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Chapter 1249 Discovery

Chapter 1249 Discovery

Late at night, at an intersection near Central University.

The night fell heavily like thick ink. Only sparse starlight flickered faintly among the dark clouds. The cold wind blew in from the riverside, mixed with a slightly damp smell.

In the silence, several military trucks with their lights off stopped suddenly on the side of the road. Soldiers armed with live ammunition jumped out of the vehicles. They dragged barbed wire and barricades to block the road. The noise made by the collision of military boots with the ground could be heard from far away.

The noise woke up the surrounding residents, who lay by the windows and behind the doors, observing the situation outside, not daring to make any noise or let in any light.

Everyone is familiar with such scenes. In the past two years, whenever soldiers blocked traffic, it meant that a large-scale manhunt was about to begin.

As for the reason, it could be the work of Japanese spies or the arrest of underground party members, but no matter what the reason, there would always be something missing from residents' homes after the search.

So before the checkpoint was set up, the women had already covered their children's mouths and hid in the bedroom, the men hid their belongings at home and waited for the military and police to arrive, and the young women skillfully rubbed the ash from the bottom of the pot on their faces.

This is very similar to what happened to the people in the enemy-occupied areas, except that in the enemy-occupied areas, it was the Japanese who were smashing pots and breaking things, while here it was the Kuomintang army and police officers.

A few minutes later, the sounds of banging on doors and shouting came as expected, and police officers in black leather clothes broke into each house and interrogated the people inside.

"Name?"

"age?"

"How many people are there in your family?"

"Everyone come out and stand still."

There were police officers in every household holding household registration books and flashlights, asking the same questions to the household owners. During this time, the sound of pots and pans breaking and the crying of women and children could be heard from time to time in the house.

Gu Qi and Wu Jingzhong were standing on the side of the street. They frowned as they listened to the noises coming one after another, but they didn't say much, nor did they intend to stop the police officers.

After all, Bai Wenzhi's subordinates are like this. If the discipline suddenly improves, it will arouse the enemy's suspicion, and the people will suffer.

The search is ongoing. Occasionally, someone is pushed out of the room with his hands tied behind his back. These are suspicious persons whose information does not match the household registration book. These people will be taken back to the nearby police station for further screening.

Wu Jingzhong handed Gu Qi a cigarette, lit his lighter and asked, "Deputy Director, do you think we will run into the underground party?"

Gucci held a cigarette in his mouth, and used his right hand to block the firelight and the whistling cold wind. He glanced at the suspicious person squatting on the ground and shook his head slightly.

"It's unlikely. The underground party is much more cautious than the Japanese spies. But if we try to catch rabbits while hunting, we might run into one or two careless dissidents."

What the two didn't know was that their immediate superior Zuo Chong was checking Lao K's telegram at this time. In the telegram, Lao K stated that after receiving the early warning, the underground intelligence personnel in the mountain city had entered a dormant state.

Time passed slowly, and the whereabouts of suspect No. 3 had still not been found. Wu Jingzhong paced anxiously on the side of the road, and Gu Qi smoked one cigarette after another.

There is only one chance. Once suspect No. 3 realizes the danger and evacuates from the mountain city directly, it will be difficult for the Military Control Commission to catch him.

Suddenly, a young spy disguised as a police officer hurriedly ran up to Gu Qi and Wu Jingzhong and saluted: "Report, a suspicious person was found. This guy tried to escape, but was held down by our people."

"Lead the way." Gucci threw the cigarette butt to the ground, stomped it out with his foot, and quickly left the place.

The young spy led Gu Qi and Wu Jingzhong to a dilapidated residential area. Several soldiers had already pinned a man to the ground. The man was thin and his face was covered in mud.

"Raise your head!" Wu Jingzhong said coldly.

The other party seemed not to hear and turned his head to the other side, with a fierce look in his eyes. The young spy kicked him on the spot.

Wu Jingzhong waved his hand to let the little spy step aside, grabbed the man's hair and looked at his appearance carefully, then stood up and said to Gu Qi, "Deputy Director, this is not the person we are looking for."

"Well, take him back and interrogate him strictly. He must have a big case."

Gu Qi also lost interest in interrogating him. A real spy would not be so impulsive. This man was most likely a gangster who had committed a serious crime. All he had to do was find out what crime he had committed and then execute him. No matter how serious the crime was, it would be a credit.

at the same time.

In a residential area a few hundred meters away from Gu Qi and the other man, several police officers knocked on the gate of a courtyard. Gui Youguang, who was temporarily assigned to do the job, followed behind them, glancing around with his peripheral vision.

A woman's voice was soon heard in the yard. Soon the gate opened and the police officers rushed in. Gui Youguang stood by the door, put his hand in front of his mouth and yawned.

With the help of the faint moonlight, he quickly looked around the yard, listened to the conversation between the police officer and the woman, and silently became more alert.

  The household registration book shows that the head of this household is a man, but why was it a woman who opened the door?

Gui Youguang leaned lazily against the door frame, with his right hand pressed against his waist, ready to engage in a firefight at any time. His current position allowed him to attack or defend, and he could hide behind the wall with a roll.

