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Chapter 1246 Radio

At the beginning of the 20th century, radio technology was changing with each passing day, especially the large-scale use of vacuum tubes, which made the performance of radios better and better.

However, electron tubes are fragile and easily damaged, so after users place the radio, they generally do not move it to avoid vibration that may damage internal parts.

Unless it was because of moving or other unavoidable reasons, they would not take the risk of moving the radio. After all, a radio is expensive. But the Yuan family has not moved recently, so why would Yuan Chuyu do this?

While thinking, Wu Chunyang left the bookshelf and walked to the desk to take away all the items on it. He then asked the little agent to bring some talcum powder, then grabbed a handful and blew on it in his palm.

Under the action of airflow, the powder spread evenly, and the deep red desk was immediately covered with a thin layer of talcum powder. Then four shallow pits appeared in the upper right corner of the desktop, the size and distance of which were consistent with the feet at the bottom of the radio.

Wu Chunyang's eyes lit up. He crossed his arms and began to think while asking the little spy to take photos for evidence.

Yuan Chuyu moved the radio from the bookshelf to the desk, probably to record something with paper and pen. At the same time, the radio's volume was very low and needed to be placed close to be heard clearly.

It seems that the other party doesn't want his parents to hear what's on the radio, otherwise he could just turn up the volume and there's no need to carry a machine weighing dozens of kilograms around.

  Judging from the marks on the desk, this behavior has been going on for a long time, and secretly listening to the radio is the daily work of spies. Could it be that the Second Department’s identification was wrong, and there is something wrong with the Yuan family?

Wu Chunyang walked out of Yuan Chuyu's bedroom and said to Yuan's father and mother, "You two, when did you buy the radio in the room?"

Yuan Hansen and Lu Wan looked at each other, not understanding the spy's intention in asking this question. After hesitating for a moment, Yuan Hansen answered as a representative.

"I bought it from a German company half a year ago for over a hundred dollars. Sir, is there something wrong with the radio?"

"No, I'm just a little curious." Wu Chunyang shook his head and smiled again: "You are willing to spend such an expensive thing?"

When mentioning this matter, Yuan Hansen's expression straightened, he straightened his back and said proudly.

"Chu Yu is quite talented in learning languages. As parents, we naturally want to provide the best conditions for our children. A radio is nothing to us."

Wu Chunyang suddenly realized that Yuan's father was both a teacher and a wealthy man. In the eyes of such a person, as long as it is beneficial to the studies, any amount of money spent is worth it.

After thinking about it, he asked the female spy to take Yuan's mother Lu Wan out, and he sat opposite Yuan Hansen, looked into the other's eyes and asked a few questions.

The first is the situation of the Yuan family, such as how many generations have they lived in the mountain city, who are their relatives, where is their hometown, etc.

The second was to ask about Yuan Hansen’s experiences when he was young, where he had been, and who he knew.

The third is to confirm with Yuan Hansen whether he has been away from the mountain city for a long time.

These questions had been checked in both places, but Wu Chunyang still wanted to hear Yuan Hansen's answers again. He believed in his professional ability, and if the other party was lying, he would not be able to hide it from his eyes.

Unfortunately, Yuan Hansen's performance was impeccable, and with the help of witnesses, testimonies, and historical archives as circumstantial evidence, Yuan Hansen's suspicion of espionage can basically be ruled out.

But Wu Chunyang was not disappointed. He reached out and took the file from the young spy, looked at the contents, and asked.

"Mr. Yuan, the file says that you know Red Russian, right?"

"good."

Yuan Hansen admitted frankly, and said with great emotion: "When we were young, we happened to have achieved success in our lives, and the late President advocated uniting with Red Russia, so many people learned Red Russian in order to build the country as soon as possible."

Well, it’s a bit dangerous to discuss this matter, so Wu Chunyang decisively changed the subject and brought the conversation back to the case itself.

"Then Mr. Yuan, have you ever heard that the young master listens to the Red Russian radio or other countries' radio at home and records the content of the broadcast with pen and paper?"

Yuan Hansen was stunned, and after thinking carefully, he shook his head: "I have never seen it. Yuan has always emphasized equality at home. Even though Chuyu is my son, my wife and I will not enter his room without his permission. However..."

Yuan Hansen stuttered halfway through his words, and Wu Chunyang quickly asked again.

"But what?"

Yuan Hansen frowned and said uncertainly, "A few months ago, Chu Yu came back from school on holiday, and went to the city with his middle school classmates the next morning.

After he left, my wife went into the room to clean up and saw a piece of paper on the desk with a paragraph of Red Russian written on it. By the way, my wife was a student at the Qiming Girls' School in Shanghai and knew some Red Russian.

Wu Chunyang was cheered up. After two days of searching, he finally found something and immediately asked about the content of the red Russian text.

Yuan Hansen smiled bitterly: "Sir, my wife just mentioned it at the time, and I didn't pay much attention to it. If you want to know what is written on the paper, let me answer it."

This answer is reasonable. There are many such trivial things in life. It is normal for the other party not to remember them. Wu Chunyang thought about it and shouted to the door.

