Cicada Moving

Chapter 1245 A letter

  In the mountain town at the end of March 1941, the air was filled with tension.

A few days ago, the Japanese army secretly mobilized the 33rd and 34th Divisions and the 20th Composite Brigade. Under the command of the 11th Army Commander Sonobe Kazuichiro, they attempted to carry out separate attacks on Shanggao to attack and weaken the Fruit Army.

In response to the Japanese attack, General Luo, deputy commander of the 9th Theater and commander-in-chief of the 19th Group Army, assembled about 11 divisions to participate in counterattacks. The haze of war hung over the mountain city.

In the military command headquarters, Wu Chunyang quickly organized the documents, put on an old but still neat windbreaker, and walked out of the office quickly.

The sky outside was a bit gloomy, as if it would rain at any time, and Wu Chunyang's mood was as heavy as the weather. He said nothing while riding to the post office.

The cases cracked by the military commanders in the past either had clear targets or were already cases, and they just followed the clues to arrest the person.

But this time it was different. They only knew that Yuan Chuyu was missing and that it was related to the espionage case. They knew nothing else.

This feeling of losing control over the case made Wu Chunyang very uncomfortable. He kept urging the driver to speed up, and his irritability was palpable.

Forty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the post office. The agents had already surrounded the post office, and they all saluted and said hello when they saw him.

Wu Chunyang was in no mood for small talk, so he immediately called the person in charge at the scene and asked urgently: "Where are the witnesses who saw Yuan Chuyu?"

The person in charge at the scene pointed to a shrinking hawker and respectfully replied: "Report to the director, that's him. On the day Yuan Chuyu disappeared, he bought a pack of melon seeds from him, and the two had a quarrel over the price."

Wu Chunyang was confused. There was a roasted seed shop right in front of the Central University. Why did the target come here to buy melon seeds despite being close by?

Moreover, according to the preliminary investigation, Yuan Chuyu has a gentle personality and has never blushed with anyone. Why did he have a quarrel with a street vendor?

After thinking about it, Wu Chunyang decided to ask about the situation first, so he waved to the vendor and called him to him.

"Hello, sir." The vendor took off his hat and bowed deeply.

Wu Chunyang looked stern and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, what did that student say to you?"

"Okay, okay." The hawker nodded and quickly replied: "The boy bought half a catty of melon seeds. If my scale is not accurate, tell me, I, a roasted food stall, can weigh it on the scale. Do you want to do anything?"

At this point, the vendor looked very aggrieved, as if he had been insulted.

"Then did you move or not?"

Wu Chunyang looked at this person with a half-smile, asked slowly, and lifted up the corner of his clothes to reveal the gun at his waist.

"this."

The vendor laughed dryly twice, lowered his head and stopped talking. It was obvious that his buttocks were not very clean.

Too lazy to talk to such a profiteer, Wu Chunyang asked him to recount the situation that day, especially Yuan Chuyu's actions. After speaking, he patted his gun again.

Looking at the dark pistol, the hawker swallowed, not daring to ramble any more, and stammered: "The boy's voice was very loud during the quarrel. I was afraid of attracting the patrol police, so I took less money. After he paid, Qian dropped a letter into the mailbox and left."

"Remember the time?"

"Remember, it's a quarter past five."

At this time, the spy leader in charge of the scene also added in a low voice: "Director, I asked the post office. The mailbox is collected every day, and the targeted letters have been sent away.

Since there are no records of ordinary civilian letters, it cannot be directly traced. The brothers are asking the deliveryman to see if they can find clues, but there is little hope. "

Wu Chunyang turned around and looked at the mailbox not far away, then looked at the roasted seeds and nuts stall, already having some guesses in his mind.

Yuan Chuyu's quarrel with the street vendor was probably intentional. The purpose was to enhance the memory of the witnesses, thereby leaving a trace of his own activities and leading investigators to the letter.

If nothing else, the letter must have written down the reason for Yuan Chuyu's disappearance, as well as clues about the suspect.

This top student in the Department of Mathematics must have sensed the danger and wanted to set up an insurance policy for himself.

—If the meeting with the mysterious person goes well, he will take the letter back, and on the contrary, investigators can use the letter to find the suspect.

But the other party never expected that the Shancheng Police Department would not take this matter to heart at all, wasting the best investigation time and wasting his careful plan.

Therefore, Yuan Chuyu probably sent the letter to school, home, or other places he frequented, because only in this way can he ensure that the letter is received or that the letter is recycled as soon as possible.

Someone has to be sent to monitor Central University and Yuan Zhai. The suspect is likely to know about this. A student cannot keep secrets in the hands of professional intelligence personnel.

So is it possible to check the letters by the address? The answer is no, because the workload is too heavy and it is easy to alert the snake.

Wu Chunyang thought clearly and was about to order a comprehensive surveillance of the Central University and Yuan's house and investigate the places where the target frequented, but a small spy came quickly and whispered a report.

"Director, the news from the Second Division is that the target has a deposit of 20,000 US dollars in the Bank of Communications. The suspect will withdraw money at any time. Director Song hopes that we will send someone to stay guard."

Wu Chunyang frowned, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Dedicate a third of the manpower to keep an eye on the suspect. If you find the suspect, don't act rashly, and try to find a way to find the other party's foothold."

