My spy diary

Chapter 97 Connection (please vote for me)

Zhang Yi sneered in his heart and kept a calm expression on his face.

Although Lin Azhu had a motive for murder, the knife belonged to him, and maybe his fingerprints were on it.

It can be said that the evidence is complete.

But who is Zhang Yi?

On the unpredictable hidden front, an outstanding agent must be skeptical of everything.

Now that he has determined that this is a murder related to Japanese spies, he will not let it go easily.

However, since the concierge Zhao Zongwu dances so happily, you might as well take a look at his performance.

"Is this true?" Zhang Yi stared at Zhao Zongwu.

Zhao Zongwu nodded affirmatively and said:

"Sir, this is not some random fabrication. Our boss and many girls, including the neighbors on this street, know about it."

"That's good." Zhang Yi smiled and patted Zhao Zongwu on the shoulder:

"Thank you, Brother Zhao, for your help. Please make a transcript later, sign it, and by the way, help us find the neighbors who witnessed it."

"Sir, you're welcome." Zhao Zongwu automatically lowered his head by half, greeted him with a smile, and said cautiously:

"But sir, I can't read. You see."

"It doesn't matter if you are illiterate. You dictate our records and you just sign and stamp them."

Zhang Yi chuckled, catching the flash of pride in Zhao Zongwu's eyes, and calmly called Dai Zhangxiu over to make notes for him, then gestured to Qian Xiaosan, pointed at Lin Azhu, and said:
"take away."

……

After getting in the car, Zhang Yi's face instantly darkened.

"Call Corey immediately to arrange someone. The brother we are familiar with before is the best. We will use segmented tracking technology to monitor Zhao Zongwu 24 hours a day."

"Why is this?" Monkey looked surprised.

"I've asked Wu Zuo. Most people will feel weak after taking Mongolian sweat medicine. If they take too much, they will faint. They won't wake up at all for a few hours. Even if they wake up, they will be dizzy and their memory will be confused.
But look at Zhao Zongwu, he looked depressed at first, but when Lin Azhu arrived, he couldn't help but jump out, and the evidence is conclusive, he is trying to lead us astray."

"Since the other party has set up such a big scheme and made all kinds of detours, we will follow his ideas, investigate Lin Azhu to the bottom and quickly settle the case."

"So that's it. This is called cleverness being misled by cleverness. The unit chief is still thoughtful and aware of everything." Monkey suddenly understood and gave him a flattery.

Zhang Yi smiled noncommittally, he was just doubtful.

But whether the other party is a human or a ghost, you can tell just by looking at it.

"Captain, he's out."

In the teahouse private room, the phone rang. Monkey answered it and said a few words, then picked up the telescope and successfully found the target.

Zhang Yi nodded, took the telescope, and Zhao Zongwu appeared in his sight.

But at this moment, he had changed his clothes and walked in the afterglow of the setting sun with a figure-footed step.

He wore a black top hat, a white placket lining, a black coat, white socks and black shoes, looking like a gangster.

He had a cigarette in his mouth and seemed to be wandering around. His reaction was a little slow. He was bumped by a thief and even after touching his pocket, he didn't find it.

He also seemed to have no temper. He wandered onto the tram, then realized that his wallet was missing. He explained to the conductor shyly and anxiously, then got off the tram dejectedly, squatted at the intersection and smoked a cigarette, then got up and walked towards the teahouse on the side. go.

"Old Zheng, it's up to you." Zhang Yi nodded to Zheng Huhe, who was also watching with a telescope. This was an investigative expert he borrowed from the Intelligence Department.

Zhang Yi originally wanted to take action on his own, but he only met the target at noon, so it would be a bit risky to meet again.

Although Zheng Huhe, codenamed "Thimble", is a member of the Red Party, he has no problem monitoring Japanese spies.

Old Zheng nodded solemnly, took the hat, put it on politely, and said: "I understand."

While speaking, he had changed his expression.

A smile spread all over his face in an instant.

He lowered his head slightly, hunched his waist, and spoke carefully. Coupled with his appearance and businessman's dress, he looked mediocre and low-key. At first glance, he was a simple and honest businessman doing small business.

Walking into the backyard of the teahouse, Zhao Zongwu paused subconsciously and raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight.

