My spy diary

Chapter 474 Dark Clouds (asking for monthly tickets)

At the same time, Kitagawa was standing in the living room of his new apartment, holding the telephone receiver with a serious expression:

"problem occurs."

He had a gloomy face and thought of a countermeasure quickly: "If he doesn't speak, everything can be controlled. If he speaks, it will be hard to say."

The person opposite said something, and Beichuan lowered his head in panic. He rubbed his face with his hands and said more humbly, "This is really an accident. My people were careless for a moment. They wanted to visit the village first and then collect the debt. As a result, another village chief came to the door, and the incident happened unexpectedly. Yes, don't worry, I am handling the aftermath and ensuring that everything is back on track."

After hanging up the phone, Beichuan leaned back on the sofa, somewhat exhausted. In the dim light, his thin face looked particularly gloomy.

After resting for a while, he got up and went to the bathroom, and washed his face vigorously. The cold water hitting his face made him look much more energetic.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he smiled grimly, then took out a fake beard from the cabinet under the sink and stuck it on. He looked at himself in the mirror for a few seconds, then changed his clothes and hat, took out a photo from the drawer of the bedroom and put it in his arms, then walked out of the house again.

It was already dark, and there were still a few vendors selling melon seeds, peanuts and cigarettes at the entrance of the apartment building. Several customers were surrounding the vendors to choose from.

Beichuan walked past the stall calmly and headed towards another street.

After turning two alleys, he came to a simple bungalow.

There were gray walls and thatched roofs, and bricks were piled up to block the windows. A thin, dark man was lying on a bed with rubble padding the corners, with his back to the broken door.

Apart from the small bed, there was only a greasy wooden table in the room, on which were piled a basket of steamed buns, several jars of pickled vegetables and dried radishes, a few empty wine bottles, and a pile of melon seeds and peanut shells. On the ground lay a pile of melon seed shells and cigarette butts without filters.

Suddenly, there were three knocks on the door. The man rolled over, grabbed a dagger beside him, held his breath, and looked outside the door vigilantly.

After a pause, the knock on the door sounded again, this time it was "Knock, knock, knock-knock", three light knocks and one heavy knock. The man breathed a sigh of relief and quickly opened the door.

The person outside the door is Beichuan.

Seeing it was him, the man was startled, looked behind Kitagawa, and immediately asked, "Where's Yusuke?"

"Let's go in and talk." Beichuan walked in sideways, gently closed the door, walked over and slowly stretched out his hand, took the short knife in the man's hand, and then tried to slow down his tone and said:

"Tomosuke, don't be anxious. Sit down and listen to me."

After calming the man down, Beichuan sat down beside the bed and asked in a calm tone, "You still don't know what happened this afternoon, right?"

Chisuke looked at him in confusion, with an expression of complete ignorance on his face.

"Something unexpected happened. Lin Xiao, including your brother, was arrested."

Tomosuke widened his eyes in shock, a look of panic flashed across his face. He naturally understood what being arrested meant. His name was Kuroda Tomosuke, and Kuroda Yusuke was his younger brother. They had met this morning. He had never expected this to happen.

"The problem lies with Lin Xiao. He fell into the trap of the Military Control Commission. The so-called arrested Japanese spy was just a bait. Lin Xiao, your brother, and I all took the bait. Although I took emergency measures, it was too late."

"Why, why is this happening?" Kuroda Tomosuke's cheeks were trembling, he was very excited, and he immediately bent down to search under the bed.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to save my brother."

"Pah!" Beichuan slapped him in the face and shouted in a low voice, "Baka! Kuroda-kun, I have to remind you that this is a mountain city, the lair of the Kuomintang. You can't get anything done with courage alone. Humph, you are alone, and you will be riddled with bullets before you even get close to the gate of the Military Intelligence Bureau. A good agent should be calm and judge the situation instead of being brave."

Kuroda Tomosuke lowered his head, his face full of despair.

Kitagawa sighed and continued, "Yousuke is the most courageous and loyal warrior in the empire. I hope you can put aside your sorrow, put the interests of the empire first, serve the emperor, and help me deal with the aftermath, for you and for Kuroda-kun."

Kuroda Tomosuke frowned and looked at him.

"Lin Xiao is always a problem. If he betrays me, the Military Control Commission may uproot all of us." Beichuan stared at him solemnly. After a pause, he took out a note and a photo from his pocket and handed them to Kuroda Chisuke. "Don't let hatred cloud your reason. Show some real ability and find this person."

Finally, he whispered a few more instructions.

"Yes." Kuroda Tomosuke saluted and turned to leave.

trial room.

