Cicada Moving

Chapter 786 Decisive Victory (9)

 “What is the specific situation?”

Zuo Zhong looked at Gui Youguang, who had been transferred back from Shanghai, and asked lightly.

“My brothers and I launched an attack in accordance with your order. The target was very vigilant and immediately drew his gun to fight back. He resisted tenaciously, resulting in one death and one injury.

The living one was shot twice in the chest and has been sent to Dr. Ling. The items in the room were sealed on the spot without being counted. They are now outside the interrogation room. "

The bald man introduced the situation and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his head. A strong smell of gunpowder smoke came from his body. It seemed that the battle was not as simple as he said.

 “Well, you go to the side and wait.”

After Zuo Zhong muttered, he realized that Chen Shi, who had finished taking notes, was watching them covertly from the corner of his eye. He must be worried that the captured person was an underground party, so he smiled slightly in his heart and asked people to take him away.

  He revealed so much information during the previous interrogation. It was completely a strategy. He used a lot of facts and evidence to tell the other party that the Secret Service knew a lot of things, and it didn't matter whether he said it or not.

Even if the interrogation records are sent to someone and Dai Chunfeng, these two people will not think there is a problem. As for the psychological attack, you always have to spend some money, otherwise how can you break down the psychological defense of the "Japanese spy".

The current situation is a little different. There is no need to say too much. Some things are too much. When the case is over, the other party will naturally understand what happened today.

Seeing Chen Shi being carried away by the little spy, the dejected Wen Yuqing and Wang Weiqing were about to stand up and leave, but before they could speak, they were shocked by Zuo Zhong's next words.

“You two, don’t leave in a hurry. Team Leader Chen is not the only spy at the Crypto-Interpretation Institute. We still have a guest who hasn’t arrived yet.”

Wen and Wang were immediately struck by lightning and froze on the spot. What does it mean to have more than one spy? When did their translation office become a spy nest? This is impossible, absolutely impossible.

Wen Yuqing's expression changed and he wanted to refute, but saw Zuo Zhong clapped his hands lightly, and immediately a person was pushed into the interrogation room and fell heavily to the ground.

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The sound of leather shoes hitting the cement floor slowly came to the person's side. The room was quiet for a few seconds, and a hand reached out to someone who fell on the ground.

 “Get up, the ground is too cold, which is not good for your health, Mr. Zhang.”

Zuo Zhong kindly helped Zhang Yun, the backbone of the research team of the Institute of Translation and Interpretation and the former young genius, up, his tone was very warm.

After hearing this, Wen Yuqing couldn't help but wonder what kind of evil he had done in his previous life, and why his subordinates had problems one after another.

Compared with his gaffe, Wang Weiqing's performance was much calmer, but his eyes were also full of disbelief. How could Zhang Yun be a spy.

The other party rejected the Japanese invitation to stay in school, gave up the generous salary and resolutely returned to the Republic of China. He made a huge contribution to the work of deciphering messages, and even someone praised him.

  Could such a person be a mole?

　　I won’t believe it even if I beat him to death.

Isn't it because the Secret Service wants to kill good people and take credit for it? !

Wang Weiqing looked at the armed agents around him with vigilance, hid this guess in his heart, and decided that if something went wrong later, he would first find a way to leave this place, and then find an opportunity to report the matter to the top after he left.

Zuo Zhong didn’t know what this person was thinking, so he invited the distraught Zhang Yun to the interrogation chair, turned around and returned to his seat, and then nodded towards Gu Qi, indicating that the interrogation would begin.

 A one-man show won’t last long. You have to find someone to support the game. If anything goes wrong in the future, at least there will be someone to share the blame. It’s just a bitter experience for Lao Gu.

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　　Unknown to him, Gu Qi, who had already taken half of the blame, coughed after receiving the instruction, adjusted his glasses, picked up a pen, opened the transcript, and asked simple questions such as name and age.

Zhang Yun, whose face was full of horror, acted very cooperatively and told his identity and rough experience one by one. These confessions were completely consistent with the files of the Interpretation Institute and the information mastered by the Secret Service.

Chatting like this for a while, his spirit slowly relaxed. After carefully observing Gucci several times, he tremblingly asked a question, that is, why he was caught here.

After listening and writing a few words, Gu Qi raised his head and said sternly: "Do you really don't know the reason? Just now Chen Shi said he didn't know, but in the end he admitted that he was a Japanese spy.

