Chapter 12 Clues
"Have you attended the Black Dragon Club's school?"

"No." Xiaoye shook his head quickly: "When I went home to visit my family, they taught me how to face the censorship for a few days, nothing else."

"Who is the person you came into contact with? What is his name? Where does he live?"

"I know his name is Tian Kenyi, but I don't know where he lives."

After Ono finished speaking, Gu Zhiyan patted his back gently: "Just make up a name and get over it. It seems I haven't eaten enough onions yet. I need some more to cheer you up."

"I'm not lying! I really don't know!" Xiaoye became excited instantly.

Gu Zhiyan immediately yelled at him: "I don't even tell you my address, but can I really tell you my name?"

"I don't know where he lives, but I know how to find him!"

"Oh?"

Gu Zhiyan and Zhou Qinghe looked at each other, which was an unexpected surprise.

"Say."

Ono swallowed hard and said: "He told me that if there is very important information that needs to be delivered immediately, you can go to the grocery store opposite Jinling Daily to buy cigarettes, ask for two packs of Hardman, and then pretend that you don't have any money. Just say that I bought it for editor Song Pingwei, and I will pay the bill later, and then go into the bathroom of Jinling Daily and he will come over."

Why do you think this sounds so weird when you still don’t pay for two packs of Hardmen?
Zhou Qinghe thought about it for a while, and the clues were a bit crooked, but he was certain that there must be someone with a problem between the grocery store and Jinling Daily.

Then Gu Zhiyan said: "You didn't lie to me?"

"No, I'm serving a seven-year sentence, and I can't get out. I lied to you, I don't eat onions." Xiaoye glanced at Zhou Qinghe secretly, and was frightened when he saw Zhou Qinghe's calm eyes.

This is very convincing.

Zhou Qinghe also felt that the possibility of lying to him was very small.

Firstly, there is a seven-year sentence, and secondly, this man is different from ordinary spies. He has been arrested for a while, and he ran away when he should. There is no need to keep it secret.

And whether this person is still there or not is a problem.

"One last thing, you said he regularly transfers money to your account. Which bank and how much?"

"HSBC, 50 yuan a week."

Ono may have stayed in Nanjing for a long time, or maybe he knew that he didn't have much money in his pocket, so he decisively used money to clear the way, and explained the rest of the matter very neatly.

There is really not much money in the account, more than 1300 yuan, which is certainly a lot for ordinary people, but for people who earn more than 200 yuan a month, it is really not much.

According to him, some of the money was remitted back to China and most of it was spent in Nanjing.

He also said that there was a tin box under the bed in the house he rented, and there was more than 200 yuan in it, which he regarded as a filial piety.

"Qinghe, you are using lightning to pry open a Japanese's mouth in five minutes."

The two of them came out of the corridor to take a breath of fresh air and take a break. Gu Zhiyan was smiling. Originally, he was just showing Zhou Qinghe to get acquainted with the place. He didn't have much hope, but he didn't expect it to be fruitful.

"From now on, I, as the chief of the torture section, should do it for you."

"Section Chief, I have no intention of usurping the throne."

"Hahaha, okay, we have been tired for a long time. We have got new information. The rest will be left to the rough guys in the Intelligence Department. We will be responsible for killing people."

In fact, according to Zhou Qinghe's idea of ​​joining the Secret Service, he would naturally take credit for arresting people through torture.

Intelligence warfare is different from other things. For other things, everyone should be able to eat some of it. That's what it means to be a good person.

Intelligence is worthless once it is leaked. By then, let alone soup, the bowl will be smashed.

But Gu Zhiyan didn't have this idea. He said that each department of the Secret Service has its own division of labor. If you take away other people's work, they can't fight with you?

Besides, there are two or three kittens in the torture department. They are all brainless thugs and have no manpower to investigate the case.

Now as long as the information is handed over, the first step will be taken first, and the face will be shown no matter what.

"If the intelligence department arrests someone, won't they still fall into the hands of our interrogation department?"

That's right, now that I have just arrived, it would be unwise to have a rash conflict with various departments with deep roots in the Secret Service.

You still have to cultivate your own power first.

"I listen to the section chief." Zhou Qinghe followed the good advice.

Besides, there is another very important thing, which is to exercise by fishing.

If your marksmanship is not good, your physical fitness is not good, and you can't even defeat a small Japanese, then don't even think about catching spies.

