My spy diary

Chapter 520 Transfer
"I don't know where this blind beggar came from, shouting and yelling. I have already had him kicked out."

"Blind beggar?" He Shangyou said to himself suspiciously. He felt that the blind beggar who suddenly appeared was a little strange. He thought to himself and glanced at Yang Wenzhong warily. He walked a few steps to the door and asked Wang Xuedong in a low voice:
"What's the little boy's name?"

"Yang Kang." Wang Xuedong knew he was asking for the name of Yang Wenzhong's son. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Do you suspect he is a member of the Red Party?"

"You never go too far wrong."

He Shangyou shook his head. Even if the child was not called Yang Xiaobao, this uninvited guest came at a very good time. A doubt quietly arose in He Shangyou's mind, but at this moment he had no time to think about it. He would definitely focus all his energy on the confession.

After a moment's silence, he asked quietly, "Are there any other anomalies?"

"No, there are our people everywhere. Not even a rat can sneak in."

"We still can't be careless. Go and give them some instructions so that they can cheer up."

"Yes."

He Shangyou quietly loosened the gun handle with his right hand and closed the ward door. Seeing that Yang Wenzhong's right hand was still trying to hold the pen but hadn't written a single word, he frowned. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the other party tremblingly writing a word on the paper. He hurried over to take a look.

"Hungry?" The word "hungry" gave He Shangyou more confidence. Being willing to eat proved that he wanted to live. He asked quickly:
"What do you want to eat?"

"Noodle."

The two words appeared on the paper again.

"Someone come here." He Shangyou immediately called in a spy guarding the door. "The hospital has a cafeteria. Ask them to make a bowl of noodles with a few more eggs. Remember, you have to watch it in person."

After giving these instructions, he picked up a newspaper, sat opposite the bed, and looked up from time to time to see Yang Wenzhong's movements.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes, Yang Wenzhong remained calm. Gradually, he was no longer able to support his body, and even couldn't hold the pen. The pen slid down the side of the bed and fell to the ground with a "pop". He Shangyou's face darkened, and only then did he realize that Yang Wenzhong's face had turned from pale to sallow.

Not good! He Shangyou realized that the situation was not good. He rushed to the bed and saw that the snow-white quilt was faintly oozing blood. His face became even uglier.

He pulled back the quilt with a loud bang, and saw blood all over it.

He Shangyou's face changed drastically. He quickly covered Yang Wenzhong's wrist which was still bleeding and shouted, "Someone, call a doctor, call a doctor quickly--"

But it was too late. When the doctor rushed into the ward, Yang Wenzhong was already dead. The blood on the bed sheet was bright red.

But Yang Wenzhong had a smile on his face, even though it looked a little creepy.

It is a smile of facing death with indifference, a smile of a winner, a smile of never giving up.

Time passed by minute by minute, and in the dean's office, the chess game that had been played countless times had long become boring. Mao Qiwu looked at his watch and became a little impatient. He glanced at Zhang Yi, who looked tired but showed no other signs of emotion. He thought for a moment and said:

"Let's go get something to eat together?"

"Okay." Zhang Yi nodded.

"Bang!" Just as the two men stood up, a plainclothes officer suddenly pushed the door open. He looked panicked and rushed in without even knocking on the door.

Mao Qiqi saw that he looked strange and had a bad feeling. He stood up suddenly and asked, "What happened?"

"The prisoner committed suicide."

"suicide?"

Although he was mentally prepared, Zhang Yi was still shocked by the tragic scene when he rushed into the emergency room.

The bed sheets were stained red with blood, and Yang Wenzhong was lying on them with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Director He, what happened? Was it homicide or suicide?" Mao Qiwu had a gloomy face and even spoke in a dark voice.

He Shangyou looked grim: "He committed suicide. I thought he was going to eat something, but who would have thought..." He explained Yang Wenzhong's actions just now, and then said, "Now it seems that the blind beggar just now is very suspicious. Maybe his accomplices are passing on information to him."

Mao Qiwu frowned: "A blind beggar? What message is he delivering?"

He Shangyou lowered his head sadly: "Our agent who was guarding Yang Wenzhong's son was knocked unconscious, and the child was rescued. Now that I think about it, he heard the beggar's words and realized that his son had been rescued and he had no worries, so he prepared to commit suicide."

Mao Qiwu nodded regretfully: "Where is the beggar?"

He Shangyou looked annoyed: "What a pity. I was busy with the interrogation and didn't have time to dig deeper into this clue. The person has disappeared."

Zhang Yi stood there indifferently, as if he didn't hear them talking.

"Director Zhang, what do you think about this?" Mao Qiwu looked at him.

