Spy wars start with lurking Secretary Hong

Chapter 405 The Harton Development Plan

Hong Zhi gathered a few people and headed straight for Zhou Yi's house.

Zizi!

Zhou Yi rang the doorbell.

Aunt Liu opened the door and welcomed the group inside.

"Zhiyou, would you like milk tea or regular tea?" Zhou Yi asked.

"No need to be polite, I'll just take a look and leave."

Hong Zhiyou looked around at the quaint and imposing house with his hands behind his back.

"Captain Zhou, is this a palace you're staying in?" Hong Zhiyou said with a smile.

"This house used to belong to a Russian merchant."

"They were beheaded in Moscow during the October Revolution, and the house has been abandoned ever since."

"There are quite a few houses like this in Harbin."

"When I was working in the police affairs section, Director Liu gave me a set."

“The place he lives in is what you call a palace.”

Zhou Yi explained it very casually.

As he spoke, he instructed Liu Ma: "Break a pot of milk tea and add plenty of beef jerky."

"Section Chief Hong?"

"Why are you here?"

The voices woke Gu Qiuyan, who was resting in bed during her pregnancy. She stood on the stairs, her surprise mixed with a hint of welcoming joy.

"sister in law.

"That's right, we detected abnormal radio waves in this area yesterday."

"As required by the Security Bureau and the Military Police, the department needs public officials in this area to conduct self-examinations. Section Chief Gao asked me to come and assist Captain Zhou in his self-examination."

Hong Zhi laughed loudly.

"Radio waves?" Gu Qiuyan feigned confusion, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

“You don’t understand, don’t ask so many questions. Section Chief Hong, Xiao Li, you two investigate.” Zhou Yi frowned and hinted at her, raising his hand as he spoke.

"Check carefully."

"Xiao Zhang, go take the photos. You need to hand them over to the security bureau later."

"This concerns Captain Zhou's honor, so we must be clear and thorough."

Hong Zhiyou waved his hand and made the arrangements.

"Section Chief Hong, please come up to the living room on the second floor," Zhou Yi invited.

We arrived at the second floor.

Aunt Liu served up a steaming cup of milk tea.

Gu Qiuyan then prepared melon seeds and a fruit platter, and the three of them sat down.

"Sister-in-law, I heard you play the piano. May I have the honor of hearing you play a piece?" Hong Zhiyou asked with a smile.

Gu Qiuyan looked at Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Play a tune, Section Chief Hong is no outsider."

"All right.

"I haven't played for quite a few days, so I'm a bit rusty," Gu Qiuyan said.

She thought Hong Zhiyou was testing her to see if she had actually studied piano.

Hong Zhiyou, however, wanted to hear a song in a truly authentic way.

I miss my Wanqiu and Ruirui.

They also play the piano quite well.

Wanqiu should still be studying at Beiyang University in Tianjin at this time.

Mu Liancheng is currently riding high on her success, and she should still be living a carefree life.

Rui Rui is the same age as me, and right now she's probably facing the dilemma of whether or not to study abroad.

Or perhaps they sought refuge from the Japanese invasion in Guangdong.

Gu Qiuyan played Tchaikovsky's "Barcarolle".

Hong Zhiyou wasn't very skilled at the piano and couldn't tell the difference in skill level, but compared to Wanqiu's charming eyes and gentleness when she played, it was really uninteresting.

Zhou Yi, however, looked completely enjoying himself.

He seemed very proud of his wife.

He's a movie star.

"Section Chief Hong, how was it?" Zhou Yi asked with a smile after the piece was finished.

"Good.

"Sister-in-law, play two more songs," Hong Zhi said.

He found it boring and it was just a way to stall for time.

Gu Qiuyan panicked a little.

The telegraph machine was hidden under the piano.

Because the hidden compartment of the piano was deliberately enlarged, the piano's intonation was inherently problematic.

She was afraid that if she continued playing, she would give herself away.

Gu Qiuyan looked at Zhou Yi, who gave her a barely perceptible look.

"it is good."

She started playing again.

Soon, the two people downstairs searched high and low, even checking the floor and wall tiles, but found nothing.

The two quickly went upstairs.

"Section Chief Hong, the check downstairs is complete, no problems found," said Xiao Li, holding up his camera.

"Captain Zhou, do you mind if we live upstairs?"

Hong Zhi asked a question.

"Of course, official business must be handled officially, and no one is exempt."

"Xiao Li, just search the same way you usually do."

Zhou Yi smiled and gave the instructions.

"Yes."

The two men, one holding a metal detector and the other a camera, searched every corner of the room.

