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Chapter 1245 A letter

At the end of March 1941, the air in the mountain city was filled with tension.

A few days ago, the Japanese army secretly mobilized the 33rd and 34th divisions and the 20th Mixed Brigade, under the command of the 11th Army Commander Sonobe Kazuichiro, in an attempt to launch a coordinated attack on Shanggao to strike and weaken the Guo army.

In order to deal with the Japanese attack, General Luo, deputy commander-in-chief of the 9th War Zone and commander-in-chief of the 19th Army Group, assembled about 11 divisions to participate in the counterattack. The shadow of war loomed over the mountain city.

Inside the Military Control Commission headquarters, Wu Chunyang quickly sorted out the documents, put on a windbreaker that was a little old but still neat, and walked out of the office quickly.

The sky outside was a little gloomy, as if it would rain at any time. Wu Chunyang's mood was as heavy as the weather. He said nothing on the way to the post office.

The cases solved by the Military Control Commission in the past either had clear targets or were already reported cases, and they just followed the clues to arrest people.

But this time it was different. They only knew that Yuan Chuyu was missing and that it was related to the espionage case, and they knew nothing else.

Wu Chunyang was very uncomfortable with the feeling of losing control of the case. He kept urging the driver to speed up, and his irritability was evident in his words.

Forty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the post office. The little agents had already surrounded the post office and they saluted and greeted him when they saw him.

Wu Chunyang was in no mood for small talk. He immediately called the person in charge at the scene and asked urgently, "Where are the witnesses who saw Yuan Chuyu?"

The person in charge at the scene pointed at a timid vendor and replied respectfully, "Director, it's him. On the day Yuan Chuyu disappeared, he bought a bag of melon seeds from him, and the two had an argument over the price."

  Wu Chunyang was puzzled. There was a snack shop right in front of the Central University. Why did the target go all the way here to buy melon seeds?

Moreover, according to previous investigations, Yuan Chuyu has a gentle personality and has never had a quarrel with anyone. So why did he have an argument with the vendor?

After thinking about it, Wu Chunyang decided to ask about the situation first, so he waved to the vendor and called the man to his side.

"Hello, sir." The peddler took off his hat and bowed deeply.

Wu Chunyang looked stern and said unhappily, "Don't waste your words. What did that student tell you?"

"Okay, okay." The vendor nodded quickly and replied, "That guy bought half a pound of melon seeds and said my scale was inaccurate. Tell me, can I, a vendor selling roasted nuts, tamper with the scale?"

When the vendor said this, his expression was very aggrieved, as if he had suffered a great insult.

"So did you move or not?"

Wu Chunyang looked at the man with a smile, asked slowly, and lifted up his clothes to reveal the pistol at his waist.

"this."

The peddler laughed dryly twice, lowered his head and stopped talking. It was obvious that his ass was not clean.

Not wanting to talk any more with this unscrupulous businessman, Wu Chunyang asked him to repeat what happened that day, especially Yuan Chuyu's actions, and then patted his gun again.

Looking at the black pistol, the vendor swallowed his saliva, not daring to talk nonsense anymore, and stammered, "The boy was very loud during the quarrel, and I was afraid of attracting the patrolman, so I charged him less money. After he paid, he put a letter in the mailbox and left."

"Do you remember the time?"

"Remember, a quarter after five."

At this time, the spy chief in charge of the scene also added in a low voice: "Director, I asked the post office, and the mailboxes are closed once a day, and the target letters have been delivered.

Since ordinary civilian mail has no records and cannot be directly traced, the brothers are asking the deliveryman to see if they can find any clues, but the hope is not great. "

Wu Chunyang turned around and looked at the mailbox not far away, then looked at the snack stall, and already had some guesses in his mind.

Yuan Chuyu's quarrel with the street vendor might have been intentional, with the purpose of enhancing the memory of witnesses, thereby leaving behind a track of his own activities and leading investigators to the letter.

If nothing unexpected happens, the letter must have stated the reason for Yuan Chuyu's disappearance and clues about the suspect.

This top student in mathematics must have sensed the danger and wanted to take out some insurance for himself.

- If the meeting with the mysterious man goes well, he will take the letter back. Otherwise, investigators can find the suspect through the letter.

But the other party never expected that the Yamashiro Police Station did not take this matter seriously at all, wasting the best time for investigation and his careful plan.

Therefore, Yuan Chuyu may have sent the letter to school, home or other places he often goes, because only in this way can he ensure that the letter is received or retrieved as soon as possible.

We have to send people to monitor Central University and Yuan’s house. The suspect may also know about this. A student cannot keep a secret in the hands of professional intelligence personnel.

So is it possible to trace the letter back through the address? The answer is no, because it would be too much work and it would easily alert the suspect.

Wu Chunyang thought it through and was about to order a comprehensive surveillance of Central University and Yuan's residence and to check the places where the target frequently went in and out, but a young spy walked up quickly and reported in a low voice.

"Director, the news from the Second Division is that the target has a deposit of 20,000 US dollars in the Bank of Communications, and the suspect may go to withdraw the money at any time. Director Song hopes that we send someone to wait for him."

