The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 18
As one of the four hottest places in Nanjing, it was really hot today. He was sweating after a while of shopping, especially because of his status, he had to wear a suit and small leather shoes.

No wonder people eat ice watermelon to relieve the heat and get appendicitis.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun's lethality is slightly weaker.

Zhou Qinghe found a house in more than an hour after he came out.

As a doctor, he was used to being called to the hospital in the middle of the night due to his profession, so he didn't have many options to choose from when looking for a house.

Choose one between the Secret Service and the Central Hospital, so that you can come and go easily when you have something to do.

Rujingli is such a place, just across the street from Jige Lane.

However, there are a bunch of government agencies on the right side of this place, such as the Executive Yuan, so the rent is not cheap. A 60-square-meter detached two-story house costs 20 yuan a month.

Really expensive!

"Don't think it's too expensive, boss. You know different people. Look at the small single-family houses next door, which cost 50 oceans a month."

"How big is the area?"

"It's 150 square meters. If you're 300 square meters, you'll get 100 oceans."

Damn, there are so many rich people.

Zhou Qinghe calculated that the money he earned from work was enough to live in. 1154 divided by 50 was only 20 months.

This happened by chance and with the strong support of the principal.

Given his own income as a lieutenant, he would only have four yuan left after paying the rent, and he might not be able to afford water, electricity, and coal.

Not to mention a 300 square meter bungalow, 100 ocean a month, who is living in this?
farewell.

After paying the money and signing the lease, the house belongs to him.

The living room, kitchen and guest bedroom on the first floor, the bathroom, bedroom and study room on the second floor are fully furnished and furnished, making it easy to move in with your bags.

After asking Yazi to find a servant to clean it and buy a set of bedding, Zhou Qinghe went out.

The house is a small matter, but the next thing is big.

There are two things.

The first is to be familiar with Nanjing City.

He is particularly interested in studying the boundaries of his photographic memory.

Photographic memory is naturally useful for medical study, and it is quite easy to study documents.

But with a little thought, this function can also be used in counter-espionage.

How many things can be remembered, and how many people can be remembered.

The simplest and easiest test is what shops are there on the streets of Nanjing, what is hung in front of each shop, and who is their boss and what he looks like.

If you can make these into mind maps and store them in your own mind, it will be like 3D modeling in later generations.

Then, after he stores all the streets in his mind, eventually, he can store the entire city of Nanjing in his mind!
If it can be realized, then this will definitely provide huge help to future counterintelligence work.

The second thing is the most important thing.

Zhou Qinghe has never forgotten that on the night when the ship returned to Nanjing, someone made him drunk and fell into the water.

The long shipping time has led to conversations among strangers.

They are all ambitious young people who have returned to China. Zhou Qinghe, who returned to China as a medical student, naturally had some ambitious remarks, as did a friend he met on the ship, and it was he who brought up the topic of serving the country.

One night before the ship docked, I met this friend and drank all night long, resulting in a hangover.

The next day, the boat was gently pushed along the side and fell into the water.

Zhou Qinghe can still think of that smiling face in his mind. As he fell into the sea, the man stood on the edge of the boat, with a smile on his lips and cold eyes, but he still playfully raised his right hand and waved to him to say goodbye. .

beep---
The whistle of the ship approaching the shore completely buried the splashing waves.

It's too cruel.

It's too weird.

There is no grievance or enmity, just a chance encounter. What serious illness is there in this murder?
If it's not a disease, there's only one explanation.

Some people don’t want to see many accomplished doctors in Nanjing.

Japanese.

And judging from the fascination he put forth in his conversation, Zhou Qinghe could now conclude that this person must be a spy.

Because he disguised himself so well and so skillfully.

The hateful Japanese will only call you Baga, who will drink with you?Just like the simple Chinese who can only call "jail", that's the same.

This person took the same ship as him and got off the ship at Xiaguan Pier. As for whether he is still in Nanjing now, it needs to be checked.

Now that he has the status of the Secret Service, it is very convenient to enter and exit the household registration section of the police station.

"rickshaw."

Zhou Qinghe picked a watermelon at a roadside melon stall, gave him 30 coppers and split it on the spot, and then called a rickshaw.

"Where?"

"Shipping company."

"You sit still."

The driver started running hard.

Zhou Qinghe was eating watermelon with his legs crossed, looking leisurely.

"Thank you boss, five coppers."

"Ah."

Zhou Qinghe paid the money, saw the building of the Ocean Terminal, and walked over.

"Oh, boss, your watermelon." The coachman shouted.

"Send it to you."

"Hey, thank you. I wish the boss a lot of wealth."

The coachman was delighted to see that there was still more than half a watermelon on the seat. Watermelon was not something that could be eaten often these days. How could the remaining watermelon be worth 20 copper coins?

You've earned it this time.

"It's time to get off work. It's time to get off work. Come back tomorrow if you need anything."

Zhou Qinghe arrived late, it was probably around 05:30, the Ocean Terminal was already getting ready to get off work, and some people had already left.

When he was about to enter, he was stopped by the security guard, who drove him away impatiently.

"I'm looking for your manager."

"The manager is off work. Come back tomorrow if you need anything."

Why do people who don't know cats and dogs just ask to see the manager, the third-rank officer at the prime minister's door? The door of the Ocean Terminal is so easy to enter?
There is no filial piety at all, and he looks like a dog in a suit and doesn't understand the rules.

Zhou Qinghe took out the Secret Service ID card from his arms and said coldly: "Let him go to work after get off work. I'll give you 10 minutes."

Once you join the Secret Service, you become a member of the Secret Service. People in the Secret Service are never used to this bad habit.

The next moment, the security guard's body became shorter: "The manager may still be there, I will take you there."

Arriving on the fourth floor smoothly, Zhou Qinghe met the manager and assistant.

"I need the list of all passengers arriving from Japan to Nanjing 13 days ago."

"Look for him immediately." The manager said to Xiang Li, and then personally made tea for Zhou Qinghe to show his wait.

This matter is not difficult. The time and ship number are available, and it is recent information. Soon, a list was printed and handed to him.

"Is it all here?" Zhou Qinghe flipped through it, and all the passenger information was taken into his mind.

People who come back from abroad need to register. If it is the first time to enter the customs, they need to be picked up or information about their destination. This is the capital of Nanjing. These tasks are done well, and the information on hand is very detailed.

"They're all here, not a few." The manager nodded quickly, remembering what his subordinates had reported, and said:

"I remember something happened on this boat. At that time, a man named Zhou Qinghe fell into the water, and he was actually allowed to swim back. This man was signed later."

The manager's voice became quieter and quieter as he spoke, and his eyes widened. If I remember correctly, the officer's ID name just now was Zhou Qinghe?
Dying.

This is after the fall.

"The fact that I fell into the water has nothing to do with you. Today's matter is kept secret, so I don't hear any rumors."

Zhou Qinghe said in a calm tone, put down his tea cup, stood up and smoothed his suit: "Then I will just invite you to sit at the Secret Service."

"No, no, absolutely not."

The expressions of the manager and assistant changed slightly and they shook their heads vigorously.

"Thanks."

Zhou Qinghe went out with the list, and the name of the person he was looking for was clearly on the list. Xu thought that he would die if he fell into the water when he was drunk, so he didn't make any disguise on his name.

(End of this chapter)