"Someone, please ask Madam Yuan to come over."

Not long after, Lu Wan sat down on the sofa again. She had just been questioned outside. A small spy nodded slightly to Wu Chunyang, indicating that he had not found any flaws in the questioning. Wu Chunyang kept smiling and told Lu Wan about the note. Lu Wan did not think much about it and said without hesitation.

"The note contained a news release from the Red Russian Federation. You know, this is somewhat taboo, so I burned the note. Chu Yu came back and blamed me."

After hearing her answer, Wu Chunyang did not dwell on the matter of privately listening to the Red Russian radio station, but asked the other party to write out the contents of the press release. There were many people in the mountain city who had radios, and this kind of thing could not be handled at all.

Lu Wan is indeed a talented girl from Qiming Girls' School with an outstanding memory. After a brief recollection, she picked up the pen and started writing.

"News from the Qiva City Radio Station: Mosk sternly warns Berlin..."

Wu Chunyang stretched his head to look and found that it was a news article from Red Russia targeting Germany. Who would be interested in this matter?

  German?

Japanese?

Or American?

Besides, anyone with a radio can listen to similar news, so there is no need for Yuan Chuyu to record it secretly. Could this be an encrypted message?

Hiding secret instructions in seemingly normal broadcasts is a common method used by intelligence agencies of various countries to issue orders and convey messages to intelligence personnel lurking overseas.

Could it be that Yuan Chuyu cracked the encrypted information and blackmailed the relevant forces, thereby obtaining 20,000 US dollars? A top student in the mathematics department who is proficient in multiple languages ​​is capable of doing this.

On the day of his disappearance, Yuan Chuyu met with someone with his notebook, intending to blackmail him again, but the other party became angry and chose to kill him.

Holding the note, Wu Chunyang had many guesses in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the fact.

But where is the evidence? No matter how good the idea is, it is useless without evidence. The deputy commander will not listen to his "story". The suspect must be found first. Oh, the bank! The letter!

Wu Chunyang stood up suddenly and ordered the agents: "Apply to the headquarters for additional personnel. You must protect Mr. Yuan and Mrs. Yuan."

He was worried that if the suspect suspected that Yuan Chuyu had a backup plan and wanted to use Yuan's father and mother to threaten the other party, then Yuan Hansen and Lu Wan would be in danger, so he had to be on guard.

After arranging the security of Yuan's residence, Wu Chunyang quietly left from the back door, walked around the neighborhood for a few times, and then walked into another small courtyard. This was a temporary surveillance point, from which he could clearly see the gate of Yuan's residence and the nearby streets.

At the wall inside the courtyard, three young spies were lying on the wall with their buttocks sticking up, looking out through the narrow gap. Their postures were a little funny, but only they themselves knew the sadness in their hearts. After several hours of surveillance, the surveillance personnel were often so tired that they could not even straighten their backs.

Wu Chunyang inspected the surveillance point and found no problems. He patted the spy leader on the shoulder with satisfaction and then skillfully won people's hearts.

"Well done. Please remember to ask the General Affairs Office to give more bonuses to the brothers who have been working in the field this month."

"Thank you, Director."

The yard was filled with rising and falling voices of gratitude. The voices were not loud but very exciting. What was the reason for everyone to work so hard? Apart from the feelings of family and country, wasn't it just to support their families?

The agents, with their morale boosted, took shifts to monitor Yuan's residence. Soon it was afternoon, and a postman came from a distance, humming a little tune and swaying on his bicycle.

The three young spies on duty were drowsy, but they suddenly woke up when they saw the postman. One of them turned back to report the news, while the other two stared at both ends of the road intently.

"Li Junfu boarded the ship

Playing with the girl on the boat..."

The postman in a black uniform sang as he rode. He took out letters from the canvas bag hanging on the beam with his right hand and stuffed them into the mailboxes of residents on the street without even looking at them. Miraculously, not a single letter was delivered to the wrong place.

But the spies don't care about the postman's professional skills; they care about whether he's being followed.

Assuming the suspect already knows about the existence of the letter, what he will do is to snatch or steal the letter.

In order to achieve this goal, it is essential to determine whether the environment is safe and the delivery status of the letter, and the postman becomes the best target for the suspect to follow.

Behind the surveillance hole, the young spy held up his camera and took pictures of the faces of passers-by, but while taking pictures, a passer-by with his head down caught his attention.

Because no matter how he is photographed, this person can use the surrounding obstacles to perfectly avoid the camera. Shop signs and banners, roadside billboards and other pedestrians, all objects become the other party's cover.

"Director, something's happening!"

Hearing the warning, Wu Chunyang rushed over and put his eyes close to the hole. At the same time, the little spy's reminder sounded in his ears.

"Nine o'clock direction, 50 meters away, male, slightly fat, royal blue top, black pants, about meters tall."

With the reminder from the little spy, Wu Chunyang successfully found the suspicious person. It seemed as if he had a sixth sense, as the other party suddenly looked towards the yard where the surveillance point was located.

(End of this chapter)