Zhang Yi walked into the interrogation room where the postman was held. Looking at the Japanese spy who had not spoken a word despite repeated torture, he took a few steps forward and grabbed his chin:
"Chen Hongwei? No matter what your name is, just tell us what you know and you won't have to suffer."

The postman gasped for breath, his lips trembling slightly: "Baga, you Chinese pig, just kill me, just kill me!"

"From your accent, I can tell you are from Nagasaki?" Zhang Yi immediately asked tentatively after hearing him speak in Japanese.

The postman realized something and immediately closed his eyes, without responding to his words.

Zhang Yi was not discouraged. After thinking for a while, he turned around and left the interrogation room. However, he did not go to rest after leaving the room. Instead, he handed Monkey a banknote:
"Go, find him a Japanese restaurant, buy him some sushi rice, or ramen, pack it tightly, and let him taste the warm flavor of his hometown."

"Is he willing to talk?" the monkey asked excitedly after taking the money.

Zhang Yi looked at his watch and said, "It's almost time. Let's find his weak spot first. If the soft approach doesn't work, we can try the hard approach."

Monkey ran out swiftly. Zhang Yi was about to go back to the interrogation room when a plainclothes officer suddenly ran over and said, "Director, phone call."

"Who hit me?"

"It's Madam Zheng."

"Transfer the call over."

"Yes."

"Is this Director Zhang?" After a while, the phone in the duty room rang, and Ke Lijuan's voice came from the other end of the phone, "I'm your sister Ke."

"I heard it, Sister Ke, is there anything wrong?" Zhang Yi, who was in work state, felt that any calls other than those on the case were harassment, but the other party had a good husband, so he had to be perfunctory at the moment.

"It's like this. Did you arrest a reporter from a newspaper today? Someone asked someone to find Lao Zheng."

"reporter?"

"Yeah, it's unfair to say that. He just said a few more words out of righteous indignation. He is not a suspect at all. Just beat him up and vent your anger. Then let him go."

"Oh, it's him." Zhang Yi thought for a moment and called a plainclothes officer over to ask a few questions. The man he arrested in the afternoon was a coward. He confessed everything before he was taken to the detention center. Since he was not a suspect, it would be okay to give Ke Lijuan some face. "Okay, let his family redeem him. But he has to watch his mouth when he gets out."

"Every failure makes one wiser. He will definitely not say anything nonsense."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yi shook his head speechlessly and returned to the interrogation room.

After waiting for a while, Monkey came back with two servings of soy sauce ramen.

Zhang Yi had the postman untied, handcuffed and locked in an interrogation chair, then pushed the ramen in front of him and said, "Eat it!"

The postman looked up at him and said nothing.

Seeing his look, Zhang Yi knocked on the table: "Are you afraid it's poisonous?" The postman sneered, immediately pulled the bowl over, grabbed it with his hands and began to eat it voraciously. From time to time, the handcuffs on his hands hit the edge of the porcelain bowl, making a series of crisp sounds.

Zhang Yi and the recorder sat opposite him, all looking at him.

Under their gazes, the postman ate even more enthusiastically.

On the other side, next to a simple noodle stall near the shantytown, there were a few diners dressed as rickshaw drivers sitting scattered around.

Kuroda Tomosuke was wearing a greasy jacket he had just stolen. He sat in the corner of the noodle stall, facing inward, wolfing down a bowl of steaming noodles.

Opposite him was also a bowl of noodles with a pair of chopsticks on it.

Kuroda Tomosuke seemed to have been hungry for a long time. He slurped down the noodles and drank the last drop of soup in the bowl.

He put the bowl down and looked at the bowl of noodles opposite him, tears silently flowing down his expressionless face.

After a while, he took out a crumpled banknote and threw it on the table, then lowered his head and pulled the rickshaw beside him and left.

His destination was a tube-shaped building not far away.

Upstairs, soft light shone through the second-floor windows.

Kuroda Tomosuke stood downstairs, looking up at the lighted window, took out the note and looked at it again, confirmed the house number, then put the note in his mouth and walked up the stairs quietly.

Inside the room, a table lamp was placed far away on the wall at the foot of the bed, shining on a newspaper. The light was covered by the newspaper so it was not glaring, but it could still illuminate the couple and a baby sleeping in the bed.

There was a sudden knock on the door in the quiet night.

The husband who was sleeping in the bed woke up. He was a man in his early thirties. He opened his eyes and his first reaction was to look at the child beside him. The baby was sleeping quietly.

In the quiet night, the continuous knocking on the door seemed particularly crisp.

The man lifted the quilt, rolled out of bed, put on a coat, and walked to the door: "Who is it?"

