Cicada Moving

Chapter 1246 Radio

At the beginning of the 20th century, radio technology was advancing rapidly, especially the large-scale role of vacuum tubes, which made radio performance better and better.

However, the electronic tube is fragile and easily damaged, so after placing the radio, the user generally does not move it to avoid vibration and damage to the internal parts.

Unless it is due to moving or other unavoidable reasons, you will risk moving the radio. After all, a radio is expensive, but the Yuan family has not moved recently, so why would Yuan Chuyu do this.

While thinking, Wu Chunyang left the bookshelf and walked to the desk to take away all the items on it. He asked the little agent to get talcum powder, then grabbed a handful and put it in the palm of his hand and blew on it.

Under the influence of the airflow, the powder spread evenly, and the dark red desk was immediately covered with a thin layer of talcum powder. Then four shallow pits were exposed in the upper right corner of the desk, the size and distance of which were consistent with the feet on the bottom of the radio.

Wu Chunyang's eyes lit up, and while asking the little agent to take photos to collect evidence, he crossed his arms and started thinking.

Yuan Chuyu moved the radio from the bookshelf to the desk, probably to record something with pen and paper. At the same time, the sound of the radio was very low and he needed to be placed close to hear it clearly.

It seems that the other party doesn't want their parents to hear what's on the radio, otherwise they can just turn up the volume and there's no need to carry a machine weighing dozens of kilograms around.

Judging from the traces on the desk, this behavior has been going on for a long time, and secretly listening to the radio is the daily work of spies. Could it be that there was a mistake in the screening of the second branch, and there was something wrong with the Yuan family?

Wu Chunyang walked out of Yuan Chuyu's bedroom and said to Yuan's father and mother, "Boy, when did you buy the radio in the room?"

Yuan Hansen and Lu Wan looked at each other, not understanding the agent's intention of asking this question. After a moment of hesitation, Yuan Hansen replied as the representative.

"I bought it from a German trading house half a year ago and it cost more than 100 yuan. Sir, is there something wrong with the radio?"

"No, I'm just a little curious." Wu Chunyang shook his head and smiled again: "You are willing to give up such an expensive thing?"

When mentioning this matter, Yuan Hansen's expression straightened, he straightened his back and said proudly.

"Chu Yu is quite talented in learning languages ​​from various countries. As a parent, it is natural for us to provide the best conditions for our children. A radio is nothing to us."

Wu Chunyang suddenly realized that Yuan's father was both a teacher and a wealthy gentleman. In the eyes of such a person, as long as it was beneficial to his studies, it was worth spending any amount of money.

After thinking about it, he asked the female spy to take Yuan's mother Lu Wan out. He sat across from Yuan Hansen, looked into his eyes and asked a few questions.

The first is the situation of the Yuan family, such as how many generations they have lived in the mountain city, who their relatives are, where their place of origin is, etc.

The second was to ask Yuan Hansen about his experiences when he was young, where he had been and who he knew.

The third is to confirm with Yuan Hansen whether he has left the mountain city for a long time.

These questions have been checked in both places, but Wu Chunyang still wants to hear Yuan Hansen's answer again. He believes in his professional ability. If the other party lies, he will not be able to hide it from his eyes.

Unfortunately, Yuan Hansen's performance was impeccable, and with witnesses, testimonies, and historical files as circumstantial evidence, the suspicion of Yuan Hansen being involved in espionage can basically be ruled out.

But Wu Chunyang was not disappointed. He reached out and took the other party's file from the little spy's hand, looked at the contents and raised his head and asked.

"Mr. Yuan, it is recorded in the file that you know Red Russian, right?"

"good."

Yuan Hansen admitted frankly and said in a very emotional tone: "When I was young, I happened to achieve success in my life, and the former president advocated uniting with Red Russia, so many people learned Red Russian in order to build the country as soon as possible."

Well, it was a bit dangerous to discuss this matter. Wu Chunyang decisively changed the topic and returned the conversation to the case itself.

"So Mr. Yuan, have you ever heard of your son listening to the Red Russian Radio or other countries' radio at home, and recording the broadcast content with pen and paper?"

Yuan Hansen was stunned, thought carefully and then shook his head: "I have never seen it before. Yuan always values ​​equality at home. Even if Chuyu is my son, Zhuojing and I will not enter at will without his permission." His room, but..."

Halfway through his words, Yuan Hansen stuttered, and Wu Chunyang quickly asked.

"But what?"

Yuan Hansen frowned and said with some uncertainty: "A few months ago, Chu Yu came back from school during the vacation and went to the city with his middle school classmates early the next morning.

After he left, Zhuo Jing went into the house to clean up, and saw a piece of paper on the desk with a paragraph of Red Russian written on it. By the way, Zhuo Jing was a student of Qiming Girls' School in Shanghai, and he also knew some Red Russian. "

Wu Chunyang was refreshed. After two days of searching, he finally found something. He immediately asked about the content of the red Russian text.

Yuan Hansen smiled bitterly: "Sir, Zhuo Jing just mentioned it at that time. I didn't pay attention. If you want to know what is written on the paper, you should let Zhuo Jing answer it."

