Cicada Moving

 Chapter 1249 Discovery

Late at night, at an intersection near Central University.

The night was as heavy as thick ink, with only sparse starlight twinkling faintly in the dark clouds. The cold wind blew from the river, mixed with a slightly moist breath.

In the silence, several military trucks with their lights turned off suddenly stopped on the roadside. Soldiers with loaded guns jumped out of the vehicles one by one. They dragged barbed wire and horses to cut off the road. The noise caused by the collision of military boots with the ground could be heard. Far.

The noise woke up the surrounding residents. The residents lay beside the windows and behind the doors to observe the situation outside, not daring to make a sound, let alone show any light.

Everyone is familiar with such scenes. In the past two years, whenever soldiers block traffic, it means that a large-scale manhunt is about to begin.

As for the reason, it may be the work of Japanese spies, or it may be the arrest of underground gangs, but no matter what the reason is, something will always be left in the residents' homes after the raid is over.

So before the checkpoints were set up, the women covered their children's mouths and hid in the bedrooms. The men hid their belongings and waited for the military police to come to the door. The young women skillfully wiped the ash from the pot on their faces.

This is very similar to the experience of ordinary people in enemy-occupied areas, except that in enemy-occupied areas, it was the Japanese who smashed pots and things, but here they were replaced by Japanese soldiers and police officers.

A few minutes passed, and the sound of banging on the door and shouting came as scheduled. Police officers wearing black leather broke into each house and questioned the people inside.

"Name?"

"age?"

"How many people are there in the family?"

"Everybody come out and stand."

There were police officers in each household holding household registration books and flashlights, asking the same questions to the household heads. During this period, the sound of breaking pots and pans and the cries of women and children could be heard from time to time in the house.

Gu Qi and Wu Jingzhong stood on the street. They frowned as they listened to the noise, but they didn't say much, and they had no intention of stopping the police.

After all, Bai Wenzhi's men are like this. If the discipline suddenly improves, it will arouse the enemy's suspicion, which will only cause hardship to the people.

The search continues, and occasionally someone is pushed out of the door with his hands tied behind his back. These are suspicious persons whose information does not match the household registration. These people will be taken back to a nearby police station for further screening.

Wu Jingzhong handed Gu Qi a cigarette, lit a lighter and asked, "Deputy Director, can you tell us whether we will encounter underground parties?"

Gu Qi held a cigarette in his mouth, blocking the firelight and the howling cold wind with his right hand. He glanced at the suspicious person squatting on the ground and shook his head slightly.

"It's unlikely. The underground party is much more cautious than the spies. But if you hunt rabbits in the grass, you might encounter one or two careless dissidents."

What the two of them didn't know was that their immediate boss, Zuo Zhong, was checking Lao K's telegram. In the telegram, Lao K stated that the underground intelligence agents in Shancheng had entered a dormant state after receiving the early warning.

Time passed slowly, and the location of suspect No. 3 was still not found. Wu Jingzhong paced the roadside anxiously, and Gucci was smoking cigarettes one after another.

There is only one chance. Once suspect No. 3 senses the danger and evacuates directly from the mountain city, it will be difficult for the military commander to catch him.

Suddenly, a little spy dressed as a police officer hurried to Gu Qi and Wu Jingzhong and saluted: "Report, a suspicious person was found. This guy tried to escape, but was held down by our people."

"Lead the way." Gu Qi threw the cigarette **** to the ground, stamped it out with his foot, and quickly left the place.

The little agent led Gu Qi and Wu Jingzhong to a dilapidated residential house. Several soldiers had already pressed a man to the ground. The man was thin and his face was covered with mud.

"Raise your head!" Wu Jingzhong said coldly.

The other party seemed not to hear, and turned his head to the other side, with a fierce look in his eyes, and the little agent gave him a kick on the spot.

Wu Jingzhong waved his hand to ask the little agent to get out of the way. He grabbed the man's hair and looked at his appearance carefully. He stood up and said to Gu Qi: "Deputy Director, you are not the person we are looking for."

"Well, take him back and interrogate him strictly. There must be a big case against him."

Gu Qi also lost interest in cross-examination. A real spy would not be so impulsive. This person is most likely a gangster who committed a major crime. Just ask him what crime he committed and kill him. It can be considered a credit.

at the same time.

In a residential area hundreds of meters away from Gu Qi and Gu Qi, several police officers knocked on the door of a courtyard. Gui Youguang, who was temporarily arrested, followed them, scanning the surrounding area with his peripheral vision.

A woman's voice soon sounded in the courtyard. After a while, the courtyard door opened and the police officers rushed in. Gui Youguang stood by the door, put his hand in front of his mouth and yawned.

With the help of the faint moonlight, he quickly looked around the yard, listening to the conversation between the police officer and the woman, and silently increased his vigilance in his heart.

The household register shows that the head of this household is a man, but why is it a woman who opens the door?

Gui Youguang leaned lazily on the door frame, his right hand close to his waist, ready to receive enemy fire at any time. From his current position, he could advance and attack, retreat and defend, and he could hide behind the wall with just one roll.