As for the police officers, they could only wish for the best, since the military didn't pay for their pensions. According to the pre-established procedures, the police officers checked the house for any suspicious items, counted the number of people, and found that one person was missing, so they immediately asked the woman where the other person was.

The woman replied tremblingly that the owner of the house worked at the dock and provided the name and address of the dock. The police officer recorded it and turned to leave.

"Wait, did the neighbor living next door go out today?" Gui Youguang asked a question at this time.

He asked this question because they were questioning and searching here, but there was no movement next door, which was a bit unusual.

The woman was stunned for a moment, and said blankly: "I don't know, I haven't seen Mr. Zhao for several days."

Gui Youguang took the household registration book from the police officer and saw that there was only one resident registered next door, whose name was Zhao Dayang. He was from Jinling, a businessman, and in his forties.

This person's age and height are close to suspect No. 3. The dim flashlight shines on the file, and the photo in the upper right corner of the file is also somewhat similar to suspect No. 3, especially between the eyebrows and eyes.

Although they only resembled each other somewhat, considering that the suspect could not have gone to Central University and Yuan's residence without disguise, the suspicion of this man named Zhao Dayang suddenly increased, and he is at least worthy of attention.

Gui Youguang threw the household registration book back, drew his service gun, and winked at the leading police officer, signaling him to knock on the door.

The police officer cursed the spy in his heart, but did not dare to object. He had to bite the bullet and walk to the door of the next yard. He raised his hand and gently knocked on the unlocked door.

"Hit me hard. You're just like you usually are." Gui Youguang waved his pistol with a grim look.

Facing the gunpoint, the police officer slammed the door with his hands with a sad face. After a few bangs, there was still no response from the yard.

Without Gui Youguang's reminder, the small agents on guard around quickly surrounded the yard. Six elite soldiers equipped with Thompson submachine guns were divided into two teams and stood in a line on the walls on both sides of the gate, waiting for the order to break in.

After a few minutes, the police officers almost smashed the door panel, but Zhao Dayang still did not show up. Gui Youguang completely lost his patience and made an attacking gesture to his men.

Since the door is not locked, it means that either there is someone in the house, or the enemy is deliberately confusing the view. At present, the latter seems more likely.

After receiving the order, two agents belonging to the special operations team threw the submachine guns tied with belts behind them, took a running start and jumped onto the low wall, then nimbly climbed in.

After landing, one of them stood guard at the buildings in the courtyard with a gun, while the other groped his way to the gate of the courtyard. In the dark, he carefully felt around the gate and the ground with his hands, looking for possible booby traps.

After making sure there is no danger, the second person gently pulls open the bolt, then turns around and cooperates with the first person to control the doors and windows of the buildings in the courtyard.

Gui Youguang pushed aside the police officer who was in the way and led the team into the yard. The yard was not large, with only three connected bungalows and a small vegetable garden.

The spies who came in with him automatically dispersed to key positions and stood guard with guns raised to prevent anyone from rushing out of the house, even though the possibility of this was small.

Looking at the dark room, Gui Youguang issued two more orders: "Inspect the scene and send someone to notify Deputy Director Gu and Deputy Director Wu."

Immediately, a young spy ran out the door, and the rest of the people picked up flashlights, probes and other tools to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the interior of the bungalow and the vegetable garden.

Inside the bungalow, the agents found nothing but an entrance to the basement. There was a thick layer of dust on the tables and chairs in the house, and it seemed that the house had been vacant for a long time.

After a while, Gu Qi and Wu Jingzhong received the news and rushed over. Just as they were about to exchange information with Gui Youguang, they heard someone shouting that something was unusual.

The three followed the sound to the vegetable garden, and the young agent pointed to a patch of red rapeseed and reported, "Deputy Director, two directors, the soil here has been disturbed."

Gu Qi's heart sank. Zhao Dayang, who was suspected to be the third suspect, the courtyard with no one locked, the missing Yuan Chuyu, and the turned-over vegetable garden, all these clues together were not a good sign. He uttered a word coldly.

"dig!"

"Yes."

The young spies took shovels and hoes and started digging. The thriving red rapeseed was shoveled aside. Gu Qi smelled the increasingly strong stench of corpses in the air and sighed slightly.

When they dug half a meter from the surface, the young agents put down their iron tools and gently pushed away the soil with their hands. A moment later, a corpse appeared in front of everyone.

Wu Jingzhong covered his nose with one hand and shone a flashlight on the dead man's face with the other hand. Under the light was a pale young face. It was Yuan Chuyu who had been missing for several days. Yuan's father and mother could not wait for their son to return home.

The corpse in the mud pit was lying in a prone position, with ropes tied around its hands and feet, its joints severely twisted, a cloth strip stuffed in its mouth, its face grimacing, and its eyes wide open as if it had died.

Such a good young man died so quietly and miserably.

Gui Youguang put on gloves and touched the body, then looked up and said to Gu Qi, "There are no obvious injuries on the body surface and bones. The specific cause of death requires an autopsy."

"Well, let Dr. Ling come over and report the findings here to the deputy commander." Gu Qi said softly with a look of regret on his face.


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