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Chapter 1230 "Idol Drama"

He Yijun was shocked inside, but pretended to understand on the surface. He listened to Sima Linglong explaining psychological control techniques to him and others without touching the water on the coffee table.

Now she was sure that the target was a professional intelligence officer, and it was best not to touch anything on the other party's territory.

But the more you fear something, the more likely it will come. After Sima Linglong finished imparting her experience, she saw that He Yijun didn't drink any water, and immediately said something with concern.

"Miss Shao, maybe this Ceylon tea doesn't suit your taste? Never mind, I'll ask the new servant to pour you a new cup and I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Just when He Yijun was in a dilemma, Sima Linglong clapped her hands and called a dark-skinned maid over, and casually told her the name of a tea drink - "pulled tea".

This is a local Malayan milk tea that has only appeared in recent years. It has a sweet and mellow taste and is very popular among Malay Chinese women.

Before she finished her words, the maid calmly took out two teapots and started performing in front of everyone. Her movements were skillful, and soon a cup of foamy pulled tea was delivered to He Yijun's hands.

Looking at the fragrant pulled tea, He Yijun was amazed. The Jinlan Society was well prepared as they could even make such an obscure drink.

Without thinking too much, she picked up the teacup and took a sip. After drinking it, she raised the cup to Sima Linglong, indicating that it tasted good.

Sima Linglong picked up a cigarette, struck a match to light the cigarette butt, pointed at the maid, her red lips moved slightly, and there was an indescribable charm in her hoarse voice.

“As long as Miss Shao is satisfied, I’m glad. Ever since I heard about your situation from Miss Kong, I sent someone to Malaya to find this waitress who is proficient in many Malay dishes and snacks.

She worked in the British Governor's House kitchen for many years and has good cooking skills. If you miss the taste of your hometown in the future, just tell her and say hello to the two of you. "

The maid immediately bent down and greeted He Yijun in the local Malay language with a very respectful attitude.

He Yijun also replied in Malay, with a unique accent of Southeast Asian Chinese, which was obviously different from that of the locals.

While the two were talking, Sima Linglong exhaled a puff of light smoke and leaned lazily into Xiang Fang's ear and spoke.

"I heard that Miss Xiang recently met an anti-Japanese hero. How is he? When can she bring him out for us to see?"

Zhong Xiao and a few others also looked at Xiang Fang curiously. He Yijun was trying to get close to his Malayan "fellow countryman", but his ears were always listening to the movements here.

Xiang Fang blushed and told the story of herself and "Zhang Xiuping". For some reason, she even did not hide the fact that Xiang's father had asked someone to investigate "Zhang Xiuping".

Upon learning that Xiang's father had already thoroughly investigated this anti-Japanese hero who suddenly appeared, Sima Linglong covered her mouth and chuckled, jokingly speaking.

"Look, it's said that parents have endless worries. Fortunately, Captain Zhang knew the situation well and didn't have any bad intentions, otherwise we would be in trouble.

Mr. Xiang was a well-known figure in the underworld back then, with hundreds of strong boatmen and salt workers under his command, and he was least afraid of people with ulterior motives. "

After talking with the maid, He Yijun always felt that Sima Linglong's words were full of hidden meaning, as if she was warning her, so she just smiled and said nothing.

At this time, Sima Linglong looked at her watch and raised her head: "Miss Shao, I'm sorry, Miss Zhong and I still have some private conversations to discuss, how about you go back first?"

He Yijun understood what the other party meant, and immediately stood up and politely said goodbye. Accompanied by the maid, she walked out of the Jinlan Club gate and got into the car.

After telling the driver to go, she leaned back in the back seat and closed her eyes. The car drove on the bumpy road for a few minutes before a familiar male voice came from the driver's seat in front.

"Did you eat anything in there? There is a paper bag under the seat. Induce vomiting immediately."

Zuo Zhong was wearing a baseball cap. He steered the car while giving gentle reminders, his eyes occasionally glancing at He Yijun in the rearview mirror.

Upon receiving the order, He Yijun rolled down the window, closed the window curtain, lowered his head to take out the brown paper bag, and put his fingers into his mouth.

Listening to the continuous vomiting sounds, he turned left and turned into a straight road. He stepped on the accelerator to increase the speed, leaving the smell and possible pursuers behind.

After driving for another two minutes and making sure that there was no one following him, he turned again and drove into an alley where a van was parked.

"get off."

As soon as the car stopped, Zuo Zhong gave the action order, and He Yijun pushed open the car door with the paper bag and ran quickly towards the truck.

Immediately afterwards, a female spy with similar clothing and hairstyle to hers sat in her seat, and the next moment the car started again.

After taking a glance at the dark alley, Zuo Zhong reversed the car and drove away, continuing to drive towards "Shao Ying's" residence. The small spies around him also ended their vigilance.

At the same time, He Yijun walked into the carriage, took off her coat, and lay down in a bathtub filled with ice water. A female doctor inserted a needle connected to saline solution into her vein.

Ice water can quickly lower a person's body temperature and slow down blood circulation, thereby reducing the body's absorption efficiency of drugs.

