My spy diary

Chapter 512 I Apply to Stay (ask for monthly ticket)

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

After checking the second box, the men moved on to pry open the third one.

The third box still contained foreign liquor.

Just as his men were about to open the fourth box, there was a rustling sound from under the oilcloth.

He Shangyou was startled and immediately signaled two people to restrain Manager Yang. One of them carefully stepped forward with a gun to check, and the others, including him, took out their pistols and became alert.

With a "hiss", the oilcloth was lifted.

I saw a big cat hunched over and staring at them warily, looking confused and nervous.

After staring at them for a few seconds, it seemed to think that these "two-legged beasts" posed no threat, so it meowed "disdainfully", gently passed between them, then jumped up, climbed onto the roof of the next room, and left nimbly, swishing its tail.

“It’s a cat!”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. He Shangyou put away his gun and his men began to pry open the fourth box.

Then the fifth
After checking all twenty-four boxes, still nothing was found, so He Shangyou had to leave in disappointment.

"Excuse me, Shopkeeper Yang, shall we take our leave then?"

Shopkeeper Yang gave him a cold look and locked the door directly. He waited until the few people left before he breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, he had to admire Zheng Huhe's foresight.

On the way back, He Shangyou leaned on the back seat with his eyes closed, looking gloomy. His subordinates reported angrily:

"Deputy, although we haven't found anything, I still feel that this place is very suspicious."

He Shangyou was obviously not satisfied with this statement: "Do you have any evidence?"

".Not yet."

"Then what are you talking about?" He Shangyou sighed, "We still don't have enough confidence. If this wasn't Commander Wang's deal, we would have arrested him today. If we make a mistake, we'll be in big trouble."

"Director, although there is no solid evidence, my intuition shows that this shopkeeper is highly suspicious. We are looking for 24 prisoners, but there are 24 boxes in his backyard. This is too coincidental. I just saw that this shopkeeper seemed to be fearless." At this point, he hesitated for a moment, then emphasized, "Maybe the Red Party had already moved the prisoners, so he was fearless. This was a completely planned and premeditated attempt to fool us."

He Shangyou's mouth twitched, and he said thoughtfully: "Of course we can't rule out the suspicion of this location and this shopkeeper.

But we must be careful. This is Commander Wang's business after all. Cutting off someone's money is like killing his parents. If we make a mistake and hurt his financial resources, then we will both be in trouble."

Officialdom is like the underworld, even more like the underworld. When you are in the underworld, how can you avoid being hurt? All you can do is try your best to avoid hurting your vital parts.

At this time, another spy who had been listening to the conversation in the back seat turned around and said indignantly: "Director, Captain, I don't think we need to be so careful. He is just a shopkeeper, not a relative of the Wang family. He is not worth much money. If we arrest him, we will arrest him. If we put him in the interrogation room, we don't have to worry about him not confessing. At worst, the Wang family will ask about it, and we can just release him."

He Shangyou was already holding his breath, and a nameless anger suddenly rose up. He slapped the spy directly and shouted: "What do you think? You are looking for death, don't drag me into it, you don't understand politics at all, you good-for-nothing!"

In fact, he didn't say anything just now. If you anger Wang, it's not just about cutting off his money. If he wants to deal with him, he can send a telegram of complaint and accuse you of affecting the overall situation of the war of resistance, which will make you pay the price. Although He Zhiyuan is the director of the Eighth Department of the Military Control Commission and holds an important position, this is nothing in the eyes of a powerful general, because he has military power and troops.

At first, this person slapped Chang, and the two became enemies and fought against each other, but in the end, the chairman lowered his status, pretended to be submissive, and tried to win over Chang, and finally the two "reconciled as before." You can say that the chairman "endured humiliation" or spent a fortune to buy horse bones, but in the end, he was afraid of the military power in this person's hands.

The spy was beaten, and Nuonuo dared not say a word. The spy leader beside He Shangyou hurriedly persuaded him: "Calm down, Director, Xiao Xu is also worried. What do you think is the next step?"

He Shangyou vented his anger and calmed down. He thought to himself for a while: "Haste makes waste. Although we cannot arrest him, since he is a suspect, we should monitor him first. We should use all means to monitor the store and the house. Not only him, but also those who come into contact with him."

After arranging everything, he couldn't help but sigh again. He felt discouraged and began to doubt himself.

