My spy diary

Chapter 482 Something Happened (asking for monthly ticket)
Jin Dayong came out of Zhao Deshun's house and immediately went into a public telephone booth.

What he didn't know was that in a room on the second floor of a hotel opposite Zhao Deshun's house, the thick curtains were tightly drawn, leaving only a gap.

There was a telescope on the windowsill, and a man was leaning on the chair next to it.

Obviously, someone is watching the other side here.

A short and thin spy with a dark face was sitting on the other side, clumsily making a bomb. At this moment, he heard the phone ringing, glanced at the man leaning on the chair, and immediately picked up the receiver and handed it to the man.

"Kuroda-kun, phone call."

"Who is this?" Kuroda Chisuke asked as he took the microphone. The black-faced agent walked to the window, picked up the telescope and continued to observe the opposite side. Jin Dayong appeared in his sight.

"My last name is Jin, I'm looking for Mr. Liu."

"I'm like, what's the matter?"

"Isn't the boss here?"

"He's not here. Tell me what you want to say and I'll pass it on for you."

"Okay." Jin Dayong on the other end of the phone had a serious look on his face. "Tell the boss that while the mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole is behind. He let the patient I'm taking care of know something about him, and now things are very difficult."

"What does he know?" Kuroda Tomosuke frowned.

"The boss's true identity."

Kuroda Chisuke's face darkened: "What's the real identity?"

"Liu Zeshui, the other words can't be explained clearly, so just repeat it like this."

"Wait." Kuroda Tomosuke thought for a moment and hung up the phone expressionlessly.

The black-faced spy who was watching the other side with a telescope heard Kuroda Tomosuke hang up the phone and turned to look at him.

Kuroda Chisuke continued to dial the phone and said without turning his head: "Watch his every move."

"Yes."

The call was made to Ichiro Kitagawa and was quickly connected. Kuroda Tomosuke relayed everything.

"Really?" Kitagawa Ichiro seemed very surprised, and after a moment of confusion, he immediately asked, "Is anyone else interested in the bathhouse and Zhao Deshun?"

"nothing now."

Kitagawa Ichiro was silent for a while before he said, "Let him wait there for a while."

"Yes." After hanging up the phone, Kuroda Chisuke immediately turned the dial again and called Jin Dayong in the public telephone booth. However, when he dialed the last number, he suddenly thought of something and turned to ask the black-faced agent:
"Kuroki, did you find anything?"

"After he hung up the phone just now, he made another call."

"Another call?" Ichiro Kitagawa looked at him in surprise.

Hei Mu said seriously: "Yes, just now, did you call the Military Control Commission?"

Kuroda Chisuke frowned and stared at him. "It's understandable that he called the Military Control Commission. After all, this is a token of his loyalty to the military to ask for reward. But now something unexpected has happened. Without Major Kitagawa's approval, it's not time for him to report. He also knows the situation. Why did he call at this time? Who did he call?"

Hei Mu was a little scared by being stared at, and boldly guessed: "Isn't it a call to the Red Party?"

Kuroda Chisuke glanced at him, put down the phone, walked to the window, took the binoculars from Kuroki, and stared at Jin Dayong who was still in the phone booth, saying:

"He can't be a Red."

"Just because he's Korean?" Kuroki didn't agree with this and shook his head, saying, "Koreans also have Red Party members, and so do our own people."

Kuroda Chisuke was stunned: "Our own people? You said there are Red Party members in the Mei Agency?"

"It's not the Mei Agency, it's the Shanghai Manchuria Railway Office. A few days before I came to Shancheng, they caught a man who stole intelligence. He was tortured and confessed on the spot. It turned out that he was from the Communist International."

Kuroda Chisuke paused and said, "Isn't this a good thing? We finally caught one."

"It's a good thing, but just as he was about to confess, he was killed by another clerk. This guy turned out to be a member of the Red Party. It's said that he almost went on a killing spree."

"and then?"

"He shot himself."

"Oh." Kuroda Chisuke regained his composure, "What else did you hear?"

Kuroki thought for a moment and said, "I heard that some people in the upper echelons suspected that the Manchurian Railway had been infiltrated by the Red Party."

"Do they have that much power?" Kuroda Tomosuke sneered. He smiled coldly, walked over and picked up the phone, and gave Jin Dayong the order to wait where he was. After hanging up the phone, he picked up the coat on the bed and walked out the door.

When he reached the door, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and turned to Hei Mu and said:
"Kuroki-kun, if you have enough time, why not go visit Mr. Jin's house?"

"Yes." Hei Mu responded respectfully.

On the other side, in a teahouse box opposite Ichiro Kitagawa's apartment, Zhang Yi and He Zhiyuan arranged for people to investigate who Jin Dayong called, and soon received feedback.

"Reporting to Director He and Director Zhang, his first call was to Room 302 of the Jixiang Hotel, the number was 2397, then this number called Liu Bingyao, that is, the residence of Ichiro Kitagawa, and then 2397 called the phone booth where Jin Dayong was.

