My spy diary

Chapter 350 Address Book (asking for monthly ticket)
"boom"

Ichiro Kimura pulled the trigger without hesitation and shot down the stalker who was just touching his waist.

"Murder—murder!"

People screamed and ran away, shouting and running like headless flies, and the street immediately fell into chaos.

Kimura glanced around vigilantly, put the gun in his arms, and calmly merged into the crowd.

However, after they had walked a short distance, pushing and shoving each other, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a group of sturdy men in plain clothes suddenly appearing around the market, searching for something in the crowd with sharp eyes.

He suddenly thought of something, and immediately shrunk his neck and squeezed to the edge of the crowd. He picked up a piece of clothing from a stall selling cotton-padded clothes and put it on. He threw away the old clothes and hurriedly squeezed into the crowd again, pretending nothing had happened.

The fleeing team continued to run forward, but they were greeted by fully armed police.

A man at the front asked loudly: "Why don't you let us go?"

The police officer put his hand on his holster and said in an unquestionable tone:
"We are following orders, taking out our IDs and accepting inspection."

"Why do I have to be interrogated just for walking on the street?" The man's question caused the crowd to become agitated.

The police officer stopped talking and just looked at him coldly.

At this moment, a team of armed gendarmes suddenly jumped off two large trucks and controlled all the exits of the market in an orderly manner.

The man who was indignant just now, when he saw this situation, immediately handed over his ID obediently.

Ichiro Kimura, who was mixed in the crowd, had a gloomy face. He did not expect that the Military Control Commission would act so quickly. He had to leave immediately.

After thinking for a while, he pretended to be anxious and touched his pocket:
"Oops, where's my wallet? My ID is in there."

Some people gloated: "Could it be that a thief stole it?"

"What should I do?" Ichiro Kimura scratched his head and turned back anxiously.

He hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd and immediately ran into an alley near the market. He looked around vigilantly, then continued walking forward with his neck shrunk.

In front of him was a two-meter-high gray earth wall, and he knew that beyond that was a shanty town.

The road was narrow, there were many alleys, and the shacks were next to each other, so cars had no way of driving through. He just had to squeeze in and see how the Military Control Commission would catch him.

Thinking of this, he smiled triumphantly, took a few deep breaths, lifted his chest, and rushed towards the obstacle in front of him.

He pushed one foot against the wall, jumped up, and stretched out his hands to climb to the top of the wall. Suddenly he heard a sound.

With a glance, I saw two hounds rushing towards me quickly.

Behind them, Qian Xiaosan was holding a coat proudly, which was the one that Kimura Ichiro had discarded earlier.

He smiled cruelly and watched the plainclothes officers rush over and drag down Kimura, who had his trouser legs tightly bitten by the hound and was grinning, to subdue him.

After Ichiro Kimura was arrested, Qian Xiaosan called Zhang Yi with a red face.

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Yi's voice was very excited: "Is it alive?"

"It's alive, but its legs were bitten by dogs."

"As long as he's alive, take him to the interrogation room immediately."

"Yes."

Half an hour later, the torture began in the interrogation room of the Intelligence Department.

A pair of crude medical surgical scissors slowly unraveled and pulled out the sutures on Ichiro Kimura's leg, which had just been bandaged. The pulling speed was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and the sharp pain tortured Kimura so much that he howled like a beast with its skin torn apart again and again.

Next came his fingernails.

Kimura was almost dead and alive several times.

But as soon as the interrogation stopped, he immediately started shouting arrogantly:

"Chinese, we Japanese are not as afraid of death as you are. It is an honor to sacrifice ourselves for the Emperor. If you have any tricks, come at me. Kill me if you dare!"

Monkey was silent for a while, then slowly said, "Although you are not afraid of death, don't you think about your family? Do they want you to die? If you can tell me the secret of the developer, I will ask the higher-ups to ensure that you can live safely until the day Japan is defeated."

Kimura suddenly burst into laughter and laughed for a long time before stopping.

"Chinese, this is the funniest joke I have ever heard in the world. Our Great Japanese Empire will not be defeated. It is you Chinese who will be defeated." Then he looked at the glass wall on one side with a smug look on his face.

"That guy named Zhang Yi is your superior, right? Hey, don't let him hide his head and show his tail. If he still wants to talk to me, let him come in person."

On the other side of the coated glass wall, Zhang Yi watched Kimura's performance coldly, planning the next interrogation plan in his mind.

At this time, the phone on the table rang. It was Xu Haipeng, the head of the Military Control Commission's Technical Department.

"How about it?"

"I'm sorry, Chief Zhang, the developer has not been cracked yet."

