My spy diary

Chapter 511 Search
"Do you think he is really ill or faking it?"

At this moment, Mao Qiwu was on the phone in Dai's office. He said to the person on the phone: "That's what I mean. Tell the comrades who are under surveillance to be careful in everything."

After hanging up the phone, Mao Qiwu asked Dai Chunfeng with a smile.

Dai Chunfeng smiled meaningfully, said nothing, but opened the drawer and took out a file.

"What is this?" Mao Qiwu thought, confused but also slightly excited. He glanced at Boss Dai, and when their eyes met, Mao Qiwu immediately understood what he meant. It turned out that Boss Dai had already made arrangements.

"You read the file first, and I'll explain it to you when Director He comes."

Mao Qiwu took the file and flipped through it. Inside was a man codenamed "Crab", who was an important pawn that the Military Control Commission had long planted in the Wuhan underground party. He had always been in direct contact with He Shangyou, the director of the Military Control Commission's Party and Political Intelligence Department. This man's last stop was Wanglongmen Detention Center, where he was lurking among the 24 prisoners, but there was no photo or even name in the file.

"So that's how it is. He has a plan, and the Bureau Chief has a way out. That is to say, as long as Xie is still alive, he can pass on the message, and then whether Zhang Yi has a Red Party connection will be exposed immediately." Mao Qiwu complimented him, and then said, "It turns out that the Bureau Chief has never given up his suspicion of him."

"Why should I rule him out as a suspect?"

Mao Qiwu was speechless for a moment. Dai Chunfeng glanced at him and said, "It's not that I'm hiding it from you, but Xie's identity is very important. Director He is very careful about this, and even I don't know his true identity."

"Director He has always been dedicated and hardworking. I am ashamed to say that I am not as good as him." Mao Qiwu's smile was a little forced. Dai Chunfeng saw it and thought that these words had touched his sensitive spot and made him feel uncomfortable.

Dai Chunfeng chuckled and said, "Brother Shanyu, don't underestimate yourself. Your strength lies in making up for the shortcomings. No one can match you in this respect. Besides, in the bureau, our Jiangshan people are our own people."

"I understand." Mao Qiwu lowered his head in shame when he thought of his disappointing nephew.

Dai Chunfeng drank his tea slowly and lowered his voice: "In fact, we all know that although there was Shen Zhiyue first and Xu Yedao later, it seems that the traitors in the bureau have been eliminated, and it has been calm on the surface during this period, but many unresolved mysteries have never been solved. When I think of these, I feel like I have a tumor in my heart. The longer it goes, the more uncomfortable and panicky I feel. I can't even sleep peacefully at night."

"Yes, the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it. Perhaps we can only wait for that person to tell us all this." Mao Qiwu echoed. When he heard footsteps outside the door, his eyes unconsciously brightened.

He Shangyou knocked on the door and came in: "Director, Director Mao."

Dai Chunfeng asked directly: "Is there any news about Xie?"

"Not yet," He Shangyou said. Before Dai Chunfeng could ask further questions, he explained, "For the sake of confidentiality, I have never personally interrogated this person. All instructions and information were given through the guards stationed in the detention center. Every time, we used Morse code to communicate during the exercise time. Who would have thought that this happened last night when the guards were on their day off."

"What a coincidence?" Mao Qiwu was surprised. After thinking for a while, he said sternly, "Could it be that they have long suspected Shangxie's true identity, or that he has been instigated to defect? ​​Lao He, you have fought against the Red Party for so many years. You are well aware of the Red Party's methods of instigating defections."

He Shangyou was stunned and immediately rejected it: "This is impossible!"

Seeing that he spoke so confidently, Dai Chunfeng also put down his teacup and raised his head.

He Shangyou explained: "He has blood on his hands, and the Red Party will never accept him."

"Oh, then how did he get in there?"

"This man is called Zhao Jinglun. He was originally from the intelligence team of Wuhan Station. He was ordered to infiltrate the local underground organization. Although he racked his brains, he was always on the periphery and could not get much intelligence."

"and after?"

"Later, the Red Party established the Southern Bureau, whose director was a returnee from the Soviet Union. He was fighting fiercely with the Pagoda Mountain faction and the local faction. I immediately instructed him to support the Pagoda Mountain faction and fish in troubled waters. This person did not disappoint my expectations. Because of his heroic and active performance in the workers' movement, his status rose directly. Later, under my careful planning, he was arrested and imprisoned. He was interrogated many times, but he refused to speak no matter how he was tortured. He became a well-known diehard. As a result, he was trusted by the other side and was unanimously elected as the deputy secretary of the temporary party group in the prison."

"Good job." After hearing what He Shangyou said, Dai Chunfeng, who had been calm before, showed surprise and admiration on his face. "This man has been in there for four years, right? Four years is not a short time. He has worked hard for the party and the country without any leaks. The bureau needs such people. As long as he can make contributions this time, I will personally apply for a commendation for him."

