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Chapter 69 69. The night in Peking is not peaceful!
night.

The cold moonlight shines through the gaps in the windows and sprinkles on the ground, printing small squares. The whistling north wind makes a humming sound, like a monster coming out of the mountain.

Yang Denghuan was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking in circles.He was evaluating Bai Ningzhou's entire mutiny and considering how to deal with it.

Judging from the current known conditions, the reason why Bai Ningzhou traveled hundreds of miles and ran to Beiping to rebel without fear of trouble was all because of the deputy chief of the police station, Han Youting, who had acquaintances who were easy to handle.

According to common sense, the security department is generally responsible for accepting the "surrender" of the Red Party within the police station.

But common sense is common sense, and it is not necessarily true when it comes to every thing.For example, this time, since Han Youting is involved, there is a high probability that the matter of accepting Bai Ningzhou's "surrender" will not be handed over to the security department.

The reason is simple. Han Youting was born in the Detective Department, and his qualifications are similar to that of Sun Weicheng, the director of the Security Department.

Originally, the two were at the same level and had a very good relationship.Not only do we often walk around in the office, but we also occasionally go out to have a meal and drink together.

This relationship has changed since Han Youting was promoted to deputy director.This kind of change is very slight, even if you don't pay attention, you can't see it at all, but Han Youting and Sun Weicheng both know that there is an insurmountable gap between them!
In front of people, the relationship between the two seems to be the same as before, and they seem to be very good, but when they are alone in private, neither of them has ever entered each other's office, let alone go out for a drink together.

Han Youting's real confidant in the police station is Zhong Zhensheng, the chief of the Detective Division.

Everyone in the police station knew that it was Han Youting's handiwork to promote Zhong Zhensheng from a senior inspector to a division chief.

Zhong Zhensheng also declared in private and without scruples in public that "a man who is a confidant dies", and Deputy Director Han is willing to repay his kindness even if he is heartbroken.

Professional matters are sometimes not necessarily handed over to professional people, but to their own people.

Therefore, this time, Bai Ningzhou's rebellion is most likely to be taken over by the detective department, not the security department.

With so many people under investigation, who will take over the case?Where should I start?

Yang Denghuan felt that what he lacked was a starting point, where should he start the whole incident?

Yang Denghuan put his hands under his head and kept moving his brain. He imagined the whole incident in his mind, reasoned, overturned, and answered back and forth. His mind was full of Hu Yajie's big wavy hair, and finally fell asleep.

The sleeping Yang Denghuan didn't know that at this time a huge conspiracy had quietly unfolded in the puppet Manchukuo, attacking Beiping.

at the same time.

Taijichang Toutiao Hutong.

Tongwen Academy.

In the main room decorated in Japanese style, Taro Matsui was sitting upright, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes, and there were messy piles of news and information sent by spies stationed there on the desks in front of him.

From Matsui's point of view, all these information were trivial matters, and they were of no use to the current difficult situation.

It has been two days since Nobuichi Fujisawa was killed, and the incident has not progressed at all, and it is said that another spy named Takazo Yamaguchi disappeared yesterday.

What kind of enemy did you encounter?The water in the Jiang Maocai incident is actually so deep?

Matsui Taro frowned deeply, lost in thought, how to open the situation?It is estimated that the people of the Fujisawa family who have questioned their crimes are already on their way!

There was a light knock on the door, and Matsui returned from his thoughts to reality, and said softly, "Come in."

Mu Sang came in quietly, approached Matsui with bare feet, and whispered a few words, Matsui was slightly startled, and turned to look at Mu Sang, Mu Sang quickly bowed back and pushed his head downward.

"Nani? 'White clouds in the sky and flowers on the ground, one, two, three, and four are a family'... Number Gang? They are members of a gang? Are they openly against the Great Japanese Empire?" Matsui seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be asking Mu Sang.

Just as Mu Sang was about to answer, the black phone on the desk rang suddenly, the ringtone was piercing, and the two of them looked at the phone together.

Matsui stretched out his hand to grab the phone, and a familiar voice came from the microphone, which made him look serious, and quickly straightened his body. His body, which was already sitting upright, was as straight as a gun.

"Stop all actions! Wait for new mission instructions." The voice on the phone was majestic, and Matsui quickly agreed with a "Hi", and then said in a tentative tone: "But Shinichi Fujisawa..."

"The life of everyone in the Fujisawa family can be dedicated to His Majesty the Emperor at any time!" The voice on the phone did not contain any emotion.

"Hi!" Although Matsui couldn't see it on the phone, Matsui still nodded vigorously, as if he was face to face with that person.

"The visitor is about to set off from Manchuria in a few days to implement the 'Day Change Plan'. Then you must fully cooperate and complete the task! The day the plan is successful, North China will be in hand! North China will be ours!" On the other side of the phone, it seemed that I couldn't restrain my excitement. After a burst of smug laughter, Didi's busy tone came.

Matsui silently put down the phone, turned around and ordered: "Musang Jun, pass on my order, all agents, stop all actions!"

"But……"

"Execute the order!" Matsui's expression was majestic and his eyes were fierce. Mu Sang's heart was shocked, and she said "Hi" quickly, and her head stopped heavily.

"North China is ours now? What kind of plan is this?" Matsui murmured with empty eyes.

……

at the same time.

A small courtyard in Peking.

Main hall.

The curtains were tightly attached to the window, and no light came in from outside. An oil lamp reflected a pale yellow light through the glass cover.

A figure stood facing the wall, the light refracted his back very long, the light was dim, and the figure could not be seen clearly, but the figure could be vaguely seen, tall and tall, wearing a gray robe.

Another person in the room bowed and stood beside the gray-robed man. He was dressed in shorts and trousers, and his appearance could not be seen clearly. He could only hear him talking in a low voice.

The situation described by the man in the short coat is exactly what happened yesterday when Yang Denghuan pretended to be the number gang in Tsinghua Pool.

The man in gray faced the wall and listened calmly. After listening, he asked in a deep voice, "Pretending to be our number gang? What is the purpose? Have you found out about that person?"

"No. I only know that the man is thin and dry, with a wretched demeanor, like an old smoker." The man in the short coat said.

"The water in Beiping is getting muddier!" the gray-robed man sighed.

"Do you want to tell Si Feng to go out and collect the wind? Find out what the guy is up to? Why are you pretending to be our number gang?"

The man in gray shook his head and said, "Don't worry about him! Jiang Maocai has already committed suicide in prison, and the Qin family's business deal has been settled. This matter is over, don't make any further incidents! Now we have a bigger business deal. If it succeeds this time, it will not be as simple as money!"

"What business?" The man in the short coat asked excitedly.

"Don't ask, tell Si Huo to get ready! There will be a big move tomorrow..."

After the man in gray robe finished speaking, he approached the man in short coat and whispered in a low voice, the man in short coat nodded repeatedly.

The oil lamp was dim, the two heads were brought together, the light refracted on the wall, casting a huge black shadow, the situation was indescribably weird...

The night in Peking is not peaceful!
(End of this chapter)