"Got it." Zhang Yi hung up the phone, thought for a while, called Qian Xiaosan to give him a few instructions, then turned and entered the interrogation room.

Seeing Zhang Yi, Kimura could hardly hide his inner pride, and said with a grin:

"Chinaman, we finally meet."

"Yes, we finally meet."

Zhang Yi looked at him for a while, and suddenly asked: "Kimura Ichiro, why is your face so red? Do you have a fever? Is it rabies?"

Ichiro Kimura's eyelids twitched slightly.

Zhang Yi continued: "This disease mainly harms the human nervous system.

In the early stages of the disease, the patient will experience low fever, headache, fatigue and other cold-like symptoms, but soon he will become afraid of water and wind, suffer from muscle spasms and paralysis, and the mortality rate is 100%.

Ichiro Kimura's face darkened. He stared at Zhang Yi suspiciously, trying to see something from his face, but he could not see anything on that calm face.

He took a deep breath. The training he received in the Special High Section told him that once arrested by the Military Control Commission, he would be subjected to a storm of interrogations. But as long as he could survive one round, the other side would not be able to get anything out of him.

Moreover, he knew the secret of the address book, and could use it to deal with the Military Control Commission.

But rabies was totally unexpected.

I can’t be really suffering from rabies, right?
"Chinese, stop scaring me. I'm not afraid of death, so why would I be afraid of rabies?" Ichiro Kimura's eyes were gloomy and sharp.

Zhang Yi looked at him miserably, shook his head, and then clapped his hands.

Just as Kimura was puzzled, a military doctor wrapped tightly in a white coat walked in with a stainless steel medicine box and a glass syringe.

He methodically pulled a glass bottle of colorless liquid from the medicine box, knocked off the top of the bottle, stuck the needle of a syringe into it, and drew up a tube of medicine.

Then he took the tube of potion and slowly walked to Kimura.

Kimura stared at the military doctor, especially at the tube of medicine in his hand, his eyes widened:

"What are you going to do?"

Zhang Yi smiled slightly and said calmly: "Of course it's the injection of rabies medicine."

Kimura breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing the military doctor getting closer, he suddenly looked at Zhang Yi again. The smile in his eyes was so meaningful.

His reason told him that when did the Chinese become so kind? This must be a trap, so he struggled madly:

"Don't come over here, I don't have rabies, I don't need treatment."

Zhang Yi's mouth was full of pride, and he waved his hand behind him. Immediately, several plainclothes officers rushed over. They hurriedly held down Kimura, and seeing the men looking at the needle with fear, Kimura felt that the Chinese must be preparing some conspiracy, and he struggled even more frantically.

However, he was held down by several men and all his struggles were in vain.

He could only watch as a yellowed rubber hose was tied around his arm, and the unknown liquid slowly flowed into his blood under the push of the military doctor.

"What is this, a virus? Is it the plague? Did Reiko Saki bring it to you and use it on you now?"

The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. Kimura, who had already fallen into a half-crazy state, widened his eyes and roared, "Chinese, what have you done to me?"

Zhang Yi walked up to him at some point and asked in a low voice:

"Kimura Ichiro, how do you feel? Are you feeling hot all over? Are you starting to have a fever?"

"Baga, you damn Chinese, what on earth did you do to me?" Kimura turned his head and stretched his neck frantically to bite Zhang Yi, but he dodged him with a smile.

"I told you that it's medicine for rabies, why don't you believe it?"

"I don't believe it. How can you Chinese possibly master a drug that even the Empire of Japan can't develop?"

"Just don't believe it."

Zhang Yi sneered, "To tell you the truth, the plague virus injected into you is the one brought by Sasaki Reiko, but it is diluted. If you use serum to block it within half an hour, you can still be saved. Otherwise, you will vomit and have diarrhea, and your whole body will fester and die. So, whether to cooperate or continue to resist stubbornly, you decide for yourself."

"Cooperation? This is impossible." Although Kimura said this, his tone was not so firm because of his fear of the virus.

Zhang Yi knew that Kimura's psychological defenses were already collapsing, and he only needed one step, the last step, to defeat him.

"Well, we don't need to waste each other's time." Zhang Yi looked at him intently and shouted, "Inject him with the original solution."

Having said that, he turned and left.

"Wait!" Kimura suddenly shouted.

Zhang Yi didn't even bother to listen and walked to the door, and the guard opened the door for him.

Just as he stepped out of the door and the military doctor in a white coat appeared at the door again, Kimura screamed like crazy:

"I will cooperate and tell you everything I know, Zhang Yi——"

Zhang Yi then stopped, without looking back, he stood there waiting.

