The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 302 Theft
Zhou Qinghe sat down on the sofa, enjoying the comfortable life he led.

"What's wrong? What's the matter? Don't keep refusing. What's wrong with young people watching dancing? Don't refuse me, come with me later." Jiro Miura acted as if he was my elder and he had to listen to me.

Zhou Qinghe smiled faintly and shook his head: "I'm not talking about me, I'm talking about you. I'm afraid you don't have time tonight."

Miura Jiro was confused, "What's wrong with me?"

"If you continue to watch dancing, you will have fewer days to live."

Zhou Qinghe talked about what had happened recently and his own inferences.

In fact, Kagesawa's purpose in doing this was actually very secretive. If one didn't think twice, it would be difficult to link this matter to Miura Jiro in a short period of time.

Jiro Miura was the commander of the military police. The shooting took place in the British and American concessions. He had no jurisdiction over it and it had nothing to do with him. He was probably secretly happy and said that the British were in bad luck. Even if he knew that the killer was in Pudong, catching the Military Control Commission was the responsibility of the Special Service Committee and had nothing to do with Jiro Miura.

Therefore, Jiro Miura only viewed the recent events from the perspective of caring about the profits of the Fujita Green Gang, and he himself did not have any sense of crisis.

Now, it's going to explode.

After hearing the thunderous anger, Jiro Miura slammed his big hand on the coffee table, causing the porcelain cups to vibrate continuously.

"Baka! He is plotting against me! When I was a general, he was just a lieutenant colonel. Now that we are at war, he has barely been promoted to major general. He dares to attack me. I think he is really tired of living."

Jiro Miura looked coldly: "Fujita, I will handle this matter. If you don't want to live, then don't live. I will blow up his plum machine."

"Don't do that." Zhou Qinghe held him and smiled bitterly: "You are a major general, Yingzuo is also a major general now, and he is also the director of the China Special Commission, in charge of the entire Nanjing government. He died in your territory. No matter how he died, the result is still the same, isn't it? You are responsible.

If you give Mitsui Mitsubishi's people a chance to attack now, you will definitely not be able to get away with it at the headquarters. As the commander of the Shanghai Military Police, you have many people you want, and we cannot make any mistakes."

Miura Jiro was just angry, but he was not a picked-up general, so he immediately calmed down, his eyes still cold: "What do you think?"

"This group of people from the Military Control Commission have wreaked havoc in Shanghai, causing chaos in the city. If we find this group of people and throw them to the military headquarters, and they actually say they are Yingzuo's people, do you think this will be a good scene?" Zhou Qinghe smiled gently.

"Ah? Hahahaha, this is interesting." Miura Jiro was getting excited, his eyes shining: "This is much more interesting than killing Kagesawa. It must be thrown, and it must be thrown in public. Publicize it a lot. Let me see how he explains it at the base camp! Hahahahaha"

After laughing, it was time to get down to business. Miura Jiro asked with interest: "If you let me stay, there must be something for me to do. Tell me, how should I do it?"

"Is Haruno Hinagiku still the military doctor?"

"That's right, it's him. Isn't he your disciple?"

"Give him a call and ask him to come up."

Haruno Hinagiku was quickly summoned to the office. After he was allowed in, he saw Zhou Qinghe and was immediately excited. He bowed seriously and said, "Teacher, long time no see."

"Haruno, long time no see." Zhou Qinghe looked at the successor of the Military Medical Department of the Shanghai Military Police Command with a smile. His ability was secondary. The most important thing was his loyalty. This person admired him, and that was very important.

After chatting for a while, Zhou Qinghe got to the point, "Haruno, let me ask you, what is the recent epidemic situation in Shanghai?"

Haruno replied immediately. In fact, Zhou Qinghe knew it well. Shanghai is a big city with a complex population and fast mobility. In view of the current sanitary conditions, epidemics have been prevalent. For example, typhoid fever, which is fatal, will break out in Shanghai about every two or three years.

Haruno mentioned several types of diseases that have been discovered.