"Let me thank the Director on his behalf first."

Dai Chunfeng waved his hand: "If he is still alive, how can he contact you?"

"He should be hiding somewhere to recover from his injuries. As long as he can sneak out without being noticed by the Red Party, he will definitely call me as soon as possible. Even if he can't, he will secretly leave a special mark during the transfer."

Dai Chunfeng pondered thoughtfully. Not only Xie, but the other 23 Red Party members must be covered in wounds. At this juncture, it is absolutely impossible for them to be transferred out. But where are these people hiding now?

He leaned back in his chair, thinking for a moment before he asked the two of them:

"I have been thinking about one thing. If this incident is really related to Zhang Yi, and the criminal was replaced by him, where is the problem? Have you analyzed it?"

"I've thought about it." Mao Qiwu said first, "It should be when they are eating." As soon as he finished speaking, Dai Chunfeng and He Shangyou thought of something at the same time.

Dai Chunfeng shouted in a low voice: "Captain He, hurry up! Take your people to have a look. Remember, don't alert the enemy."

"Yes."

On the other hand, Zhou Peng felt much more relaxed than when he was in the hospital ward. He thought it would take a lot of effort to search for the two people, but he didn't expect Director Yang Zaixing to grasp the key point in just two or three attempts and think of the way of entry and exit registration.

"A leader is a leader. He is sharp-eyed and insightful in looking at problems." Zhou Peng flattered his subordinates and said to them, looking at their smug subordinates, "Now as long as we can find out the driver, Yang Laoshi, it is possible that we can wipe out the whole gang if we continue the investigation." He sounded somewhat proud.

One of his subordinates observed his words and immediately flattered him: "Captain Zhou, we will definitely be able to capture the enemy easily."

Zhou Peng was very pleased and waved his hands in high spirits: "Stop flattering me and let's go!"

In the rural suburbs of Yuzhong, a thatched house that has been in disrepair for a long time lies on the ground, surrounded by various weeds. A few crows have landed on the half-cracked beams, cawing non-stop, which makes the place look even more desolate.

Zhou Peng and his men stood in front of the thatched hut, stunned.

One of the men asked, "Captain, is this the place?"

Zhou Peng took out the household registration card he had just found at the Yuzhong Police Station from his pocket and took a look. There was a photo on it. They had communicated with the military police in charge of checking at the city gate. The military police insisted that the person in the photo was the one who drove out of the city this morning. Therefore, he was confident of the arrest. But at this moment
He looked up at the thatched house in front of him and said, "Yang Laoshi, I live at No. 11 Tujiazhai Old Street, Yuzhong District, that's right."

He carefully crawled in through the collapsed doorway and looked around with hope, only to see that the room was overgrown with weeds and in a state of disrepair.

Several secret agents were looking around the abandoned thatched house. At this time, they saw a few sheep bleating and walking towards them, followed by an old man carrying a bamboo basket.

He was skinny, wearing a dirty, colorless coarse cloth jacket, and a long whip under his melon-like hat, looking like a Qing Dynasty zombie. While driving the sheep, he used the iron shovel in his hand to pick up the feces left on the ground, and threw the feces into the bamboo basket behind him with skillful and accurate movements.

Zhou Peng quickly shouted: "Hey! Wait a minute!"

The old man seemed to be a little hard of hearing. He shouted several times before the old man stopped.

Zhou Peng asked: "Does Yang Laoshi live here?"

"Who?" The old man pricked up his ears.

"Yang is honest."

"Oh, he lives here, what's wrong?" The old man said, looking at Zhou Peng and his group with his cloudy eyes, stroking his sparse goatee with his dirty hands, speaking in a hoarse voice, with an indifferent expression. Zhou Peng snorted coldly, touched his pistol, and shouted: "Where is he?"

"He died early."

Zhou Peng was stunned: "Dead?"

"He's been dead for two years. He was killed by a Japanese bomb." The old man glanced at him and drove the sheep away tremblingly.

Silence returned to the surroundings.

The spies looked at each other in bewilderment. A cold wind blew, the weeds in the yard swayed, and the crows began to coo again, and everyone shuddered.

At the same time, He Shangyou and several plainclothes officers came to the door of the shop where Zhang Yi parked his car that night.

The door was closed. After knocking for a long time, it finally opened. A middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper came out. He glanced at a few people and asked slowly:
"How many of you come to my shop? What can I do for you?"

An agent stepped forward and said, "Someone reported that you were hiding contraband here. Now we need to search."

"Oh, do you have a search warrant?" the shopkeeper said with a smile.

He Shangyou's face darkened, angered by the shopkeeper's arrogant attitude. He sneered and said, "When did the Military Control Commission need a search warrant for their work?" He winked at his men, who rushed forward and pushed the shopkeeper away, ready to call on others to rush in.

At this moment, two patrolmen appeared out of nowhere and ran over and shouted:
"What are you doing? Don't you know where you are? How dare you mess with someone else's property?"