This instrument is not a new invention.

Originally designed to detect listening devices, it wasn't very effective; it could only be detected when placed close to brick or wooden boards, and it became useless beyond a certain distance.

During this time, Zhou Yi also went to open the bedroom door.

The two of them rummaged through drawers and cabinets.

They even searched through Gu Qiuyan's wardrobe, her messy underwear, under the bed, on the ceiling, and so on.

"Sister-in-law, may I offer some suggestions?"

Seeing that the investigation was almost complete, Hong Zhi tapped the table lightly a few times with his left hand.

"Section Chief Hong, please speak," Gu Qiuyan said.

"I hear you playing Russian music."

"That place is now under the Soviet Union's red regime, and there was a war between Japan and Russia before. Although art has no borders, I still suggest you play some other pieces."

“Being pro-Russian is often misinterpreted as being pro-Soviet or pro-Red.”

"It's better to be cautious."

Hong Zhiyou said.

Gu Qiuyan's expression changed slightly, and she nodded, saying, "Thank you for the reminder."

"It sounds like you can play the piano too?" Zhou Yi interjected.

“You know a bit, do you mind if I use the piano for a bit?” Hong Zhiyou said.

"This..." Gu Qiuyan's heart jumped to her throat.

"What's wrong, sister-in-law? You can't bear to part with her?" Hong Zhi asked, pressing for her reluctance.

A cold glint flashed in Zhou Yi's eyes, and he smiled faintly: "What's there to be reluctant about? A zither is meant to be played."

"This violin isn't a high-end one, you'll have to make do with it." Gu Qiuyan stood up.

Hong Zhi sat down; he only had a rudimentary skill level.

The songs were the same ones that were used to fool Hu Die and Wan Qiu back then.

But the music is just so catchy.

The song "Autumn Sunshine" somehow evoked a wintery romance, leaving Gu Qiuyan speechless.

Although Hong Zhiyou's playing wasn't very good.

The piano playing was inaccurate and terrible.

But that romantic atmosphere, so out of step with the times, can still bring a brief moment of relaxation and peace to one's soul.

It's being played.

Xiao Li and his companion came out, and Zhu Xiaonian, who was in charge of the testing, said, "Section Chief Hong, we've checked everything, except... except for this!"

He pointed to the piano.

Hong Zhiyou closed his eyes, his ten fingers flitting like butterflies among flowers, as if he were completely absorbed in the moment.

Zhou Yi raised his index finger to make a shushing gesture.

Zhu Xiaonian shut his mouth.

After the piece was finished, Hong Zhi opened his eyes and asked, "Is the examination complete?"

"The inspection is complete, except for this piano," Zhu Xiaonian said.

"This violin is not cheap."

"Forget it, this doesn't seem like a place to hide a radio station."

"It would be such a shame to break it."

Hong Zhi stood up and gave the instructions.

Zhu Xiaonian was about to speak when Xiao Li gently poked him with her finger, her face full of flattery and respect:
"Captain Zhou, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"The entire inspection has been completed, and no radio stations were found."

"Section Chief Hong, please sign this."

Hong Zhiyou took the pen, quickly signed his name, and stood up, saying, "Sister-in-law, then we won't disturb you any longer."

"Captain Zhou, you can leave the car here. Xiao Li and I will head back first."

"Thank you for your hard work, Section Chief Hong." Zhou Yi and Gu Qiuyan saw them off downstairs.

I watched the car drive away.

The two closed the courtyard gate and returned home.

"Aunt Liu, mop the floor later and tidy up the mess downstairs," Gu Qiuyan said.

Arrived upstairs.

Zhou Yi threw the clothes he had turned over onto the ground, then picked up a mop and started mopping the floor.

"What are you doing?" Gu Qiuyan asked.

"I'm not used to other people touching my things," Zhou Yi said, displaying a strong aversion to germs.

"I'll do it," Gu Qiuyan said.

"No need, you already have one, right? If anything goes wrong, I can't take the responsibility," Zhou Yi said coldly.

Gu Qiuyan glanced at him and smiled unconsciously.

"Sigh."

"It was close today. If they were to inspect the piano, they would definitely find something out."

"Luckily, Hong Zhi had the urge to play a piece, otherwise we would all be finished."

Gu Qiuyan said with lingering fear.

"Itchy hands?
“He did it on purpose,” Zhou Yi replied with certainty.

He didn't really trust Gu Qiuyan and didn't mention Wang Dachun's matter.

But if yesterday was a trap, it's very likely that they were waiting for him to fall into it.

Today, Hong Zhiyou could catch them in the act.