Recently, tuberculosis and smallpox have been discovered. Although the diseases are painful, if they are discovered and isolated in time, they will not be a big problem and will not cause a pandemic.

Zhou Qinghe thought for a moment and said, "Find a reason to include the smallpox patient in your group. Don't throw away the things he used. I want to use them. Call me when you have collected them and I will find someone to collect them."

"Hi." Haruno nodded simply.

"Don't you ask why?" Zhou Qinghe smiled.

Haruno: "Sensei must have done the right thing."

"Okay, there is one more thing. In a few days, you will organize an epidemic prevention team to disinfect the offices within the jurisdiction."

"Hi."

"I didn't order this, and you haven't met me. I just made a professional judgment based on epidemic prevention needs. Do you understand?"

"understand!"

"We will start organizing tomorrow, because tomorrow morning's newspaper headlines will say that more than a dozen cases of smallpox have been discovered in Shanghai, and there is a sign of an outbreak, and one of them is right here in Hongkou."

"Hi!"

Zhou Qinghe nodded and said to Miura Jiro with a smile: "The situation in Shanghai is serious. I see that during this outbreak, military doctor Haruno Hinagiku took the lead and solved the epidemic problem without fear of danger. When it's over, you should also encourage her a little."

"We need to encourage her, we definitely need to encourage her." Miura Jiro looked at Haruno Hinagiku with satisfaction, "Haruno, you are still a lieutenant, right?"

"Yes." Haruno Hinagiku was standing straight, looking straight ahead.

Miura Jiro smiled and said, "Just do your job well and you will be a junior officer soon."

What else could Haruno Hinagiku say? She said very seriously, "Hi!"

Two days later, Mei agency.

Ying Zuo Zhen Zhao was working in his room. His subordinates were outside asking for instructions. When he opened the door and came in, he bowed and said, "Head of the Office, the epidemic prevention team is here and they need to disinfect our room."

"Epidemic prevention?" Yingzuo looked up in confusion: "What epidemic? What epidemic is there recently?"

The subordinate reported: "Smallpox has been prevalent in SH City recently, so the municipal government has organized an epidemic prevention team to disinfect all residents and offices in the city, and also monitor everyone's body temperature and register whether these people have been to the hospital recently.

The residential areas are disinfected by the epidemic prevention team organized by the municipal government, while our institutions are disinfected by the military medical department for confidentiality reasons. "

Yingzo nodded after hearing this and didn't find it strange. After all, epidemics are common and it was not the first time that door-to-door disinfection had been carried out.

"Let them in."

"The epidemic prevention team said that everyone must go down. The disinfectant is very toxic and can cause damage to the human respiratory tract. After disinfection, the room must be left empty for 30 minutes, and then the windows must be opened for another 30 minutes to dissipate the odor. This is the only way to ensure safety."

"Okay then." Yingzuo packed up his documents, then stood up and walked down with his men, asking casually, "Have you verified your identity?"

"I have checked everyone's ID, and I know the person leading the team."

"Ah."

Yingzuo hummed and asked casually out of habit.

He was in a good mood recently, and the whole plan was going very smoothly. Although it was hard to understand why Fujita Kazukiyo was so quiet, maybe he had some conspiracy? But it didn't matter, this matter had been going on for so long, and it couldn't be stopped.

Even if his people stop taking action from today onwards, the Qing Gang's hatred for the Military Control Commission has already been established, so they will spontaneously seek revenge on the Military Control Commission.

It's like a train that's already moving at full speed on the track, and the brake system is damaged. Even if the people on the train and the people on the side of the road know about it, what does it matter? Is there any way to stop it? Nothing can be done.

Therefore, even if Fujita Kazukiyo discovered something now, or wanted to stop something, it would not have any impact on the final result.

He can wait for the Qing Gang to find a few Military Control Commission personnel to serve as appetizers before the dinner, for free, without spending a penny.

"The situation is really good. With such a good situation, someone is actually sick." Yingzuo joked with a smile. Thinking that this is an extraordinary period, out of caution and habit, Yingzuo ordered: "When they are disinfecting, you send someone to follow them and keep an eye on the telecommunications room and my room." "Hi."

