My spy diary

Chapter 473 Fool (asking for monthly ticket)

"Director He, Director Zhang, we have searched the house thoroughly, but there is no one there. Apart from a few pieces of clothing, there are no valuable clues. It seems that the person has escaped."

As soon as Zhang Yi and He Zhiyuan stepped into the courtyard where Beichuan lived, a team leader of the operations department ran up to report with a look of regret on his face. He said that Boss Dai's order was given neither too early nor too late. If it had been given earlier, the person would have been caught for sure.

However, one could only complain about this in one's heart, and no one dared to say it out loud.

At this moment, another plainclothes officer ran out with excitement:
"Found a secret passage."

Everyone immediately walked into the house, but just as they reached the door, a dull explosion suddenly came from inside the house.

Several plainclothes officers, covered in dust and dirt, rushed up from the secret passage, shouting, "Bomb! There's a bomb in the secret passage!"

A team leader with bruises on his face rushed to He Zhiyuan. Before he could speak, He Zhiyuan had already issued an order with a gloomy face:

"Immediately notify the action team, the police station, and the garrison military police to block all streets and residential areas within a 2-kilometer radius, verify the identities of everyone, and arrest all suspects."

"Yes."

After the order was given, everyone took action separately.

Soon, plainclothes officers found several packages of remaining explosives and a destroyed radio station from the collapsed tunnel.

He Zhiyuan became more and more angry, and looked at Zhang Yi with a gloomy face: "Brother, what do you think? Where is the breakthrough?"

Zhang Yi also had a look of annoyance on his face. His eyes fell on the pieces of clothing he had found. After thinking for a while, he said, "The monk may escape, but the temple cannot."

Following his gaze, He Zhiyuan's eyes lit up: "Are you talking about military dogs?"

"Yes, didn't the action team just accept several training classes to train military dogs? A lot of money has been spent. Whether it's a mule or a horse, it's time to take it out for a walk."

"I should have thought of it earlier. I hope this is a panacea." He Zhiyuan held his forehead and immediately ordered the plainclothes officers to bring the military dog ​​over.

Half an hour later, a canvas-covered jeep arrived.

"Let's go and take a look." He Zhiyuan looked very interested. He walked to the back of the jeep, lifted the canvas and stuck his head inside.

On the back seat of the jeep, there were two big wolfhounds squatting there, panting with their tongues hanging out, and a dog trainer sitting next to them, holding them.

The training of military dogs or police dogs in the Republic of China period began in 1917. At that time, a man named Qian Xilin privately funded the establishment of China's first police dog research institute in Dongcheng, Beijing. He also went to Germany to study police dog training technology and built the first professional police dog training base in modern China.

In 22, the Qingdao Police Department under the Beiyang Government hired a German dog trainer and also began to train police dogs.

In 36, the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Police School established a police dog department and trained hundreds of working dogs to serve the military and police.

The Military Control Commission’s Linli training class also has its own police dog training class.

At this moment, He Zhiyuan looked at the dog trainer and asked, "If you let go, will they bite me?"

"Don't worry, Director. They won't move unless I give the order."

"Really?" He Zhiyuan was relieved, and he touched the head of one of the military dogs with a smile, "If you make a contribution later, you will have a big bone to eat tonight."

The military dog ​​stuck out its tongue and drooled.

The dog trainer laughed dryly: "They don't eat bones, they only eat imported canned food and biscuits."

He Zhiyuan disagreed: "As long as they can make contributions, they can eat anything. Let them work."

"Yes." The dog trainer led the military dog ​​out of the car. The military dog ​​sniffed the few pieces of clothes that were searched, dragged the dog trainer around the yard a few times, and immediately chased in one direction, sniffing its nose.

Seeing this scene, everyone instantly became confident and followed the direction the military dog ​​was tracking.

The military dog ​​first stopped outside the door of a house in the next alley. After barking a few times, it rushed in, dragging the dog trainer with it.

After entering the yard, the military dog ​​sniffed and suddenly rushed to the woodshed on the left side of the yard, barking wildly at a pile of grass covered with a torn straw mat.

A plainclothes officer walked up and lifted the straw mat, revealing a dark and distorted man's face. His eyes were wide open, his mouth was half open, revealing uneven teeth, and his tongue was half sticking out, appearing dark purple. Saliva was sliding down the corners of his mouth, leaving a wet mark on his cheek.

The corpse was stripped of all its clothes, and a long gown and a pair of leather shoes were thrown next to it.