"A good man was killed by you guys like this, what else can I say?" Zhang Yi snorted coldly, looked at him twice, then looked at He Shangyou, and walked out expressionlessly, but Wang Xuedong blocked his way: "Director Zhang..."

"Pa" Zhang Yi waved his hand and slapped him.

Wang Xuedong was stunned. Seeing Zhang Yi raising his hand to hit him again, he reacted and grabbed Zhang Yi's hand: "Director Zhang, you can't do that now."

He Shangyou interrupted him and shouted to Wang Xuedong and his plainclothes officers, "You guys get out first."

Wang Xuedong shook off Zhang Yi’s hand and left with the plainclothes officers.

Zhang Yi snorted coldly and looked at the two of them with a smile: "Can I leave now?"

There was no sudden storm, he just asked lightly, but it actually made the two of them shudder.

He Shangyou had a gloomy look on his face as he walked out of the hospital building with several agents.

He didn't expect Yang Wenzhong to commit suicide right under his nose. Who gave him the information? Who was behind the blind beggar? How did they rescue the child? He had too many questions in his mind.

He got into the car with a frown on his face, lost in thought, until Wang Xuedong beside him called out to him several times, and he finally came to his senses.

"Director, should we go back to the bureau first?"

"Oh, let's go back to the bureau first."

He Shangyou wanted to go back and see Director Dai.

The mountain city at dusk was gloomy, rainy, sad and silent.

Zhang Yi dragged his heavy feet back home. Just as he sat down, there was a knock on the door.

He stood up and opened the door. The light outside was dim. A dusty man was standing there. Under the brim of his hat was a very familiar face.

It was raining heavily outside the window and the sky was getting darker. A small orange table lamp was lit in the house, warm and private.

Zhang Yi sat on the sofa and tried to calmly recount the process of Yang Wenzhong's arrest and sacrifice: "Everyone has to die, some are lighter than a feather, some are heavier than Mount Tai. He kept his promise and never betrayed anyone until his death."

Zheng Huhe tried his best to remain calm, stuffing snacks into his mouth one by one, and said with a sob: "The warrior will never come back once he leaves. He is a true warrior."

There was a long silence. "Every life that is born towards death is growing passionately." Zhang Yi didn't want to let the sad atmosphere spread, so he changed the subject and asked, "Is his son safe?"

Zheng Huhe nodded: "I'm out of danger now, but I'm frightened and can't even speak now."

Zhang Yi couldn't help but sigh.

After a while, Zheng Huhe asked, "How are you doing?"

Zhang Yi waved his hand: "I'm fine. Compared with Lao Yang's sacrifice, a little doubt is nothing."

In fact, Zheng Huhe knew that he shouldn't ask this question. He was a soldier, and he would not avoid it because of misfortune or fortune.
"He Shangyou failed this time. Given his personality, I'm afraid he won't let it go, right?"

When Zhang Yi mentioned He Shangyou, he immediately thought of the young man in the hospital who was secretly whispering with the other party. He took out a pen and paper and sketched a portrait, and handed it to Zheng Huhe:
"Have you seen this person?"

Zheng Huhe picked up the portrait and looked at it carefully: "I've never seen him. Who is he?"

"It should be He Shangyou's informant." Zhang Yi thought and wrote down another license plate number. "You should find a way to check it. I always feel that this person is very important."

"it is good."

On the other side, He Shangyou rushed into Dai Chunfeng's office without even knocking on the door.

"Commander, I am willing to accept the investigation."

Dai Chunfeng certainly understood He Shangyou's frustration. Every time, the truth that was within reach was destroyed by the enemy first. At this moment, even he himself was holding back his anger. However, he held back and asked in a calm tone, "Did someone pass on information to him?"

The hurried footsteps and surging emotions made He Shangyou a little breathless: "Yes. I guess the Red Party made an agreement in advance - once arrested, Yang Wenzhong would bite off his tongue and then be sent to the hospital, so."

"A chain of traps?"

"Yes. But there is still hope. I have mobilized all resources and mobilized both the black and white forces. I will definitely find the blind beggar."

Dai Chunfeng's eyes lit up when he heard that there was a turn for the better. He waited for him to get to the point, but he smacked his lips in anger and said, "What good can we do if we find a blind man? You should go back first."

So He Shangyou could only leave in disgrace.

The three remaining men in the office didn't speak for a long time. Usually when an operation fails, they will hold a meeting to analyze the reasons for the failure, summarize the experience and lessons, and sometimes they can find new clues in the process. But what should they analyze and summarize for today's operation?

Dai Chunfeng had a gloomy face. After thinking for a while, he looked at Adjutant Jia and said, "From now on, the Inspection Office will secretly keep an eye on everyone who knows about Yang Wenzhong's case - remember, everyone."