From hibernating to taking action, Zhao Zongwu is still a little uncomfortable with such a strange yet familiar rhythm.

He frowned and went up to the second floor. He paused briefly at the door and glanced back and forth twice, as if he was looking for a seat. In fact, he was searching for the location of the contact person.

And he's found it.

At his nine o'clock position, there was a gentle man wearing glasses, drinking tea and playing chess by himself.

"It doesn't need to be in such an obvious position." Zhao Zongwu thought silently, and first sat down by the window in the back row of the coordinator. Just as he was about to ask Dr. Tea to serve tea, he saw the coordinator suddenly stood up.

"problem occurs?"

Zhao Zongwu was startled, and subconsciously glanced out the window. The shoe shiner was still there, but the rickshaw driver had left.
No surprise.

He glanced at the door and the guests drinking tea again, thinking about his next move, and when he saw the contact passing by him, a voice sounded in his ears: "Autumn Box".

Zhao Zongwu nodded vaguely and asked Dr. Tea to serve the tea. He licked the melon seeds carelessly. After waiting for a few minutes, the tea was almost finished, and then he took out a banknote from his trouser pocket and pressed it under the cup. After circling it in a circle, Zhao Zongwu nodded vaguely. Just entered the box.

Entering the box, Zhao Zongwu opened the door ajar, listened attentively for a while, then closed the door and looked at the waiting man.

The two looked at each other, then crossed their hands, performed a standard Japanese bow, and then sat down at both ends of the table.

The man looked at Zhao Zongwu intently for a moment, lowered his head slightly, and said solemnly:

"Thank you, Mizunama-kun." "You can come out and reminisce with me at this time. It seems that the Hongjia matter has been perfectly resolved."

Shuijian Junwen, that is, Zhao Zongwu, sneered when he heard this, with a hint of arrogance on his face, and said disdainfully:
"They're just a few young guys, with all the witnesses and evidence...

Haha, if they doubt me and check my wine, they will find out where this idiot Lin Azhu has been, and he has sweat medicine at home, which further confirms his suspicion, so in the end this matter is just an ordinary incident. Homicide case. "

"Why?"

"Haha, who made Lin A'zhu covet the daughter of the wine shop owner? Moreover, this idiot Lin A'zhu is a stubborn person. Now that Hong Yao is dead, he will get what he wanted and admit that he killed her." Zhao Zongwu Smiling proudly, he asked:

"No one saw you stealing the knife, right?"

"Don't worry, I went there in disguise."

Zhao Zongwu nodded, then frowned and said:

"It happened just as you expected. It turned out to be people from the China Secret Service. These people have a keen sense of smell, but their abilities are a bit unsatisfactory."

"Mizunama-kun, you can't underestimate them, otherwise I won't let you take the risk...

Recently, the Secret Service has been launching attacks everywhere, and many of the empire’s elites have been arrested, and some of them have been literally broken into pieces.”

"It should be you who should be cautious, Mr. Gao Mu." Zhao Zongwu sneered:
“I remember when you were at Nakano School, you Takagi Yosuke was punished for speaking Japanese.

I didn't expect that I couldn't change this problem after coming to China. You should know that in our industry, if you relax even a little bit, you will fall into the abyss. "

Nakano School, the agent training school located in Nakano, Tokyo, Japan, is a special school established by the Japanese Army to train agents for infiltration, surveillance, and sabotage activities.

When students enter the school, they will be organized into different classes to reshape their living environment and cultivate a sense of "home" in a targeted manner.

Different classes simulate different countries. Students must live and live as if they were in a certain country, learn the country's language, history, geography, customs and habits, are not allowed to speak Japanese, and try to forget their Japanese identity as much as possible.

In addition, what you learn are the intelligence, communications, weapons, assassination, fighting and other survival skills that you need to master as an agent.

Students in the "China China Class" where Mizuma and Takagi belong must go to China to study if they want to obtain a diploma. They must be able to live with Chinese people without being discovered to be qualified.

The place Zhao Zongwu went to was Cangzhou, Hebei. Not only did he graduate successfully, he also learned Chinese martial arts.

Speaking of Nakano School, Takagi showed a hint of sadness and nostalgia on his face. He smiled slightly and said disapprovingly:
"Aren't I fine now? Haha, Mr. Shuijian, there is a proverb that says that Guan Gong also has his own troubles, and masters sometimes fall into the trap. If you want to be a man, don't be afraid of doing it, but if you want to be a bitch, you have to be patient."