He made Qiu Yan play the piano to buy time.

And just as the two were about to finish their tests, he insisted on playing a piece of music despite Qiu Yan's reluctance.

It was not rudeness.

It was a deliberate cover-up.

In conclusion, Zhou Yi is certain that Hong Zhiyou is helping him.

"Intentional?"

"You mean, he knew we hid the radio transmitter inside the piano?" Gu Qiuyan asked in surprise.

"Probably.

"Do you think someone who can play such a beautiful piece of music would not understand the piano?"
"He can definitely tell there's something wrong with the violin just by its pitch."

"Otherwise, they wouldn't have stopped Zhu Xiaonian."

Zhou Yidao.

Gu Qiuyan breathed a sigh of relief, a blush rising on her face, and said, "This person is Gao Bin's nephew. With his help, your work will be much easier."

Is he one of ours?

"It's possible, but it shouldn't be from the Manchurian Provincial Committee. It's most likely a secret dispatch from the Yancheng headquarters."

"It could also be someone from the Military Intelligence Bureau."

"Of course, we can't be too optimistic, lest the other party is playing the long game and catching a big fish."

"We must be more careful in our future actions."

Zhou Yi said very calmly.

"Moreover, there are still difficulties to overcome."

"He was arrested for sending the telegram."

"Not sending messages and suddenly going silent will arouse suspicion."

"Gao Bin's move is baffling."

He paused, then sighed softly.

"Then what should we do?" Gu Qiuyan asked with wide eyes.

"have no idea.

"About the radio station."

"Sun Yuejian's matter is not over yet. That prostitute has been transferred to the military police, and there's still Old Wang who hasn't been dealt with."

"And the medicine, and the whereabouts of Xiao Dong and Sun Yuejian."

"Everything is in a mess, and I'm getting confused myself."

"I'm tired," Zhou Yi said wearily. Gu Qiuyan looked at him, and after the surprise inspection at the entrance, she understood that Zhou Yi hadn't been exaggerating.

Gao Bin was far more dangerous than he had imagined.

"How about we take a day off today?" Gu Qiuyan suggested.

"No.

"The radio station is safe for the time being."

"Don't go out recently, and call me immediately if anything happens."

Zhou Yi gave the instructions.

"I understand." Gu Qiuyan nodded honestly.

After Zhou Yi finished mopping the floor, he told Gu Qiuyan to wash all the clothes before putting on his clothes and going downstairs.

"Could you ask Section Chief Hong to write that piece of music for me?"

Gu Qiuyan seemed to remember something, and chased after them to the stairwell, peeking out and calling out.

Zhou Yi ignored her and went straight out the door.

……

office.

Gao Bin told Xiao Li and his colleague to quickly develop the film, then closed the door and asked:
Are you sure there's no problem?

“No problem.

“Every floor tile, wall tile, and ceiling has been inspected. There are no hidden compartments or metallic noises,” Hong Zhiyou answered truthfully.

"It's good that there are no problems."

“A talent like Zhou Yi would be a terrifying thing if he were a member of the Red Ticket or the Military Intelligence Bureau.” Gao Bin nodded.

Just then, there was a knock on the door: "Section Chief, it's me, Liu Kui."

"Come in," Gao Bin said.

Liu Kui walked in, his temper flaring, and said, "Section Chief, we just detected moving radio waves in Daowai District."

"Mobile radio waves?" Gao Bin didn't understand.

"Our investigation revealed that someone was sending telegrams from a modified truck, which, according to eyewitnesses, came from the Jihong Bridge area."

“We visited the area and found that the driver had lived there before.”

Liu Kui said.

"It seems that Captain Zhou was indeed wronged."

"Send someone to monitor that room immediately."

"Furthermore, track down that truck at all costs. We must find it and catch it red-handed," Gao Bin ordered.

"We probably can't find anyone to stake out in that rented room. One person is enough; there's no need to waste police resources."

"The signal monitoring vehicle was in that area yesterday, and given the recent investigation into Sun Yuejian, it's normal that he has moved away."

Hong Zhiyou raised objections.

“Okay, Liu Kui, go and arrest him.” Gao Bin nodded, finding the suggestion quite reasonable.

Just as he was about to leave, Lu Ming walked in again, almost bumping into Liu Kui.

"Section Chief, the Security Bureau has sent over Gu Qiuyan's file for review." Lu Ming handed it over.

Gao Bin quickly took it.

The security bureau usually only sends a call back when there's a problem.

"Hospital examination report...three months pregnant?" Gao Bin glanced at the two of them, raised an eyebrow, and continued:
“I remember three months ago, Captain Zhou was still on a mission inside the pass.”

