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Chapter 905 Statistics
Early the next morning, Zuo Zhong, accompanied by Gu Qi and Song Minghao, went to the air defense unit located just north of the Huangshan official residence. Army green tents stood in the camp area.

The people living here are all poisoned officers and soldiers. At this time, these people were pale, lying on the camp bed weakly, making a moaning sound, cursing non-stop.

"Damn it, doctor! Doctor, I can't urinate."

"vomit~"

"Come on, someone is vomiting blood again."

A few medical staff in white uniforms ran into the tent upon hearing the sound, and quickly treated the wounded and sick, in fact, injecting some normal saline.

Most of the seaports of the government were blocked by the Japanese, leaving only Guangdong Province. All kinds of strategic materials were stretched, and no one would use precious medicines on a group of big soldiers.

Besides, there is no danger to life, so if you vomit ┴ blood, vomit blood ┴, and you will get used to vomiting, maybe the blood congestion will heal faster, anyway, that's what the military doctor told Zuo Zhong.

"Deputy Director Zuo, please see, in order to allow the sick and wounded to recover as soon as possible, we specially arranged for elite soldiers from the Army Hospital to come and treat them. The mood of the poisoned people is relatively stable at present."

"Ah~~I can fly~"

The deputy director from the Army Hospital was introducing, when a soldier in a trance rushed out of the tent and rushed towards the cliff like crazy, followed by several angels in white with syringes and restraint belts.

Oleander poisoning can cause unconsciousness and confusion, and may cause hallucinations in severe cases. It seems that this person drank a lot of soup that day, and he is still not fully awake yet.

Zuo Zhong stared at this scene dumbfounded and didn't know what to say. After a long time, he coughed lightly and sent the military doctor away. He was afraid that he couldn't help but punch him.

What kind of treatment is this, it all depends on the natural metabolism of the human body, so what do they need to do, the military command can do it, just let the wounded drink more hot water.

He hesitated for a moment, and Gu Qi, who was following him, said: "Notify Ling Sanping, let him bring our own medical staff and medicines, try to treat the poisoned people as much as possible, and record the physical data by the way.

They are all anti-Japanese martyrs, they couldn’t have died at the hands of the Japanese, but at the hands of their own people. Besides, if the spy is not treated in time and dies, the case will be difficult to solve, so hurry up. "

Gu Qi was also speechless about the miraculous operation of the Army Hospital. After hearing the instructions from the deputy director, he said hello, and immediately turned to contact Ling Sanping.

Amidst the turmoil, Zuo Zhong nodded to Song Minghao who was respectfully standing beside him: "Old Song, let's start, ask and record one by one, and wait for Doctor Ling by the way.

We must ensure the authenticity of the registered physical signs. This is related to whether we can find the spies and work hard. After the case is over, I will ask the committee for everyone's credit. "

He skillfully drew a big pancake, poured chicken soup for Lao Youtiao vigorously, and then watched a puff of smoke and dust rolled up under the opponent's feet, and disappeared before his eyes.

Tsk, the military spirit is available.

Zuo Zhong sighed silently, and then went to the locked kitchen and walked around, saying that it was the kitchen was not accurate, to be exact, it was a simple shed made of wooden sticks and oilcloth, ventilated from all sides.

No wonder it is impossible to determine who poisoned the vegetable soup. Spies only need to pretend to pass by and throw oleander bark into the pot or the vegetables waiting to be cooked to complete the poisoning.

Lifting off the heavy pot lid, Zuo Chong stretched his head to look at the spoiled vegetable soup inside. There were a few pieces of dark brown bark mixed with the off-white cabbage leaves, which looked very conspicuous.

Such an obvious means of poisoning, why didn't the people of the air defense force discover it?
Because this is too normal, but anyone who has eaten this kind of big pot┴ rice knows that it is not surprising that there is anything in the pot, such as soil, insects, etc., and the bark is considered as an addition.

While Zuo Zhong was on-site inspection, the two special agents entered the tent in twos and threes, and interrogated the poisoned person with a pen and paper, the reason being to verify the previous confession.

The content of the questions is very complicated, including basic information such as name, age, past experience, and resume, as well as gossip such as personnel relations in the military.

For example, who spends money at a rate that does not match the economic situation, who often leaves the barracks, and the intelligence gathering work on meal times and how much to eat is hidden among these problems.

The officers and soldiers were very resistant to this, they were going to be poisoned to death, this group of Gou spies knew how to ask questions, they didn't even catch the shadow of the murderer, they were elite, I tui~
No one is an idiot┴, what about verifying the confession, it is clear that they suspect that they are not telling the truth, so the poisoning personnel talked about him one by one, and refused to cooperate with the investigation.

In such a situation, the spies were not angry, and patiently asked the question over and over again until the other party answered the question honestly, and at the same time asked the person being questioned to sign and write.

During the period, Ling Sanping, who was absent from many chapters, rushed to the hospital with the doctors from Renxin Hospital. They measured the body temperature, pulse, respiration, and blood pressure of the poisoned patients.