"Yes!" All the agents responded in unison. After hearing the replies from his men, Wu Chunyang added: "The remaining people immediately sealed off the school and Yuan's house, and they also couldn't let go of the places where the target often hangs out.

Intra-city communications take at least three to four days to be delivered, which means that the letters sent by Yuan Chuyu are still on the way, so everyone needs to be patient and punctual.

(ps: I sent a letter to a friend around 2000, and it took five days in the same city)

Remember, if you find a letter or a suspicious person, don't do anything. I want the intelligence network behind the suspect. If anyone causes trouble, you know the house rules. "

According to military discipline, losers will face severe punishment, including but not limited to expulsion, imprisonment, and even execution.

As the order was issued, the little spies took action quickly and went to various target locations for control. A large net was slowly rolled out in the mountain city.

Wu Chunyang returned to the car and thought silently, Yuan Chuyu was just a student, how did he earn 20,000 US dollars.

Selling information?

No one in the Yuan family works in the military and political agencies and has no access to sensitive information. Unless Yuan Chuyu has obtained some information about the National Defense Project of Central University, it seems that this clue cannot be abandoned.

Outside the car window, drizzle began to fall, hitting the car window with a slight sound, and the car Wu Chunyang was riding disappeared in the rain.

Yuan Zhai.

Yuan's father, Yuan Hansen, and Yuan's mother, Lu Wan, were sitting on the sofa in the living room. They looked at the little agent who was constantly rummaging for items, with sad expressions on their faces.

Although the agents did not say it clearly, they knew that their son must have caused a big trouble, otherwise the military commander would not have sent so many people to the door. Now even if their son could come back, he would probably be behind bars.

In the corner, Wu Chunyang stood beside the flower table and poked the leaves of the bonsai with his hands, then turned back to look at Yuan Hansen and his wife with his hands behind his back.

"Mr. Yuan, did Mr. Yuan do anything unusual when he was at home? Please rest assured that as long as you two cooperate with our investigation, Mr. Yuan will be able to return home safely soon."

He did not tell Zuo Zhong's speculation about Yuan Chuyu's death. Now that the case has reached the point, Yuan Chuyu's life or death is no longer important.

The Republic of China does lack talents with higher education, but compared with intelligence security, the life and death of a student is insignificant. It is a bit cruel to say this, but that is the fact.

Yuan Hansen's expression changed. He didn't believe the agent's explanation at all. But so what if he didn't believe it. If he wanted to find his son, he had to cooperate with him.

Realizing this, Yuan Hansen clenched his hands into fists and slowly spoke after looking at Lu Wan who looked worried.

"Sir, Chu Yu almost always stays in his room when he is at home, and occasionally goes out to meet his childhood friends. If you don't believe it, you can ask the servants at home."

"Hahaha, Mr. Yuan, don't get excited. I'm just following the rules."

Wu Chunyang pressed his hand and comforted with a fake smile. He took the opportunity to glance at Yuan's mother. Seeing that her expression was normal, he immediately believed 80% of Yuan's father's statement.

Asking people to "protect" Yuan Hansen and Lu Wan, he slowly walked into Yuan Chuyu's room and carefully looked at the layout and furnishings in the room.

Different from other cities, the terrain of the mountain city is rugged, and many houses are not built facing south. This is the case in Yuan's house. Yuan Chuyu's bedroom is oriented east to west.

In the spacious room, a single bed is placed against the north wall. Bookshelves and wardrobes are placed on the opposite south wall. There is a washbasin on the east wall. There is a desk in front of the window on the west wall, which has the best lighting.

Most of these furniture are made of solid wood, the paint is as bright as new, and the style is also popular in recent years, which proves from the side that the Yuan family is well off.

Wu Chunyang took two steps and came to the bookshelf. The six-story bookshelf was filled with books. The technical staff had checked it before and found no sensitive publications in it.

Besides, even if there are underground party books among these books, it's none of Wu Chunyang's business. What he cares about is the radio on the top shelf.

In the early on-site survey records, many information such as the origin and brand of the radio were clearly registered.

This is a German-made Telefunken brand high-power radio with 8 electron tubes. It has a large signal reception range, strong signal, clear sound quality and reliable performance.

According to the wartime radio control regulations, the Yuan family was not qualified to purchase a high-end radio of this level. However, the Central University issued a certificate for Yuan Chuyu, proving that the radio was used for scientific research, and the police department approved it.

Wu Chunyang casually turned on the power. After a few rustling sounds, a female voice speaking in Red Russian appeared on the speaker. It sounded like a civilian radio somewhere in Hong Russia.

This is why the government controls high-power radios. If you listen to too much news about dissidents, you will inevitably have dangerous thoughts.

After turning off the power, Wu Chunyang turned around and prepared to leave. His eyes accidentally glanced at the bottom of the radio, and his body suddenly froze.

Under dim light, when viewed from the side, the originally smooth surface of the bookshelf is covered with slight scratches, which are difficult to detect without careful observation, and there are no such marks on other parts of the bookshelf on the same floor.

Obviously, Yuan Chuyu often moved the radio, so why did the other party do this? Wu Chunyang suddenly turned his head and looked at the desk, his eyes narrowed slightly.

(End of chapter)