In addition, after Jin Dayong called the Jixiang Hotel, he also called the Power Supply Bureau. We have verified that he pretended to be a friend and looked for Zhang Peng, the toll collector we disguised as in plain clothes. Fortunately, we had someone there and handled it skillfully. "

"The Jin guy is very cautious." He Zhiyuan sneered and said, "It seems that the Japanese are not confident about Jin Dayong, so they specially arranged someone to keep an eye on him at the Jixiang Hotel. Tell them immediately to be extra careful and act according to circumstances. It's better to lose him than to alert him."

"Understood." A plainclothes officer responded sternly and immediately went to convey the order.

At this moment, the plainclothes officer who had been watching Kitagawa Ichiro's movements with a telescope behind the half-closed window of the teahouse suddenly reported:

"The venomous snake has left its lair."

Hearing this, Zhang Yi and He Zhiyuan immediately went to the window and looked out. They saw a middle-aged man with a top hat and a beard coming out of the apartment. When he reached the door, he glanced around casually, then stretched out his hand to stop a rickshaw and drove away.

"He is Ichiro Kitagawa?"

"It can't be wrong. His figure and appearance are consistent with the descriptions of Kuroda Yusuke and Lin Xiao." Zhang Yi nodded, and then changed the subject, "The venomous snake finally got out. We should also go to his lair to take a look."

He Zhiyuan understood what Zhang Yi meant. He glanced at his watch and immediately called over a few plainclothes officers: "I'll give you ten minutes."

The leading plainclothes officer answered confidently: "Five minutes is enough."

After saying that, he stood up, saluted, and left quietly with a few people.

Looking at the backs of several people, Zhang Yi seemed a little worried and said: "The venomous snake is cunning and treacherous. I will go and take a look to avoid any mistakes."

"That's good. I'll feel more at ease if you, an expert, are willing to take action." He Zhiyuan thought about it and agreed.

"What kind of expert? He's just a fraud." Zhang Yi smiled and shook his head, then turned and walked out.

After leaving the box, his expression was a little solemn. He didn't know what happened to Zhao Deshun, whom Jin Dayong was monitoring, and whether he was a member of the Red Party. But whether it was the previous report of the "toll collector" or Jin Dayong who appeared in the phone booth unharmed at this moment, they all conveyed the fact that Zhao Deshun was in great danger.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi quickened his pace and caught up with several plainclothes officers who had just come down the stairs.

"Zhao Xiaoyong."

The plainclothes leader turned around and quickly came over: "Director Zhang, you called me?"

"Do you have cigarettes?" Zhao Xiaoyong quickly took out half a pack of San Pao Tai: "The cigarettes are not good, Director Zhang, please make do with this for now."

"You also smoke San Pao Tai?" Zhang Yi shook his head. "I smoke San Pao Tai every day, and my mouth is bitter. Do you have any other cigarettes?"

Zhao Xiaoyong thought for a moment, pointed at two of the plainclothes officers and said, "One of them is holding an old knife, and the other is holding a Hardman. Do you think this is okay?"

"Hardemen, right?" Zhang Yi nodded hesitantly, feeling a little discouraged. Changing the taste was just an excuse he came up with temporarily. If these people didn't have other types of tobacco, he could call Zheng Huhe under the guise of selling cigarettes and inform him of Zhao Deshun's situation. Now it seems that he can only act according to circumstances.

"Liu Erdao, bring your cigarette over here."

Hearing Zhao Xiaoyong's greeting, Liu Erdao immediately trotted over and respectfully handed over a pack of cigarettes: "Director Zhang, keep them for yourself."

Zhang Yi took out one and pushed the others back: "Just a temporary change of flavor, not much will be needed."

As he said this, he took out his lighter and was about to light a cigarette, but Zhao Xiaoyong had already lit the lighter and came closer with a fawning look on his face. Liu Erdao smiled in annoyance and put the lighter back in his hand.

At this moment, Zhang Yi took the cigarette out of his mouth and asked solemnly:
"Does Kitagawa Ichiro smoke?"

Zhao Xiaoyong and Liu Erdao looked at each other. After thinking for a while, Zhao Xiaoyong said, "I have read the confessions of Lin Xiao and Kuroda Yusuke, and it seems that they did not talk about this issue."

"It seems that we haven't done our job carefully enough."

Zhao Xiaoyong and Liu Erdao were completely confused and had no idea what he was going to say.

Zhang Yi frowned, beckoned all the plainclothes officers present to gather around, and with a vigilant look, reminded them:

"Think about it, if a person doesn't smoke, would his nose be particularly sensitive and he be able to smell the cigarette smoke on others right away?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Xiaoyong suddenly realized what was going on and immediately put away the cigarette he had just taken out:

"Yes, that's what happened. Director Zhang, are you afraid that we might bring in the smell of smoke and be smelled by Ichiro Kitagawa, thus alerting him?"