Just like what Zuo Zhong said, data and body reactions can’t lie. It’s easy for spies to lie, but it’s hard to fool these doctors who have an intelligence foundation and are proficient in medical science.

After this set of procedures, the day passed quickly, and the sky became darker and darker. The doctors and spies who had completed the physical record and statement verification left the camp one after another.

"MD, what the hell, you know how to catch your own people!"

In one of the tents, a second lieutenant of the Air Defense Force spat forcefully towards the door, then fell on the bed with his head up, his hands behind his head and looked at the bunk next to him.

"Old Du, they asked so many things, did they find out something, and those doctors, they looked gloomy, especially that little boy, which made me panic."

The person he called Lao Du was about 40 years old, with a simple and honest appearance, and he looked like a lieutenant on his collar. After hearing the second lieutenant's question, this person held his stomach and said in pain.

"Then I don't know, maybe I found some clues, otherwise it would be impossible to mobilize the troops so much, I heard that the military command is very powerful, maybe we can find out who poisoned it.

As for doctors, they are better than those Mongolian doctors before. I understand that even if I die of illness or pain, I definitely cannot go to the Army Hospital. "

"Hmph, it better be like this."

The second lieutenant let out a cold snort, turned around and said viciously: "If I catch the poisoner, I must deal with this bastard well.

Even a brother who eats with a spoon is harmed, is he still a person? This time he was poisoned, and next time he will be shot. Brothers, am I right? "

Lao Du and the others all agreed. In the army, the friendship between comrades is the most important thing. After all, on the battlefield, only the comrades beside you can save your life.

This kind of shameless person must be found out, in case in the future when they are desperately fighting the Japanese, the other party suddenly comes out and stabs a knife in the back, who can bear it.

The victims who were filled with righteous indignation expressed their inner anger by greeting the murderer's ancestors ┴ ┴ ┴ [-] generations in various local dialects.

Speaking of excitement, everyone talked to you and me to discuss how to torture the damn traitor, and they really came up with a few good ideas after brainstorming.

Among the crowd, the second lieutenant and Lao Du were the most active speakers. Their proposals received unanimous praise from everyone, and there was constant applause in the tent.

They have been vomiting and diarrhea for several days, and now they are so weak that they can't even beat a chicken. All they can do is to have a mouthful here, which is regarded as psychological treatment.

After a long time, the conversation gradually stopped. The excited second lieutenant was still chattering one second, then closed his eyes and started snoring the next second. It can be seen that cursing is also a hard work.

Not only him, but the officers and soldiers in the camp also fell asleep one by one, the cold wind whimpered and the canvas on the tent rattled non-stop.

In the darkness, two figures slowly got up from behind the tent where the second lieutenant and the others were, and tiptoed to a remote place, one of them asked the other.

"Has the conversation been recorded?"

"Remember it, Deputy Director Song."

"Well, give it to me, you go back and continue to monitor~listen, and I will report to the deputy seat."

"Yes."

Song Minghao, who was covered in mud and grass clippings, said a few words to the little spy, took the note and looked at it through the moonlight leaking from the clouds, and saw that it was full of words.

Text recording and drawing in a low-visibility environment are the basic skills of intelligence personnel. He roughly checked the content, and immediately walked outside the barracks after confirming that there was no problem.

The temporary headquarters of the military command was set up in an open space 200 meters away from the barracks, so that the scene could be guarded nearby and information leakage could also be prevented.

Song Minghao came to the headquarters and nodded with the guards, and quickly walked into the largest tent. As soon as he entered the door, he saw two large blackboards with graphs drawn on them.

More than a dozen small agents walked back and forth in front of the blackboard, marking the graph with chalk, while looking down at the information at hand, shouting in a low voice.

"Record, target 75, meal at 17:20, drink half a bowl of 150ml, body temperature 37.3, pulse 115 beats per minute, respiration 22 beats per minute, high pressure 145, low pressure 90."

"Record, target 76, meal at 18:00, drink a bowl of 300ml, body temperature 37.8, pulse 121 beats per minute, respiration 25 beats per minute, high pressure 150, low pressure 85."

"Record, target 77, meal around 17:15, expected to drink half a bowl of 200ml, body temperature 37.2, pulse 113 beats per minute, respiration 21 beats per minute, high pressure 144, low pressure 90."

"Statistics, No. 75, No. 77, included..."

Amidst the noisy shouts, Zuo Zhong, Gu Qi, and Ling Sanping stood in the corner discussing something in a low voice. When he saw Song Minghao coming, he waved and raised his voice to ask.

"Old Song, what's the matter, are you okay?"

"No, everything is normal, and everything has been recorded."

Song Minghao shook his head and handed over the monitoring notes.

This result was within Zuo Zhong's expectations. Their enemies were professional spies, not the bastards of the Central Committee, and they would certainly not reveal their identities in daily conversations.

Now to see if he can find any abnormalities from the data, he took the record and glanced at it before throwing it back, watching his subordinates continue to count intently.

(End of this chapter)