My spy diary

Chapter 509: Escape (asking for monthly ticket)

"At home?" Dai Chunfeng rubbed his eyebrows and was thinking about what to say when the phone beside him suddenly rang.

Dai Chunfeng picked up the phone, listened to a few words, then said "got it", and hung up the phone expressionlessly.

Mao Qiwu didn't know who was calling, and was just guessing when he heard Dai Chunfeng whisper, "From your perspective, does this have anything to do with the Red Party?"

"Commander, to be honest, it's hard to say, but this matter is too weird."

After a moment of silence, Dai Chunfeng glanced at him and said, "That was Yang Zaixing's call just now. He has arranged for someone to dig up the grave. He has a point. Whether it's a human or a ghost, as long as we dig it out, the truth will come out."

Mao Qiwu looked at him, as if he had something to say, but didn't know whether he should speak.

Dai Chunfeng looked at him, hesitating to speak, and said, "You can say whatever you want to say."

After a while, Mao Qiwu said, "Should we take some measures first?"

"You mean he will run away? Will he?" Dai Chunfeng smacked his lips. It seemed like he was asking Mao Qiwu, but also like he was talking to himself.

"That's hard to say, what if?"

Dai Chunfeng kept looking at him, thinking carefully.

At this time, Adjutant Jia knocked on the door and interrupted Dai Chunfeng's thoughts: "What's the matter?"

Adjutant Jia saluted and handed over a letter with both hands: "Mr. Dai, this is the letter that Director Zhang asked me to give to you."

Dai Chunfeng hesitated. He did not reach out to take the letter, but asked, "Who sent it, and when?"

"Qian Xiaosan, just now."

"What else did you say?"

"Director Zhang asked him to tell you that he wanted to apologize in person, but he is ill and it is not convenient for him to do so, so he wants to apologize to you first. He also said that you will understand everything after reading his letter."

Dai Chunfeng looked at Adjutant Jia with doubt. Rather than looking at Adjutant Jia, he was thinking about Zhang Yi's intention. After a moment's silence, he sneered:
"Wrong? Or are you afraid? You're asking for forgiveness, huh? For such a big matter, you didn't ask for instructions or report it in advance, and acted arbitrarily. Do you think you've grown wings just because you got a few words of praise from the old man?"

How could Adjutant Jia respond to this? He just handed the letter over with both hands again.

Although Dai Chunfeng still had doubts, he took the letter and opened it to read.

After a while, as he finished reading the letter, his expression gradually changed from puzzlement to seriousness. He looked at Adjutant Jia and said:

"Go check if there was any call from the detention center last night."

"Yes."

Mao Qiwu had been standing by and observing the two of them. When Dai Chunfeng said this, he frowned slightly and had a bad premonition in his mind.

Sure enough, Adjutant Jia returned soon and said, "Mr. Dai, I just checked with the Telecommunications Department. Two calls came in from the detention center last night. One was to your office, and the other was to Room A."

Room A is the secretariat centered around Dai Chunfeng, with a dedicated person on duty 24 hours a day.

Dai Chunfeng sneered twice: "Who was on duty last night?"

Adjutant Jia glanced at Mao Qiwu and said truthfully, "It's Secretary Mao Zhongxin."

Dai Chunfeng was a little surprised. He snorted coldly and looked at Mao Qiwu.

Mao Qiwu took a deep breath and said with a guilty look on his face: "Commander, I'll go and bring him over."

As he said this, he retreated carefully. As soon as he walked out, his face immediately turned gloomy. He stretched out his hand and pointed at the two guards: "Follow me."

The secretary's office was a large cubicle, and except for the sound of people answering the phone and recording radio codes, it was completely silent. Mao Zhongxin was pulling a pretty female spy to help her read her palm, and when he saw Mao Qiwu and his men come in, he thought that his previous suggestion had been adopted, and immediately came to greet them with a look of joy.

However, as soon as he stood up, the two guards behind Mao Qiwu rushed over and pinned him to the ground. The office, which had been quiet just now, suddenly exploded.

"Secretary Mao, I'm sorry, this is Director Mao's intention."

Mao Zhongxin was pressed to the ground with his face touching the ground. After hearing this, he stopped struggling.

He watched Mao Qiwu's leather shoes walk to his nose and squat down.

"Asshole, why didn't you answer the phone when you were on duty last night? Do you know how big a delay you have had? The director is furious, and he will get away with it if he doesn't die this time."

Mao Qiwu said this harshly. He was really disappointed with his friend and wondered why the gap between people was so big. Although Boss Dai's younger brother and son were useless and his nephews and brother-in-law were just average, they at least had some strengths and were able to complete their assigned tasks in an honest and responsible manner.