The gentle Takagi cursed a few times, his face became a little gloomy, and he sighed:
"I miss the cherry blossoms in my hometown a little bit"

Zhao Zongwu also showed a trace of sadness on his face, and then he praised:
"Takagi-kun is becoming more and more Chinese now."

"Haha, don't you act like a Chinese?" Takagi's expression dimmed and he said again:

"Undercover, undercover, this is not a good word. There are many people who forget about their old background while lying down.
So every night before going to bed, I have to talk to myself, speak Japanese for a while, and think about the cherry blossoms in my hometown.
But I have to control myself, for fear that I will talk in my sleep."

Zhao Zongwu's eyes flashed slightly, so he was not like this. He sighed and said:
"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get the tiger's cubs. There is no absolute safety in our line of work."

As he spoke, his expression changed slightly, he looked directly at Takagi and said:

"Takagi-kun, now that I have woken up, what are the instructions from my superiors and when can I go back?"

"Go back?" Takagi's expression turned cold and he said aggressively:
"Mizunama-kun, who doesn't want to go back? But our mission has just begun. When the empire takes over China, we will definitely return to the country as heroes."

"When?" Zhao Zongwu's expression changed, he was eager to try, but also said melancholy:

"In the 21th year of the Showa era, no, in the st year of the Republic of China, the empire sacrificed thousands of soldiers in Shanghai and failed to capture Shanghai. Is it going to start again?"

"What do you know?" Takagi sneered, raised his lips arrogantly, and said:
"At that time, the empire was opposed by the so-called League of Nations in order to establish Manchukuo, and creating trouble in Shanghai was just to divert international attention.
This is just a fake war, the purpose is to attract the attention of the great powers to Shanghai. "

He paused, smiled strangely, and said mysteriously:
"And I, Takagi Yosuke, followed Miss Yoshiko, happened to be involved in this incident under the leadership of General Tanaka, and was successfully promoted to lieutenant. Mizuma-kun, you have to work hard!"

"Really?" Zhao Zongwu's expression darkened. He didn't expect that Takagi was already a lieutenant, and he was still a second lieutenant.

His eyes flashed, a hint of curiosity appeared on his face, and then he said with a lewd smile:
"I heard that Miss Yoshiko is as beautiful as a flower and has a great figure. Does Takagi-kun have any?"

Takagi smiled mysteriously, licked his lips, then looked stern and said seriously:
"Okay, Mr. Mizuma, we all miss our hometown, but we are soldiers, and soldiers must obey orders."

"This time, the Shanghai Special High School awakened me to perform several tasks, one of which requires your assistance. After completing this task, you can change your identity. Even if the Secret Service interrogates Lin Azhu and doubts you again, , you have disappeared long ago!"

After hearing the mission, Zhao Zongwu also became serious, raised his eyebrows, and asked:

"What mission?"

"It also has something to do with you."

"Is it related to me?"

"Didn't you just deal with China's secret service?

Haha, according to the intelligence passed back by our insiders, the losses of the empire's elites these days are closely related to a man named Zhang Yi, so the order from the superiors is to kill him at all costs. "

"Zhang Yi?" Zhao Zongwu frowned and asked:

"When to act?"

"It should be soon. The agents in Shanghai have already set off. As soon as they arrive, we will take action immediately when news comes from inside. You will assist me as my assistant, just like you did at Nakano School." He smiled happily as he spoke. With a flash of longing, he said:
"Mizunama-kun, this is a task that both the Shanghai Special High School and the Military Police Headquarters attach great importance to.

As long as we succeed, maybe we can return to Shanghai with this meritorious service. Then we can wear the clothes of the Yamato clan in Hongkou, drink sake, eat cherry blossom cakes from our hometown, and hug the gentle and beautiful girl from Nagasaki, and feel comfortable enjoy life. "

"So, this mission can only succeed and cannot fail."

Takagi stood up, looked solemnly, looked at Zhao Zongwu, and continued:
"Mizunama-kun, this is not a request, but an order."

"Ha Yi." Zhao Zongwu bowed in response.

……

　I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival and good luck in everything.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)