Kimura said anxiously with a hoarse voice:
"It's an address book. It contains the names of the agents lurking in the mountain city. The names, addresses, and awakening codes are all on it."

Zhang Yi turned around slowly: "I know that's the address book, now I want to know the formula of the developer."

"The most important ingredient of the developer is metol, which is methylaminophenol sulfuric acid solution, as well as hydroquinone, sodium sulfite, alum, potassium bromide, and rice wine."

"What about the proportion?"

Kimura was silent for a while, then said:

“2:1:2:1:2:2”

After saying this, he seemed to be relieved and relieved. He leaned back in the interrogation chair and asked while panting:

"Can you give me the medicine now?"

Zhang Yi said calmly: "Don't worry, how do we know what you said is true?"

He nodded towards the other side of the glass wall, took out a cigarette, lit it, and waited quietly.

Ten minutes later, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open with a groan, and Xu Haipeng, the chief of the Military Control Commission's technical department, walked in with the copy of "Flowers of Sin" in his hand, looking excited, and nodded at Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi took the book and opened it carefully, only to see some people's names suddenly appearing in the book, followed by numbers of varying lengths.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi immediately understood that there was an encryption lock on this list.

"Kimura Ichiro, where are the remaining passwords?"

Kimura pursed his lips, looked at Zhang Yi, and suddenly grinned:
"Hehe, for my own safety, I have to get the antidote first and then tell you at the end. Otherwise, no one will ever get the secret inside."

"I didn't expect you still had a backup plan. I admire you." Zhang Yi listened to him silently, sighed helplessly, and motioned for the military doctor to come in.

Kimura smiled smugly.

The military doctor stepped forward again, took out a bottle of medicine, inserted the needle of the syringe into it, and drew a tube of medicine.

Kimura stared at the doctor's every move, his eyes suddenly became sharp:

"Baga, you guys are lying to me. This is not a virus at all. I'm going to make you pay the price."

As he spoke, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit his tongue hard.

Zhang Yi felt something was wrong and rushed forward to grab his chin, but it was too late. Kimura bit off his tongue and blood was flowing.

"Hurry, send him to the hospital." Zhang Yi hit him on the neck with his palm, knocking him unconscious. As Zhang Yi shouted, the plainclothes men reacted and rushed forward.

"What happened?" As Kimura was carried away, Zhang Yi stared at the military doctor and asked.

The military doctor said tremblingly: "Chief Zhang, I'm sorry, there is no serum left, so I just took a bottle at random."

Zhang Yi looked at him speechlessly. Such a good show was ruined because of this guy's negligence.

"We have our own disciplines. This kind of mistake should not be made. You should accept the punishment yourself."

After leaving the interrogation room, Zhang Yi called Wei Daming from the Telecommunications Department and asked him to send a few cryptography experts to support him.

Soon, several people gathered in his office, and everyone was studying the address book. Even the director of the first department, He Shangyou, who had heard the news from somewhere, came over.

On the first page were written several people's names, followed by strings of numbers.

The monkey sat at the table, looked at the numbers, picked up the phone, put it down again, sighed and said:
"That's not right. Phone numbers in Shancheng are all five or six digits long, not this long."

A code breaker flipped through another copy of "Flowers of Sin", also comparing the string of numbers, looking for the corresponding position in the book: "Page 8, line 6, word 7, that's not right!"

"What's wrong?"

"All I found are garbled codes. Look, what is this?"

“Could it be a Japanese sentence?”

"No." Zhang Yi said affirmatively. After thinking for a while, he said:
"Try other methods."

Just like that, a few hours passed and it was dark.

We tried all kinds of methods, but no matter how we arranged and combined them, the deciphered information was just not readable, and everyone looked frustrated.

He Shangyou smacked his lips and said hypocritically: "Hey, you said this thing, without the code book, it's like a miser, who can only stay at the entrance of the treasure cave and look eagerly, but can't open the door. Sun Dianying even knows how to use explosives.

I think we should stop researching and just re-examine Kimura. He bit off his tongue, so even if he can’t speak, he can still write. "

Zhang Yi didn't say anything. Kimura had already experienced a scam, and it would be difficult to fool him again!
Seeing that Zhang Yi didn't say anything, he put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Zhang Yi and said leisurely:
"If Section Chief Zhang doesn't mind, I can do it for you."

Zhang Yi hesitated for a moment, thought for a moment and said, "The Intelligence Department is also under the leadership of Director He. If you are not afraid of hard work, I have no objection."

He Shangyou raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

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(End of this chapter)