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Chapter 437 Actors
Time passed quickly, three days had passed since Zuo Zhong went to Tiger Bridge Prison, these three days the Secret Service was very busy, Wu Chunyang, Song Minghao and Wu Jingzhong were even more busy.

Wu Chunyang wants to follow Meng Ting, the new intelligence chief of the Secret Service Headquarters is completely different from his predecessor, he runs around every day to investigate the owner of the mansion, Fan Shusen, which makes Wu Chunyang very upset.

It's just that people are too fidgety.

Early this morning, Wu Chunyang went to Zuo Zhong's office and complained: "Section Chief, this Meng Ting is too unreliable, he is a complete layman, he asks around every day, but he can't find anything."

But I haven't seen him for three days, his hair is messy, even his beard has grown out, and he still smells like swish. I don't know where he followed Meng Ting, and why he was in such a mess.

"Sit down and drink some tea."

Zuo Zhong was startled. It would be too much of a loss if he killed one of his generals because of Meng Ting. He hurriedly asked, "Chunyang, what do you mean by what you just said? I can't find the point?"

Wu Chunyang took a big sip from his teacup, wiped his mouth and said, "In three days, he met 28 of Fan Shusen's classmates, 19 colleagues, and seven friends, and he almost asked Fan himself.

Shanghai, Suzhou City, Guangling, Hui Province, we followed him to these places, some places have already spread rumors, what should we do with the section chief, should we find a way to block the relevant news. "

Are the people in one place so wild?

Zuo Zhong was dumbfounded. There is a big difference between intelligence investigation and criminal investigation. Visiting relatives and friends in criminal investigation is a normal way of investigation, and the police can accept the risk of information leakage.

It’s okay for people to run away, and you can issue a wanted arrest. It’s only a matter of time before the suspect is found by the state and the case is solved. Ordinary people who have not received special training can hardly remain silent in the face of torture.

But the intelligence investigation is different. Once the other party receives the news and destroys the evidence and cuts off the communication channel, is there any point in the investigation? Catching an exposed spy will not solve any problems.

Because you can't be sure whether the suspect will speak. If he doesn't speak, all the previous efforts will be in vain, and it will arouse the vigilance of the other organization, resulting in a complete failure of the operation.

Even if the suspect opens his mouth, after such a long time, everyone who should have run has run away, the intelligence network still exists, and the limelight continues to operate. Nothing has changed, and the enemy will only become more vigilant.

Regarding the case of the official residence, as long as Fan Shusen received a call, the underground party in the official residence would quickly disappear in Jinling City. All the Secret Service Headquarters could do was to clean the official residence.

How could Xu Enzeng allow Meng Ting to investigate with such fanfare? No matter how useless he is, he is still an old intelligence agent, so he doesn't even understand this kind of basic common sense, what the hell is the other party planning.

Zuo Zhong hesitated for a moment, and finally made a decision: "Don't worry about it, our target is not the underground party, but the secret service headquarters, as long as there is no movement in one place, we will not move, and we cannot startle the snake.

If the news leaks, it will be Xu Enzeng who is unlucky. I suspect there is something wrong with it. Waiting and watching is the best option at the moment. Thank you for your hard work. "

"Okay, Chief."

"Well, take the time to rest."

The two ended their conversation, and Wu Chunyang left dejectedly. In the afternoon, he would go to Chuzhou with Meng Ting to inquire about Fan Shusen's nanny.

The goal should never be an underground party in the womb or while breastfeeding. The only use is to spend more travel expenses for the party and the country. It is said that the local food is good, and I hope this trip is worthwhile.

Zuo Chong watched the door close, threw the pen in his hand on the table, leaned back on the chair and frowned. Whether Meng Ting did it on purpose or not, did he really not understand intelligence investigation?

I just don't understand, and if I think about it with my head, I should know what a secret investigation means, not to mention the old spies reminding me that no matter from what point of view, this matter should not have happened.

The other party's resume is clearly written, he is good at using modern investigative techniques, and has a lot of research on western traces and forensics. He once made a murderer plead guilty to the law only by interrogation.

If it is said that such a superb detective is a fool, I am afraid that no one will believe it, but it is such a smart person who did an extremely stupid thing, and the reasons for it are worth thinking about.

If it is unintentional.

That shows that the police education of the French is as flashy as their military education. Meng Ting's reputation is just made up by Shanghai newspapers, or it is a trending search that this kid bought with his own money.

Human design has existed since ancient times.

The ancient founding emperors had so-called visions when they were born, such as golden dragons encircling beams, etc., which were considered standard for successful people. Without these legendary bonuses, they were not worthy of being a big man.

If it is intended.

That matter is even more interesting. Meng Ting's high-profile investigation seems to be a report, using the reason of the investigation to spread the news that the construction committee's official residence has been exposed.

Who would do this?
The answer is obvious. Only the underground party needs to use such a dangerous method to warn. Is it possible that another two or five children will be born again in one place, but it is different from the previous two times, this time it is true.