This answer is reasonable. There are many such small things in life. It is normal for the other party not to remember. Wu Chunyang thought and shouted to the door.

"Here, please come over, Mrs. Yuan."

Not long after, Lu Wan sat down on the sofa again. She had just been questioned outside. A little secret agent nodded gently to Wu Chunyang, indicating that no flaws were found in the questioning. The smile on Wu Chunyang's face remained unchanged, and he told Lu Wan about the note with a smile. Lu Wan said without thinking too much.

"The note contained a news release from Hong Russia. As you know, this matter is somewhat taboo, so I burned the note. When Chu Yu came back, he blamed me."

After hearing her answer, Wu Chunyang did not hold on to the matter of secretly listening to Red Russian Radio. Instead, he asked the other party to write out the contents of the press release. There were so many people in the mountain city with radios that he could not handle this kind of thing.

Lu Wan is indeed a talented girl from Qiming Girls' School, with an outstanding memory. She picked up the pen after recalling for a moment and started writing.

"Chiva City Radio Station Communication, Mosk sternly warned Berlin..."

Wu Chunyang stretched his head to look and found that this was a press release from Red Russia targeting Germany. Who would be interested in this matter.

German?

Japanese?

Or American?

Besides, as long as there is a radio, anyone can listen to similar news. There is no need for Yuan Chuyu to record it secretly. Could it be that this is an encrypted message?

Hiding secret instructions in seemingly normal broadcasts is a common method used by intelligence agencies in various countries to issue orders and deliver messages to intelligence personnel lurking overseas.

Could it be that Yuan Chuyu deciphered the encrypted information and blackmailed the relevant forces, thus getting 20,000 US dollars? A top student in the mathematics department who is proficient in multiple languages ​​has the ability to do this.

On the day of his disappearance, Yuan Chuyu brought his notebook to meet with someone in order to blackmail him again, but the other party became angry and chose to silence him.

Holding the note, Wu Chunyang had many speculations in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the truth.

But where is the evidence? No matter how well you think without evidence, it's useless. The deputy will not listen to his "story". The suspect must be found first, and by the way, the bank! letter!

Wu Chunyang stood up suddenly and ordered to the agents: "Apply to the headquarters for additional manpower. You must protect Mr. and Mrs. Yuan."

He was worried that if the suspect suspected that Yuan Chuyu had a back-up plan and thought of using Yuan's father and Yuan's mother to blackmail him, then Yuan Hansen and Lu Wan would be in danger and had to guard against this.

After arranging the security of Yuan's house, Wu Chunyang quietly left from the back door, walked around a few times and walked into another small courtyard. This place was a temporary surveillance point. From here, he could clearly see the gate of Yuan's house and the nearby streets. Lane situation.

At the wall of the courtyard, three little spies were lying on the wall with their buttocks pouted, looking out through the narrow gap. The posture was a bit funny, but only they knew the sadness. After several hours of surveillance, the surveillance personnel were often tired. I can't even straighten my waist.

Wu Chunyang inspected the surveillance points and found no problems. He patted the spy chief on the shoulder with satisfaction, and then skillfully won people's hearts.

"You've done a good job. Please make a note of it and ask the General Secretary to give more salary increases (bonuses) to the brothers who have been working in the field this month."

"Thank you, Director."

The courtyard resounded with undulating thanksgivings to each other. The voices were not loud but they were very exciting. Why did everyone do things with their heads high? Apart from the feelings of family and country, it was not just to support their families.

The spies with high morale took turns to monitor Yuan Zhai. Time soon came to the afternoon, and a postman came from a distance while humming a tune and riding a bicycle.

The three little spies on duty were drowsy. They suddenly woke up when they saw the postman. One of them turned back to report the message, while the other two stared intently at both ends of the road.

"Li Junfu got on the boat

Playing around with the boat girl..."

The postman in black uniform sang while riding. He took out letters from the canvas bag hung on the beam with his right hand and stuffed them into the mailboxes of residents on the street without looking at them. Miraculously, none of them were delivered correctly. .

But the agents don't care about the postman's professional skills. What they care about is whether there is anyone following him.

Assuming that the suspect already knows the existence of the letter, what the other party will do is definitely **** or steal the letter.

To achieve this goal, it is essential to determine whether the environment is safe and the delivery status of the letter. The postman has become the best target for suspects.

Behind the surveillance hole, the little agent held up a camera to take pictures of all the faces of passers-by, but while taking pictures, a passerby with his head lowered caught his attention.

Because no matter how you shoot, this person can perfectly avoid the camera with the help of surrounding obstacles. Shop signs and covers, roadside notice boards and other pedestrians, everything becomes a cover for the other person.

"Director, there's a situation!"

Upon hearing the warning, Wu Chunyang jumped over in a few steps and put his eyes in front of the hole. At the same time, the little spy's reminder sounded in his ears.

"Nine o'clock direction, 50 meters away, male, slightly fat, royal blue top, black pants, about 1.65 meters tall."

Through the reminder of the little spy, Wu Chunyang successfully found the suspicious person. It seemed that he had a sixth sense. The other person suddenly looked towards the yard where the surveillance point was located.

(End of chapter)