Zhang Yi said lightly: "If it was an ordinary spy, he wouldn't be so cautious, but Beichuan is the local head of the Mei Agency. He is cunning and treacherous, so it's better to be cautious."

After this reminder, everyone woke up collectively.

"Yes, we have to be careful. Let's do this. The smokers will be responsible for guarding the door, and the non-smokers will go in and install the eavesdropping device."

"Okay, as long as everyone agrees, don't blame me for meddling in other people's business."

"How could that be? Virgo, this is for our own good."

"Sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. Director Zhang's reminder is very timely."

"Yeah, if Director Zhang hadn't mentioned it, who would have thought of it?"

"Okay, stop flattering me, break it down into smaller pieces, and take action."

"Yes."

After hearing this, the few people became more careful. One person held a newspaper or two people pretended to be familiar neighbors. Others put the monitoring equipment in a basket and covered it with vegetables, disguising themselves as residents who had just returned home from shopping. They crossed the street separately, entered the apartment door, and finally appeared quietly outside the room where Ichiro Kitagawa lived.

The corridor is covered with dark red carpet, which looks quite high-end.

The people had clear division of labor. Some were keeping watch at the stairs, some were guarding with guns on both sides of the door, and some were busy unlocking the door.

After a while, there was a "click" sound, and the door lock of the room where Ichiro Kitagawa lived was opened.

Several people quietly and quickly put on gloves and foot covers and walked in.

The first step when entering the house is to check that there is no one else hiding in the house.

Then, the agents in charge of the search would carefully observe every furnishing in the bedroom and living room so that they could accurately restore it later.

Then, the search and installation of eavesdropping devices began.

Seeing that everyone was busy in an orderly manner and there were no mistakes, Zhang Yi thought for a while, walked to the stairs, lit a cigarette, and walked upstairs while smoking.

He hid at the entrance of the corridor, his eyes following the spider-web-like tangled wires above his head. Suddenly, a half-length of brown wire appeared somewhere, which made his eyes light up.

He walked to the wire and looked at it carefully. From the first house to the end of the corridor, most of the wires were gray twisted pair wires passing through the glass or door cracks. Only in front of the doors of 303 and 305, there was a brown single-core wire.

Zhang Yi understood that these two households must have installed telephones.

Standing in the corridor, he thought for a moment, walked to the door of Room 303, raised his hand and knocked.

The door didn't open, but the peephole on the door flickered, and then a young woman's voice sounded coldly from inside:
"You are? What's going on?"

Zhang Yi was a little surprised. He didn't expect that there was someone in this house, but his face remained calm. He took out his ID from his pocket and flashed it in front of the peephole, and said in a cold voice: "Police, routine procedures, open the door."

The person inside the door seemed to hesitate, and after a while, the door opened.

A young lady with heavy makeup and a thin cigarette in her mouth appeared at the door. She leaned against the door, looked Zhang Yi up and down, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said with some sarcasm:

"Police? Want to take advantage of you again?"

After just one glance, Zhang Yi was certain that this woman was either a dancer or a prostitute. He lifted up her clothes, showed the pistol on his waist, and said coldly:

"Stop talking nonsense, just do the routine and show your ID."

"Hypocritical." The young girl curled her lips, twisted her waist, turned inside, and soon took out a certificate.

"Gao Xiaoqin?" Zhang Yi took the ID and glanced at it. "What do you do?"

"What do you think?" The young lady snorted and immediately added, "I'm a prostitute."

A prostitute is a prostitute who only sells her art but not her body. Zhang Yi did not comment, returned her ID and asked, "Do you live alone?"

"Well, what happened?"

"Just asking casually. Sorry to bother you. Go back now!" Zhang Yi nodded at her and motioned for her to close the door.

Gao Xiaoqin was a little surprised. She looked at him a few times and then closed the door with a snap.

Zhang Yi walked forward a few steps, then leaned against the wall and turned back quietly, hiding behind the door and listening with his ears pricked up. He didn't hear the sound of high heels in the house until he was sure that Gao Xiaoqin had returned. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and came to the door of 305.

This time Zhang Yi did not knock on the door directly. Instead, he half squatted and put his ear to the door to listen. Then he took out a thin wire, twisted it, inserted it into the lock core, poked it a few times, and the door opened.

He pushed the door open quietly, stood at the door and waited for a while. Seeing that there was still no movement in the house, he immediately slipped in and closed the door.

Zhang Yi closed the door and entered the house. His first step was to stand at the door and carefully observe the entire room.

The house was quite spacious and all the furniture was Western style. The wooden floor was covered with thick wool carpets and there were several Western oil paintings hanging on the walls.

On the cabinet next to the sofa, a telephone was lying there quietly.

Zhang Yi walked forward carefully, quickly took out a pair of gloves and put them on, then dialed a few numbers.

"Hey?"

"It's me, Lao Zheng. Something happened. There's a guy named Zhao Deshun, who's hiding his identity as a teacher at Qixin Primary School. Check if he's one of ours and transfer him immediately. Quickly!"

(End of this chapter)