Soon, Yingzuo and his men jumped off the building and saw an epidemic prevention team consisting of four people standing at the door. Each person was wearing a white protective suit and wrapped himself tightly. They carried a bucket of medicine behind them and held a shower-like nozzle in the water. There was also a table next to it, and two people were also dressed like this, recording something.

Yingzuo smiled: "I always thought these things were useless. Are they not eating or going home? Unless everyone carries this thing 24 hours a day, they will still be infected, right?"

"You are right." The subordinate nodded in agreement.

At this time, the military doctor standing behind the table began to shout: "Come on, come on, line up here and register. Tell us if you have a cold or fever, if your skin is red or swollen, if you have been to the hospital recently, or if you have seen anyone with a fever around you. Think about it carefully, and come over when you are ready. Come on, come on, register."

While they were registering, the epidemic prevention team started working.

Haruno Hinagiku started from the first floor and showed everyone all the rooms until the third floor. After making sure that no one was there, she began to assign tasks.

"Let's go from upstairs to downstairs. You two will be in a row on the left, and you and I will be in charge of the right side. Let's do our work."

"Hi."

The Japanese received the task and started to work, two people on each side, each responsible for a room, and started working according to odd and even numbers.

The surveillance personnel sent by Mei's agency was standing aside. He didn't care about the virus. He worked here anyway, so if he wanted to get it, he would have gotten it long ago. However, he was very curious about the situation of the virus. He was free anyway, so he kept asking about the latest epidemic situation.

Because there were four of them disinfecting adjacent rooms and they could see everyone in their field of vision, he was in a relaxed mood. It was actually just a routine matter.

Haruno Hinagiku was not a talkative person to begin with, and she had a mission to complete today, so she was too lazy to talk to him. The surveillance personnel felt bored and stopped asking him questions. Aren't there other people he could ask?

This was an ordinary studio. Haruno Hinagiku went in and closed the door. The surveillance officer who was talking to other people immediately came over, opened the door and said.

"The door cannot be closed. I want to watch you work. There are many confidential things here."

Haruno Hinagiku replied rudely: "Disinfection requires ensuring the spatial concentration of disinfectant. Wouldn't everyone have run out if you left the door open? What's the point of disinfection? Do you understand? Get out!" With a snap, she closed the door with her backhand.

"What a bad temper." The surveillance officer muttered, and said nothing more. Out of caution, he secretly moved the door a little bit to see what Haruno Hinagiku was doing.

I saw Haruno Hinagi holding the spray nozzle, pinching her hands and spraying disinfectant on the walls, tables, and corners. Everything seemed normal.

He kept watching, and soon, Haruno Hinagiku walked out of the room. It took only about a minute, so short a time that he felt that this guy did not work properly at all and was just completing the task perfunctorily.

"This is too fast. You should spray more carefully."

Haruno Hinagiku rolled her eyes at him, "How about I spray your entire body to make sure it's disinfected."

Having never seen anyone with such a bad temper, the surveillance personnel kept silent and cursed him in their hearts. Doctors should not be offended easily, especially military doctors.

Haruno Hinagi went to the next room. The surveillance personnel looked again and found everything was normal. Haruno Hinagi continued to go to the next room and found the radio device inside as soon as she opened the door.

Haruno Hinagi was working as usual. The person monitoring outside knew that this room was particularly important, so even though he had already checked two rooms before, he still kept an eye on her throughout the whole process. He didn't feel that there was any problem until Haruno Hinagi completed the task as usual.

Two rooms behind, Haruno Hinagiku was working as usual when suddenly, a "Ah!" sound came from the opposite side.

"What's wrong?" The surveillance personnel quickly shifted their gaze, because the room the man had just entered was Yingzo's study.

"What a broken table! It hit my leg." The epidemic prevention worker in the room muttered and cursed.

Japanese people are accustomed to squatting or sitting cross-legged, so their desks are particularly short. The height of their desks is just at the calf level, and it hurts very much if they hit that position.

The epidemic prevention personnel were wrapped tightly so they could hardly see the road. This knock was a serious problem for them. They sat on the ground and rubbed their legs vigorously with a look of pain on their faces.

