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Chapter 986 Photos
Back in time a few hours ago.

The surrounding area of ​​the school field is full of residential buildings that have been bombed into ruins by Japanese bombers. People with numb expressions dragged some valuables from the collapsed houses, and muffled weeping could be heard faintly.

Ling Sanping, who came here from Renxin Hospital, felt a little heavy. He looked up at the gloomy sky and sighed secretly. He raised his feet and walked towards Muhuo Street, stopping at the roadside stalls from time to time to glance behind him.

The reason why he came to Jiaochangkou was very simple, that was to connect with "Pushpin". Ever since Zuo Zhong jokingly said that day that he was an underground party hiding in the military command, the two hadn't met for many days.

After these days of observation, Ling Sanping was sure that he was not under surveillance, so he sent out the connection code yesterday. He had several pieces of information related to Nuomenkan that he needed to convey to his superiors through "push pins".

As the dean of the military hospital, the personnel and intelligence he can come into contact with are very high-level, and many people will not fortify him, and will always leak some high-level information unknowingly.

For example, the contents of the telegram sent back from the intelligence personnel to the mountain city from the northeast, such as the government's response to Nuomenkan, etc. These are all strategic information that the Northwest urgently needs, and the intelligence value is very high.

However, Ling Sanping knew how strict the Guo Party's electronic investigation was. Not to mention that he didn't have a radio station, even if he did, he couldn't use the radio station to send these information. It was very likely that he would be arrested as soon as he sent it.

Therefore, through the traffic officer "Thumbtack", it became the only choice to use the traffic station to send the information back to his hometown. For safety, he also deliberately set the connection location near the crowded Jiaochangkou.

Having worked in the Secret Service and the military for several years, the commonly used anti-tracking methods are not unfamiliar to him. He knows very well that the key to anti-tracking lies in environmental interference. The more people there are, the more difficult it is to track.

Ling Sanping squatted on the ground, picked up an ivory-carved folding fan, and looked it over carefully. He glanced at the crowd on the left and right from the corner of his eye, looking for people with abnormal expressions and actions.

"Guests, please take a look, this is received from the firefighting official."

When the peddler saw the customer, he immediately started to sell his products, and secretly revealed the source of the products to prove the extraordinary origin of the folding fan. Obviously, these things were also produced by Zhu Jiang and his subordinates.

"Well, how much money?"

"Not much, one piece of ocean, no legal currency."

"If you want it, it's not expensive. Here it is."

Ling Sanping did not haggle over the price, and directly took out a piece of ocean from his pocket and threw it to the other party. Then he suddenly got up and walked in the direction he had come and went, blending into the crowd.

He calmly passed pedestrians one by one, and carefully observed the expressions, movements, and reactions of these people to judge whether there were stalkers among them.

As a member of the military command, after working together for many years, he is very clear about the characteristics and behavior of his "colleagues", and any subtle traces of intelligence training cannot be hidden from his eyes.

1 minute... 2 minutes... Ling Sanping turned west from Jiaochangkou and walked into the intersection leading to Huangjing Bridge. He had just walked two steps when he heard two horns of a mountain sedan chair behind him.

Ling Sanping moved to the side of the road and made room for the hurriedly passing sedan chair. He glanced at the passengers on the sedan chair and quickly looked away.

Chinese tunic suit, briefcase and shiny black three-cut leather shoes, this is a national government official that can be seen everywhere in the mountain city.

Looking at the strangle marks on his forehead, combined with the many organs nearby, the opponent is likely to be a member of the Military Weihui, a professional soldier.

These messages flashed through Ling Sanping's mind. Seeing that the sedan chair was submerged in the crowd, he turned around again near the Huangjing Bridge and continued the anti-tracking and cleaning work.

More than ten minutes later, just as he was about to go to the meeting point, a familiar figure walked out of an alley and quickly disappeared in front of Ling Sanping, which made his heart ache.

He could see clearly that it was an old man from the Secret Service during the Honggong Temple period. He had been to Renxin Hospital because of injuries and illnesses, so he was familiar with it, and the other party was extremely good at surveillance and intelligence operations.

It's working time now, the other party is not staying in the bureau headquarters and came here, he must be on a mission, Ling Sanping thought quickly for a moment, and felt that this matter should not be directed at him.

First of all, if he was spying on himself, Zuo Zhong would definitely not use the familiar headquarters personnel, but the spies from the local stations to ensure the secrecy of the operation.

Furthermore, the spies who have just passed by are experienced field personnel, and they will never make such a low-level mistake of appearing directly within the target's visual range.

Because both parties are well-trained intelligence personnel, perhaps a glance or a look at each other will arouse the suspicion of the target, which will lead to the exposure of the operation.

But the other party didn't stare at him, which doesn't mean he's safe. Non-operational personnel are haunting the operation area and around the target. Once they are found, they must explain clearly. If the explanation is not clear, they must enter the internal screening process.

Can't go to the joint anymore.

Thinking about this clearly, Ling Sanping immediately took off the hat on his head with his left hand and put it in front of him, and walked straight to Bei'an Theater, where the meeting was held, without making anti-tracking movements.

At this time, Francois Huang had already arrived at the dried fruit stand at the entrance of the theater. He was picking melon seeds and peanuts while carefully looking around, and soon saw Ling Sanping in the crowd.

In the next second, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately recalled the warning part in the joint code, not wearing a hat, indicating danger, and holding a cap in his left hand, indicating that he was not exposed.

In this case, the meeting should be stopped, and there must be no physical or verbal communication. After a safe retreat, look for an opportunity to meet. The safety of people is more important than anything else.

Francois Huang did not hesitate. After paying the money, he took the dried fruit and walked into the crowded theater. Although the bombing had caused great damage to the mountain city, people needed to vent more at this time.

