The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 94 Rose
The stolen goods are just a box of antiques?
How much is this?
Zhou Qinghe has no direct understanding of today's antiques. When he looks at these things, he has no money-based intuition.

If these were put away in the future, any one of them might be worth a fortune.

But now, giving Boss Dai a box of antiques from prosperous times and gold from troubled times doesn't seem shocking enough.

I thought that if he explained more, he would be able to be more aloof, but now there is not much room.

The identity of a police officer is, after all, something that lacks a painful imagination.

Zhou Qinghe raised his foot and kicked Ishida in the waist and abdomen!

The cave was narrow, and Ishida was suddenly knocked backwards!

No, Ishida didn't understand. He hadn't decided whether to take action yet. Why was he beaten after handing over something?
After Zhou Qinghe stepped down as a police officer, he would no longer be polite.

This guy was very powerful, and at first he wanted to trick him into the tomb passage and kill him. He was so intelligent and powerful.

To know the tomb passage, they, the tomb robbers, even entered it themselves.

It was extremely insidious to actually try to trick him into entering.

After Zhou Qinghe finished kicking him, he drew his gun and fired rapidly, bang bang bang bang, four shots in a row, one bullet into each of his limbs.

He has high IQ and strength, but now he only has high IQ, which makes people feel more reassured.

Gunshots and Ishida's screams rang out, and the guard at the door rushed in: "Section Chief! Uh?"

I saw Ishida leaning against the stone wall, with a hole in each shoulder and a hole in each knee. Now he couldn't lift his hands or stand on his feet. He didn't dare to move, and looked at Section Chief Zhou with a ferocious expression.

"Drag him out and keep an eye on him. Don't let him die."

"Yes!"

Ishida was dragged out of the hole, leaving a silver needle on the ground that fell when he let go. Zhou Qinghe took out a five-dollar package from his pocket, picked it up, and looked at it carefully.

The needles are just ordinary needles and they don’t smell special.

Hiding a needle is okay, but if you hide a needle like this, are you not afraid of being pricked?

After all, being accidentally hit by someone is very likely to happen.

Zhou Qinghe walked out out of curiosity, "Turn him over."

The guard presses Ishita to the ground.

Zhou Qinghe glanced at Ishida's body and confirmed that the belt around his waist could hide things, so he took it off to take a look.

At first glance, what a good guy, there are actually two needles that are as long as a finger.

"Section Chief, I didn't check carefully." The guard immediately apologized: "I actually touched it, but I didn't touch it out."

"Let me try."

Zhou Qinghe tied the belt around the guard's waist and pressed it with his palm. He could feel the difference at the first touch.

In the police system, whether it is the police or the secret service, normally when a prisoner is arrested, he or she will use his fingers to feel for any hard objects.

If it is a very long needle, since it will not bend, you can feel the abnormality by pressing it with your palm.

But these two needles are too short, only about the length of a finger, and it is easy to miss them when touched by the palm of your hand.

"Okay, I understand."

Zhou Qinghe glanced at Ishida on the ground and said with a smile: "Since it's easy to check carefully enough, we can just remove them all and burn them with fire. What's hidden will naturally be exposed. As for him, just go back naked."

"Yes."

Zhou Qinghe turned around and went back to the cave. He decided that he would also hide two scalpels inside.

But of course what he was wearing was not a cloth belt, but a leather belt.

He has to find a tailor to help him design it. Don't hide it, dig out two areas and embed it directly.

Come to the box, pick up a cyan pen and play with it.

You can’t cross Baoshan empty-handed, so leave two little things behind and pack the rest.

Zhou Qinghe picked a pen washer and a cup, and they all worked together.

An hour later, Secret Service.

Zhou Qinghe got off the car and ordered his men to move the boxes.

And take it very seriously.

"Be careful and don't touch it. These are precision medical instruments."

"Yes."

"Carry the director's office."

"Yes."

The Secret Service officers passing by were pointing and discussing, wondering what kind of medical equipment Section Chief Zhou was so careful about?

Zhou Qinghe looked at the things, but he stopped going. It is estimated that there will be more later, let's wait until the trial is over.

He walked toward the interrogation room.

Ishida has been placed on the electric chair. After all, both legs were shot and he can't stand.

