My spy diary

Chapter 480 Zhao Deshun (asking for monthly ticket)
As soon as the sun rose, Jin Dayong went out. He was wearing casual clothes and a baseball cap with the brim pulled down low, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

He was riding his bicycle, moving inconspicuously along a street.

He glanced around and saw a public telephone booth on the side of the road. He rode over, parked his bike next to it, looked around, and then walked in.

In the phone booth, Jin Dayong picked up the phone and said respectfully to the person on the other end of the phone:

"Chief, I... I'm Dayong, Jin Dayong, yes, I gave birth to a son, yes, yes, yes, it will be a full month tomorrow. It's not about the full month banquet, it's because my mother-in-law is critically ill, it was a sudden accident, who could have expected it, so I would like to ask you for three days off. Yes, yes, please take three days first. Thank you, Chief, thank you, Chief."

After hanging up the phone, Jin Dayong still had that servile and humble look on his face. He pushed open the door and was about to go out when he saw another person waiting in line outside the phone booth.

He took a glance and saw an ordinary-looking middle-aged man wearing a power plant work uniform and slippers, looking worried. He didn't pay much attention to him, put on his hat and reached out to push open the door of the phone booth, leaving it open for the man waiting at the door.

The man who had been waiting outside the door came over quickly, forced an ugly smile on his face, and nodded politely: "Thank you."

Then the man walked into the telephone, picked up the phone, and while dialing, he glanced at Jin Dayong who was riding away on his bike and said:

"Hello, Wanglongmen, please help me check where the call I just made went to."

"Okay, please wait." The person on the other end of the phone was the central telephone office. When they heard the other party call himself Wanglongmen, they knew that this was someone from the Military Control Commission's Special Forces stationed at the Wanglongmen Huguang Guild Hall.

In addition to being responsible for the security of the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters and certain mansions, the Military Intelligence Bureau's Special Forces Corps was also responsible for garrisoning detention centers and prisons, executing prisoners, etc.

In particular, there is an action group directly under the Special Forces Corps, which is responsible for public searches and execution of arrest missions. It has great power and is known as the "Jinyiwei" within the Military Control Commission. In the industry, everyone jokingly calls it the "East Factory". Correspondingly, the Inspection Office, which also has great power, is jokingly called the "West Factory". It is said that when Mao Qiwu was in charge of the Inspection Office, he initially disagreed with this title. Later, in order to please Mao Qiwu, someone secretly informed him and said, "Director Mao, Director Mao, you must not call him that, someone is slandering you behind your back."

Mao Qiwu didn't understand what he meant and asked what it meant.

The informant said, you don't even think about what the Western Factory does. It's the Western Investigation Factory, and its members are mainly eunuchs and some officials and soldiers selected from the Embroidered Uniform Guard. But the leader of this organization can only be a eunuch. Someone is secretly slandering you, Director Mao, and saying that you are inhumane.

Mao Qiwu was furious when he heard this. He had endured his wife cheating on him and people calling him a coward behind his back, but now rumors were spreading that he was inhumane. This was intolerable, so he secretly collected information and severely punished the two blind spies. He made an example of them and gradually no one dared to call them by that name anymore.

Back to the point, the man in the phone booth waited for a while. After getting the answer, he immediately pressed the phone, dialed another number, and said humbly:

"Director Zhang, it's me, Lao Ma. He just called the Operations Department. Yes, don't worry, I will keep a close eye on him."

After hanging up the phone, the man walked out of the phone booth in his slippers, passed by a breakfast stall, bought two pancakes wrapped in oil paper, and ate while turning into an apartment. He did not go upstairs, but went out from the back door, which was another alley. He came out of the alley, crossed the road, and got into a car parked on the side of the street.

A young spy in the car was leaning on his seat, observing through a telescope, not daring to relax for a moment.

The old man got on the co-pilot seat, swiftly took off his slippers, picked up his leather shoes and put them on, and then turned his coat inside out and put it on. Then he seemed to remember something, took out another pancake from his pocket and handed it to the spy, taking the binoculars from him and asked, "Did you find anything?"

"He just rode his bike around that residential building. I don't know what he was planning." The young spy took the pancake and was about to eat it, but suddenly paused. His eyes stopped on Lao Ma's hand, which had just been wearing shoes. After thinking for a while, he began to eat it voraciously.

Lao Ma looked in the direction he pointed and soon found Jin Dayong, who was sitting outside a residential building eating noodles at a simple noodle stall.

"Stalking? Or does he want to meet someone?"