Is the "crab" he has high hopes for still alive?
If alive, where is he?
At noon, when smoke was rising from every household, a gaunt old man was sitting on a running rickshaw. He was wearing a gray gown and a gray top hat, and was reading the Central Daily News that day.

The rickshaw passed through the bustling commercial street and stopped at an intersection.

After getting off the car, the old man paid the driver and walked away. After stopping and strolling for a while, he took off his hat and went straight into a bookstore with a plaque that read "Guanhai Bookstore".

The bookstore was not big, and the bookshelves were piled with books. At the moment, there were no customers in the store. A clerk was cleaning the counter with a rag, and a middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper was cleaning the dust with a feather duster next to him.

Seeing the old man, he calmly winked at the waiter, who then went out with a bucket to clean the glass outside. He put down the feather duster and said with a smile, "Sir, do you want to rent or buy a book? Please feel free to read."

The old man smiled and said, "Neither."

The bookstore owner asked in confusion, "What can I do for you, sir?"

The old man glanced at the door and saw that the clerk had closed the door and was squatting at the door cleaning the glass. He stepped forward and said, "I want to discuss a business with you."

"Business?" The shopkeeper looked at him suspiciously. "How big a deal?"

"Don't worry, you won't suffer any loss with this number." The old man smiled and made a gesture of 24.

"It's a big deal indeed." The boss seemed moved. He hesitated for a moment and extended his hand to invite, "In that case, let's go inside and discuss in detail?"

The old man said: "The guest should follow the host's wishes."

"Okay, please come this way." The shopkeeper nodded, lifted the door curtain, and shouted into the house: "Xiao Li, look after the store." A young man with short hair came out and took the shopkeeper's place.

The shopkeeper led the old man into the inner room. After closing the door, he turned around, shook the old man's hand, and said excitedly: "Secretary Wang, we haven't seen each other for four years, right?"

"Yes, time flies, and even your hair has turned white." The shopkeeper smiled, poured him a glass of water, handed it to the old man, and then asked softly, "Do you know what instructions your superiors have?"

Secretary Wang is the head of the Urban Work Department of the Shancheng underground organization. He said "thank you" and his face became serious. He also said softly: "It was just conveyed last night. There are strict requirements, and it is limited to oral communication."

The shopkeeper nodded seriously, then closed his eyes and began to listen to and record the key points of the instructions verbally conveyed by Secretary Wang.

Everything happened in silence.

Secretary Wang's eyes were looking out the window, and a group of white pigeons flew by quickly.

The shopkeeper's eyes slowly opened.

"I understand." The shopkeeper summarized the spirit of the instructions he understood in two words, "That is to say, under the current situation, the general principle of our work is still to be hidden and efficient, accumulate strength, not to focus on struggle, and not to easily come into conflict with the Guo Party and the reactionaries, right?"

"Yes, under the current situation, the war of resistance is more important than anything else!" Secretary Wang nodded and changed the subject, "How are the 24 comrades?"

"The doctor has done a preliminary diagnosis and treatment, but the situation is not very good. The key is that there is a lack of medicine." The shopkeeper was worried. He opened a wooden door and led Secretary Wang into a secret room from the stairs. The secret room was small and cramped, with more than 24 wounded people lying or sitting inside. They were the Red Party members rescued that night.

In the small space, Zhao Jinglun, codenamed "Crab", was in a daze while spying on the every move of Li Nan, the head of the temporary underground party group.

From the time he was rescued to the time he was transferred here, he tried his best to find out in a roundabout way, but he could not find out the next plan, let alone escape.

At this time, surrounded by a group of Red Party members who disregarded life and death, he was like a rat that suddenly drilled out of the ground. Every pore of his body felt the breath of danger. He was afraid of exposing his identity, and even more afraid that he would fall under the guns of his own people during the subsequent transfer. He was even more afraid that when he arrived at Pagoda Mountain, his future would be uncertain, and he would never be able to go back.

At this moment, hearing the sound of footsteps on the stairs, he looked over calmly.

"Comrades, the organization has sent Secretary Wang to visit you." The shopkeeper introduced them. Seeing that the comrades were about to stand up with difficulty, Secretary Wang waved his hand quickly:
"Everyone has worked hard. Please sit down quickly."