He Shangyou was so angry at this scene that he laughed. He slapped a police officer twice in the face and said, "You are not qualified to ask who I am. Call your chief."

Seeing the director taking action, the secret agent rushed over and pinned the two policemen to the ground in no time. This not only stunned the patrolman, but also frightened the shopkeeper.

"Is this what you rely on?" He Shangyou sneered, looking sinisterly into the shop, "Surround it and search it. Don't let anyone escape."

"You can't search, sir, this is..." Suddenly, a patrolman spoke tremblingly.

He Shangyou paused, turned around, stepped in front of the patrolman, and stepped on his face: "What do you want to say?"

The patrolman hesitated: "This, this is Commander Wang's family property."

He Shangyou was startled: "That Commander Wang?"

"General Wang Lingji."

Hearing this, not only He Shangyou, but all the secret agents changed their expressions.

Not only can they not afford to offend this guy, even Boss Dai can't afford to offend him.

He was admitted to Sichuan Military Academy in his early years, received military training, and showed outstanding military talent. Later, he went to Japan to study. He served as the division commander of the 21st Army of Sichuan Army and the commander of the mountain city garrison. He was a well-known Sichuan warlord. After the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, he led the Sichuan Army to fight bravely and performed well. He successively served as the commander-in-chief of the 30th Army Group and the commander of the 72nd Army, and the deputy commander-in-chief of the 9th War Zone.

Of course, what people talk about most about this man is not his military talent, but the fact that he had a fierce conflict with Chang, who had resigned and was hanging out in the Shanghai stock market, over a woman, and he slapped Chang.
Some time ago, after Hu Die arrived in the mountain city, Boss Dai, in order to please her, specially ordered people to build a villa for her in Yangjiashan in the mountain city, and required the workers to build the road to the villa in the shape of the two characters "喜" and "寿", and to transplant precious flowers, plants and trees to embellish the blank spaces of the characters.

This job naturally fell on the head of Shen Xishan from the General Affairs Office.

Shen Xishan ordered the collection of rare flowers and plants from everywhere.

But what was unexpected was that one of Director Shen's men was so bold as to dig up a precious cypress tree from the grave of Wang Lingji's mother.

Wang Lingji, who was fighting on the front line, was furious when he heard the news. He immediately sent a telegram to Dai Chunfeng: "The cypress tree on my mother's grave must be returned. We feel the same way about life and death."

After reading the telegram, Dai Chunfeng felt ashamed and angry. He called Shen Xishan and gave him a severe scolding, and asked him to return the cypress tree overnight.

This information quickly passed through He Shangyou's mind. He had a gloomy face and glanced at the shopkeeper, but there was no trace of emotion on his face.

He was silent for a while, signaled his men to let the shopkeeper go, and asked with a fake smile: "What's your name, shopkeeper?"

"My surname is Yang."

"Oh, Shopkeeper Yang, do you usually live here?"

"Yes, I live in the store. I do business in the front and stock the goods in the back."

"Oh, stocking up." He Shangyou said as he pretended to walk casually to the door of the shop and took a few glances. "Do you mind if we go in and take a look?"

Shopkeeper Yang glanced at him and looked him straight in the eye: "Is this unnecessary? Businessmen are most afraid of the police coming to their door. Now that you know whose business it is, please don't make it difficult for me."

He Shangyou smiled and winked at his men: "Businessman, why do you want to expel us so easily? Let's see, maybe we can do business with you today."

The subordinate understood what he meant and pushed the shopkeeper aside, shouting, "Let's see if it works," and rushed in with several plainclothes men.

The shopkeeper wanted to stop him, but was stopped by He Shangyou, who asked with a smile, "What business do you do?"

The shopkeeper glanced at him, his face darkened and he said nothing. He Shangyou did not take it as an offense and continued to stare at him with a smile.

Soon, the plainclothes officers who had just gone in came out and shook their heads, obviously finding nothing.

The shopkeeper said coldly, "Since no contraband was found, let's go. Sorry I won't see you off!"

"Wait, didn't you say to stock up on goods in the backyard? We should take a look at the backyard too." He Shangyou glanced at the shopkeeper, waved his hand, and walked in first.

After entering the backyard, He Shangyou frowned. The backyard was surrounded by walls and there was not even a house. This was obviously not what he expected.

He moved his eyes to the rows of oilcloth-covered cargo boxes against the wall, his eyes flickered, and he asked the shopkeeper, "What's in them?"

"Foreign wine."

"Really?" He Shangyou was half-believing and half-doubting, and signaled his men to open the boxes for inspection. The first box was quickly pried open, and it turned out to be full of foreign liquor, which could not hide anyone at all.

So he pried open the second one.

The shopkeeper's face turned a little unhappy, and he asked, "Sir, I said this is Commander Wang's business, a legal business, what are you doing and what are you looking for?"

He Shangyou ignored him and just said to his men, "Continue."

(End of this chapter)