Cicada Moving

Chapter 412: Scum

Those who can travel long distances by bus these days are naturally not as poor as they say. They all have some wealth, but they have nothing to do with a powerful organization like the Secret Service.

The people in the car looked at Agent Gou with a fake smile on his face, and suddenly felt that the fierce commander just now was quite good. The soldiers were at least reasonable, but these agents were not at all.

Humpty Dumpty looked at everyone's reaction and chuckled: "I told you not to be afraid. We are here to apprehend the assassin. As long as your identity is correct, you will be able to go home soon."

This person was naturally Song Minghao. According to the plan, he was responsible for the Changgan Bridge checkpoint in the south of the city. Not long after the blockade started, he discovered this noisy car and came to see the situation.

He observed the expressions of the passengers calmly, some were scared, some were disgusted, and some were calm. These were considered normal reactions. After all, not everyone was afraid of the Secret Service.

Furthermore, Japanese spies are not so amateurish as to reveal flaws in their expressions. If you want to find out the opponent, you still have to start with the abnormal behavior, especially when you see the level, whether anyone has any abnormal behavior.

He turned around and looked at the driver holding the steering wheel, reached out and patted the other person's shoulder. The driver trembled all over, then slowly turned his head, revealing a frightened face.

Song Minghao asked: "You are the driver of this car. Is the car privately owned or government-owned? How many people were in the car when it set off from the bus station? How many people were in the car on the way? Tell me."

"Guanying, we are employees of the Jiangbei Road Administration Bureau. This car goes back and forth between Jinling and Guangling. I am definitely not an assassin. I usually just drive. You can ask her these things you ask."

After speaking, the driver pointed to a woman in the car: "She is the conductor on the car. She knows best how many people are coming on. Yes, she also has an account book. We need to check the account when we return to the station."

Song Minghao followed the driver's hand and saw the young woman shivering in the crowd. Hearing what the driver said, the woman's already white face became even whiter, without any color.

He waved to the woman: "Miss, come out. You heard me. I just want to know about the passengers. If you finish asking about it early, you can leave early. Don't waste everyone's time."

As soon as he said this, the ticket seller's side instantly emptied out. No one present wanted to cause trouble. An old lady even climbed onto the luggage rack by hanging on the armrest. Song Minghao's eyes almost popped out.

The conductor was on the point of crying when he saw this scene, so he had to walk slowly to the front of the carriage. He looked at the back of the driver's head fiercely, then took out a small notebook from his bag and handed it over.

She said tremblingly: "Sir, this is the account book. There were 28 people when we departed from Jinling Station. These people bought their tickets from the station ticket window. The rest of them don't have tickets."

　　"Specific number of people, don't play tricks."

Song Minghao lowered his head and flipped through the account book. He frowned and said, "I know your tricks. No matter how many tickets you sell, it's still money from the General Administration of Roads. The money collected from the bus on the way is what you can put in your pocket."

There are a lot of people to take care of on this line. Road administration inspections and station inspections all have to be paid. If you include yourself and the driver, you don’t have a specific count? Don't take me for a fool. "

He looked at the conductor coldly after saying that. It had nothing to do with him how much money the other party made, but if the arrest of the Japanese spy was delayed because of this matter, he might have to take this person back and entertain him.

“Yes, there is a count.” The conductor hurriedly explained: “There are 18 people on the bus halfway, including those without seats. We really didn’t know there were assassins here. Sir, you must believe me.”

Song Minghao glanced at the other party and continued to ask: "Before seeing the checkpoint, is there anyone who wants to get off the car, or whose face is wrong? Remember it carefully. If you catch the assassin, you will be rewarded heavily."

At this point, he said to all the passengers: "Everyone listen, if anyone notices anything unusual before the car reaches Changqian Bridge, please tell them and the reward will not be less."

　　The conductor and passengers were stunned for a moment, and then they either started to think hard or not. It was just that the car was too crowded and noisy, so few people cared about what the people around them were doing.

After a long time, the carriage became quiet.

Song Minghao knew that there was no chance of arresting people quickly, so he closed the ledger and said: "Everyone gets off the car and lines up. No luggage is allowed. There will be a group with seats and a group without seats. Anyone who dares to move will be taken away directly."

Since no abnormal behavior can be found, we can only investigate and question the passengers, and search the luggage they carry. The Japanese spies will not be left empty-handed during the emergency evacuation, and at least they will have weapons for self-defense.

　　The reason why we got off the car was because the space in the carriage was too small. If we really found the Japanese spy, if he exchanged fire with the spy, it would cause massive casualties, then his crime would be great. It was safer to get out of the car and conduct a screening.

When the passengers heard that they had to get off the bus, they immediately expressed their dissatisfaction. However, facing the changed expressions of the agents, they reluctantly got off the bus and stood up in line as required.

Song Minghao got off the bus and stood aside, observing the crowd carefully. The passengers without tickets were obviously wearing shabby clothes. They got on the bus halfway just to save money. There were no seats and they only paid half the price.

 Most of these people were women and children, and more than half of the 18 people were women. This did not include the children who did not need to buy tickets. Adding them all together, there were more than 30 passengers on the bus halfway.

  In other words, there are fifty or sixty people crammed into this car. The driver and conductor really want money at the expense of their lives. Even if it is so overloaded, they are not afraid of an accident on the way. Are there any spies among these people?

Song Minghao thought for a while, walked up to the two lines of queues, stared at the passengers who started to make noise again, and said nothing until the place became silent again, then he slowly spoke.

“Everyone, please take out your IDs. If you don’t have IDs, please state your address. If you are visiting relatives, please mention your relatives’ names and addresses. In short, you must provide evidence of your activities in Jinling. Do you understand?”