But his nephew has no ability at all, but is addicted to alcohol and sex, likes to brag, show off, and stir up trouble everywhere. In the past, he always helped to clean up his mess, but this time he doesn't want to help cover it up anymore. If he doesn't learn his lesson, he will be completely ruined.

Mao Zhongxin had a lot of troubles. He was finally discharged from the hospital and hadn't had sex for half a month. Yesterday, he couldn't help but go to a brothel. He was exhausted when he came back and felt drowsy while on duty. He heard the phone ringing in a daze, but when he was about to answer it, the call was disconnected again.

He thought that if there was something important, he would definitely call back, so he didn't pay any attention to it.
Silence means admitting. Mao Qiwu looked at him with a heavy heart, slapped him twice, sighed, and thought that no matter how useless he was, he was still his nephew after all, so he whispered to him, "When Boss Dai asks about it later, admit your mistakes and be nice, understand?"

Mao Zhongxin nodded tremblingly, and then he was taken to Mr. Dai's office.

"is it here?"

On the other side, a jeep was parked in the wilderness. The morning mist was lingering, and there was water vapor everywhere, making it eerie and damp.

Yang Zaixing's most trusted confidant Zhou Peng got out of the car, shouted to the hired laborers to get off, and asked while looking at the large mound of earth not far away.

One of his subordinates, who was using his hands to make a shed, looked in the direction of his sight and said seriously, "Big tree, new grave, and footprints nearby, it should be correct."

"Okay, now that they have found the right position, let them work." Zhou Peng waved his hand, fearing that he would be infected, he immediately took out a cotton mask and put it on, and walked away. "What are you doing? Didn't you hear the order from the superior?" The subordinate sneered, put his hand on the gun on his waist, and shouted at several dark-faced laborers to act immediately. Although several people felt that this was a bit insidious, they took other people's money after all. Besides, their families were still waiting for rice and flour to be cooked. When the granaries are full, people know etiquette, and when they have enough food and clothing, they know honor and disgrace. If they can't even afford to eat, who cares about this.

A few people looked at each other, then walked up with hoes and shovels without saying a word and started digging.

Seeing this, the subordinate nodded with satisfaction, walked to Zhou Peng, took out a pack of cigarettes and handed him one.

Zhou Peng hesitated for a moment, took it, took off his mask, lit it and started smoking. After a while of puffing, he glanced at the workers who were working hard from a distance, as if he remembered something, and asked:
"Did anyone see you when you were looking for them?"

"No."

"That's good." Zhou Peng nodded, threw away the cigarette butt, and stomped on it a few times. "We'll take care of them in a while, find a place to bury them, and no one is allowed to say a word when we go back." He glanced at the uniforms on his men, "Remember to change into casual clothes."

The subordinate said, "Got it."

What the few people didn’t know was that on a small hill not far away, a reporter with a camera was “lying in ambush” here.

His name is Gu Jingzhe. A few months ago, he heard that the famous movie star Hu Die had arrived in Shancheng and was staying at the Shancheng Hotel, so he thought of going there for an interview. After a lot of pestering, he was finally stopped outside the gate by the secret agents.

He was unwilling to give up. Since the interview failed, he could still make money by taking a few secret photos.

But Hu Die soon changed her residence. After making inquiries from many sources, he finally found out Hu Die's new residence. He then found a three-story apartment building nearby. From the rooftop platform, he could overlook the living room of the mansion.

He set up the camera and waited for Miss Butterfly to appear, then he looked around with the lens in his hand out of boredom.

A black luxury car parked in front of the mansion appeared in the camera. A few strong plainclothes officers got out of the car first, and then a middle-aged man in a gray Mao suit and a slicked-back hair took out a few gifts from the back of the car and walked towards the mansion while giving instructions.

"Who is this person?" Gu Jingzhe hesitated. It was said that Hu Die's husband went to Yunnan for business not long after coming to Shancheng. Rumor had it that the two had divorced.

There are also reports that Hu Die was kept as a mistress by a powerful figure, but there are many different opinions as to who this person was.

Some said it was a certain Chang, some said it was the former Shanghai Garrison Commander Yang Lao Hu, some said it was Du Yuesheng who took refuge in the mountain city, and some said it was the spy chief Dai Chunfeng.

The first three have been famous for a long time and have frequently appeared in the newspapers. Although Dai Chunfeng is also famous, he never shows up in public, is not close to the power center or the secret service system, and is only heard of but not seen. At this moment, he is only seen from behind, so Gu Jingzhe doesn't recognize him anymore.

At this time, Miss Hu Die, wearing a silk pajamas, walked out of the mansion gate with a smile on her face. Gu Jingzhe took a lot of photos quickly. The newspapers in Shancheng dared not publish the photos, but the gossip tabloids in Shanghai were very eager to get them, and they were very expensive.