"Secretary Wang, let me introduce you. This is Comrade Li Nan, the head of the temporary underground group. This is Comrade Zhao Jinglun, the deputy secretary. This is..."

The shopkeeper had a very good memory and introduced everyone one by one. Secretary Wang shook hands with everyone with deep affection and excitement. Then he looked at Li Nan and Zhao Jinglun and said, "Comrades, I will convey the new instructions from the Central Committee."

Li Nan, Zhao Jinglun and their comrades all looked at him.

Secretary Wang: "Everyone has worked hard. You should rest and recuperate during this period. When you are better, we will secretly transfer everyone out and arrange them in batches. I will be responsible for this task."

"I understand." Although Li Nan has experienced many ups and downs, he still couldn't hide his emotion at this moment: "I thank the organization"

"It's my duty." Secretary Wang looked at Li Nan deeply. "Comrade Li Nan, I will ask you to take care of the comrades from now on. If you have any needs, you can report them to the organization."

Li Nan was about to speak, but Zhao Jinglun asked first:
"I don't know where to retreat to?"

Secretary Wang: "Pagoda Mountain. I will also have to wait for the notification from my superiors on the specific time and location of evacuation."

Hearing him say this, everyone's eyes flashed with yearning and they all became excited. Zhao Jinglun was the same, but he quickly calmed down. He was silent for a while, and then he said passionately: "I apply to stay."

This statement quickly resonated with several people, who said, "Yes, we must stay and continue to fight against the Fruit Party opposition."

Secretary Wang seemed to know that he would answer like this. He glanced at the person who spoke and then looked at Zhao Jinglun.

Zhao Jinglun: "I want to go to the revolutionary holy land all the time, but I still hope to stay here. After all, the work on the covert front requires more experienced people to do it.

Even if I cannot stay in the mountain city, I hope to stay in other cities, continue to hide in a new identity, and continue to fight until the day of victory. Secretary Wang, please let me finish my words. I understand what you mean, but work always needs to be done by people, right? As a subordinate, I beg you and the organization to accept my suggestion and let me stay and continue to do some work for the party and the people. "

These words were said with great righteousness, who could not be moved? The few people who had just agreed with Zhao Jinglun and also wanted to stay were deeply encouraged, and looked over with hopeful eyes.

Secretary Wang quickly glanced at his watch, then looked up and looked deeply at Zhao Jinglun: "Let's not talk about this issue for now. The most urgent task is to heal your injuries. This is not only your personal responsibility, but also your responsibility to the organization." Having said that, he nodded to Li Nan and was ready to leave.

"I understand. I'll listen to the organization." Zhao Jinglun smiled, but his heart became colder and gloomy.

Secretary Wang couldn't smile, as he was still troubled by issues such as medicine, food, the safety of his comrades, and transfer. He just held Li Nan's hand tightly, expressing his affirmation, encouragement, warmth, and entrustment:
"Thank you for your hard work, Comrade Li Nan."

On the other side, Zhang Yi was lying on the sofa with a towel on his face. His eyes were red and he looked tired after staying up all night.

A doctor and a nurse were standing next to the sofa. They were wearing not only masks but also rubber gloves, wrapping themselves tightly.

The doctor had obviously been warned, so he examined the patient very carefully. He looked at the thermometer and said, "It doesn't look like an infectious disease, but it does have a low fever. It's not a big problem, just take some medicine and it will be fine."

"No?" Zhang Yi looked frightened and asked the doctor anxiously, "Are you sure? This is not a joke. Just take some medicine? No need for injections or anything like that?"

Doctor: "No, just take some medicine."

"Oh, that's good." Zhang Yi leaned back on the sofa, took a long breath, and frowned again, "I feel cold all over, what's going on?"

"I think you caught a cold. Don't worry, take some medicine and have a good sleep, and you should feel better."

"Okay. Thank you for your hard work. It's such a long journey. I'm sorry to bother you."

"It's my duty." The doctor smiled, and took out a few doses of western medicine from the medicine box he carried with him. He gave a few instructions and said, "Then, we won't disturb Director Zhang's rest. We'll come to take your temperature in the evening."

"Okay, take care. I won't see you off then?"

After sending the doctors and nurses away and closing the door, Zhang Yi tiptoed behind the curtains and looked through the gap. He found that the couple selling dumplings were still there. He couldn't help but frowned, it seemed the situation was still serious.

(End of this chapter)