"Who knows?" The young spy muttered, "The people from Group 2 have already approached. Can't four people keep an eye on him?"

"Don't be careless." Seeing the young man's nonchalant look, Old Ma snorted coldly, "Tracking and surveillance is a skill. Don't think it's easy. Do you know how many people are needed to completely monitor all the details of a target person's life?"

"Four?"

"Humph, if the target person has a regular lifestyle, a fixed range of activities, goes to get off work and comes home on a regular basis every day, and has few social activities, two or three people can take turns following him, combined with certain technical means, and then we can get a general idea of ​​his life details.

But what if the target has a rich life and extensive social life? Do we need to verify every person he has come into contact with? This situation often requires a team of seven or eight people, or even more people, who work together to divide the work. Some are responsible for squatting, some are responsible for tracking his movements, some go to the social places he often goes to to monitor him, and even put on makeup to monitor him closely. "

Seeing that Old Ma was speaking so seriously, the young man also became serious and took the initiative to ask: "Anything else?"

"There are many factors that affect the terrain, environment, and duration of surveillance," said Lao Ma, his eyes fixed on the outside again. "Drive, go around, change the license plate, and come back."

"Change the license plate?"

"Childish. A car lying here for a long time is likely to arouse suspicion."

"Oh." The young spy said, and immediately started the car. Lao Ma glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and shook his head slightly.

The academic qualifications of graduates from training classes are getting higher and higher, but their quality and technical level are getting lower and lower. I don’t know how these people graduated.

Driving a car to perform tasks is convenient, but there are too many issues to consider. For example, now, you have to do your homework in advance, such as who lives in this building, what is their income level, whether they have cars, etc. Otherwise, to make an inappropriate analogy, a luxury car parked in a slum, wouldn’t it be eye-catching and out of place?
If the target is sophisticated enough, he or she will spot the problem at a glance and will not lie dormant or change the plan, causing all your efforts to go to waste.

Of course, he did not tell these words to the young spy. As the saying goes, people cannot be taught, but people can be taught once. However, in the spy business, mistakes made due to carelessness and self-righteousness can lead to more than just losing the target person, but more often losing one's own life.

Jin Dayong was sitting at the noodle stall at the moment, glancing at the doorway of the residential building from time to time. He tossed and turned and slept very uneasily last night. Although Kitagawa Ichiro told him that the target was a member of the Red Party, he had no idea how to find evidence that this person was a member of the Red Party.

But no matter what, he had to find a way to sneak into the home of this teacher named Zhao Deshun. He believed that even the most cautious person would leave clues in his home.

After finishing a bowl of noodles, Zhao Deshun didn't come out yet. Jin Dayong couldn't stay at the noodle stall all the time, so he had to get up, pay the bill, and go into the teahouse opposite.

He asked for a private room and carefully observed the Zhao family's movements through the gap in the curtains.

This wait lasted for one or two hours. It was not until 9:40 that Zhao Deshun walked out of the house to the balcony, watered a few pots of flowers with a watering can, and glanced casually at the opposite side and downstairs. Although he was confident that he could not be spotted, Jin Dayong subconsciously hid to the side when he felt his gaze.

After waiting for a few more seconds, he looked again and saw that Zhao Deshun had closed all the windows that were half-open.

After a while, he came out of the staircase neatly dressed, carrying a briefcase in one hand and a bamboo basket full of garbage in the other.

Jin Dayong finally saw the man's appearance clearly. He was of medium build, neither tall nor short, and slightly overweight, giving people a slightly honest feeling. He had a round face with chubby cheeks. When he greeted the vendor downstairs, the wrinkles on his face deepened when he smiled.

After laughing, he pursed his thick lips, giving people a feeling of being taciturn again.

Jin Dayong hid behind the curtain and watched Zhao Deshun's every move. He watched him throw the garbage into a metal bucket on the side of the road, then stop at the side of the road and stop a rickshaw.

Jin Dayong glanced at his watch and silently noted the time when Zhao Deshun closed the window. Then, after his back completely disappeared, he quickly paid the bill and walked out of the teahouse, walking slowly towards the iron barrel.

He glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention to what was happening here, so he quickly picked up the garbage that Zhao Deshun had just thrown away.

After that, he hid behind a big tree and began to check the garbage one by one.

However, Jin Dayong searched for a long time with the half-broken branch, but found nothing special. Tea leaves, potato peels, rotten vegetable leaves, coal ash, cigarette boxes and butts, toilet paper, broken slippers, broken ceramic cups, and bottles of sleeping pills, all sorts of things. This is the garbage of a man living alone.