No one answered the door.

The man frowned, looking suspicious.

After thinking for a while, he turned back and took out a pistol from the bedside table. After loading it, he walked behind the door again with caution: "Who?"

Still no answer.

The man frowned even more tightly, put his ear to the door and listened for a while, then carefully removed the bolt, tiptoed back a step, then held the gun in one hand and slammed the door open with the other.

The door opened, and there was no one there except a gust of cold wind.

"Dayong, what's wrong?"

His wife had also woken up by then, and was sitting up, looking at him blankly.

"It's okay, probably just some kid being naughty." Dayong turned around and said, then stretched his head out to look around suspiciously. When he was about to close the door, his eyes suddenly fixed on the door. An old photo was nailed to the door with thumbtacks at some point, and it was swaying in the breeze.

Dayong stared at it in confusion for a few seconds, subconsciously looked inside the house, and then took down the photo.

He left the door ajar and stood outside before taking a closer look at the photo.

The photo shows a woman in her fifties wearing a kimono, sitting stiffly on a chair with a plaster flag behind her.

In an instant, Dayong's face turned pale.

His name is Jin Dayong, a North Korean, and the woman in the photo is his mother in China.

Just as he was getting restless and anxious, he suddenly heard a few cuckoo calls of "Harvest the wheat, harvest the grain" from downstairs. Jin Dayong knew that someone was calling him, and his face darkened a little, but he looked back into the house and slowly walked downstairs.

When he got downstairs, he saw a man standing in the shadows. He was looking at this person, and the person was also looking at him.

In the silence, Kuroda Chisuke spoke first: "Jin Dayong?"

"you are?"

Instead of answering directly, Kuroda Chisuke asked, "Do you remember that you are Korean?"

"I never dare to forget, what do you want to do?"

"Kill someone for me."

"Kill who?"

"Lin Xiao."

"why?"

"One life for another, is this reason enough?"

Kuroda Chisuke smiled grimly and looked up at the building. "Second Lieutenant Jin, you are living a good life. Are you going back to North Korea? Haha, I guess you have already considered yourself a Chinese, right? But there is a saying that goes, those who are not of my race must have different hearts. Do the Chinese really trust you? If they trust you and use you, would you still live in such a shabby house?"

"Those who are not of my race must have different hearts!" Hearing this, Jin Dayong fell silent. His thoughts drifted back to a few years ago, back to the Linli training class.

That day was the graduation ceremony of the Military Control Commission's Linli training class, and he met the famous Dai Chunfeng for the second time.

In addition to announcing the work tasks after graduation to the students, Dai Chunfeng also talked to some students who had good grades on weekdays, and then had a graduation party.

There are of course performances at the party, but singing and dancing are not allowed in the spy training class. Instead, they perform their own "stunts" and show off their skills in the hope of winning the favor of Director Dai.

First, a student named Li Dalian from the action team placed a large stone slab on his abdomen. Others smashed the stone slab with a hammer, but his abdomen was not hurt at all. Dai Chunfeng was very satisfied with this and directly promoted Li Dalian to deputy director of the Shancheng Martial Arts Class.

Inspired by this, instructor Jin Dayong also enthusiastically went on stage to perform his best tricks.

He called his orderly nephew King Kong to the stage and locked his throat with his hands. Within a few seconds, King Kong fainted and lost consciousness.

Just as everyone was in an uproar, he patted King Kong on the back and King Kong came back to life.

This stunt performance immediately drew loud applause from the students on the scene, but unexpectedly, Dai Chunfeng had a gloomy face and seemed extremely dissatisfied. He then ordered that no one was allowed to learn this technique in the future.

There were different opinions about his instruction. Some said Director Dai was humane and was afraid that if he accidentally killed someone, they would not be able to come back to life; others said that it was because there were female students present and he was afraid that they would be scared.

But no matter what, Jin Dayong has never understood this.

Until one time when he was drinking with another Chinese instructor in the training class and asked the question again, this person told him that the reason why Boss Dai did this was that he believed that this kind of killing skill should be kept secret and how could it be performed?
Jin Dayong suddenly realized and continued to drink with this person. Finally, this person became confused and mumbled something, which was "Those who are not of my race must have different hearts. How can such killing skills be mastered by a foreigner?"

Hearing this answer, Jin Dayong felt lost and lost. Aren't we all fighting against the Japanese? Why do you say that? Can't North Koreans be trusted?
Jin Dayong withdrew his thoughts and a layer of cold cloud covered his face. He was silent for a while and asked:
"Why should I trust you?"

(End of this chapter)