Zhou Qinghe said with a cold face: "Your name, code name, superior, and mission."

Ishida looked at Zhou Qinghe with murderous eyes, turned his head to the ground and spat.

How can I still not understand now that I was deceived from the beginning and fooled from beginning to end.

"Show me your toughness?" Zhou Qinghe crossed his arms and smiled half-heartedly: "I'm in a hurry today, and I have a dance to attend in the evening, so let's make a quick decision and get started."

Zhou Qinghe tilted his head, and his men took out the electrocution equipment and brought it up to Ishida.

The electric chair is usually the ultimate trick in the interrogation room, but it is actually not very commonly used.

The reason is that this thing can really kill people.

When intelligence is needed, the interrogator will soon face a problem. A little current will scratch the surface, but if the current is increased, the other party will be electrocuted to death without knowing which wire.

And if the person being interrogated really withstood the electric chair once, would he still receive the electric shock next time?
If the electricity goes out, people may die.

Without electricity, I survived the electric chair, and then nothing happened.

Therefore, indefinite despair torture is sometimes much more useful and safer than the electric chair.

However, it doesn't matter to Zhou Qinghe today, even if he is killed, isn't there another one next door?

Stop, start, stop, start, increase the current, reduce the current, stimulating Ishida's sensitive nerves over and over again.

After half an hour, Ishida had already drooped his head. It was difficult for him to even raise his eyelids, let alone spitting.

When Zhou Qinghe said to continue, Ishida spoke angrily.

"wait wait wait."

Zhou Qinghe raised his hand and waited for the next step.

"I have a question for you, why did you appear there?"

Ishida really couldn't figure out why seeing a doctor would attract the Secret Service, even if it was the police. It was reasonable, but the Secret Service, that was absolutely unreasonable.

He missed that needle very much now. If he had known that Zhou Qinghe was from the Secret Service, he would definitely leave the last chance to himself.

The pain was so painful, the torture of the electric chair was simply despairing.

"I'm asking you to answer questions, not ask them."

Zhou Qinghe's cold voice sounded: "When you finish answering the question to my satisfaction, I can consider telling you the reason."

Ishida gasped, and after a while he said: "Ishida Haruichi, our mission is to detect the artillery positions around Nanjing City. We accidentally discovered the tombs during the mountain climbing and reconnaissance, which can be used for tomb robbing." Fill the funding.”

"Accident? Is this the only time you stole it?" Zhou Qinghe clearly didn't believe it, and the stench on their bodies was evidence.

"No, we originally discovered a tomb by accident. Later, when we saw that we could make money, we looked for artillery positions and ancient tombs at the same time. Anyway, it was just a casual thing to explore the mountains."

Oh, he works hard.

The next explanation was much smoother.

They did indeed dig a new ancient tomb, but the method of digging was quite special.

At that time, I was searching for ancient tombs all over the mountains and plains. I searched for more than half a month and couldn't find any. It was smelly and dirty. I randomly came across a stream and planned to repair it.

I took off my clothes and was about to take a shower, but I found a robbery hole left by a senior. I intuitively felt that there was an ancient tomb nearby, so I searched nearby, stepped on the air, and entered the ancient tomb vertically.

The tomb passage has been in disrepair for a long time, and is full of rubble and rubble, with scratches all over the body dripping with blood.

Ishida, who was above, rescued the person. He knew that operations in large hospitals could not be hidden from doctors, and that a farmer who had never served in the military could easily go wrong with calluses and gunshot wounds, so he chose to steal the medicine.

One thief broke into the Secret Service.

"You see there are too many tomb robbers, have you met a ghost?"

Zhou Qinghe laughed and then asked about the antiques.

"Where's the rest?"

"Some of them are sold, and we have a regular receiving merchant who sells them every once in a while. We also want money, and some of them are sealed in the stove."

It's pretty well hidden.

"Where's the radio station?"

Since artillery positions are needed and this information needs to be spread, there must be radio stations.

"under the bed."

After getting the information, Zhou Qinghe asked someone to pick up the goods. He planned to go to the next room himself. He had to interrogate and deal with each other, which would be more accurate.

But Ishida was thinking about it.

"You haven't answered my question yet, why are you here?" Zhou Qinghe paused, "Oh, you said a clinic, nonsense, of course I will come, that's what I run."