Alive is the first element.

"Well, Lao Liao, let's go have a meal first."

"Okay, okay, Chief Zhou, I'm waiting to see your interrogation techniques again, hahaha."

The warden has never seen how to pry open the mouth of a prison prisoner so quickly. He is indeed very skilled. This young man should not be underestimated.With this skill alone, no matter if he is a stock manager now, he will be able to become a section chief in the future. If you need to make friends, you have to make friends.

"Okay, let's take the first step."

The caller had already notified him, and when the car stopped at the entrance of Liyuan Hotel, Zeng Haifeng, the chief of the Intelligence Section, was already waiting.

He has a slightly chubby body, rather small eyes, and wears a pair of glasses.

"Chief Zeng, if anything good happens, I will think of you first."

"Don't say anything. I won't come home until I'm drunk today."

The three of them entered the private room, and Gu Zhiyan immediately took out the excerpted interrogation record from his bag and gave it to him.

Zeng Haifeng was busy reviewing it. When he was thinking carefully, he narrowed his eyes, and his already small eyes couldn't see anymore.

"it is good."

After reading it, he immediately stood up: "I'm going to make a phone call first and have someone draw the suspect's portrait. I'll wait for you while you eat first."

"Go on."

Six dishes, one soup and one wine, the arrangement is quite sumptuous.

Nanjing is now the capital of the country, and delicacies from all over the world are available here, but the main venue is Huaiyang cuisine.

Jiangxian is the representative product of Huaiyang cuisine.

Anchovies are delicious, so I had one today.

Zhou Qinghe moved his index fingers.

Section Chief Zeng came back soon and stretched out his hand with a smile on his face: "Brother Qinghe, let's get to know Zeng Haifeng again. If you need anything in the future, come to me. I can still help you with something in Nanjing."

Whether it's Zhou Qinghe's medical skills, his whimsical ideas in this interrogation, or even his luck, he is a colleague worth getting along with.

"Chief Zeng is too polite."

"Come eat, eat, drink."

Zeng Haifeng toasted frequently and was very talkative. He mainly lamented to Section Chief Gu that he had caught a red gang member and escaped a few days ago and was punished as a result.

He said that the information he received this time came from "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva who comes to the rescue of those who are in trouble and has solved my urgent need."

"Thank you, Brother Gu, thank you, Brother Qinghe, thank you."

"Brother Qinghe, I heard that you have just arrived in Nanjing. Have you arranged everything for your accommodation? If you need any help, just ask."

After clinking glasses, Zeng Haifeng took out two envelopes from his bag and handed them over to each person: "Take it, take it, hard-earned money, don't be too little."

"Take it." Gu Zhiyan said cheerfully.

Zhou Qinghe accepted it, "I'm staying in a hotel these days, and I plan to go look for it when I have free time. This is no problem. I just wanted to ask the two section chiefs if they could introduce me to someone and teach me how to shoot. I'll go in now." I don’t know how to shoot when I’m in the Secret Service, so I feel like it’s almost boring.”

"This is a simple matter, I'll take care of it."

Zeng Haifeng patted his chest and said, "A master of military tactics, I will make arrangements for you tomorrow."

As he was talking, there was a knock on the door.

A plainclothes man walked in and handed a sketch directly to Zeng Haifeng: "Section Chief, I asked him to draw it a few times. It looks about the same."

"Okay, make a few more copies and circulate them immediately for brothers to pay attention to."

"Let me see, what does it look like?" Gu Zhiyan took it, took a look, and said to Zhou Qinghe, "You can tell at a glance that he is not a good person."

Indeed, he looks fat, has a big head, and looks a little rich. If he can eat like this these days, he must be a rich man, mostly a businessman.

"Chief Zeng, you are a rich man." Gu Zhiyan emphasized.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Can Zeng Haifeng not understand the meaning of this? If we find this person, everyone will make a fortune.

"I'll keep an eye on it while you eat. I've paid for it."

"All right, all right, let's go."

Dong-dong-dong, halfway through the meal, there was a knock on the door.

I saw a hotel clerk come in: "Sir, there's a call from the front desk for you. They say they're talking to Chief Zhou, and ask him to pick up the phone right away."

Gu Zhiyan raised his butt when he heard the call, but was a little surprised to find that it wasn't him.

Then I had some guesses in my mind.

(End of this chapter)

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