My spy diary

Chapter 515 Arrested (asking for monthly ticket)

"Have you heard of a reporter named Gu Jingzhe?"

At this moment in the director's office, the conversation that made Zhang Yi somewhat anxious and tormented was still going on.

Hearing Dai Chunfeng's question, Zhang Yi pretended to think about it: "Is it the gangster who harassed Ms. Hu Die? Wasn't he detained?"

"He's been released on bail."

"Ah, who bailed him out? This scoundrel disguised as a reporter should be taught a lesson. If he doesn't suffer some punishment, he will definitely not learn his lesson."

"It's hindsight!" Dai Chunfeng snorted coldly, "But you are right about one thing. These hooligans are not interested in Miss Hu Die's movies, but only in her private life."

"After he got out, did he harass Ms. Butterfly again?"

"I wouldn't dare to do that even if I gave him ten guts. But this person is actually interested in the Red Party now."

Zhang Yi pretended to be puzzled: "After being wronged by us, you turned around and joined the Red Party?"

"Yun Yi, you don't know. There was an infectious disease in the prison. The General Epidemic Prevention Bureau sent people to conduct an inspection."

"I know, it's for investigation."

"." Dai Chunfeng shook him helplessly, "Not only the detention center, but also the place where the bodies were buried. The work must be done thoroughly. You were recuperating, and Yang Zaixing asked his men to accompany them." As he said that, he looked at Zhang Yi and lowered his voice and said, "This Gu Jingzhe may have taken some photos, which are not suitable for publication."

Zhang Yi pretended to be suddenly enlightened and immediately asked, "Didn't Director Yang's people arrest him?"

"Ran."

"Ah, where did he run to? I will take people to capture him now." Zhang Yi was immediately furious and looked eager to try.

"Sit down." Dai Chunfeng waved his hand and asked Zhang Yi to sit down. "He's just a small reporter, just a jumping clown. There's no need for you, a big director, to take action."

Zhang Yi smiled ashamedly and asked in confusion: "So just let him run around? This kind of person..." Before he finished speaking, Dai Chunfeng interrupted him with a wave of his hand:

“This is not your responsibility!”

As he spoke, he leaned back in his chair, rubbed his temples with his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and said in a heavy tone: "What I'm thinking about now is, who helped him escape?"

"Is there a second person at the scene?"

"Yes, he was driving a Dodge sedan."

“Neither the person nor the car was found?”

"Fake identity, no valuable clues. What do you think about this matter?"

"It looks like the work of the Red Party." While Dai Chunfeng was closing his eyes, Zhang Yi glanced at his watch imperceptibly, then quickly raised his eyelids.

"Director He said the same thing." Dai Chunfeng opened his eyes and snorted a few times. "The monk may escape, but the temple cannot. He Shangyou has already led his men out. I'm waiting for his news. Maybe there will be an unexpected surprise."

"Most definitely."

Dai Chunfeng glanced at him: "Aren't you curious?"

Of course I am curious! Zhang Yi said calmly: "I am curious for sure, but I dare not forget my sense of propriety. Besides, I am still a criminal. I'd better wait for news with you."

Dai Chunfeng smiled and closed his eyes again.

At this moment, Zhang Yi didn't understand that He Shangyi must have reported to Dai Chunfeng before the operation and personally guarded him, the primary suspect. He couldn't move an inch and had no idea who the other party had arrested, let alone call the police.

On the other side, Zheng Huhe's back had just disappeared in the stairwell when the ferocious spies rushed in.

Shopkeeper Yang calmly adjusted his clothes and walked over calmly: "With such a big scene, what happened again?"

He Shangyou folded his arms across his chest, looked at him coldly, and winked at a subordinate named Wang Xuedong.

Wang Xuedong stepped forward: "The police station is registering your household registration. Please cooperate and show your ID."

The ID was handed over, with "Yang Wenzhong" written on it.

Wang Xuedong flipped through it casually and glanced at him: "Are you Yang Wenzhong?"

"It's me. What happened?" Shopkeeper Yang glanced at him and then moved his gaze to He Shangyou's face:
"Isn't this Director He? Do you want some foreign wine? Didn't you say last time that you would take care of my business?"

"Cuff him." He Shangyou sneered and pushed him aside, walked into the room, and stopped by the stove. As if he had a dog's sense of smell, he glanced at the stairs and waved his hand, saying, "Search, not a single trace, not a single corner can be left out!"

Two secret agents held Yang Wenzhong hostage, while the others carefully went upstairs holding guns.

The spies were rummaging around in the room, making a ping-pong noise. Shopkeeper Yang only raised his eyelids once, looked at He Shangyou briefly, and then lowered his eyes again.

