My spy diary

Chapter 481 Surveillance (please vote)

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.

Inside the house, Jin Dayong searched almost all the cabinets and drawers that could be opened, but found almost nothing of value.

Finally, he tore all the pillows and bedding on the bed to the ground, but still found nothing, and felt a little disappointed.

It's fine if there's no evidence, but there's no money either? Are all the Reds so poor? Jin Dayong cursed in his heart.

Then, he leaned over to look under the bed and found an iron basin placed against the wall at the innermost foot of the bed. His eyes lit up and he quickly pulled it out.

But the result still disappointed him. The basin was empty. He tried to touch it with his fingers, and sure enough, he felt a thick layer of ash. He concluded that Zhao Deshun must have often used this basin to burn things, and perhaps all the confidential documents had been destroyed by him.

He kicked the basin back hard, then sat on the edge of the bed, imagining himself as Zhao Deshun, wanting to see what he could see in this position.

He looked around and suddenly saw an old curtain hanging on the west wall. The color of the curtain was very similar to the wall, and because of the light and position, it was difficult to find without careful observation.

Jin Dayong's eyes lit up and he ran straight towards the curtain. Just when he was about to step on the rice jar in the corner, he suddenly heard footsteps outside, followed by a knock on the door.

Jin Dayong stopped moving. As the saying goes, "If you keep your hands dirty, you won't be able to steal", let alone being blocked at home. He immediately looked around the house, thinking about where to escape, but then he realized that if it was the owner Zhao Deshun who came back, he would definitely not knock on the door, so the person outside the door must be an outsider.

Thinking of this, he immediately held his breath, tiptoed to the door, carefully bolted it, and then listened quietly.

The knocking on the door continued, and the sound was unusually loud. Then, someone shouted outside: "Open the door, pay the electricity bill."

Jin Dayong stood there without moving. He thought, since he was here to collect the electricity bill, no one would leave since there was no one at home. It was no big deal.

However, the person outside the door had no intention of stopping and continued to knock on the door:
"No one is here. No one is here. You have to pay for using the government electricity. Mr. Zhao, you can't escape the first day. I just asked Aunt Wang and she said there is someone at home. Don't play dead. Open the door!"

The banging outside the door became louder and louder. Jin Dayong had no choice but to step back a few steps and groaned, "Here I come. Wait a moment."

When someone finally answered the call from inside the house, the toll collector got even angrier. He held a green hardcover registration book and kept banging on the door: "Hurry up, we have to open the door sooner or later. The electricity bill for three months has not been paid. Even if you don't use electricity, the fee must be settled first. Open the door."

The door suddenly opened, and Jin Dayong's cap was gone. He had messy hair, a dirty mask, and a long gown of Zhao Deshun wrapped around him. He coughed, rubbed his red eyes, and said unhappily:

"I can't even sleep when I have a cold or fever, how can I owe you a little electricity bill?"

As if afraid that he would go back on his word, the toll collector blocked the door with his foot, poked his head in, and said impatiently, "Give me the money."

"How many?"

"You don't know?" The toll collector sneered and handed over the registration book. "The total is 31 yuan. Pay the money you owe first, and then we'll read the meter."

"Okay." Jin Dayong felt around and took out a stack of change, which was exactly the money he had just taken from the drawer. He counted it piece by piece and found only a dozen yuan. He had no choice but to reach into another trouser pocket. At this moment, the toll collector suddenly looked behind him and asked suspiciously:
"What's going on at home?"

Without turning around, Jin Dayong knew what he was talking about, and he casually replied, "Oh, I was just looking for cold medicine, and I was a little confused."

Not wanting to hear this, the toll collector stared at him warily: "You are not from this house, are you?"

"Oh, my cousin lives here."

"Take off your mask, let me see."

"Do you still look at your face when collecting electricity bills?"

"I'm not a fortune teller, but how can a master mess up his own home like this? Even a relative can't do that, right? What's your name? What do you do? Do you believe me or not, I'll call the police?"

The toll collector pressed on, which was somewhat beyond Jin Dayong's expectations. He lowered his posture, held the toll collector's arm, and pushed him out while politely saying:
"Come on, let's go outside and talk."

However, the result was the opposite of what he wanted. This action aroused the suspicion of the toll collector: "Are you a thief? What do you want to do? I'm calling for help, come on."

