Cicada Moving

Chapter 77 Discovering Clues (4000 words)

“He Yijun, follow me, others continue to be on guard.” Zuo Zhong decided to go to the place where Ji Jiafu stayed. There must be something wrong there.

 The two of them wandered around Xuanwu Lake. After walking for a while, they naturally sat on a stone bench.

Ji Jiafu had been sitting here just now, without bending or lowering his head. The position he could reach was around the bench. Zuo Zhong glanced at the surface of the stone bench. There were no holes or places to hide things, and he touched the stone as if nothing had happened. There was also nothing on the back of the stool.

But Ji Jiafu must have come here for a reason. Zuo Zhong recalled and analyzed Ji Jiafu's movements bit by bit in his mind. At that time, he had his hands on his legs and his eyes looking forward. He was not communicating with others or under surveillance. outside.

Zuo Zhong looked at the calm lake. Under such lighting conditions, it was impossible to pass the optical signal connector, and no one could clearly see what was on the other side of the lake. What did he miss?

 Reciting the memories over and over again, one detail caught Zuo Zhong's attention. When a breeze blew earlier, Ji Jiafu's arm moved slightly. The amplitude was very small, but it definitely moved.

What’s even weirder is that when the wind stopped, he stopped too. It couldn’t have been the wind that moved this adult weighing more than 100 pounds. What was the reason why Ji Jiafu moved his arms? What does it have to do with the wind?

The cool breeze by the lake was gusting, and it was indescribably comfortable. Zuo Zhong assumed the same posture, trying to find out the reason, but he immediately discovered that putting his hand on the inner thigh could just block other people's sight. His fingers did It's really hard to notice a small movement, so what can your fingers do?

There was the ground under his fingers, but unless Ji Jiafu's fingers were half a meter long, he would never be able to touch the ground, let alone collect information. While Zuo Zhong was chatting with He Yijun, he lowered his head and glanced at his feet. There was no problem, it was just ordinary. The grassland was no different from other places in Xuanwu Lake. He frowned and rubbed the ground with his feet.

It rained in Jinling two days ago, and the ground was a little damp. After the weeds were kicked away, several holes appeared in front of Zuo Zhong. These were the nests of insects called earth monkeys. They were very common in the local area. There were large holes at the entrance. Small and seemingly meandering.

Is this a dead mailbox? It's a pity that we can't destroy the scene, otherwise we will know it as soon as we dig.

Even if this was a dead mailbox, Ji Jiafu didn't bend down. How did he get the information? Could he do it with just small movements of his fingers? What was the reason for the shaking of his arms? Zuo Zhong fell into thinking.

He did not do anything to the hole in the suspected dead mailbox. He continued chatting and walking with He Yijun, and quietly went to look at the place where Ji Jiafu stayed. He found that these places had one thing in common, that is, there were holes on the surface and nearby ground.

For example, Ji Jiafu was leaning on the winding passages carved out by the water on the rocks in the lake. However, these passages were narrow and winding, and even children, let alone adults, could not reach in if they wanted to remove the contents. .

After wandering around for a long time, He Yijun asked in a low voice: "Brother Zuo, have you found anything?"

Zuo Zhong took her back: "Go back first, this is indeed a bit strange."

When the two returned to the observation point, Gui Youguang asked hurriedly: "Section Chief, what on earth is this guy doing? Has he already taken over?"

Zuo Zhong picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Silently, he raised his head and said, "In our line of work, you have to trust your intuition. There must be something wrong with Ji Jiafu. If he can't find a way to connect, it won't affect this judgment. If he is not Influential writer, we should talk to him in the interrogation room."

Gui Youguang slapped his thigh and said harshly: "Yes, I understand everything after I got on the electric chair."

Zuo Zhong stood by the window, holding the lace of the curtain and looking out the window. He remembered Dai Chunfeng's instructions in his heart. Director Chen and Xu Enzeng were very aggressive. This case must be handled well.

Suddenly, many people rushed towards the lake. Did someone fall into the water? Zuo Zhong squinted his eyes and looked there, preparing to find a spy who was familiar with water to take a look, but before he could speak, a burst of cheers came from afar. , a fisherman jumped onto the river bank happily holding a big carp in his arms.

It turned out to be fishing. Zuo Zhong took back the order to save people, but his eyes caught a thread coming out of the curtain. He looked a little uncomfortable, so he stretched out his hand and pulled out the thread. Unexpectedly, it got longer and longer. , pulled into a line, Zuo Zhong was so angry that he almost pulled down the curtain.

When the agents saw the section chief's childish behavior, they wanted to laugh but didn't dare. Only He Yijun said with a smile: "Brother Zuo, are you going to learn fishing from that fisherman? But this line is not good. You have to use a strong one." Buy a good fishing hook.”

