snakes have all come out of their holes. Let's get a feel for what's going on first." He Zhiyuan said, and moved the telescope to Lin Xiao, who had just stopped a rickshaw.

"What do you think he'll do next?"

A cold wind blew on the street. Lin Xiao sat on the rickshaw with a worried look on his face.

Beichuan's threat was undisguised. If he didn't do what he wanted, he would not let his son go even if he died.

The rickshaw stopped opposite the city library. Lin Xiao got off the rickshaw and stood on the road, looking at it absentmindedly. After a while, he thought about it and turned to walk towards the public telephone booth where he had made a call before.

He picked up the phone and dialed the library's number: "Is Sister Liu on duty today? Oh, it's Sister Wang. Well, you can ask her to answer the phone. Thank you for your help."

After saying this, he gently put the phone receiver aside, pushed the door open, walked out, quickly crossed the street, walked up the steps of the library, and quietly appeared at the registration desk at the door. There was no one here at the moment. A half-knitted red scarf was placed next to a frayed registration book, and the chair was empty.

He looked around, took the register, turned a page, and signed his name in a blank space.

He had just restored the registration card and walked into the library's small door when an old lady wearing sleeves came over from the side, mumbling to a staff member as she walked: "Lao Li, is the office phone broken? It's connected but there's no sound, and you guys didn't fix it."

"This is a waste of time." She complained all the way, walked over and sat down, straightened her sleeves, and started knitting a scarf again. After a while, she stood up and walked into the library to sort out the bookshelves. At this moment, she happened to bump into Lin Xiao who was walking out. Lin Xiao took the initiative to greet her, looking very familiar: "Sister Wang, are you busy again?"

Sister Wang looked at him with a puzzled look. She thought for a moment and asked, "Who are you?"

"Lin Xiao from the hospital, I greeted you when I came in, have you forgotten?"

Lin Xiao pulled Sister Wang to identify it again with a surprised expression, but in the end she shook her head and said, "There are so many people coming every day, I can't remember them all."

"That's right." Lin Xiao glanced at the bookshelf not far away and said apologetically, "I was looking for a medical book just now, but I couldn't find it. Could you please help me look for it?"

"what book?"

"Surgery books." Lin Xiao pointed at the bookshelf and thought silently in his heart, if, if someone doubted his identity and questioned him to verify where he went today, the registrar Wang Jie would be the best witness. Of course, the premise is that the opponent has no other evidence.

In Room 301 of Huifeng Hotel on Xichuan Road, the curtains were drawn tightly and Li Aiguo was rummaging through boxes and cabinets to pack his things.

The ticking of the wall clock made Li Aiguo irritable. Although he turned the house upside down, he could not find anything valuable except a stack of banknotes and a few relatively decent clothes on his body.

He sighed, pulled out a Mauser pistol that Lin Xiao had left for him for self-defense from his waist, and looked at it again and again.

Although as a soldier and a former soldier, he had received some basic training and had fired a gun, he had never killed anyone. When he was guarding the warehouse, he used the pistol to scare people.

At this moment, the pistol in his hand felt heavy, and he was unsure if he would tremble when he fired. He couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart that he was really not cut out to be a spy.

Therefore, he had to escape, while the Military Control Commission's attention was on Lin Xiao, and run far away. He felt that this might be his best and last chance.

At this moment he felt a little regretful. If he had known this would happen, he would not have done it in the first place. If he had not used the money to smoke opium, it would have been great. It is said that one gold bar can buy thirty acres of land in the countryside. He could have changed his name and become a local rich man, married a few beautiful wives, and had a few fat boys.

"Fuck, making money is like catching ghosts, spending money is like water flowing."

After thinking about it for a while, Li Aiguo put the pistol back into his waist.

The sound of the clock on the wall was like a death curse. Li Aiguo, who had made all the preparations, was now pacing around the room in a state of anxiety.

He glanced at the time and waited anxiously. According to his plan, when it was time for dinner, he pretended nothing happened and went to the wonton shop across the street first. He had been there last night. There was a small door through the back kitchen and an alley outside. As long as he was careful, he should be able to escape the surveillance of the Military Control Commission and the people arranged by Lin Xiao.

"Dang, dang, dang!" Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door, which scared Li Aiguo. He subconsciously pulled out the pistol from his waist and stared at the door with bated breath.

After waiting for a while, the knock on the door came again, three times as lightly as before.

Lin Xiao is here? That shouldn't happen. Shouldn't he come at night?

Someone from the Military Control Commission?

Li Aiguo's heart was pounding and his eyes were fixed on the door. No matter who it was, if they found out that he was trying to escape, they would not let him go.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and tiptoed towards the door with the gun in hand. Through the peephole, he saw a green wide-brimmed hat. The owner of the hat seemed to be aware of a pair of eyes staring at him. He looked up suddenly and met Li Aiguo's eyes.

Sinister, vicious? Li Aiguo didn't know how to describe these eyes. He subconsciously lowered his head, held his breath, and slowly retreated. At this moment, he felt that his heart was about to jump out.

However, things did not end there. Seeing that there was no movement in the house, the people outside began to pry the lock.

A thinly folded piece of cardboard was silently inserted into the crack of the door and began to slide up and down.

As if realizing that the door was locked, the person outside pulled the thin piece back again, and this time replaced it with a wire, and a clicking sound instantly came from the keyhole.

Li Aiguo stared at the lock cylinder intently, clenched his teeth, raised the pistol with trembling hands, and pointed the muzzle at the door.

A drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead and rolled into his eyes, but he didn't dare to wipe it.

In a trance, time seemed to have passed for a long time, but it also seemed to be only a second. Suddenly, there was a "click" sound, the lock was opened, and the door handle turned. Li Aiguo subconsciously tightened his hand on the trigger, but then he thought that the sound of the gunshot would definitely alert the military secret agents, and he would never be able to escape. With this in mind, he rushed forward and held the door handle tightly.