"Yes."

Adjutant Jia turned and left. Dai Chunfeng glanced at Mao Qiwu and asked, "What do you think?"

"This matter..." Mao Qiwu hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something but stopped talking.

"Brother Shan, just speak frankly."

"An extremely dangerous person is usually an extremely smart person. Even though he didn't do anything this time, it doesn't mean he is innocent."

"what do you mean?"

"I still say the same thing. I would rather kill three thousand people by mistake than let one go. Bureau Chief, we can no longer be so lenient in and out."

"Where is the evidence? The bait has been put down, but the fish didn't take the bait. What do you want me to do? What will others think?" Dai Chunfeng frowned.

"Then..." After hearing this series of question marks, Mao Qiwu sighed dejectedly, "Why not transfer him first? Didn't the reporter run to Shanghai? Send him to catch him back. He went to the occupied area..."

This is to use the Japanese to get rid of Zhang Yi. Dai Chunfeng understood it and frowned, without commenting. As the director, he has deeper considerations and must weigh everything up and down before doing anything.

Seeing Dai Chunfeng's hesitation, Mao Qiwu said earnestly, "Director, we can't let him get in touch with intelligence anymore, otherwise..."

Dai Chunfeng interrupted him, rubbed his temple, and answered the question irrelevantly: "Is Yang Zaixing's injury healed?"

"It's ready."

"Well, let him take over the position of Director of the Judicial Department temporarily. As for Zhang Yi, let him go to the detention center."

Mao Qiwu hesitated to speak, and finally said with a breath-taking: "Yes."

It was raining heavily, and a black car stopped outside a hotel, splashing water. A man in a windbreaker, holding an umbrella and wearing a top hat got out of the car and entered the hotel.

He looked around, went straight up to the third floor, and stopped outside a room.

"Knock-knock-knock", after a long and three short knocks, the door of the room opened.

The man in the windbreaker walked in, locked the door, and looked at the man standing in the darkness.

"Director." The man raised his hand and saluted respectfully.

"Put your hands down. This is not allowed in your area."

"That's true." The man chuckled and turned on the desk lamp.

The lights came on, and one of them was He Shangyou, and the other was the young man he met in the hospital in the afternoon.

This man is called Chen Jianding. He is an undercover agent planted by He Shangyou in the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. He is now the secretary of Meng Zhen, the chief of the Fourth Section of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

Then, Chen Jianding reported all the recent situations to He Shangyou, and emphasized the "Jiangnan Plan".

"Jiangnan Plan? Be more specific."

"It seems to be related to the Red Party in Jiangxi. The plan started last winter. According to Meng Zhen, the results were brilliant."

"Jiangxi?" He Shangyou looked solemn. In March last year, Xiong Fanghui, the head of the Political Science Department and the chairman of Jiangxi Province, established a special working committee in accordance with the spirit of the "Measures to Prevent Alien Party Activities" and made it the province's unified special agent agency. Since the main task of this agency was to oppose the Reds, and Xiong and Dai Chunfeng had a bad relationship, under the argument of Xu Zeng'en of the Central Bureau of Investigation, the director of the special agent committee was Feng Qi, the director of the Central Bureau of Investigation's Party Department, and Zhuang Quan, a Central Bureau of Investigation agent, was appointed as the general secretary.

Under the deliberate exclusion of these two people, all positions above the head of the Special Working Committee were divided up by the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, and all the military bureaucrats were kicked out. This was a major victory for Xu Zeng'en in defeating Dai Chunfeng in Jiangxi in the power struggle between the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics and the military bureaucrats.

"No wonder I haven't received any news." He Shangyou snorted. This Feng Qi was a traitor of the Red Party. He served as the Party Secretary of the All-China Federation of Trade Unions for three consecutive years and was ranked among the top leaders of the Red Party. Later, he was betrayed by the Red Party's number one traitor "Hua Guangqi" and was arrested and defected. And the one called Zhuang Quan was also not a simple identity. He was the leader of the Communist Youth League's transportation group and the secretary of the Organization Department. He also defected because of the betrayal of "Hua Guangqi". These two people are traitors and veteran spies with rich anti-Red experience. The plan they are directly involved in must be a big deal.

So, how can we get a piece of the pie?
"Can you get more clues?"

"Meng Zhen is very cautious and never takes me with him to meetings."

"He always calls, right?"

"of course."

"That's right, isn't it? As long as you put this into his phone, it will save us a lot of trouble. You should know how to use it." He Shangyou said, taking out a bug with two metal wires from his pocket.

(End of this chapter)