“Hehe.” Gui Youguang scratched his bald head. He didn’t expect that the section chief still had this side.

Zuo Zhong glanced at him. He was about to let this guy stay away from him, but an idea flashed in his mind, fishhook? fishing? fishing! There was also the movement of Ji Jiafu under the breeze, it turned out to be like this.

He rushed out of the observation point and disappeared from everyone's sight. This made Gui Youguang confused, and then he swallowed. Wasn't the section chief angry at him?

 Fortunately, Zuo Zhong rushed back not long after. He walked around the room, turned around and asked everyone: "Can you see anything on me?"

 The agents stared at Zuo Zhong for a long time, and finally shook their heads. They could only see that the section chief was running a little anxiously, but other than that there was nothing unusual.

 “Keep an eye on me, don’t miss a second.”

After Zuo Zhong finished speaking, he changed his clothes, walked out of the observation point alone, walked to the stone bench and sat down under the surveillance of everyone, put his hands on his legs, looked ahead, and came back after a while.

The agents didn't know what the section chief was doing. Just when Gui Youguang was about to ask, Zuo Zhong raised his arm and opened his hand, and a delicate small iron ball appeared in his palm.

Gui Youguang blinked his eyes and said in disbelief: "This is impossible!"

Everyone was stunned. Where did this thing come from? They could see clearly just now. The section chief did not take this thing in his hand when he went out, and he did not put his hand into his pocket during the process.

A smile appeared on Zuo Zhong's face, and he stretched out his other hand. In his hand, a black object entangled with thread was very conspicuous. Without any further pretense, he directly told what it was and Ji Jiafu's wonderful trick.

"This is a magnet. Where Ji Jiafu stayed, there were some small holes in the ground nearby or in the objects themselves. From the outside, it seems impossible to collect the objects because they are narrow and tortuous. But if you put the objects into this small iron ball, use magnets and strings. It’s easy to take out and very discreet.”

No matter how stupid Gui Youguang was, he understood. He slapped his forehead and said: "His subordinates used magnets to pull up the small iron ball and put the information in. Ji Jiafu used the same method to take out the information and put the small iron ball in." Into the dead mailbox, no wonder they don’t need to meet each other, MD, what a cunning method.”

Zuo Zhong looked at the delicate little iron ball, gave up on the idea, and added something next to it: "This is just a small trick, and the shortcomings are not small. For example, the wind blows the thin wire and causes it to shake, and your hands have to move to control it. , so it is easy to detect, just like Ji Jiafu.”

The only dead mailbox that the Intelligence Department had access to before was Chen Jianzhong (Ishimaru Ichiro) in the Jingsi Pavilion on the south city wall. The other party hid it secretly, but did not have Ji Jiafu's clever collection methods.

Everyone lamented that the Japanese spies were getting more and more cunning. If the section chief hadn't been observant, they would have been able to hide it.

“Section Chief, arrest him, it will save some people from gossiping.” Gui Youguang asked for instructions. He knew how much pressure Zuo Zhong was under during this period. Those who achieve great things will surely be slandered all over the world. Only mediocre ordinary people will not be jealous. But does such a good reputation mean anything? Zuo Zhong put down the small iron ball in his hand and shook his head: "Follow the clues and learn first. Find Ji Jiafu’s offline, and if you touch him in the end, he won’t be able to escape.”

It is useless to catch Ji Jiafu. He is more professional and careful than all the Japanese spies Zuo Zhong has encountered before. He will not speak so easily. It is better to follow the clues and find the others.

Zuo Zhong looked around with a serious expression: "Those present are not allowed to leave alone, nor are they allowed to contact the outside world. Food will be delivered to you, and you can tell Gui Youguang if you need anything.

You all know the fate of Zhao Er, right? Those who leak the secrets will die, and those who betray the country will die. I don’t care who is behind you. As long as you are under my command for one day, you must abide by the rules for one day. Do you hear me? "

"Yes!" None of the agents dared to turn a deaf ear to Zuo Zhong's words, while Zhao Er was still hanging on.

Zuo Zhong whispered to Gui Youguang again: "I will send the little iron ball back later. You should keep an eye on these dead mailboxes and record the people who stay there. It is best to take photos of them when they deliver the information.

This time we are going to nail these spies with zero confession. Who knows who Ji Jiafu's subordinates are. There are so many big yamen and so many military and political officials near Taipingmen. Safety comes first. "

Gui Youguang nodded and led his men to spend time with Ji Jiafu and his men here. Zuo Zhong took He Yijun back to the Secret Service and immediately went to Dai Chunfeng's office to report the case.

Dai Chunfeng had been through a lot of trouble recently. When he saw Zuo Zhong, he immediately vomited bitterness: "Shen Zhong, is there any clue about the Japanese spy radio station now? If you really can't find someone to take care of this matter, just handle the matter more cautiously, Director Chen. It’s easy to explain there.”