 In fact, everyone who came to the Secret Service said they were wronged, so there is no need to waste your time, because it is meaningless. I have seen opponents who are more professional than you and stronger than you.

Most of them relaxed after enjoying the special hospitality. You should have seen the remaining small part, which are the corpses hanging on the gate of Jinling City. "

To put it, Gu Qi and Guanglang made a wink. For a long time, he grinned without a big bald head. He walked to the torture frame and picked it up. He picked up a steel wire whip and threw it. .

"Wait a minute, sir, I am really not a spy for any country, especially Japan. What I saw and heard when I was studying abroad in Tokyo and the discrimination I received made me unable to have any good impression of this country. Please believe me. "

Zhang Yun immediately became anxious when he saw that he was about to be executed, and struggled to defend himself: "Besides, besides working every day, I also study. Unlike Chen Zu...Chen Shi, who goes out every weekend and never says a word to outsiders. Really?" ”

 “Well, I believe it.”

Gu Qi unexpectedly agreed with what he said, and then smiled half-heartedly: "I never said you were a Japanese spy. Doesn't it mean that apart from the Japanese, there are no spies from other forces in the government?

This is of course impossible. For example, those warlords, such as the Red Russians, and the underground party, are all very interested in the intelligence of the party-state. Am I right, dear Comrade Zhang Yun? "

 Comrade Zhang Yun!

Hearing these words, Wen Yuqing was so frightened that he sat down on the ground. He would rather not come to the Secret Service for hearing today. He has not only spies but also underground gangs under his command, so he might as well kill him.

People who work in the government can be Japanese spies or traitors. As long as they are willing to cooperate, their lives will not be in danger. The only thing is that they cannot have anything to do with the underground party. This usually means mysterious disappearances, and they will never be seen alive or dead again. .

Either he was shot eight times in the back and committed suicide. In short, anyone or anything involved in the underground party is in danger, let alone being related to Er Chen. Even if he is Er Chen's biological father, he still deserves to die.

Wang Weiqing's reaction was not much better. He looked at Zhang Yun stupidly, with an expression of disbelief. It was indeed beyond everyone's expectation that the nerd who drank foreign ink turned out to be a legendary dissident.

 “No, I’m not an underground party member!”

 “Yes, I am a spy! A spy!”

When the person involved, Zhang Yun, heard that he had become an underground party, his reaction was more intense than when he saw the wire whip being waved. He smashed the interrogation chair and insisted that he was a spy, but still gave specific details and evidence.

“I was recruited when I was studying abroad. The person pretended to make friends with me and took me to many places. He was very generous and asked a few questions about the location of the military camp in my hometown.

I didn't pay attention and told him what I knew. A few months later, he directly revealed that they had successfully instigated several officers to rebel based on the information I provided, and I could no longer get off the ship.

There was no other way, so I had to join the China Section of the Intelligence Department of the Japanese Naval Command, codenamed Angler. My mission was to collect information about the fruit party and the underground party. My contact person was the boss of Furushu Bookstore.

The way to connect is to borrow books from a bookstore, where each book has a fixed location. The shelf number represents the number of pages, the row number represents the number of lines, and the book number from right to left represents the word number.

This way, there is no need for any communication. As long as you take out the corresponding books, you can decipher the specific content through the code book. As for how the contact person communicates with the headquarters, I really don’t know.

 Thesis, early graduation, and invitation to stay in school were also arranged by the Japanese in order to increase my importance and create a reliable background so that I could break into the secret agencies of the Nationalist Government.

Yes, I once leaked the information on the mobilization of the Japanese navy in Shanghai sent by Director Dai of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. If you go and verify it, you will definitely find it. I am willing to cooperate and I only ask for my life, sir. "

Seeing Zhang Yun eagerly put the spy hat on his head. This strange thing confused everyone present. Gu Qi frowned and turned to Zuo Zhong, wanting to hear the deputy director's opinion on this matter. He was a little unsure.

 “Hahaha, Mr. Zhang is so good at acting!”

I didn't want to laugh at the left heavy, stretched out my thumb, and then waited for the other party to refute.

“Since you said you are a spy, well, I want to ask you a few questions. As long as you can answer them clearly, I am willing to give you a chance to turn from darkness to light. Note, this is the only chance.

 The first question is, you have been at the Cryptographic Inspection Institute for such a long time, and I heard that you have made a lot of achievements in deciphering underground party messages. It stands to reason that we should know ourselves and the enemy, and we should have an advantage over them.