He drove it. Ishida couldn't think of this answer even if he thought about it, so he was stunned.

No, you are the section chief of the Secret Service, and you go to the countryside to open a clinic?

An hour and a half later, the truck carrying the goods came back.

"Be careful."

"Send directly to the director's office."

Zhou Qinghe pressed the goods and met with Boss Dai.

When he knocked on the door, Dai Yunong was still playing with the toys from the previous wave. The sofa and coffee table were full of them.

"Qinghe." Boss Dai stood up with a smile on his face.

When the first wave of goods arrived, he was still wondering, why were they just carrying tattered boxes into his office and treating him as a collection of tatters?
Now, there's another box full of this crap.

"Director, I'll hand in the report." Zhou Qinghe handed over the interrogation record.

Boss Dai glanced at the artillery position and was particularly sensitive to these words. He felt a little more relaxed when he saw that this time it was just detection, not collusion.

He raised his head and smiled: "You are lucky, you jumped into the pot by yourself."

"It's not me who's lucky, it's the director."

Zhou Qinghe said seriously: "If it weren't for the director who asked me to run the big medical plan, how could those medical students be there? If it weren't for those medical students, how could these two tomb robbers be caught? In the final analysis, the source is still the director."

"Haha." Dai Yunong smiled, even if he was flattering, he would have to wait and see who would take advantage of him.

If an idiot shoots it, it will be a reaction. The more capable people are, the more comfortable they will be.

He looked at the large box of new treasures and was very surprised when he opened it: "Hey, Ru kiln."

He picked up a three-legged pen washer and played with it carefully and seriously.

"These are all national treasures."

Boss Dai then talked about the reward on Huangpu Road last time.

The first is the principal’s reward.

Dai Yunong walked behind the desk, took out a medal box, and opened it ceremoniously with a serious expression.

"Major Zhou Qinghe, the principal believes that you have made meritorious service, satisfied Article [-] of the Yunhui Medal, and if you have solid evidence of uncovering an international conspiracy to disrupt the organization, you will be awarded the third-class Yunhui Medal in recognition of your merits."

Zhou Qinghe stood at attention: "Thank you to the leader for your cultivation, thank you to the director for your cultivation!"

Last time it was fourth class, this time it was third class. The principal was so poor that he could only give out medals.

Zhou Qinghe knew that he had just been promoted last time and would definitely not be promoted this time, so he saved up some merit and continued to work hard to become a lieutenant colonel.

But then Boss Dai said.

"Wang Yong has enough qualifications to mention it."

Hey, this is a surprise for Zhou Qinghe.

The transition from captain to major is a difficult one. Wang Yong has been stuck for many years. Now that Wang Yong has solved this problem, the road ahead will be much smoother.

Boss Dai said this to him. It was a reward for him to know that Wang Yong was his man.

After being promoted to major, you can become the section chief. Do you want to find a way to get rid of Section Chief Qi?
"By the way, what about others."

"Going to follow someone." Zhou Qinghe told Wang Yong about his business trip.

"Okay." Boss Dai nodded: "Then go and do your work."

In the evening, 7:[-], Xindu Ballroom.

Zhou Qinghe walked to the booth occupied by the team members.

After asking about Meiraiko, Meiraiko's pseudonym was Jiang Yun and she had been a maid here for three years.

"After you left today, her behavior was normal, no different from usual."

Zhou Qinghe nodded. It was just when the dance hall started to get lively, so he ordered a drink and slowly observed the flow of people in the dance hall.

As a dance hall maid, the role she can provide to the intelligence agency is contact.

Contacting people, contacting intelligence agents, these are all contacts.

However, according to his assumptions, Miriko's status should not be low, so even if Miriko doesn't work on her own, her subordinates should be able to do something.

That requires contact.

The subordinates may be among these people in the dance hall. If they want to find out, it is not impossible.

The ballroom is no different than other places. You can't take pictures, you can only remember. This is Zhou Qinghe's strength.

Don't worry, you can always find it.

At eight o'clock in the evening, as soon as the singer's voice stopped singing on the stage, a male host walked up.

Women were not allowed to sing in the dance hall, but men were invited. This action immediately attracted the attention of the whole audience.

"Welcome to Xindu Ballroom. I hope everyone can have a wonderful night here."