During the investigation, Jin Dayong dug out a wisp of ashes from burnt paper, but when he checked it himself, he found that it was burned too thoroughly and he was unable to obtain any valuable information.

Jin Dayong looked at his watch. It was ten o'clock in the morning. He thought that at this time, all the residents should have gone to work and there should be few people in the residential building.

He collected the garbage and threw it away again, then lowered the brim of his hat and walked into the building where Zhao Deshun lived.

Walking up the narrow and moldy stairs of the old building, Jin Dayong identified the house numbers and found Room 202.

He did not approach rashly, but stayed close to the wall, carefully observing and listening to see if there was anyone going up or down the stairs outside. After waiting for a while and making sure the environment was safe, he immediately flashed out from the wall, then quickly walked to the door of Zhao Deshun's house, took out a screwdriver from his trouser pocket, and started to pry the lock with a "click, click" sound.

Half a minute later, with a "click", the door lock was pried open. Jin Dayong glanced left and right, immediately pushed the door open, and slipped in.

He closed the door and threw the broken lock in his hand to the ground casually.

Standing in the room, Jin Dayong looked around and carefully observed the environment. This was a small room, with a living room and a room in one, separated only by some old furniture.

He quickly opened every cabinet door, pulled open every drawer, and looked through them.

In one of the drawers, he found an old pocket watch. He picked it up, opened the cover, put it to his ear and listened. There was no ticking sound. The pocket watch had stopped moving. The time was forever stopped at 2:15 in the afternoon.

"Meeting time? A token of trust? Or does this time have any special meaning to him? Since it is such an important thing, why doesn't he carry it with him?" Jin Dayong couldn't figure it out, but after a little thought, he put the pocket watch into his pocket.

He opened another drawer and found a cloth bag wrapped in a handkerchief. He opened it and found a stack of change inside.

Jin Dayong stuffed all the money into his pocket, then threw the handkerchief and cloth bag on the ground.

At the gate of Qixin Primary School, one kilometer away from Zhao Deshun's home, Zhao Deshun got off the rickshaw and was about to pay the bill when he suddenly realized that he had left his wallet at home. He felt embarrassed. He looked at the rickshaw driver who was sweating and tired. He hesitated for a while and pointed at the school gate and said:
"Brother, I am the teacher here. I forgot to bring money when I went out today. Can I..."

When the driver heard that he didn't have any money, his face fell instantly, and his eyes were filled with contempt: "No money? You want to ride a pirate car? You are a scholar!"

"It's not that I don't have money, it's that I didn't bring it with me. I work here and I have to take the bus to and from get off work every day. At night, no, at noon, wait for me here at noon and take me back. I'll pay you all at once."

"No!" The driver refused flatly, pointing at the words "Hui Kee Car Shop" on his waistcoat, "Why don't you ask who is behind the car shop? How dare you mess with it?"

As he spoke, he pulled up his sleeves and grabbed Zhao Deshun's arm: "Either give me the money now, or borrow from other teachers. Otherwise, hmph, I will drag you into school today and expose this ugly face in front of all the teachers and students in the school. Someone like you is qualified to be a teacher? Bah!"

The driver's spit flew all over Zhao Deshun's face. He didn't expect the driver to have such a bad temper. After thinking for a while, he said:

"How about you take me back now? I'll give you the money? And then you send me back?"

"Don't play tricks!" The driver looked at him suspiciously, and added with a sneer, "If you dare to lie to me, I will directly send you to the police station and you will be in big trouble!"

"How could that be? I'm a teacher, how could I possibly lie?"

"Pah! Most of the chivalrous people are butchers, and most of the unfaithful people are scholars." The driver twisted him into the cart and spat with disdain.

Zhao Deshun smiled and said, "Brother, have you ever been to school?"

"Stop trying to get close to me. We've got a deal. The round trip fare is three times the original fare."

"Okay, okay, you have the final say."

After receiving this reply, the driver finally changed his anger into joy and started running with the rickshaw.

On the other side, Jin Dayong was still rummaging around in Zhao Deshun's house. Unlike other spies who were cautious and careful when performing search missions, his movements were casual and rude. He did this deliberately to give the other party the illusion that a thief had broken into the house.

If we can find evidence that he is a member of the Red Party, everything will be easy. If not, we will have to spend several days on long-term surveillance and tracking. We cannot alert the enemy at this moment.

(End of this chapter)