Seeing this, Jin Dayong rushed forward and covered the toll collector's mouth with one hand, and pulled him into the house with the other hand. The toll collector was also panicked, struggling and shouting: "You, what are you doing? Don't mess around, don't hurt me when you seek money."

"Bang!" Jin Dayong pressed the toll collector against the cabinet, took out a dagger and put it on his neck, and continued: "You are right, there is a code of conduct for thieves. We only seek wealth and not life, but who made you unlucky enough to run into him?"

Looking at the fierce eyes of the other party and the rising and falling hot air from the mask, the toll collector felt cold all over and shivered. He was stunned for a long time before saying: "Don't, don't be impulsive, it's not worth it, you, just pretend I didn't see anything."

"But you clearly saw it?"

"Well, what do you say we should do? Just give me a chance to survive, and I'll do anything."

"Really?"

"Really, I swear to God!"

"Kneel down." Jin Dayong sneered, grabbed the toll collector's collar, kicked him on the knee, and the toll collector fell to his knees with a thud.

"Write down your name and home address. If you dare to lie to me, I will come to your house and kill your whole family."

As he spoke, Jin Dayong took out a pen and paper from the drawer and threw them on the ground.

The toll collector breathed rapidly, picked up the pen with trembling hands, wrote a few lines, and handed it to Jin Dayong with his head down.

Jin Dayong pulled him over, took a quick look, and kicked him to the ground: "Get lost, remember what you said."

"Don't worry." The toll collector got up in a panic and fled away in a panic.

When going downstairs, the toll collector, Zhao Deshun and the rickshaw driver met each other in the corridor. Seeing that he was in a hurry, Zhao Deshun stepped aside to make way for him. Seeing the green registration book in the other's hand and the toll collector's gloomy face, Zhao Deshun guessed that he was probably turned away at his own home.

It is true that he had not paid his electricity bill for three months. It was not because he was greedy for the money, but because prices had soared. His salary was not enough to cover his living expenses, as well as his medicine expenses. He was really short of money, but he was embarrassed to tell the organization about this, so he could only hold on one day at a time.

But what puzzled him was why the toll collector was suddenly replaced?
In the room, Jin Dayong stepped onto the rice jar again, then moved under the wall and grabbed a corner of the curtain.

At this time, Zhao Deshun took the rickshaw driver who was looking at him eagerly up the stairs, and while walking hurriedly towards the door of his house, he took out the key from his pocket.

Just as he walked to the door of his house and was about to unlock it with his key, he suddenly froze in place.

He saw that the padlock he had locked had been knocked. He widened his eyes in surprise and rushed into the house. The driver was also stunned when he saw this scene, and followed him in subconsciously. Inside the house, Jin Dayong pulled open the curtain violently -
On the wall behind the curtain was a large piece of yellowed white paper with a rough hand-drawn map on it. In addition to marking the location, the map also had a photo with the words "Liu Zeshui" written next to it, and densely written records such as "Qixin Primary School, 29th Year of the Republic of China".

Jin Dayong stared at the photo carefully and suddenly found that the so-called Liu Zeshui in the photo was exactly the same as the Kitagawa Ichiro he knew, except for the beard.

He couldn't help but become suspicious, and looked down again, only to see the following words written below:

On the first day of September in the 29th year of the Republic of China, he entered Qixing Primary School under the pseudonym Liu Zeshui and worked as a Chinese teacher.

On September 29, , Liu Zeshui and the principal Zhou Xubai met in a teahouse, and Zhou Xubai's identity was questionable.

On October 29, , Liu Zeshui met two strangers at night.
Looking at these questions about Liu Zeshui, Jin Dayong was stunned, his expression became more and more solemn. At this moment, he was almost certain that the so-called Liu Zeshui was Kitagawa Ichiro, who should be his cover identity, or one of them.

What is incredible is that Ichiro Kitagawa was so complacent about having found his old rival, but he never imagined that while the mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole is also behind him and the opponent is also targeting him.

Just as he was thinking about how to deal with the matter, Zhao Deshun pushed the door open and came in.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the mess in the room, and then saw Jin Dayong standing on the rice jar.

Just as he was panicking, Jin Dayong jumped down from the rice jar nimbly, rushed to Zhao Deshun and the driver, and pointed a pistol at them.

"If you don't want to die, don't make a sound, and don't move."

"Good man." Pointed at by the black muzzle of the gun, the driver who had been speaking confidently in front of Zhao Deshun just now trembled all over, instantly became a spineless person, and fell to his knees on the ground with a thud.