"And for everyone's happiness, today, our Xindu Ballroom will welcome a heavyweight guest."

"She is Miss Red Rose, who has thousands of charms in Shanghai and is fascinated by countless people. Everyone is welcome. Please invite Miss Red Rose to the stage."

Perhaps this person is very famous, and the crowd in the audience burst into warm applause.

The fame spread from Shanghai to Nanjing, and Zhou Qinghe also looked over.

On the left side of the stage, a figure walked out. She was wearing a long skirt and her whole body was bright red. When Zhou Qinghe saw that appearance, it was no wonder that she was so popular. She was indeed a beautiful, intellectual, and very feminine woman.

She held up her skirt and went on stage.

Before he started speaking, just as he approached the microphone, someone in the audience started to boo him under the influence of alcohol.

Red Rose smiled at everyone, chatted briefly, and then sang a song.

After the song was over, people brought wine and flowers, and a bunch of people came on stage. After thanking each other, the red roses began to walk around the venue, almost chatting with each other at the table.

Even for Zhou Qinghe, she came over, smiled, nodded, and took a sip.

His ability to take care of everyone is unparalleled.

With such a high popularity, he is willing to take the initiative. If he were to change to a big name, he would be waiting for others to take the initiative to make friends with him.

However, Zhou Qinghe guessed that it might be because today was her first day on the stage, so she was treated like a toast.

You guessed it right, as the red roses from Shanghai appeared at the Xindu Ballroom in Nanjing, this news was published in the newspapers.

The next day, my subordinates couldn't even book a booth.

You have to grab it early every day, otherwise people will line up until midnight just to catch a glimpse of the red roses.

Red Rose will appear every day, and it will be on time from [-] to [-] o'clock, singing for an hour, and then chatting with people who order wine and flowers in the venue. The time of departure is uncertain.

Zhou Qinghe came here every day for the past three days to support her and catch a glimpse of the beauty.

So much so that Red Rose became familiar with him.

But Zhou Qinghe didn't spend any money to request songs, secondly he didn't spend money to send flowers, and thirdly he didn't take the initiative to strike up a conversation.

The main theme is the word "poor".

Red Rose could only sing on the stage. When her eyes glanced at Zhou Qinghe, she gave a slight look to show that she had seen it.

Zhou Qinghe smiled and raised a glass, telling her that I am also paying attention to you.

Two more days passed, and Zhou Qinghe's operation remained unchanged.

Until today, after Red Rose finished her song and stepped down to accept the toast from the person who sent the flowers, Zhou Qinghe looked at a fat man about 45 years old.

He said to his men: "Go and find out who this person is?"

In the past few days when Red Rose's beauty has spread far and wide, there have been quite a few people in the ballroom.

Senior officials from the Executive Yuan, generals from the army, and maybe someone Zhou Qinghe didn't know.

This fat man is one.

Zhou Qinghe has been thinking about a question these days. Is there anything wrong with the red rose?

The timing of the appearance is coincidental, that's not a problem.

Having one more singer in the dance hall is not a problem.

The question is, if this red rose from Shanghai is so popular in Shanghai, why does it come to Nanjing to make a living?
Zhou Qinghe observed red roses for five days and discovered something very interesting.

There were many people sending flowers, and even more people inviting people to drink. Every time, red roses floated among everyone, smiling, being polite, sipping their wine glasses, chatting for a few words, and then moved to the next table.

For a social master, the time arranged by everyone at each table is actually similar, otherwise it will be bad to offend everyone.

If the official position is higher, it is normal to chat for a while.

But who is this fat man?

Zhou Qinghe didn't know this fat man, but found that the red rose stayed by his side for a little longer.

In fact, the difference is very small, such as chatting a few more words, taking an extra sip of wine, and laughing twice more.

But if you are not a high-ranking official, you are not good-looking, and you are still old, what is the reason for Red Rose to smile?
It's not because of love.

Based on his observations in the past few days and his frequent contacts, Zhou Qinghe has already mentally ranked his favorite role for Red Rose.

This is impossible for others to accomplish in the ballroom. How can it be possible to remember everyone in the dark, but Zhou Qinghe can.

And now, this fat man has unknowingly been promoted to No. 1 in contact duration.

(End of this chapter)