At this time, Wang Xuedong came down from the second floor quickly: "Director, there is no one upstairs."

Hearing this, Shopkeeper Yang finally felt relieved and angrily asked, "Director He, what on earth do you want to do? What are you looking for?"

He Shangyou said "hmm" expressionlessly, as a response to Captain Wang, then walked to Shopkeeper Yang and sneered, "Shopkeeper Yang's hands are very quick. It seems that he didn't leave any clues for us."

"I don't know what you are talking about. Do you know what you are doing? This is Commander Wang's business. You are abusing your power and arresting civilians at will. I want to complain!"

"Good acting, Captain Wang, can you tell Mr. Yang what we are looking for?"

"The murder weapon!" Wang Xuedong pretended to take out a gray ID and shook it. "I am the captain of the first team of the Criminal Police Department of the Yuzhong Branch of the Shancheng Police Department. Someone reported that you are related to a murder case. Please return to the police station now to assist us in the investigation."

"If you want to accuse someone of a crime, you can always find a pretext for it." Shopkeeper Yang sneered.

"It's not too late to talk about this in the interrogation room. Take him away!"

Zheng Huhe climbed onto the roof of the house and flipped over to the next door house. Then he took out the top hat he had bought earlier and put it on. He then turned his coat inside out and put it on before walking out of the house as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, he lowered the brim of his hat and hunched his body, so even the boss selling buns would not be able to recognize him if he didn't look carefully.

Just then, he saw people running in groups of three or four towards the street where Lao Yang's shop was located, and he quickly followed them.

As soon as I arrived at the door, a crowd of onlookers had gathered outside the shop, and Lao Yang was being escorted out by two secret agents.

When Lao Yang saw Lao Zheng standing behind the crowd, he looked at him calmly, as if he was a stranger with no connection to him.

He Shangyou stood behind Lao Yang, and at this moment he took a step back calmly, standing on the steps with his hands crossed, and carefully observing the crowd below. From a high vantage point, he could see every move of the crowd below, even their expressions clearly.

"Director, what are you looking at?" Wang Xuedong saw his stern expression and came over to ask.

"Ever heard of Hans Gross?"

"Who?"

"You wouldn't know even if I told you. A foreigner who is very knowledgeable about criminal psychology, according to his statistics, after a murder occurs, there is a more than 24% chance that the criminal will return to the scene within hours to check."

Wang Xuedong looked depressed: "What does this have to do with us arresting people?"

He Shangyou snorted and lowered his voice, "Let me ask you, we followed him and cut off his phone calls, wasn't it to force Yang's accomplice to show up? Just now they staged such a scene right under our noses. Now that we have arrested Yang, do you think his accomplices will be hiding nearby and spying on us?"

".You are right."

He Shangyou nodded: "In short, you have to remember one thing, his accomplices will come back to gather intelligence, and they are likely hiding in the crowd here right now."

His eyes swept across the faces of every onlooker. He believed that as long as they were Yang Wenzhong's accomplices, they would not remain indifferent when seeing their comrades being arrested.

"Eh——" As expected, a person came into his sight.

This man, about fifty years old, wearing a well-tailored gray coat, a black hat, and a mustache, stood at the front of the crowd, one hand on his waist, the other holding a cigarette, his face gloomy. While other onlookers were looking around or whispering to each other, he looked anxious and worried.

He Shangyou looked at him, and he immediately turned his head away, then secretly glanced at Yang Wenzhong a few times, and whispered something to a capable young man who looked like a waiter behind him. He Shangyou was startled and thought, could he really be Yang Wenzhong's accomplice?
Wang Xuedong followed his gaze and noticed the man, and immediately whispered, "Director, this man..."

He Shangyou hushed, nodded, and calmly gestured to Wang Xuedong to lean closer to his ear:
"This man looks extremely suspicious. Keep an eye on him and see where he goes. Find out his identity. Remember, don't alert him."

"Uh, Director, this person is Butler Hu, the manager of Commander Wang's residence. There's no need to investigate, right?"

"So it's someone from the Wang family." He Shangyou nodded and suddenly started scolding, "Where's the car? Why hasn't it arrived yet? Take the criminal back immediately."

"I'll go and urge them right away." Wang Xuedong hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd, jogging while muttering, "Just now it was you who said that the car was too conspicuous and that you didn't want it to drive over. Now you're blaming me?"

Soon, three cars drove over. He Shangyou turned and got into the second one, and the secret agent rudely pushed Yang into the third one.

Wang Xuedong ordered plainclothes officers to seal the store. Seeing a bucket of water at the door, he walked over and kicked it over, scolding the onlookers: "What are you looking at? Are you bored? Go away!"