As for these police officers, just ask for your blessings. Anyway, the pension is not provided by the military. According to the pre-established procedures, the police officers checked whether there were any suspicious objects in the house, counted the number of people again, found that one person was missing, and immediately asked the woman where the other person was.

The woman trembled and replied that the head of the household worked at the dock. She also provided the name and address of the dock. The police officer recorded these in the record and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, did the neighbor next door go out today?" Gui Youguang asked a question at this time.

He asked this question because they were questioning and searching, but there was no movement at all next door, which was a bit abnormal.

The woman was stunned for a moment and said blankly: "I don't know, I haven't seen Mr. Zhao for several days."

Gui Youguang took the household register from the police officer and saw that there was only one registered resident next door. His name was Zhao Dayang, a native of Jinling, a businessman by profession, and he was in his forties.

This person's age and height are close to that of Suspect No. 3. The dim flashlight shines on the file. The photo in the upper right corner of the file also bears some resemblance to Suspect No. 3, especially between the eyebrows.

Although there is only a slight resemblance, considering that it is impossible for the suspect to go to Central University and Yuan's house without disguise, the suspicion of this person named Zhao Dayang has suddenly risen, which is at least worthy of attention.

Throwing the household register back with his backhand, Gui Youguang drew his gun and winked at the leading police officer, gesturing for him to knock on the door.

The police officer cursed Agent Gou in his heart, but he did not dare to object, so he had no choice but to walk to the door of the next courtyard, raised his hand and knocked lightly on the unpadlocked door.

"Knock it hard for me. Just as you usually do, it will be like this." Gui Youguang waved his gun with a stern look in his eyes.

Facing the muzzle of the gun, the police officer slapped the door panel with his hand with a sad face. After several bang-dong-dong sounds, there was still no response from the hospital.

Without Gui Youguang's reminder, the vigilant agents quickly surrounded the courtyard. Six elite soldiers armed with Thompson submachine guns were divided into two teams and stood in a line on the walls on both sides of the gate. They only waited for an order to break through the door. And enter.

After a few more minutes, the police almost smashed the door panel, but Zhao Dayang still didn't show up. Gui Youguang completely lost his patience and made an offensive gesture to his subordinates.

Since the door is unlocked, it means that there is either someone in the house or the enemy is deliberately confusing the view. At present, it seems that the latter is more likely.

After receiving the order, the two agents belonging to the special operations team threw the submachine guns on their belts behind them, jumped onto the low wall with a running start, and flexibly climbed in.

After landing, one of them faced the security guard of the building in the courtyard with a gun, while the other groped to the courtyard gate, and carefully groped around the gate and the ground with his hands in the dark, looking for possible booby traps or traps.

Until it was determined that there was no danger, the second person gently opened the door bolt, then turned around and cooperated with the first person to control the doors and windows of the building in the courtyard.

Gui Youguang pushed aside the obstructive police officer and led the team into the yard. The yard was not large, with only three connected bungalows and a small vegetable garden.

The agents who came in with him automatically dispersed to strategic positions and raised their guns on guard in case someone rushed out of the house, even though this was unlikely.

Looking at the dark room, Gui Youguang gave two orders again: "Check the scene and send someone to notify Deputy Director Gu and Deputy Director Wu."

Immediately some spies ran towards the door, and the remaining people picked up flashlights, probes and other tools to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the interior of the bungalow and the vegetable garden.

In the bungalow, the agents found no one or suspicious items except for a basement entrance. There was a thick layer of dust on the tables and chairs in the house, which seemed to have been vacant for a long time.

After a while, Gu Qi and Wu Jingzhong received the news and came over. Just as they were about to exchange information with Gui Youguang, they heard someone shouting that an abnormality had been discovered.

The three of them followed the sound to the vegetable garden. The little agent who called out pointed to a field of red rapeseed and reported: "Deputy Director, two directors, the soil here has signs of turning."

Gu Qi's heart sank. Zhao Dayang, who was suspected of being suspect No. 3, the courtyard with no one locked, Yuan Chuyu missing, and the vegetable garden being turned over. These clues together were not a good sign. He spat out one word coldly.

"dig!"

"yes."

The little agents brought shovels and hoes and started digging. The red rapeseed that was growing vigorously was shoveled aside. Gu Qi sighed slightly as he smelled the increasingly strong corpse stench in the air.

When they dug half a meter from the surface, the agents put down their iron tools and gently pushed away the soil with their hands. A moment later, a corpse appeared in front of everyone.

Wu Jingzhong covered his nose with one hand and shined a flashlight on the face of the deceased. Under the light was a pale young face. The other person was Yuan Chuyu who had been missing for several days. Yuan's father and Yuan's mother could not wait for their son to come home.

The corpse in the mud pit was lying prone, with ropes binding its hands and feet, its joints severely twisted, a piece of cloth stuffed in its mouth, a ferocious face, and wide-eyed eyes.

A good young man died like this, so silently and miserably.

Gui Youguang put on gloves and touched the body, raised his head and said to Gu Qi: "There are no obvious injuries on the body surface and bones. The specific cause of death requires an autopsy."

"Well, let Dr. Ling come over and report the findings here to the deputy chairperson." Gu Qi said softly with a look of regret on his face.