"Looks like Captain Zhou has been cuckolded," Hong Zhiyou said jokingly.

"Hmm, that's possible. Look at that Mrs. Zhou, she looks at everyone with hooked eyes, and she's also very beautiful."

"They had only been married for less than six months when Captain Zhou went to the interior of the pass."

"It's only natural that something like this might happen."

Lu Ming immediately chuckled dryly and echoed.

"You can just do a quick investigation into this."

"Lu Ming, let me remind you, Captain Zhou is a respectable man. If you dare to slap him, he'll slap you across the face."

"A superior is a superior, understand?"

Gao Bin, fearing that Lu Ming might gossip, gave him a reminder.

"Don't worry, Section Chief, this matter will stay buried here," Lu Ming nodded.

Just then, a guard walked in:
"Chief Gao, the military police have arrived."

Gao Bin went to the door himself and saw an officer with a small mustache, wearing a yellow military overcoat, walking in arrogantly, surrounded by several Japanese soldiers.

Everyone in the hall lowered their heads.

The visitor was none other than Murakami Masayuki, the captain of the Harbin Military Police.

Liu Zhenwen quickly led Gao Bin and the others forward to greet them.

"Captain Murakami, what brings you here?" Liu Zhenwen asked with a smile.

"Who is Lu Ming?" Murakami asked in Japanese.

"Lu Ming, the village head wants to see you," Gao Bin said.

Lu Ming was overjoyed, thinking that the village had come to commend him, and hurriedly stepped forward, bowing and scraping: "Captain, I am Lu Ming."

"Snapped!"

Murakami raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

The Japanese soldier was incredibly strong. Caught off guard, Lu Ming staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

"Captain, this is..."

"idiot!"

Before Lu Ming could speak, Murakami pulled out a pistol, pressed it against Lu Ming's head, and clicked open the safety latch.

Everyone was on tenterhooks.

"Director, Section Chief!" Lu Ming's legs trembled as he looked at Liu Zhenwen and Gao Bin.

Liu Zhenwen pretended not to hear.

He does have connections, but resources shouldn't be wasted on Lu Ming.

Lu Ming was mentored by Gao Bin, and if Zhou Yi needed help, Gao Bin might even lend a hand.

The key point is that the Japanese must have done something really wrong to come knocking on our door.

He didn't need to take the lead.

"Captain Murakami, please explain what mistake Section Chief Lu made." Hong Zhiyou stepped forward, speaking fluent Japanese.

"Who are you?" Murakami was quite surprised and almost mistook Hong Zhiyou for a Japanese.

"My name is Hong Zhiyou, and I am the head of the Economics Section."

"Graduated from the Tokyo Army Academy, where he studied under General Ichiro Sakanishi."

Hongzhi has the Way.

"Yoshi!"

Captain Murakami put away his gun, pointed it at Lu Ming, and began speaking broken Chinese:
"This person is extremely bad."

"He arrested my informant, tortured her into confessing, and forced her to admit that she was a 'red ticket' and that she had lied about her achievements."

"Such a despicable act is absolutely intolerable to the military personnel of the Imperial Japanese Empire."

"Captain Village, do you mean that Meng Xiaolian, whom Lu Ming arrested, is one of your people, not Sun Yuejian?" Gao Bin asked seriously. He usually interacted with the village chief more casually.

"That's right.

"Meng Xiaolian, the little white shoe of the black swan, is a prostitute who is an informant for our military police."

"She is trying to win over a pro-government voter."

"But you bunch of stupid guys captured her and crippled her, and my plan is completely ruined."

"I suspect he's the real red vote."

Murakami pointed at Lu Ming and said coldly.

Zhou Yi, who happened to walk in, overheard everything. A thought struck him, and he stood aside without saying a word.

The black swan prostitute "Little White Shoes," and Xu Laoqi from the renovation team—Chun San had told him earlier that these were the military police's covert agents.

Zhou Yi probably guessed what would happen when Hong Zhiyou used this move.

What alarmed him was that members of an organization in Harbin were secretly interacting with prostitutes, and it seemed they were about to be successfully turned.

If we don't find this person, Lao Wei might be in serious trouble.

"Section Chief, Section Chief, I arrested him based on the sketch. You have to plead for me and explain yourself!" Lu Ming was in a panic.

"Captain Murakami."

"It's cold outside, let's talk inside."

Hong Zhi raised his hand and said.

As Ichiro Sakanishi's disciple, he has the right to speak.

Captain Murakami shook his military uniform and entered Hong Zhiyou's office first.