The surveillance officer chuckled and said, "Be careful." Then he continued to watch him work.

At this moment, Haruno Hinagiku opened the window of her room, took out a rope from her arms, and let it down.

The rope passed over his shoulders, and he turned his back and pulled the rope, exerting hard. In just over ten seconds, a woman's figure appeared at the window.

Red Rose was dressed in casual sportswear and looked quite agile.

Red Rose still felt a little emotional. When she talked to her boss some time ago, she thought there was no way she could enter the Mei Agency. Unexpectedly, she came in by herself so soon.

"There's someone outside." Haruno Hinagiku whispered.

Red Rose nodded. She saw a man following the epidemic prevention team into the house. She didn't say anything at the moment. She just squatted behind the door and hid, nodding to Haruno Daisy.

Haruno Hinagiku coughed, quickly went out, closed the door, and continued her task in the next room.

The footsteps faded away until they went downstairs and Red Rose began to work.

Enter the telecommunications room and, following the boss' instructions, take photos of all the books in the telecommunications room and Yingzo's room.

If the books are published to the public or circulated internally, you only need to take a picture of the title. These books also account for the vast majority of the books in the room. For the remaining books written and printed by the Mei Agency itself, you need to take a picture of each page.

Red Rose took a quick glance and found that there were more than twenty such books in the telecommunications room. The workload was not too much, but not too little either. She flipped through one at random and saw numbers on the top and text on the bottom. Sure enough, they were all code books.

Spread the left and right pages flat and take a negative. Take photos quickly and you will have half an hour, which is plenty of time.

If things changed, a signal would come from downstairs. The time from when someone entered the house through the main door to when they reached the third floor was not short, long enough for her to evacuate safely.

Things went on in an orderly manner. After the photo shoot, they retreated and processed the film. Money means power, and by the evening, all the developed photos were in Zhou Qinghe's hands.

In fact, it would be more convenient for him to go by himself. With his memory ability, he doesn't need to take pictures at all, and his movement speed will only be faster than Red Rose. However, subordinates are meant to do work, and there is no need to do everything by himself.

And there is a very important reason, that is, up to now, Zhou Qinghe has never shown his skills in front of the Japanese, not even once.

Everyone knows that he is a good doctor, and they also know that he must have basic operational capabilities. As a spy, how could he not have those?

But no one knows how high or how strong this ability is. No one has ever seen it, and all those who have seen it are dead.

Therefore, this opportunity to show his abilities can be given to Red Rose. He can just be a good doctor with average hands-on ability in the eyes of the Japanese.

Now that we have the code book, all that remains is the telegram.

Radio stations are divided into military radio stations, commercial radio stations and private radio stations.

The Telecommunications Department of the Military Police Headquarters monitored the telecommunications signals of all radio stations in Shanghai, including those of the Red Party, the Military Control Commission, the Americans, the British, and of course the Japanese themselves.

The telecommunications office, which operates 24 hours a day, receives a lot of telegrams every day, but most of them are invalid, which means that the monitoring personnel know what instructions he sends and can write down the code.

Just like using a conventional radio to transmit messages, the code can be received all over the world, but in fact, due to the lack of a code book, it cannot be deciphered, and the record is just a piece of waste paper.

As for deciphering, of course it is possible, but...
In the living room of Fujita Mansion, Zhou Qinghe pointed to the four large boxes of telegrams on the ground and said, "We will have to do the rest of the work ourselves."

It has been thirteen days since the operation in which Zhang Xiaolin died. This means that Zhou Qinghe must at least compare the telegrams from the previous fourteen days to determine which of them can match Yingzo's code book in order to obtain the complete communication process between Yingzo and this group of people.

It's really hard work.

In just half a month, the number of telegrams from Shanghai was truly astonishing: four large boxes, containing several thousand letters!
No wonder the decryption work of various countries is progressing slowly, and no wonder seizing the code books is considered a great achievement. It’s not that the decryptors are incompetent, but that the number is simply too damn large.

(End of this chapter)