My spy diary

Chapter 475 Jin Dayong (asking for monthly ticket)
"Why should I trust you?"

Kuroda Chisuke looked at him and sneered: "Do you still have any choice?"

Jin Dayong deliberately asked calmly, "Aren't you afraid that I will secretly report all this to the Military Control Bureau?"

Kuroda Chisuke sneered and looked upstairs, his meaning was self-evident.

Jin Dayong stared at him straight in the eyes: "Is this a threat?"

"No, I said, it's a deal."

Jin Dayong sighed helplessly, shook his head and said, "You think things are too simple. Lin Xiao was arrested by the Operations Department. He is now in the interrogation room of either the Operations Department or the Judicial Department. I guess they must be interrogating He Zhiyuan or Zhang Yi at this moment. Even if he can withstand the torture, the security there is so tight that I can't get in, let alone kill someone."

"So we have to hurry up." Kuroda Chisuke also shook his head, "I didn't ask you to kill anyone. What I need is for you to find a way to send him a message."

"A message?"

"'Aspirations are high and the future is bright.' Just tell him this, and we can sleep well and we won't bother you in the future."

Jin Dayong was puzzled. He didn't understand what was behind this sentence. After thinking for a while, he said:

"Even if I can get the message in, once he dies, the Military Intelligence Bureau will immediately become suspicious and will isolate him for investigation. What should I do?"

Kuroda Chisuke sneered again: "Are you scared? If you are really worried about your escape route, we can provide help and arrange for you to return to North Korea."

"I can't bring my family?"

"Family? Don't forget, they are Chinese." Kuroda Chisuke snorted, then changed the subject, "Of course, as long as you successfully complete the mission, you can start a family again after returning to North Korea. Whether it's a fair-skinned and beautiful Goryeo girl or a gentle and lovely Nara girl, we can arrange it for you. Believe me, the girl's warm chest will soothe all the pain."

Jin Dayong opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Kuroda Chisuke interrupted him: "Time is urgent, very urgent, I hope you can take action immediately. If I don't receive good news tomorrow, I will take the trouble to visit you."

After saying this, he turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Jin Dayong understood that he had no way out at this moment.

The postman picked up the bowl and drank the remaining soup without leaving a drop. Then he put the empty bowl on the table with a bang and looked at the other bowl of noodles.

"You have a good appetite!"

Seeing this, Zhang Yi pushed the other bowl of noodles over, then looked at him and said slowly: "You are comfortable, and you can eat white noodles. Can your family in China have enough to eat? I heard that due to the long-term war consumption, Japan's economy is on the verge of collapse, and materials have begun to be rationed. Only with coupons can you buy limited daily necessities."

The postman didn't say anything, still eating noodles with his head down, but a little slower than before.

Zhang Yi went on to say: "I heard that the social atmosphere there is very tense and depressing. Young people are forced to join the army, and the elderly and women are forced to work in factories. If they are unwilling, they will be severely punished. Of course, this is still considered good. It is said that in the port of Nagasaki, many women receive guests there to support their families. It's miserable, isn't it?
Of course, this is not the worst. What is worse is that many women’s husbands or boyfriends are on the front lines serving the so-called emperor, but they themselves are also recruited as comfort women.”

The postman paused for a moment, but still ate the noodles.

"Have you ever thought about what if among these women and girls sent to the front there are your family members?"

These words seemed to hit the postman's soft spot. His lips trembled slightly, and he stopped eating the noodles. He pushed the bowl aside and wiped the corners of his mouth, but his mouth was still tightly closed.

Zhang Yi did not force him. He took out a cigarette, lit it, glanced at his watch, and began to receive today's intelligence.

[Today’s information has been refreshed]

[1. You have been to Ichiro Kitagawa's residence today and obtained relevant information. Ichiro Kitagawa has moved to a new residence, Apartment 237, Jinling Road, Yuzhong District. He has activated the Japanese spy Chisuke Kuroda, codenamed "Cuckoo". ]

Kuroda Chisuke? What did Kitagawa use this person for?

[2. You met Kuroda Yusuke today and obtained relevant information - Kuroda Yusuke, codenamed Turtledove, is the younger brother of Kuroda Chisuke. The two were raised by their grandfather Kuroda Daisan.]

Hmm? Turtledove?

Zhang Yi almost laughed when he saw this. Kitagawa's code name was Skylark, Kuroda Tomosuke was called Cuckoo, and his brother was called Turtle Dove. Why do the Japanese like to use birds as code names? Do they expect to use a bird name so that they can fly back?

However, since Kuroda Yusuke and Kuroda Tomosuke are brothers and have the same grandfather, this can be used to their advantage.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi knocked on the table: "Do you want to smoke?"

Kuroda Yusuke seemed not to hear him and had no reaction to his words.

"You're hiding even this? Your fingers are all yellowed from smoke, you must be a heavy smoker, right?"

Kuroda Yusuke remained silent.

Seeing his expression, Zhang Yi smiled and said, "Okay, since you don't want to talk about this, then let's change the subject? Let's talk about something else, like the scenery of Nagasaki?"