However, before he could finish his words, Jin Dayong gave him a cold look. The driver instantly became silent and lowered his head like an ostrich.

Compared to the driver, although Zhao Deshun looked terrified, he had actually forced himself to calm down. He glanced around the room with the corner of his eyes, passed the rice jar in the corner, and found that although the curtain on the wall was still drawn, one corner of it was still trembling slightly. He couldn't help but frowned. There was all the information about Liu Zeshui or Lin Mosheng, the Japanese dog spy. Who would be interested in him?
It must be a Japanese spy.

Then the identity of the person in front of him is obvious.

Thinking this in his heart, he still pretended to be scared and asked in a trembling voice: "You, who are you?"

"Are you Zhao Deshun?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Is that the person who should have died but didn't?"

Zhao Deshun was shocked and thought to himself, as expected, this person was sent by the Japanese spy Liu Zeshui.

"Well, good fellow, what do you mean? I don't understand."

Jin Dayong smiled coldly, put the gun against his head, then suddenly grabbed Zhao Deshun's neck, and used his special skills again, strangling Zhao Deshun unconscious in a short while.

Next came the rickshaw pullers.

Looking down at the two men lying unconscious on the ground, Zhao Deshun felt excited and satisfied. For the first time, he felt a sense of accomplishment.

"Hehe, these Chinese people probably would never guess that my so-called unique skills were actually learned in China."

As the saying goes, those who know how to do something difficult do it well, but those who know how to do it do it easily. In fact, his "skill" of strangling people to unconsciousness is actually very simple. It's just finding the carotid sinus and pressing it hard. Practice makes perfect.

He collected his thoughts and stared at the two people on the ground for a few more seconds. Then he stepped over them and carefully leaned out of the door to observe for a few seconds. After making sure that there was no movement in the corridor, he closed the door ajar, pulled down his baseball cap, and turned to leave.

On the other side, the toll collector who had just had an argument with Jin Dayong left the residential building and immediately rode away on a bicycle. However, this time his face was no longer gloomy, but instead solemn and with a hint of excitement that was difficult to conceal.

Yes, this person is also a senior investigator of the Special Forces Corps.

After passing two streets, he slowed down his speed and rode towards a public telephone booth. He looked around cautiously, stopped his car, got into the booth, and made a call: "This is 011, who's at home?"

"No. 1 and No. 2 are both here. Is this an open or covert robbery?" A male voice came from the other end of the line.

"No one, please ask the two directors to answer the phone. I have important information to report." said the toll collector.

"Wait a moment. Director He wants to talk to you."

"I'm He Zhiyuan, what did you find?"

"Director, just as Team 2 expected, Jin Dayong is following us. He is wearing makeup and hiding in the home of a middle-aged man named Zhao Deshun, who is a teacher at Qixin Primary School."

"This Qixin Primary School again?"

He Zhiyuan's face became solemn. Just last night, the mysterious man in the black cloak entered Qixin Primary School. Now Jin Dayong appeared here. Could this person be Kitagawa Ichiro's superior?

After a brief thought, he rejected this guess, because the black cloak was seen last night after Kitagawa Ichiro returned, which meant that he had entered Kitagawa Ichiro's residence in advance. When the two met, Jin Dayong had already returned home, so it was impossible for him to know the identity of the mysterious man.

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, Ichiro Kitagawa instructed Jin Dayong to investigate this person, but if this person is really Kitagawa's superior, the probability of this is very small. In the hierarchical Japanese military system, superiors have almost the power of life and death over subordinates. Privately investigating one's superiors is tantamount to treason. Ichiro Kitagawa should not have such courage, but what if he is not his superior?

"Have you got the information about Zhao Deshun?"

"We are currently sorting it out, but in my humble opinion, this person is very likely a hidden member of the Red Party." The toll collector thought for a moment and said.

"Red Party? Any evidence?"

"Not yet."

"Where's Jin Dayong?" He Zhiyuan had just asked this question when another phone rang. He saw Zhang Yi picked up the phone and mentioned Jin Dayong as well, so he immediately said to the toll collector:

"Don't worry about Jin Dayong. Leave it to Group 1 and Group 2. Go all out to investigate Zhao Deshun's identity for me."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Zhang Yi: "What did they say?"

"Jin Dayong is also on the phone."

(End of this chapter)