Ling Sanping noticed the situation here, finally let go of his mind, and concentrated on finding treasures at the street stalls, which increased a lot of turnover for Zhujiang's subordinates.

He walked around for several hours, until he had too many things in his hands and could no longer carry them. Then he returned with satisfaction, and took a sedan chair to return to Renxin Hospital in the west of the city.

Not far away from the surveillance point of the Junweihui, Zuo Zhong slowly put down a stack of photos related to Ling Sanping and put them on the side to be screened. He had no intention of hiding it, and he couldn't hide it.

The shooting and printing of the photos have gone through so many procedures, and there are people in the technical room in between. They must know Ling Sanping, and deliberately concealing it will only be self-defeating.

And looking at the photos, if nothing else happened, Ling Sanping might have noticed something was wrong and responded accordingly. The hat placed in front of him might represent a certain meaning.

But this guy's luck is too bad, the mountain city is so big, there is no way to go, he has to run to the action area, but thinking about the flow of people around the entrance of the field, Zuo Zhong quickly relieved.

If they hadn't acted here, this place would indeed be a good place to meet. There are many people, many intersections, and the law and order are chaotic. If you encounter danger, you can just find a ruin and get out safely.

Temporarily putting Ling Sanping's matter aside, Zuo Zhong went through the thick pile of photos, and threw away the ones that were okay, and put the suspicious ones together separately.

In a short period of time, most of the people in the photos were excluded from the scope of suspicious persons, which seemed a bit sloppy, but it was a test of the experience and eyesight of the screening personnel.

Without knowing that someone is watching, it is difficult for spies to maintain a high level of alert at all times, and there is a high possibility that there will be omissions in handling movements and expressions.

What the screening personnel have to do is to find out these flaws quickly and accurately, and then further excavate and verify them, so as to lock the real suspicious persons.

Zuo Zhong and Wu Chunyang lowered their heads and silently sifted through the photos. The photos were reduced one by one, and in the end there were only three left, which were placed in the middle of the table.

The first photo was found by Wu Chunyang. On it is an old man, about five or sixty years old, male, with a stooped body and a pair of glasses, with furtive eyes.

The second photo was also found by Wu Chunyang. When Qiu Yuan Youshi passed by, the young woman in the photo never left her eyes and followed the sedan chair all the time.

The third photo was selected by Zuo Zhongyou. A middle-aged man with a sad face was sitting on the side of the road selling poultry, holding a hookah in his hand, and exhaling a faint puff of smoke from his mouth.

Wu Chunyang pointed to the third picture, and asked with some doubts: "Senior seat, I have seen this picture. The other party just glanced at Akizono Yumi when the sedan chair sounded, and didn't pay much attention to the target."

"kindness."

Zuo Zhong supported the table with both hands, and nodded lightly: "Yes, the first two photos do look very suspicious, but will our opponent be so obvious?"

He asked Wu Chunyang a question, and then said: "Look at the first picture, the other party's eyes are drifting, and when you contact other pictures, it can be seen that this person is eyeing people in gorgeous clothes.

Also, if you take a closer look at the other party's fingers, not only are they very slender, but one of them was broken. The other party is a pickpocket who was caught stealing before and was punished.

As for the second picture, this woman is wearing a filial piety handkerchief on her arm, looking sad, and her trousers are badly worn at the knee. Someone in her family should have died recently, and it must be a close relative.

Judging by her age, there is a high probability that she has already been married. It is a bit strange for a married woman to come out in public at this time. I guess that the person who died is probably the husband of the other party.

Having lost the pillar of her family, she has no source of life. She came here to find a "gateway", and Qiu Yuan knew at a glance that she was a member of the government, and she was the best person to take refuge in. "

Zuo Zhong guessed the identities and purposes of the old man and the woman in a few words, and then he clicked on the middle-aged man in the third photo in Wu Chunyang's suddenly enlightened expression.

"The one who is really suspicious is this person. Pay attention to the way he exhales smoke. His mouth is tightly closed, the corners of his mouth are pulled back slightly, and he spits out the smoke from the corners of both sides of his mouth little by little. Do you find any problems?"

Wu Chunyang thought at high speed in his mind, and thought through all the possibilities. After a while, he slammed the table and shouted excitedly.

"That's the way to smoke in the trenches, he's a soldier! And a veteran ┴ who's been in combat!"

"Correct."

Zuo Zhong stared at the photo of the middle-aged man with a turban wrapped around his head and no trace of military training from his appearance, and sneered.

"Experienced veterans who smoke in the trenches will slowly exhale the smoke from the corners of their mouths in this way, so as to prevent the smoke formed by the smoking from being detected by the enemy and attracting shelling.

In addition, doing so will not let the smoke block the aiming target when approaching the enemy in an emergency. This tricky habit can only be developed after a long period of high-intensity battles.

But if you look at his figure, whether he is standing or sitting, this is very contradictory to trench smoking, so there is only one answer, the other party is pretending! "

After explaining his reasons for listing the middle-aged man as a suspicious person, Zuo Zhong immediately ordered: "Secretly look for this person, see if he is still in the position just now, and tell everyone to be careful.

Our friend called and said that the Special Committee on China has a mole lurking at the top of the national government. After you find him, don’t arrest him, but closely monitor him, and then follow the clues. "

After speaking, he joked again with a smile: "You still have a lot to learn, you have to analyze the problem more comprehensively, and you can't be blinded by one leaf. Okay, go, don't forget Guanshengyuan."

"Yes, the vice-seat's eyes are lightning-fast, and I admire him for his humble position."

Wu Chunyang skillfully sent out a ponytail, raised his hand in salute and ran out with the photo. Now that he knew his appearance, even if the other party left, he wouldn't even think about running away on the military territory!
(End of this chapter)