 The people in the car were either residents of Jinling or came to Jinling on business, but no matter what, they always had a place to stay in Jinling, such as a hotel or a relative's house.

Even if you are traveling on the same day, there will be places for food, accommodation and work. Through these, the Intelligence Section can determine the authenticity of the other party's identity. If it cannot provide them, there must be something wrong.

The passengers were cooperative, but the surrounding spies had already surrounded them, with guns in their hands. A good man would not suffer the immediate consequences. Besides, he was only providing some evidence, so there was no need to make himself miserable.

 Permits issued by party headquarters in various places were taken out one after another. This was a new control measure adopted by Jinling to control population movement after the start of the Southwest War. It contained photos and basic information about people. Song Minghao waved his hand, and several spies went to the crowd to check one by one. The handwriting, steel seals and saddle seals on the certificates all had secret markings. Insiders would not know it and it would be difficult to forge them.

Of course, the spies of the Nandou Group may be insiders, so the documents can only be used as a means of auxiliary identification. The real identification requires the agents to rely on their experience and judgment.

 “Shanghai people? It’s a waste of time.”

 “Ah, it’s a waste of time.”

 A little secret agent was talking to a fashionable lady. There was nothing wrong with the ID, and the photo was taken recently. There was not much difference between the real person and the photo, and there was no trace of cropping or modification.

He suddenly said good morning in Shanghainese dialect, and the other party's answer was very natural, without too much thinking or reaction, which shows that people often talk in Shanghainese dialect in daily life, which is not in line with the conditions of a Japanese spy.

The members of the Nandou Group have been lurking in Jinling City for a long time, and rarely use Shanghai dialect. Even if they understand Shanghai dialect, it takes a certain amount of time to switch languages, and the other party's suspicion is not high.

The little agent politely handed back the ID. The moment the woman took the ID, he said, "Where is your luggage? We need to take a look. Once the inspection is complete, you can get on the bus."

The woman had no choice but to retrieve her carry-on luggage, accompanied by another agent. Except for clothes and some money, there were no suspicious items in it, so the suspicion was initially ruled out.

  The reason why I say preliminary is because the activity track she mentioned needs to be investigated. Special agents have already contacted the Secret Service through a temporary field phone to allow other parties to coordinate verification.

This matter is not as complicated as imagined. Now the whole of Jinling is cooperating with this operation. For example, the police only need to verify anything the woman said, and it is easy to distinguish the truth from the false.

Song Minghao didn't speak. He just folded his arms and watched the exchanges between his men and the passengers. Suddenly he saw a woman holding a child, who was talking anxiously to the inquiring agent.

 He ​​walked over in a few steps, looked at the other person from head to toe, frowned and asked the little agent: "What's going on? Is there something wrong with the certificate, or is her trajectory in Jinling unclear?"

 “No, her child has a fever.”

The little spy was also in a dilemma. He explained: "She is from Hui Province. She was going to transfer from Jinling to her husband's house in Guangling. She arrived in Jinling this morning. When she got on the bus, she found that the child had a fever. There was no problem with her ID."

 “Oh, that’s right.”

Song Minghao nodded without expressing his position, turned around and was about to leave, but the next second, he whipped out his gun and threw down the woman holding the child. Before falling to the ground, the child was pushed aside by him.

 “Go and see the child quickly.”

He shouted loudly while pointing his gun at the opponent's head. All the passengers were stunned by his actions, but the agents immediately reacted and rushed forward.

One of the agents with thick arms pinched the woman's cheek with one hand and tore off her collar with the other hand. The other agents held down the woman's struggling hands and feet.

 “Chief, the child is not responding.”

At the same time, someone also went to check the swaddle that had fallen aside. The baby inside was pale and his breathing had become very weak. Only the small arms that twisted from time to time proved that the child was still alive.

With the help of others, Song Minghao climbed up from the ground with difficulty. The last time he personally took action was to catch an arms dealer. He had not exercised strenuously for several months, and he was really uncomfortable.

He didn't care about anything else after getting up. He quickly ran to the little agent and took the swaddle. He skillfully picked up the baby and tried to breathe, and then touched his forehead, with murderous intent on his face and eyes.

He raised his head and told the little agent: "Find a car to take the child to the hospital. Tell the doctor that the child may have taken sleeping pills. When the case is over, look for his biological parents in the newspaper."

The little agent asked with some confusion: "Commander, are you saying that the woman snatched or stole this child? How did you see that? I don't see anything wrong. Can you tell me."

"Have you ever seen a sick child who doesn't make a fuss? And which parent would wrap the child so tightly when he has a fever? Young man, you will know this when you get married. Learn it slowly."

Song Minghao gently shook the baby in his arms and glanced at the roaring suspect on the ground from the corner of his eyes. He decided that no matter whether the suspect was a spy or not, this kind of scum must be brought back to the Secret Service and remade.

However, soon the agents found a miniature pistol in the car, and holes were found in the captured woman's teeth. There was no poison in them. It must have happened suddenly and there was no time to put them in.

 Indeed, who would be willing to put dangerous poison into their mouths without a special mission? After all, the first consideration for large-scale uniform distribution of equipment is cost-effectiveness, not quality and safety.

In short, the possibility that this person is a spy is very high, because there is no need for human traffickers to carry loaded weapons with them, and there is no need to tamper with their teeth. This is the standard behavior of intelligence officers.

"Inform the section chief and them that a suspected Japanese spy has been arrested in the south of the city." Song Minghao felt confident after seeing the pistol. He handed the child to his subordinates and sent him to the hospital, and then ordered: "Continue to check."

There are nearly 7,000 words in two chapters. I am going to write about the underground party for the next case, and there will be a few days in between. Go to sleep, good night.

 (End of this chapter)