The plainclothes officer touched his neck and stood up to report: "He must have been strangled to death. The body still has a trace of temperature. He died not long ago."

"So, the murderer should not have gotten far. He should be wearing this person's clothes. Notify Luca immediately and intensify the investigation."

On the other side, Beichuan came out of the main house of a family and passed by the pile of coal in the utility room. He suddenly stopped. An idea flashed through his mind and he lay directly into the pile of coal.

After a while, he stood up, smoothed the coal pile, stuck his head out, and looked around alertly.

Then he smiled triumphantly and climbed out from the backyard.

At this moment, his face was covered with coal dust, and he was wearing a dirty jacket stained with coal. His hair was also covered with dirt and messy like weeds, and he was wearing a cloth shoe with his toe exposed on his feet. He looked exactly like a coal miner.

He walked out of the alley with his hands bent and came to the street. He looked ahead and saw a dark mass of people, all of whom were blocked by the checkpoints in the blockade area.

He knew that his guess had become a fact, but it was still unbelievable to him that it happened so quickly.

At this moment, his heart was filled with gloom. If running all the way made his body tired, then the tension was draining his spirit. If something went wrong today, all his efforts for so long would be wasted.

So I had to escape.

After a quick look, he found that two wooden fences blocked the two sides of the street at the checkpoint, leaving only a gap for one person to pass through. Everyone had to go through a body search after their ID was verified before they could pass through the checkpoint.

Several armed men in black Zhongshan suits were walking back and forth in front of the checkpoint, followed by police checking IDs and military police wearing steel helmets and red armbands and carrying live ammunition.

Beichuan thought about it, then dodged and joined the crowd that was waiting for inspection with frightened faces and whispers, and slowly approached the checkpoint with the flow of people.

Soon it was his turn. A household registration police officer looked at him with disdain and shouted:

"Your ID."

Beichuan opened his mouth and babbled a few times. He gestured at his throat, touched his pocket, and expressed something anxiously.

"ID, household registration certificate." The household registration police repeated it again.

Beichuan shook his head and babbled even more urgently.

A man wearing glasses and holding a newspaper behind him said impatiently, "This is a fool. Where is his ID? Can you hurry up?"

As soon as this was said, more people behind him began to complain: "That's right, it's noon, are we still going to be allowed to eat? We've all been very cooperative, so hurry up!"

The household registration police hesitated and glanced at the plainclothes officer in front of him. Two plainclothes officers stepped forward suspiciously and looked at Beichuan. Suddenly one of them said:
"Pull down his pants. I want to see if he is a fool."

Beichuan was still babbling and gesticulating, as if he didn't understand what was said at all.

Another plainclothes officer smirked, walked up and grabbed Kitagawa's pants: "Should I take them off?"

Beichuan gave a silly laugh, and then his pants were pulled down to his ankles. He was not even wearing any pants underneath. His dark thighs were covered in coal dust, and a limp penis was hanging there. The plainclothes officer looked at him with disdain, waved his hand and said:
"Looks like a fool, go ahead."

The "idiot" laughed, and without even pulling up his pants, he staggered through the checkpoint. "This is disgraceful, too much," the man with glasses who saw this scene shouted. Before he could finish his words, the plainclothes officer slapped him in the face: "You are so noble? He is your father?"

"I"

"What do you mean? You look suspicious to me. Take him away." The plainclothes officer snorted coldly, and he and his companions dragged the man into the car next to them.

The man struggled and howled, causing the crowd to become a commotion and chaos.

At this moment, He Zhiyuan and Zhang Yi's car arrived. They parked the car on the side of the road and came to the vicinity of the checkpoint. Just now, the military dog ​​completely lost its target after tracking the coal pile, so they had to come here.

He Zhiyuan jumped out of the car, snorted coldly, and gave his subordinate a cold look. The man understood, pulled out his gun and shot at the two most violent men in the crowd without saying a word.

"bang bang"

As the two people fell to the ground injured, there was a terrible silence in the crowd. Several women who were frightened and couldn't help crying bit their lips hard.

He Zhiyuan was unmoved and asked the plainclothes officer who was investigating: "Did you find anyone suspicious?"

"There was a guy who said something strange, and we caught him."

"I saw it, is there anything else?"

"There was a fool who just passed through without any ID." The plainclothes officer looked at his gloomy face, hesitated for a moment, and then carefully told the truth.

He Zhiyuan frowned, suppressing his inner anger: "You let him go?"

"No, it's Liu Neng."

"He is really capable. Where is he?"

Liu Neng immediately ran over tremblingly: "Director, Director, that man is really a fool."