As for the reality, the military operations of the Guo Army have repeatedly failed, and many containment plans were discovered by the Red Heads at the last moment, just like those people who can predict the future, you can say it is strange or not.

Is it possible that someone who seems to be actively deciphering the secret messages of the underground party actually obtains higher authority in order to help the underground party escape from the Guojun again and again? "

 Infer the process backward based on the results,

 This problem has no solution at all.

The reason why Zuo Zhong targeted Zhang Yun as a suspect was also very simple. When he realized that Chen Shi was one of his own, he immediately realized one thing.

Suppose that the preliminary work of the Cryptographic Inspection Institute is to decipher the underground party messages and provide intelligence support to the front line. What will the underground party intelligence personnel hiding in them do?

Of course it’s a tip-off! What would a spy do?

　Everyone knows with their buttocks that the Japanese will definitely not stay out of the matter. Out of their fear of red and the purpose of instigating the Republic of China to kill each other, they will definitely help the Fruit Party.

Therefore, whoever is most active in deciphering underground party messages is most likely to be a Japanese spy. This is a basic judgment based on the logic of Japanese behavior.

He had found a reason to quietly ask Gu Qi to investigate, and the result was naturally Zhang Yun, an inconspicuous and transparent figure.

"I…"

Zhang Yun on the opposite side was dumbfounded. What the other party said was indeed correct. Faced with the encirclement and suppression of hundreds of thousands of troops, the underground party not only was not eliminated, but instead broke through the blockade and ran to the northwest region.

But this has absolutely nothing to do with him. The Military Command asked him to do his best to help the Fruit Party decipher underground party messages. If he wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone, he could only obey the order. Is there anything wrong with working seriously?

He hesitated quietly and chose to tell the truth. Anyway, he could not be treated as an underground party by the Secret Service. That would cost lives. He worked as a dog for the Japanese for glory and wealth, not for death.

After listening to Zhang Yun’s explanation, Zuo Zhong thought for a while and nodded lightly: “Okay, let’s just assume that you passed the first question. Then for the second question, do you say that the boss of Guzhou Bookstore is your contact person?”

 “Yes, it’s him!”

Zhang Yun nodded repeatedly, as if he was afraid that Zuo Zhong wouldn't believe him, and even revealed the other person's appearance and pseudonym in order to be able to get away with the crime.

When Zuo Zhong heard this, he stood up abruptly and ordered: "Okay, Gui Youguang, move in all the things confiscated from Guzhou Bookstore. Let's conduct a search on the spot to see if we can find anyone who can prove the identity of the bookstore owner." evidence."

Then he looked at Wen Yuqing and Wang Weiqing, who had their heads lowered: "You two are here to bear witness. If Mr. Zhang is telling the truth, this matter is over. If it is a lie, you'd better pray that this person doesn't Leak important information."

 “Understand~”

Over there, Gui Youguang called back and led the people out of the interrogation room. After a while, large wooden boxes were moved in one after another. The keyholes of the boxes were sealed with seals and the seal of the Secret Service was stamped on them.

"Director Wen, Deputy Director Wang, you go and take a look. After arresting the people, my subordinates supervised each other and sealed these things as soon as possible. They will never be opened again."

Zuo Zhong kicked the box and said solemnly: "Please read it carefully. Some people always say that our Secret Service was beaten to death. This is completely a rumor. Zuo pays the most attention to evidence when handling cases."

 “Good land, brother, check it out now.”

"good."

Wen and Wang resisted the urge to roll their eyes and looked through all the boxes carefully. They found that the seals did not have any signs of tearing and the glue had dried completely. They were relieved after confirming that the boxes had not been opened or had just been resealed.

Seeing that they had no objection, Zuo Zhong walked around the room, checked and groped the wooden box carefully, and said to the agents seriously.

“Everyone must be careful during the search and not miss any useful clues. At the same time, you must supervise the people around you to prevent anyone from stealing or fabricating evidence, and violating the law will be punished by military law.”

"yes."

Following the order, the agents tore off the seals and placed the evidence in the box on the ground one by one for a thorough inspection. They tore open items such as quilts and clothes directly, not letting go of anything suspicious. .

Time passed by, and the interrogation room was filled with debris. Gu Qi, Shen Dongxin and others watched silently without making a sound. Regardless of whether the owner of Guzhou Bookstore was a spy or an underground party, he was a professional intelligence officer.

It is uncertain whether such people will leave clues in their workplace. The search can only be said to be based on the fate of the people, and there is no 100% certainty, so they are not too anxious.