Zuo Zhong couldn't believe it, and quickly ruled out this possibility, because a dark line that could lurk to the core of the Secret Service Headquarters was more important than an exposed Jinling City Wei.

This reason is a bit cold, but life is not a treat for dinner, it will lose your head, and the same is true for the intelligence front. In many cases, you have to make some trade-offs to keep important people as much as possible.

So is an intelligence chief important? Of course it is important. This position can understand most of the secret information of the Secret Service Headquarters, as well as all front-line operational tasks. It is an absolute key position.

Considering this, Meng Ting is unlikely to be an underground party. Besides, there is no need to use such dangerous methods for early warning. A dead letter, a phone call, or even a gesture or a look is enough.

As for bitter tricks, the underground party will not deliberately expose a municipal organization and gamble with the lives of a few or dozens of comrades, and organizational discipline does not allow sacrificing the lives of comrades to win the trust of the enemy.

The trade-off is passive.

It is the last resort to protect the party.

The two should not be confused.

Based on the above reasoning, Meng Ting was probably just a talker who didn't know how to detect and solve crimes. He managed to deceive Xu Enzeng by relying on the newspaper's praise.

Zuo Zhong was a little disappointed. It would be great if it was true. If the intelligence chiefs of the two major secret service agencies of the party are all underground parties, this matter will surely support many self-media accounts after decades.

"shock!Xu Enzeng turned out to be."

"Dai Chunfeng says I'm not as good as him."

He thought of several shocking bodies for a moment, then shook his head to dispel these strange thoughts, picked up the phone casually, and wanted to make a long-distance call to Shanghai, he had to find someone to ask about the situation.

After waiting for a full 3 minutes, the beeping in the microphone finally disappeared, and a familiar voice rang out on the phone. The person opposite was Zuo Zhong's old friend, Yu Xingle, the head of the East China District of the Secret Service.

After a long time of no contact, the two chatted for a while after the call was connected, and made an appointment to have a chance to meet in Jinling. Then they talked about serious business. Zuo Zhong wanted to know more about Meng Ting.

After all, speculation is speculation, and facts need to be supported by evidence. The East China District has great powers in Shanghai, and must know certain things that are not recorded in the files, such as whether the other party is cheating.

As a result, Yu Xingle laughed out loud after hearing his question: "Chief Zuo, because I often go to the police station, I am very familiar with Meng Ting. He is not a liar, but he is not as good as the rumors say."

"Oh? How do you say that?"

Zuo Chong raised his eyebrows. This evaluation is a bit interesting, so we must ask clearly.

"He doesn't rely on investigation to solve the case, but first finds criminal suspects through the relationship of the Cao Gang, and then finds evidence backwards. Finally, he spends some money to find a few literati and reporters to brag about, and his reputation goes out."

Yu Xingle narrated the details, with a smile in his tone: "If you are famous, you don't need money. People who write civilized dramas in Shanghai want to use his stories, and they have to pay at least five or six hundred yuan."

This kid is really a talent.

Zuo Zhong couldn't help admiring Meng Ting's show operation. Unexpectedly, decades ago, someone thought of using public opinion to make him popular, and found the best way to monetize the traffic.

The risk of this way is very small. How can a few stinky novel writers fight with the deputy captain of the detective team? They can only pay for it obediently. In addition, the more civilized dramas they write, the more famous this person will be.

The most amazing thing is that he didn't cut leeks openly, so as not to affect the perception of ordinary people. Those who have money to watch civilized dramas these days are all petty bourgeois, and these people don't make money for nothing.

Business is not shabby.

He had a faint judgment in his heart, so he said with a smile: "He is now the chief of the intelligence section of the Secret Service Headquarters, and he is in charge of hundreds of secret agents, and the investigation of a case is full of trouble."

Yu Xingle laughed loudly when he heard the words: "Haha, this is normal. According to the information I got, one of the most famous screenwriters in Shanghai has already gone to Jinling, and a new story about Section Chief Meng is about to come out."

"Then I'm going to hold a show."

After finishing speaking, Zuo Zhong sat up straight, and said another thing: "Old Yu, don't say that brother didn't remind you, your personnel in East China need to step up training, and I will go down for a walk in the near future."

"Come down and take a turn?"

Yu Xingle understood instantly, and his originally relaxed tone suddenly changed: "Section Chief Zuo, I understand, I will train the professional skills of the staff immediately, and the East China District will never lose the chain."

Zuo Zhong smiled with satisfaction. In an organization like the Secret Service, there must be people not only at the top, but also at the bottom. Otherwise, no one will carry out the order at the grassroots level.

He and Lao Yu are both instructors at the Zhejiang Police Academy. They have worked together several times and are very familiar with each other. Through each other, they can completely affect East China and the most important Shanghai Station. This line must be well managed.

Afterwards, the two chatted for a while, and more than ten minutes had passed since Zuo Zhong hung up the phone with a smile on his face, and then his face regained his composure, he got up and went to the door to shout.

"Yi Jun, ask Deputy Section Chief Gu to come over."

"Yes, Chief."

(End of this chapter)