The person outside was pushing the door, and Li Aiguo inside was pressing it.

"Open the door, we are one."

"who are you?"

"Doctor Lin asked me to come."

"Let him do it himself." Li Aiguo tightly gripped the door handle. At this moment, not only Lin Xiao, but even the Lord himself could not open the door.

The postman outside the door was silent. He sneered, took a few steps back, took out a steel pipe that looked like a silencer from his pocket with one hand, and reached for his lower back with the other hand. At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the stairs.

No matter who the visitor is, he cannot expose himself under the current circumstances.

The postman immediately stopped what he was doing, leaned over to pick up a package at the door, and said, "Okay, I'll go find Dr. Lin right away."

After saying this, he picked up the package and left. When he reached the stairs, he passed by an old lady carrying a kettle.

Hearing the footsteps fade away and there was no movement outside the door, Li Aiguo's hand holding the gun gradually relaxed a little. Then, he quickly locked the door again and pushed a chair forward. After doing all this, it seemed that all his strength was exhausted and he collapsed directly on the ground.

On the other side, Dai Chunfeng returned to the bureau headquarters with an expressionless face. Mao Qiwu observed his expression and approached him and asked cautiously, "Director, what did the old man say?"

Dai Chunfeng curled his lips and said, "Chen Tumu quit."

"This is a good thing!"

"It's a good thing. This time he took the initiative to resign. Humph, he said that the Military and Political Department was planning the Nanning war. I think he is at his wit's end. He is worried that he can't solve the case and will be in trouble."

"So, the old man wants our Military Control Commission to take charge of this case again?"

Dai Chunfeng nodded.

Mao Qiwu thought for a moment and asked, "How did the old man deal with Chen Tumu?"

"No, he and Li Shizhen have always stressed that there were no mistakes in their investigation, but the Japanese spies were too cunning and difficult to deal with. The man surnamed Kong and the people in the Political Science Department and the military said a lot of good things on his behalf, so the old man didn't deal with anyone this time. He just stressed that the case must be solved as soon as possible."

Hearing this answer, Mao Qiwu frowned in annoyance: "It's a pity that I won't get to see him embarrass himself."

"Let's wait and see." Dai Chunfeng snorted coldly, then his expression became serious and he changed the subject and asked, "Let's not talk about this, let's talk about something else. How is He Zhiyuan's situation? Is there any progress?"

"I was just about to report to you that their plan was successful. While tracking Lin Xiao, they discovered another spy who was hiding his identity as a postman."

"Postman? Where is the person behind the scenes?" Upon hearing this, Dai Chunfeng sat up straight involuntarily.

"We have discovered a stronghold and are currently under surveillance. What Director He meant was to play the long game and catch the big fish."

"What if the fish escapes?" Dai Chunfeng jumped up from his chair, pondered for a while, and gave a direct order:
"Catch them now. If you catch one, you can catch a bunch. Don't let the big fish escape before the shrimps run away."

"Yes, I'll call now."

Tick ​​tock!

It was finally twelve o'clock. Li Aiguo didn't dare to wait any longer. He stood up and listened carefully behind the door. He found nothing unusual. He went to the window, lifted a corner of the heavy curtains, and peeked at the street outside for a while. Still nothing unusual, he turned around and walked towards the door.

Just as he reached the door, he suddenly thought of something and immediately took off his coat. Then he quietly moved the chair away from the door, lay down behind the door and listened again, then grabbed the door handle and took a deep breath.

The door was opened, and there was no one outside, and the corridor was quiet.

He quickly closed the door, rubbed his stomach, pretended to be hungry, and walked downstairs. His heart was pounding and his eyes were always fixed on the direction of the exit.

Ten meters, five meters, Li Aiguo was extremely anxious and his steps were extremely heavy. Just as he was about to reach the corner of the first floor, a hand lifted the door curtain of the hotel, revealing half a circle of a green wide-brimmed hat.

Li Aiguo was suddenly nailed to the spot like a nail.

As if sensing his panic, the owner of the hat looked up and smiled at him gently, then reached in with his other hand, a hand that looked like it was holding a rolled-up newspaper, with a black gun barrel exposed in the middle.

Seeing the gun barrel raised, Li Aiguo trembled all over and subconsciously wanted to turn around and run back. However, at this moment, he suddenly saw the door curtain move, and the gun barrel retracted again.

Li Aiguo breathed a sigh of relief immediately. He didn't have time to think at the moment. He took a deep breath, took a difficult step, and staggered towards the second-floor window. However, just as he reached the second floor stairs, suddenly, a pistol was pointed at his temple.

The owner of the pistol was Qian Xiaosan. He was dressed like a businessman and looked at Li Aiguo with a smile: "Where are you going?"

Li Aiguo opened his mouth and said, "Go, go eat."

"You're smart. Not wearing a coat gives people the illusion that you'll be back at any time." Qian Xiaosan laughed sarcastically, paused and said, "If I were you, I would have to wear a pair of slippers. What do you think?"

"What do you mean?"

Qian Xiaosan sneered, not wanting to waste any more time talking to him, and said, "Take him away."

As soon as he finished speaking, two nimble plainclothes officers rushed out from the left and right sides of the aisle, grabbed Li Aiguo without saying a word, searched him, confiscated his gun, handcuffed him, stuffed a rag in his mouth, and dragged him downstairs.

When he got outside, Li Aiguo saw that the postman was also being dragged into the car like a dead dog.

At the same time, Lin Xiao was also arrested in the hospital.

However, on the other side, when a large number of fully armed agents broke into the courtyard where Beichuan was, the man had already disappeared.

(End of this chapter)