Wu Chunyang frowned, thought for a moment and said, "Send one-third of our forces to keep an eye on the suspect. If you find him, don't act rashly. Try to find his whereabouts."

"Yes!" All the agents responded in unison. After hearing the response from his men, Wu Chunyang said, "The rest of you should immediately block the school and Yuan's house, and don't let go of any places where the target often appears.

Communications within the city take at least three to four days to be delivered, which means that the letter sent by Yuan Chuyu is still on the way, so everyone needs to be patient while waiting.

(ps: I sent a letter to a friend in 2000, and it took five days to get to the same city)

Remember, if you find a letter or a suspicious person, don't do anything. I want the intelligence network behind the suspect. If anyone messes up, you know the rules."

According to the discipline of the Military Control Commission, losers would face severe punishment, including but not limited to expulsion, imprisonment, and even execution.

As the order was given, the young spies took quick action and went to various target locations to set up control. A large net was slowly spread out in the mountain city.

Wu Chunyang returned to the car and thought silently, Yuan Chuyu was just a student, how did he earn 20,000 US dollars.

  Selling out information?

No one in the Yuan family works in military and political institutions and has no access to sensitive information. Unless Yuan Chuyu has obtained some intelligence on the Central University’s national defense projects, it seems that this clue cannot be given up.

Outside the car window, drizzle began to fall, making slight sounds as it hit the window. The car Wu Chunyang was riding in disappeared in the rain in an instant.

Yuan's house.

Yuan's father Yuan Hansen and Yuan's mother Lu Wan were sitting on the sofa in the living room. They looked worried as they watched the little spy rummaging through items.

Although the spies did not say it explicitly, they knew that their son must have gotten into big trouble, otherwise the Military Control Commission would not have sent so many people to their door. Now, even if their son could come back, he would probably be imprisoned.

In the corner, Wu Chunyang stood beside the flower table and poked the leaves of the bonsai with his hand. Then he turned around with his hands behind his back and looked at Yuan Hansen and his wife.

"Mr. Yuan, please rest assured that Mr. Yuan will be able to return home safely soon as you two cooperate with our investigation."

He did not reveal Zuo Zhong's speculation about Yuan Chuyu's death. At this point in the case, Yuan Chuyu's life or death was no longer important.

The Republic of China does lack talents with higher education, but compared with intelligence security, the life and death of a student is insignificant. It may sound cruel to say this, but it is the truth.

Yuan Hansen's expression changed. He didn't believe the spy's explanation at all. But what did he do? If he wanted to get his son back, he had to cooperate with the other party.

Realizing this, Yuan Hansen clenched his fists and spoke slowly after looking at Lu Wan, who looked worried.

"Sir, Chu Yu mostly stays in his room when he's at home, and occasionally goes out to meet his childhood friends. If you don't believe me, you can ask the servants at home."

"Hahaha, don't get excited, Mr. Yuan. I'm just following the rules."

Wu Chunyang pressed his hand and comforted her with a fake smile. He took the opportunity to glance at Yuan's mother. Seeing that her expression was normal, he believed 80% of what Yuan's father said.

After asking someone to "protect" Yuan Hansen and Lu Wan, he slowly walked into Yuan Chuyu's room and carefully looked at the layout and furnishings in the room.

Unlike other cities, the mountain city has a rugged terrain and many houses are not built facing north and south. This is the case with Yuan's house. Yuan Chuyu's bedroom faces east and west.

Inside the spacious room, there is a single bed against the north wall, with bookshelves and wardrobes placed on the south wall opposite. There is a washbasin rack on the east wall, and a desk in front of the window on the west wall which has the best lighting.

Most of these furniture are made of solid wood, the paint is bright as new, and the styles are also popular in recent years, which indirectly proves that the Yuan family is wealthy.

Wu Chunyang took two steps and came to the bookshelf. The six-layer bookshelf was full of books. The technicians had checked it before and found no sensitive publications.

Besides, even if there were underground party books among these books, it was none of Wu Chunyang’s business. What he cared about was the radio on the top shelf of the bookshelf.

The early on-site investigation records clearly recorded the radio's origin, brand and other information.

This is a German-made Telefunken brand high-power radio with 8 electron tubes, a large signal reception range, strong signal, clear sound quality and reliable performance.

According to wartime radio control regulations, the Yuan family was not eligible to purchase this level of high-end radio, but Central University issued a certificate for Yuan Chuyu, proving that the radio was used for scientific research, and the police station approved it.

Wu Chunyang casually turned on the power, and after a few rustling sounds, a female voice speaking Red Russian appeared in the speaker, which sounded like a civilian broadcast somewhere in Red Russia.

This is why the National Government controls high-power radios. If one listens too much to news about dissidents, one will inevitably develop dangerous thoughts.

After turning off the power, Wu Chunyang turned around and prepared to leave. His eyes accidentally glanced at the bottom of the radio and his body paused.

In the dim light, looking from the side, the originally smooth surface of the bookshelf is covered with slight scratches, which are difficult to find without careful observation, and there are no such marks elsewhere on the bookshelf on the same level.

Obviously, Yuan Chuyu often moved the radio. So what was the reason? Why did he do this? Wu Chunyang suddenly turned his head and looked at the desk, his eyes slightly narrowed.

(End of this chapter)