Physiological saline can dilute the drug content in her blood and help her replenish her physical strength. Otherwise, it is difficult for normal people to stay awake in such a low temperature. He Yijun opened her eyes in the water, her lips were frozen black and blue, and the cold penetrated her bones. A string of bubbles came out from her teeth and floated to the surface of the water.

On the other side of the carriage, two technicians were taking samples of the vomit and preparing to send them to Renxin Hospital for further testing to determine whether they contained any drugs and what type of drugs they contained.

This is not an exaggeration. In the Republic of China where there was a lack of withdrawal drugs, once you became addicted to drugs, there would only be one result, and that was that you would become neither human nor ghost.

Fortunately, after the samples were sent to the hospital, technicians did not find any drug components in He Yijun's vomit and blood.

Five hours later, He Yijun, wrapped in a wool blanket, sat in Zuo Zhong's office, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, recounting the investigation process and gains.

"That's probably the situation. Sima Linglong might be using young female members like Zhong Xiao and Xiang Fang to develop moles by teaching them psychological control techniques.

This method is very covert and effective. Those who have not received special training or have weak wills have no room to resist psychological control. "

Zuo Chong naturally knew the dangers of "psychological control". He couldn't help but admire Sima Linglong and the people behind her. They actually used the method of picking up girls to obtain information. It was really too mean.

It is true that we are not afraid of bad guys who can fight, but we are afraid of bad guys who are educated.

In the field of intelligence, psychological control has more development prospects than the old-fashioned bribery and coercion. It can make the target fall into the trap without knowing it, just like Bian Jichao.

That guy still doesn't believe that the "gentle and kind" Zhong Xiao is a spy. There's a saying that goes, yes, you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep.

If someone hadn't urged him, Zuo Zhong really wanted to let Gui Youguang use CPU (I understand) to compete with Xiang Fang to see who was better.

Damn, the magic is blasted.

Zuo Zhong sighed for a while, then asked He Yijun: "Can you confirm how Sima Linglong made Zhong Xiao and others obey your orders?"

Zhong Xiao and Xiang Fang come from wealthy families, and it is difficult to get them to voluntarily turn the mole against the government by using money and power, unless Jinlan Club is like the East Asia Club and relies on drugs to control its subordinates.

This is also why Zuo Zhong arranged for ice water and infusion for He Yijun as soon as she came out of Jinlan Club, but the test ruled out this possibility.

This means that Sima Linglong must have other ways to control her subordinates, and figuring this out will be the focus of the next investigation.

He Yijun shook her head, and kept recalling what Sima Linglong had said in her mind. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of inspiration and spoke slowly.

"Deputy Commander, since the Jinlan Society can develop moles through psychological control, will they use the same method to control Zhong Xiao and the others, for example..."

"and many more."

Zuo Chong interrupted He Yijun and took out the action log of Gui Youguang and Xiang Fang's meeting in Datong Street and looked through it carefully. Finally, he slammed the table and said, "So that's it!"

What a cunning bastard, he actually used this trick to develop female moles. He picked up the phone on the table and told the other end after answering it.

"Tell Director Wu to come back and see me."

After hanging up the microphone, Zuo Zhong asked He Yijun to return to the safe house through the secret passage and continue to play the role of "Shao Ying". This fake identity of a Malayan Chinese still had some value and could not be exposed for the time being.

However, it won't be long before the other party can restore his identity, provided that his guess is correct. The mysterious veil shrouding Sima Linglong and the Jinlan Society has been lifted a little, and now all that's left is confirmation.

Wu Chunyang, who was monitoring near Zhong Xiao's home, received the notification and returned to Luojia Bay without stopping. After having a secret talk with Zuo Chong, he left again.

The next morning, Xiang Fang received a call from "Zhang Xiuping", who asked her to meet him and said that he had something important to discuss with her.

Confused, Xiang Fang wrote down the meeting address and time, and without even saying hello to her parents, she hurried out and called a sedan chair to go to the appointment.

After walking for a distance on the sedan chair, Xiang Fang found that the streets were full of police and plainclothes agents, and male passers-by were stopped and questioned from time to time.

When she saw the secret agents pushing a pedestrian into the prison van without any explanation, the knuckles of her fingers that were holding her purse turned slightly white. After she regained her composure, she looked straight ahead and no longer looked at the sides of the street.

After several rounds of inspections along the way, the sedan chair finally stopped at the entrance of the park. Xiang Fang handed a few French francs to one of the bearers, got off the sedan chair and walked in.

It was almost winter, and strong winds swept the fallen leaves in the garden onto the path, making a crackling sound when stepped on. Another gust of wind blew, and the broken leaves on the ground also danced in the air.

Amidst the bleakness, Xiang Fang appeared in a pavilion in a remote corner of the park. She paced back and forth and looked down at her watch, her face full of anxiety.

Finally, less than half a minute before the agreed meeting time, a tall figure walked out of the woods in the distance. It was the "Zhang Xiuping" that Xiang Fang had been waiting for for a long time.

After just a glance, the two of them ran towards each other. If you ignore the appearance of the male protagonist, this scene is somewhat similar to the idol dramas of later generations, and it would take at least a dozen slow-motion shots.

(End of this chapter)