The three cars drove away, and the people who were watching the excitement also scattered. The surroundings gradually returned to calm. Zheng Huhe stood stiffly in place, looking at the clear water that was invading the ground and gradually becoming turbid, his eyes red.

"The 41st anniversary celebration will be held in a few days. There will be entertainment performances in the evening. Has your Judicial Department prepared any performances?"

In the office, Dai Chunfeng was talking slowly about this and that. Zhang Yi was about to speak when the phone on the desk suddenly rang.

Zhang Yi's heart suddenly tightened.

Could it be He Shangyou?

Has he caught someone?
Who was arrested?

Dai Chunfeng picked up the phone, listened to a few words, and smiled. Finally, he said, "Send him directly to the interrogation room," and hung up the phone. He stood up and looked at Zhang Yi, saying meaningfully:
"Director He has already brought the person back. The interrogation is the responsibility of your judicial department. You should play the leading role. Go ahead. I am waiting for your good news."

"Yes, I will ensure that the task is completed." Zhang Yi stepped forward and saluted.

The interrogation room was in the basement, dark and damp. Zhang Yi tightened his collar, silently took out a cigarette and took a few puffs, clearing away all his emotions before continuing to walk.

The door of the interrogation room was tightly closed, and two plainclothes officers stood at the door waiting for orders. Seeing Zhang Yi coming from the end of the corridor, they greeted him respectfully:
"Virgo."

"Where is the chief?"

"inside."

"Okay." Zhang Yi nodded and pushed the door open. There were no other spies in the room except He Shangyou, Wang Xuedong and a recorder from the Judicial Department.

The interrogation room was dimly lit. Shopkeeper Yang was fixed on the interrogation chair. He Shangyou was looking at him with a mocking expression:
"Should we talk about it now, or should we talk about it after the torture?"

Shopkeeper Yang looked at him calmly without making any comment.

"Congratulations, Lao He. I just said I'd like to drink your celebratory wine. You've made a contribution so quickly?" Zhang Yi glanced at Yang Wenzhong indifferently, with a curious look on his face, "Who is this person?"

"Red Party. Boss Dai told you, it was this man who helped the reporter escape. We took a lot of effort to find him." He Shangyou smiled and made up a story. He took Yang Wenzhong's ID from Wang Xuedong and handed it to Zhang Yi.

"Yang Wenzhong? What a good name." Zhang Yi praised, threw his ID on the table, sat down in the presiding judge's seat, and said, "Now that everyone is here, let's get started!"

He Shangyou looked unhappy and said indifferently, "After all, this is Director Zhang's home court. You decide what to do. I'll just sit in."

As he spoke, he also sat down, but deliberately kept a distance from Zhang Yi.

Seeing that both superiors had sat down, Wang Xuedong didn't think too much and pulled a chair from the side, moved behind He Shangyou, and prepared to sit down.

"No one has invited you to sit down yet, right?" Zhang Yi suddenly stared at Wang Xuedong.

Wang Xuedong had half of his body gone down, and now he stood there stiffly, looking at Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi had a blank expression on his face: "This is the Judicial Department. If you want to participate in the interrogation, please state your position and name first."

This is called a show of force!

Wang Xuedong stood up slowly, feeling extremely angry. He cursed Zhang Yi fiercely in his heart. The prisoners were all sitting, so why couldn't he sit? What happened to the Judicial Department? He was the one who caught the prisoner. With a gloomy face, he looked at He Shangyou.

He Shangyou, who had been gloomy all the time, suddenly raised his head and said, "Director Zhang, what are you doing? He is my man, there is no need to report his position or name, right? Xuedong, sit down."

This is called the board.

With He Shangyou's support, Wang Xuedong immediately sat down and crossed his legs provocatively.

"Get out!" Zhang Yi slapped the table, then stood up suddenly, his eyes flashing like lightning, pointed at the door of the interrogation room, and shouted at Wang Xuedong, "If you don't tell me your name and position, get out immediately! Guards!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two guards armed with guns rushed in.

Wang Xuedong was really frozen there.

"Xuedong, you go out first." He Shangyou was silent for a while, then gave Wang Xuedong a look without revealing his feelings. Although he was annoyed, he knew that this was not the time to challenge. He sneered in his heart. When he was tortured and Yang Wenzhong confessed, he would personally hear him confess about the 24 prisoners. At that time, Zhang Yi's face must be very interesting. Humph, you are a Zhongshan wolf, and you will be rampant when you succeed. Be patient for a while, or I will dig your own grave.

(End of this chapter)