Just as Gu Jingzhe pressed the shutter button and fantasized about selling the photo for a high price, a flash of light flashed and a secret agent suddenly turned around, standing in front of Dai Chunfeng and shouting "There is an assassin". Several other plainclothes officers immediately drew their pistols and surrounded Gu Jingzhe.

Gu Jingzhe panicked, grabbed his camera and tried to flee, but was eventually caught. After being searched, interrogated and beaten, he was put in a detention center.

Later, it was his brother-in-law who worked at Central Daily News who used his connections to get him released on bail.

After lying at home for several months, Gu Jingzhe finally recovered from his injuries. This morning he received a mysterious phone call, and the person on the other end of the phone revealed to him a shocking news - Dai Chunfeng had secretly assassinated Hu Die's husband in order to monopolize her, and Hu Die was going to pay tribute to her late husband this morning.

Gu Jingzhe was half-believing and half-doubting. It was not that he doubted the authenticity of the news. After experiencing the last incident, he already knew that the man behind Hu Die was none other than the spy chief Dai Chunfeng. After having a close call with death, he didn't want to provoke the other party again no matter what. What he doubted was the intention and identity of the man who revealed the news to him.

After much hesitation, he decided to go and have a look. Firstly, the news was too explosive, and secondly, he was still brooding over what happened last time, hating Dai Chunfeng and the Military Control Commission agents with a vengeance, and thinking about revenge every moment, but he was powerless.

This time, he had made up his mind that once he got the photos, he would go directly to Kunming, and then go to Hong Kong or Shanghai from there, and then sell the photos at a high price.

That is the Japanese world, which is beyond the reach of the Military Intelligence Bureau. As long as you are careful, the Military Intelligence Bureau can't do anything to you.

With this in mind, he first asked someone to buy a ticket for him, then went to his brother-in-law's house under the pretense of borrowing money, stole the other's camera, then rode his bicycle out of the city early and ambush here.

After waiting for a long time, the promised butterfly did not come, so he knew he had been cheated. He was about to leave in a rage when he saw a jeep driving over.

"What are these people doing here in the middle of nowhere? Judging from their uniforms, they look like military spies. Are they helping Hu Die?"

Gu Jingzhe was confused and uncertain, then he saw several laborers carrying hoes and shovels and walking to a large pile of earth and starting to dig. He suddenly realized what was going on and finally believed that the man who leaked the information was not lying to him. He immediately took out his camera, adjusted the focus, and stared at their every move.

In the camera, several laborers were seen digging in the pile of earth with tools for a while, and then they randomly pulled out a sack.

"What is that? Is it the body of Hu Die's husband?" Gu Jingzhe saw the laborer covering his mouth and nose with a look of nausea and discomfort, and frowned as he guessed.

"Boss, the body has already stank, why dig it out?" Several laborers had gloomy faces, staring blankly at the rotten body that had been dug out, thinking that these officials were really perverted.

"Smelly?" Zhou Peng looked suspicious. How could a body buried last night smell so quickly? His professional sense of smell was like that of a hunting dog, so he would not give up even a little suspicion. He covered his face with a mask, walked forward a few steps carefully, and asked from a distance, "Can you recognize the face?"

"It's rotten and even dogs don't make a sound. How can we recognize it? Damn it, this is too immoral. The person is dead and they are still spreading lime on him. I've heard of people grinding bones and scattering ashes, but I've never seen anything so insidious. Bah!" A laborer spat fiercely.

"Lime?" Zhou Peng thought for a moment and asked his men, "Were the bodies sprinkled with lime last night?"

The subordinate whispered, "It seems so. In order to eliminate infectious diseases, quicklime was sprinkled not only on the corpses but also in the cells. I heard from the military doctor that quicklime will generate heat and expand when it comes into contact with water, and it has a chemical reaction."

Zhou Peng was a junior high school graduate and a graduate of the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Police Academy. He had learned how to make bombs and had some knowledge of chemistry. He thought about it, waved his hand and said, "Keep digging. Dig out all the bodies!"

At this moment, Gu Jingzhe, who was lying down to take pictures, was stunned. He accidentally touched a stone beside him, and the stone rolled down the hill.

When Zhou Peng heard the sound, he turned his head suddenly and saw a figure on the hillside. He was suddenly startled.

Gu Jingzhe caught a glimpse of Zhou Peng looking back, and in panic he didn't bother to take any more pictures. He immediately picked up the camera and left with a terrified look on his face.

Zhou Peng yelled, "Damn it, someone saw it!"

Several plainclothes officers also panicked: "What should we do?"

"Chase them!" Zhou Peng had a gloomy face. He paused, pointed at a few laborers and whispered, "Tell them to hurry up. If there are only corpses inside, bury them. Then find a place to detain them first and wait until we catch the man."

While a few people were discussing here, Gu Jingzhe was terrified and crawled and rolled down the hill, got on his bicycle, and ran for his life.

(End of this chapter)