Zuo Zhongxin said that it was better to come early than to come by chance, and he immediately reported his latest findings to Lao Dai, from the initial population registration, to the power check, and finally the findings of the on-site survey. Dai Chunfeng was very excited when he heard it. What does it mean to be professional? This is called professionalism. .

“Teacher, this is the situation. We have found each other’s dead mailbox, and now we just wait for the fish to take the bait.” Zuo Zhong concluded.

Dai Chunfeng finally smiled: "Shenzhu, you only took over for a month and you caught the spy radio station that has troubled us for so long. Well done."

Zuo Zhong hurriedly said humbly: "Teacher, you are a good leader. Brothers are dedicated to their lives. I just picked up a ready-made student, so how can I take credit for it?"

"You are so humble. Don't be so humble with me. I am not a fool like Xu Enzeng who wears his brain under his belt." Dai Chunfeng praised Zuo Zhong and severely damaged Xu Enzeng.

After hearing this comment, Zuo Zhong thought it was very appropriate. He suppressed a smile and said, "There are no clues about the other two radio stations yet, but I will find out as soon as possible. Please rest assured, teacher."

Dai Chunfeng was contented and leaned on the sofa and said: "One machine is good. If we leave it to the losers at the secret service headquarters, I'm afraid they won't even be able to touch a single hair of a spy. Take your time."

Zuo Zhong and Lao Dai contacted each other again. Lao Dai suddenly thought of something, took out a letter from the drawer, and handed it to Zuo Zhong.

"Shen Zhong, this is a letter from your home. It was sent to the police academy. Your principal sent it to me. Didn't you tell me your current address? This is not okay. You must take care of your family when you are working in the revolution. Well."

 After returning to this era for so long, Zuo Zhong has indeed not contacted the original owner’s family.

But what Zuo Zhong is now concerned about is whether Dai Chunfeng has read the content of the letter. Although the letter has a seal, there are many ways to take out the letter without breaking the seal, and Zuo Zhong knows three or four.

Taking the letter from Dai Chunfeng, Zuo Zhong opened it and read it. The old man and his father at home were not economical, and they should not say anything inappropriate in the letter.

Dai Chunfeng glanced at him and was very satisfied with Zuo Zhong's frankness. A gentleman is magnanimous, and only a villain can hide his feelings.

The letter was written by Zuo Zhong's grandfather, asking him why he didn't go back to his hometown to pay homage to his ancestors during the New Year. The old man wrote a long paragraph in classical Chinese. Zuo Zhong read it for a long time, and he didn't understand it until he became dizzy. It seemed like~ Probably a curse word.

Zuo Zhong is a little helpless. You really can't offend scholars. Otherwise, you won't understand when someone scolds you. You can say it's irritating or not.

Next, the old man talked about a lot of family troubles. He and Zuo Zhong's parents were in good health, and the family's property was prosperous, so he didn't have to worry about being outside. The strong affection in the letter made Zuo Zhong not know how to face his original family. .

Dai Chunfeng saw his complicated face and thought something had happened to Zuo Zhong's family. However, Zuo Zhong hadn't read the letter yet, so Lao Dai decided to wait and ask again.

Zuo Zhong continued to read, and the old man talked about his younger brothers and sisters. Zuo Zhong's younger brother successfully entered a senior high school, and his younger sister also did well in a missionary girls' school.

At the end of the letter, the old man wrote a letter of condolences to him, asking Zuo Zhong to return to his hometown during the Spring Festival, otherwise it would not be a good thing anyway. Zuo Zhong took away his feelings.

“Did something happen at home? Is there anything I need help from the teacher?” Dai Chunfeng asked with concern.

Zuo Zhong wiped away the non-existent tears: "Thank you, teacher. Everything is fine at home. I just feel a little sad when I think about not being able to fulfill my filial piety in front of my ancestors and parents."

Hearing this, Dai Chunfeng felt the same way: "Shen Zhong, since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot have both ends. As revolutionary soldiers, we really owe our families a lot."

“Yes, teacher, I want to go back to my hometown during the Spring Festival.” Zuo Zhong asked Dai Chunfeng for leave in advance.

 I decided to return to Ningbo because some things cannot be avoided, and the war broke out and Zhejiang would soon be occupied by the Japanese. Zuo Zhong wanted his family to make arrangements for this in advance.

 Whether he wants to go to the mountain city or not, at least he cannot stay in Ningbo and become a submissive citizen of the Japanese. If the Japanese know his identity, the lives of the Zuo family and the whole family will be in danger.

I was preparing to publish the timetable at night, but I found that a few sections of the manuscript had disappeared. It was inexplicable, so I coded it out from memory, and I will never update it! It's 6.25am now, good morning. (_)

 (End of this chapter)