"Pa", He Zhiyuan slapped him in the face: "I think you are the fool, repeat the order I just gave."

"Verify the identities of everyone one by one and arrest all those who are suspicious."

"What about people?"

Liu Neng nodded and dared not say anything.

"If you don't say anything, does that mean you admit your guilt?"

"I, I'll get him back now."

"Too late." He Zhiyuan sneered, suddenly pulled out his pistol, and shot Liu Neng dead. Liu Neng fell to the ground without any defense, and the plainclothes officers who saw this scene were silent.

He Zhiyuan put away his gun, glanced at everyone, and shouted, "You bunch of idiots, what are you still standing there for? Chase them!"

"Yes."

Everyone quickly ran in the direction where the fool had just left. On the busy street, plainclothes officers were hiding in the crowd, walking fast or slow to search. People were coming and going on the street, some were walking hurriedly, some were looking around, some were making calls in public telephone booths, and some were selling cigarettes, but there was no sign of the fool.
Judicial Department interrogation room.

Lin Xiao might have been tired of sitting, so he was leaning on the interrogation room, picking his nails out of boredom.

"Why aren't you speaking yet?" Zhang Yi pushed the door open and asked the plainclothes officer who was conducting the preliminary investigation.

"He just asked when we would have dinner." The interrogator replied helplessly.

"Oh." Everything is difficult at the beginning, especially the interrogation. Zhang Yi is well aware of this, so when he heard this, he was not in a hurry at all.

"If you don't say it now, you will have to say it eventually. If you don't say it today, you will say it tomorrow. If you are tortured, you will have to say it."

As he spoke, he pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at Lin Xiao and said, "Is this our second meeting, Doctor Lin?"

Hearing this, Lin Xiao looked up at him with an indignant look: "Why did you arrest me? Not only did I help you treat the Japanese spy, but I was brought here just after I came back from the library. You want me to explain, what should I explain?"

Zhang Yi sneered: "Playing dumb? You want me to call Li Aiguo over to confront you?"

"Who is Li Aiguo?" Lin Xiao followed up on his words.

"Aren't you his military advisor? Ask me?"

Lin Xiao was a little confused about what Zhang Yi said. He looked at Zhang Yi with his mouth half open.

"You went to the library first, made a phone call, went to the meeting place, and then went to the library again after coming back, forged the signature, and created proof of your presence. Do you think you are very smart?"

Lin Xiao's mouth, which had just been half open, slowly closed. He thought he had done it without anyone noticing, but he didn't expect that he was just a clown in the end, and his every move was under the control of the Military Control Commission.

Seeing that he remained silent, Zhang Yi went straight to the point: "Tell me, who is the person you contacted? What's his name? How do you find him?"

Lin Xiao looked at him and smiled: "He ran away, right?"

After a pause, he asked, "Do you have a second question?"

"What are your next plans?"

"I can't tell you that either." Lin Xiao curled his lips with a hint of disdain, then closed his eyes like a monk in meditation.

Zhang Yi nodded and said with a double meaning: "Too much talk leads to mistakes, so it's a good habit to keep quiet. He is your backer, but you are also a threat to him. In this situation, you are still willing to keep a secret for him. I think there must be some weakness of yours that he has grasped, right?"

After hearing what Zhang Yi said, Lin Xiao opened his eyes and seemed to be a little interested. He asked, "Why can't it be faith?"

Zhang Yi sneered: "You still have faith? Are you worthy?"

Lin Xiao suddenly burst into laughter, and his laughter sounded a little crazy.

After a pause, Zhang Yi asked, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be a member of the Wang Puppet regime, right?"

Lin Xiao nodded, and immediately corrected, "It's the Jinling government. You are the fake government over here."

"Save the country through peace? Survive? Enjoy life while you can?"

Lin Xiao stopped talking again.

"Okay, since you don't want to talk, then let's punish you?"

Lin Xiao looked indifferent: "Life and death don't matter to me. Since I started this business, I earn a day if I live. But if I really tell you something, the Japanese will not let my son go."

Hearing this, Zhang Yi knew that torture was no longer possible, so he waved his hand, and two plainclothes officers rushed forward and carried Lin Xiao to the interrogation stand.

In the interrogation room next door, the postman who had been arrested earlier had been tortured beyond recognition and was in a semi-conscious state. The plainclothes whip was still constantly whipping him, and he let out intermittent screams.

At the same time, Beichuan, who had escaped, stood in the living room of his new apartment and picked up the phone with a serious expression: "Something happened."

(End of this chapter)