Kuroda Yusuke looked up at him and still said nothing.

"In my eyes, you are just a small character. Just tell me what you know and I can send you anywhere you want to go - Jinling, Shanghai, or your hometown Nagasaki. You have been away from home for so long, your father, mother and grandfather will miss you very much." Zhang Yi deliberately emphasized the word "grandfather", and the voice accurately reached the other's eardrum.

There was a trace of sadness in Kuroda Yusuke's eyes. He didn't know how his grandfather who was far away in Nagasaki was doing, and he didn't know whether he could wait until the moment he returned home!

"Don't you miss him? Don't you want to go home and see him?" Catching the look in Kuroda Yusuke's eyes, Zhang Yi's tone became a little heavier. It can be seen that Kuroda Yusuke was also anxious in his heart.

Kuroda Yusuke was silent for a long time before he slowly raised his head and looked at Zhang Yi: "Will you let me go?"

His biggest wish is to go back to his hometown to see his grandfather whom he hasn't seen for three years. His grandfather raised him and his brother and is the person he misses most in the world.

Facing the first sentence said by Kuroda Yusuke, Zhang Yi responded very cautiously:

"Of course, but only after you tell me what you know I need - there's not much I want to know, just two things. Tell me, and then you can go."

Kuroda Yusuke looked at Zhang Yi steadily, neither agreeing nor refusing.

"Who is the person you met in the courtyard today?" Zhang Yi tentatively asked the first question.

Kuroda Yusuke moved his lips but still said nothing.

Zhang Yi deliberately gave him some time to think about it.

After a cigarette, Zhang Yi continued to ask: "Have you thought about it?"

Kuroda Yusuke remained silent.

At this moment, the interrogator who was about to take notes screwed the pen cap back on and couldn't help yawning, with the sneer on his face almost showing.

In his opinion, Director Zhang was clearly an amateur and was simply wasting his time. Was there any need to be so polite to a diehard?
Zhang Yi immediately turned his head to look at him with sharp eyes.

Seeing this, the recorder stood up in panic. He was about to explain something when Zhang Yi interrupted him: "Get out."

"Director." The interrogator looked embarrassed.

"We've been working for quite a while and everyone is tired. You should go out first." Zhang Yi suppressed his anger and spoke in a calm tone.

The interrogator took a quick glance at his expression, smiled awkwardly, and turned away.

The door to the interrogation room clicked shut.

After the pre-trial officer left, Zhang Yi smiled at Kuroda Yusuke and said, "These young people are all graduates from training classes. They are too young, right?"

Kuroda Yusuke blinked and still said nothing.

"I sent him out because I wanted to have a private chat with you and share some intimate thoughts with you, huh?" Zhang Yi said sincerely. He walked over and took down a matchbox-sized eavesdropping device under the interrogation table, and then turned off the wire recording device on the table. "This way, no one can hear what we say."

Since reasoning with this Japanese spy could not sway him, the only option was to appeal to his emotions. Kuroda Yusuke glanced at him, his eyes full of doubt.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are from the Mei Agency?"

Kuroda Yusuke finally nodded.

"Your name is Kuroda Yusuke?"

Kuroda Yusuke was shocked. How did the other party know his name?
"Your code name is Turtledove, and you have a brother named Kuroda Chisuke, code name Cuckoo, right?"

Fear gradually filled Kuroda Yusuke's eyes, and his hands and feet began to tremble involuntarily, but Zhang Yi continued:
"You don't know about your grandfather Black Sky Mountain, do you?"

"My grandpa? What happened to him?!" Kuroda Yusuke widened his eyes in fear.

"he died."

"impossible!"

"It's true. The information was provided by our people buried in your area. Don't you think that if he hadn't provided the information, how would I know your name and code name?"

"He, how did he die?"

"Suicide." Zhang Yi had a blank expression on his face. He paused and added, "But according to the information we received, he committed suicide after being persuaded by someone."

Kuroda Yusuke's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared tremblingly: "Who? Who is it?!"

"Kitagawa."

"This is impossible!"

"That's the truth. Kitagawa sent someone to tell him that his presence would distract you and your brother from serving the emperor wholeheartedly, and then, he committed suicide."

"No, no! This is not true!" Upon hearing this news, Kuroda Yusuke was in a state of confusion, and tears flowed down his cheeks. His mood was indescribably complicated, with fear, hatred, regret, despair, and perhaps more. If all this was true, then the loyalty he had sacrificed his life for was now a joke.

"My condolences!" Zhang Yi looked at him silently for a while, took out a pen and paper, and said softly:
"I know you're sad now, but don't you want revenge? Don't you want to confront Beichuan face to face? As long as you help us catch Beichuan, everything will go as we wish - to show your sincerity, I can promise you to let your brother off the hook."

Kuroda Yusuke's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. He was stunned for a while and finally nodded.

“Zhang Yisang, I am willing to cooperate with you and help you draw a portrait of Beichuan.”