"Captain Murakami."

"Please take a seat."

Hong Zhi skillfully performed the tea ceremony and poured Murakami a cup.

"What do you want to say?" Murakami asked.

“Sir, I think Lu Ming did a great job. He deserves your praise and respect,” Hong Zhiyou said.

"What's the meaning?
"He almost killed my informant and ruined my plans, and you say that's good?"

Murakami frowned and said unhappily.

"It depends on which aspect you're looking at it from."

"If I'm not mistaken, the red ticket you had Little White Shoes turn to is probably a small fry on the periphery, right?"
"You're trying to cast a long line, using small fish to catch big fish."

“But I wasn’t wrong. He doesn’t have any clues or information about the big fish yet. Otherwise, given the style of the military police, they would have arrested him long ago,” Hong Zhiyou analyzed.

“You truly are a student of Ichiro Sakanishi. That’s right, this person is an outsider for the Red Ticket.” Murakami said.

"So you're saying it's not very valuable?"

"But Meng Xiaolian in her white shoes is very valuable."

She is Sun Yuejian.

"It's a big fish from Fengtian."

"Lieutenant General Shirakawa of the Xinjing Military Police Headquarters is someone who values ​​results. It's almost Chinese New Year, and we've finally managed to catch a big fish in Harbin."

"Now that she's been caught, you want to release her? Isn't that ruining your future?"
"Meng Xiaolian is your informant; catching even a small fry is valuable."

"She is still more valuable than Sun Yuejian."

"Sir, you might want to think about this carefully."

Hong Zhi asked with a faint smile.

Murakami hesitated; he hadn't even considered the question.

At this moment, after Hong Zhi gave her a hint, she realized that it might not be so bad if Meng Xiaolian was "Sun Yuejian".

Lieutenant General Cheng Cang has been cracking down on red tickets and has long been dissatisfied with the situation in Harbin.

This is indeed an opportunity.

Just as he hesitated, Hong Zhiyou got up, opened a drawer, took out two gold bars, and pushed them in front of him:

"Captain Murakami, today's incident is a misunderstanding."

"Lu Ming is a loyal soldier of the empire."

"He shouldn't be forgotten."

"This is just a small token of my appreciation. I hope the captain will allow him to make amends for his past mistakes."

“I know, this is just a matter of your report.”

"Because in the eyes of Lieutenant General Cheng Cang, all of this is insignificant unless you actually capture the leader of the Harbin Red Ticket underground organization."

“But does anyone know that he isn’t?” Murakami said.

Someone will take care of him.

"When a person dies, they confess in person before their death, and everything corresponds to their confession."

"Meng Xiaolian usually has the habit of eating in two places, selling in Fengtian and Harbin, which is completely consistent with the identity of 'Sun Yuejian' as the contact person in Fengtian and Harbin."

"Isn't it perfect?"

Hong Zhiyou raised his teacup.

"Mr. Hong, you are very interesting."

"Next time I come, I hope we'll drink sake."

Murakami did not raise his glass, but stood up and walked away nimbly.

We arrived at the lobby.

No one dared to utter a sound.

Lu Ming, in particular, was so trembling that he was about to wet himself.

Just as he was still in shock, Murakami walked up to Lu Ming with a cold expression.

“Captain Murakami.” Lu Ming swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"I have found out that Meng Xiaolian is giving conflicting testimonies; she is actually Sun Yuejian."

"Lu Jun, your loyalty is beyond compare."

A smile suddenly appeared on Murakami's usually expressionless face, and he patted Lu Ming's shoulder heavily.

"Ah, hehe."

Lu Mingren was completely stunned; his expression was indistinguishable between crying and laughing.

“Lu Ming.”

"You've done a great job this time, you should thank the village chief," Liu Zhenwen reminded him with a smile.

"Thank you, Captain Murakami."

"Thank you."

Lu Ming snapped out of his daze and quickly bowed to express his gratitude.

"Director Liu, Section Chief Gao, thank you for your hard work. I will recommend the Harbin Police Department and you to the higher authorities for commendation."

Murakami glanced at the crowd, then turned and left.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Ming, in particular, turned pale and broke out in a cold sweat, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Hong Zhi saw them off at the door and waved as the group from the village departed.

Damn, the Japanese are so quick to get paid and do their jobs. Don't they ever try to be polite or ask for more money?

The efficiency is simply off the charts.

Hong Zhi suddenly realized that these guys might be even more greedy and easier to fool than American soldiers. As long as the money was right, it wouldn't be a problem to create a "Bingcheng Pass".

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(End of this chapter)