Suddenly, a little agent held up a cloth bag and shouted: "Report, a bullet was found."

 Bullets?

Everyone's heart moved and they quickly came to the opponent's side. When they saw the bullet, or to be precise, the warhead, Gui Youguang, who was familiar with the weapons of various countries, immediately blurted out.

“This is the 0.303-inch bullet used in the British Lee-Enfield rifle. There are very few domestic equipment. Due to difficulties in importing, only the elite troops of the Guangxi Army and a few warlords in the southwest will use it.

 Judging from the damage to the warhead, it is likely that it hit a soft object, most likely a person. Why would a bookstore owner keep this thing? It is not a good thing to hide it in a cloth bag. "

 “Gui Jun?”

 “Hit someone?”

Gu Qi on the side was thoughtful and said to himself: "During the Southwest War two years ago, the Gui army was sent by the leader to fight the underground party. It is said that the two sides fought fiercely and many people died. Is it possible?"

"Yes, the time this person opened his store in the information coincides with the outbreak of the Southwest War. I wonder if..." Shen Dongxin also joined in the fun.

Hearing the words of the three people, everyone couldn't help but think of a third-rate tabloid story about a relative being killed and the survivor leaving a warhead to prepare for revenge. They all turned to look at the incomprehensible Zhang Yun.

“Okay, there is no more evidence, so stop making random guesses and continue searching.”

Zuo Zhong, who was watching the show, seemed to have guessed what they were thinking, and interrupted everyone's speculations. He looked at it with a calm expression. The good show is always behind, isn't it?

It didn’t take long before many agents discovered several suspicious items one after another, including top-secret information about the Fruit Party targeting the underground party hidden in soap, and underground party leaflets wrapped in clothes.

Wen Yuqing and Wang Weiqing, let alone the people from the Secret Service, had nothing to say. They stared at Zhang Yun. If there were no other people present, they would have eaten each other alive.

Zuo Zhong read the flyer and handed it to Gu Qi. Of course he placed these things. Even if there was no space, it would be easy for him as the deputy director to find an opportunity to secretly place a few exhibits.

It's nothing more than leaving time for action between the sealing and opening of the evidence. As for the seal, the official seal is placed in the drawer of his office. He can have as many as he wants and print as many as he wants.

The warhead was fired from the weapons left behind by the elite banana men in Hong Kong City. The Secret Service did not register it, and no one was killed. Instead, a mad dog in the suburbs of Jinling made sacrifices for the anti-Japanese cause.

Flyers are simpler. When Wang Aofu, the Nine-Headed Insect, was killed, many of them were left behind by the underground party’s printing factory. These are good things. Just give one to anyone you don’t like. It’s more effective than bullets.

After thinking about it, he walked step by step in front of the flustered Zhang Yun. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the other person's collar, and scolded him fiercely.

 “Tell me, who is your superior?”

 “I…I am really a spy!”

Zhang Yun was scared to death. His mind was a little confused. God knows why his contact person became an underground party. Could it be that his real service targets were dissidents.

“Okay, keep your mouth shut. You underground gangsters won’t give up until you reach the Yellow River. Today I want to see how hard your bones are. Come back to the light, entertain our guests well, and be more hospitable!”

Zuo Zhong slowly let go of his hand and patted Zhang Yun's face with a sinister expression: "When you get here, your life belongs to me. You have to die when I want you to, so do it!"

 “Okay, Deputy Director!”

Upon hearing the order, Gui Youguang raised the wire whip with a grim smile and swung it hard. The sharp wire instantly hit Zhang Yun's skin, making a crisp sound and blood spattered several meters away.

 Zhang Yun almost fainted from the pain and kept begging for mercy: "Ah, spare my life, I am a Japanese spy."

There are a few tough guys who can be traitors. If they can endure this kind of pain, they will not be easily instigated by the Japanese to rebel.

 “Oh, okay, I respect you as a man, and I promise to treat you with the best craftsmanship.”

Gui Youguang's tone was full of admiration. While sighing that it had been a long time since he had encountered such a tough-talking torture target, he began to help Zhang Yun loosen his muscles and bones.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

 “Oh, spare my life, spare my life.”

 …

This chapter is not over yet. It will end tomorrow and start a new mission. Let’s try to adjust the rhythm of the story.

The temperature in Jiangsu Province has dropped significantly in the past two days. If you have a fever, everyone should pay attention to your health.

 (End of this chapter)