Zhang Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. A tense contest was finally over. Kuroda Yusuke was like a solid shield, and the information he possessed that outsiders could not possibly know was like a sharp spear. In the end, the spear defeated the shield.

Coming out of the interrogation room, the pre-trial officer saw his expressionless face and realized that the interrogation was meaningless. He thought that when interrogating prisoners, one must grasp the priorities and be quick in order. How can one interrogate prisoners like that? He wasted two bowls of rice in vain. He sniffed and asked:

"Virgo, still no progress?"

"It's over." Zhang Yi answered with just three words.

"Then I'll arrange for someone to start the electric shock?"

"Portrait artist." Still three words.

"Find a portrait artist to do it." The pre-trial officer reacted halfway through his sentence, blushing, and quickly saluted, "Yes, I'll make the call right away."

On this side, Jin Dayong went upstairs with a serious expression. Just as he was about to push the door open, he heard the conversation between his mother-in-law and his wife from inside the house.

"Where are the Dayong people?"

"Someone just knocked on the door and went out."

"What are you doing so late at night? Can't you let me sleep?" The mother-in-law snorted and complained, "It's not that I like to bring up the past. I wasn't happy when you wanted to marry him. Not to mention that he's a spy, he's from a small place like North Korea. Look at how cowardly he is. Even the rats in the unit dare to bully him. Others are spies, and their families enjoy a good life. I don't even mention living in a villa. At least they have a spacious place, so I don't have to squeeze into the kitchen."

While feeding the child, the wife said, "It's OK as long as you are honest. Life is going to go on no matter how you live. It's the same for everyone. The Japanese planes bombed every day, and many people didn't even have a place to live."

"Other families are like this, so our family must be the same? Nizi..." At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door, and Jin Dayong pushed the door open. Seeing his mother-in-law, he immediately changed his face to an attentive smile: "Mom, did I wake you up?"

My mother-in-law looked at him, said nothing, and went straight into the kitchen.

Jin Dayong touched his nose angrily, walked up to his wife and whispered, "I have to go out again later."

"The person who just came to you was from the bureau?"

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you--" Jin Dayong smiled mysteriously, "I have a mission and need to go on a business trip. But it's a good thing. I think I'll get a promotion when I come back, and my salary will increase a lot."

"On a business trip? When?"

Jin Dayong paused and said, "We have to leave soon."

His wife didn't say anything, but she looked at him straight, which made him feel guilty.

"what happened?"

"Why are you, a dog owner, on a business trip?"

"Oh, the bureau wants to introduce a few military dogs. I'll go and help take a look. I can't tell you anything else." Jin Dayong said perfunctorily, put on his shoes and coat, and put his pistol in his waist. He seemed extremely calm throughout the whole process.

When he reached the door, although he tried his best to suppress his emotions, he still couldn't help but turn around and walk to the bed to look at his son.

He reached out and touched his son's face, which was soft. He wanted to remember the feeling of this moment forever. Then he nodded to his wife and turned around and walked out.

After going downstairs, he waited on the roadside for a while, hailed a rickshaw, and headed straight for the Military Control Bureau.

When he arrived at the military dog ​​breeding area of ​​the Operations Department, he looked at the military dogs in the iron cages that were barking non-stop and began to ponder secretly.

"What are you looking at?" The voice of a breeder suddenly sounded in Jin Dayong's ears.

"Oh, nothing. Lieutenant Liu, are the dogs not fed tonight?"

"What are you feeding? You're hungry. I wanted to broaden everyone's horizons when I went on a mission today, but what happened? Humph, you can't investigate further when you encounter a pile of coal." Second Lieutenant Liu was not very enthusiastic about him.

"Are you disturbed by the smell?"

"Well, the pungent smell and the smell of chemicals will indeed interfere with the dog's sense of smell, so we have to train it well. Let it starve for two days first, and don't worry about it."

Facing Lieutenant Liu's cold words, Jin Dayong was not angry at all, and showed a thoughtful expression:
"Do you want to make a contribution?"

"Hmm?" Lieutenant Liu looked at him in surprise. "What do you mean?"

Jin Dayong smiled mysteriously and pointed at the hungry dogs: "I heard that Lin Xiao hasn't surrendered yet? What do you think will happen if we lock him up with these military dogs? He can withstand the whip and the tiger bench, but he may not be able to withstand the bites of the military dogs."

After saying this, he carefully observed Lieutenant Liu's expression. Everyone has his own selfish utilitarianism. The military dog's search in the morning had failed, and he didn't believe that Lieutenant Liu didn't want to make amends for his crime.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Lieutenant Liu's eyes lit up, but he soon shook his head in distress: "It's a good idea, but he's in the Judicial Department, and we can't communicate with Director Zhang."

Jin Dayong smiled and said, "We can't do it, but Director He can."

"I'll call and report now." Lieutenant Liu was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted. He ran out and said, "Don't worry, as long as the military dog ​​can really make a contribution, you will definitely benefit from it. Thank you, Lieutenant Jin."

Jin Dayong watched the other person leave, and his smile gradually disappeared.

(End of this chapter)