My Spy Years

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 018

  Xiu Gongshen is the translator and confidant of Xi Neng, the leader of the investigation squad, and helps to assist in the affairs of the investigation squad. The work of the investigation squad mainly includes arresting red elements, which is what Cheng Qianfan has always wanted to infiltrate.

  Therefore, it was Cheng Qianfan's plan to get close to Xiu Gongshen and become his confidant.

   Cheng Qianfan cannot be said to be utilitarian. He respects both Xiu Gongshen and his teacher He Xuelin, and he really regards them as his elders and relatives in his heart.

   It's just that Cheng Qianfan kept in mind Comrade Zhulin's words before his death. Comrade Zhulin guessed that Xiu Gongshen's identity was more than just a translation of the Political Department of the Patrol House.

   Comrade 'Zhulin' told him to be cautious when in contact with Xiu Gongshen, and to pay special attention to hiding and protecting himself.

  So, Cheng Qianfan's performance today has a certain amount of cover-up and performance.

  The attitude of Tan Detai towards Lao Mo that Xiu Gongshen analyzed was in fact already within Cheng Qianfan's analysis and consideration.

   It's just that when facing Xiu Gongshen, he couldn't be so smart and consider everything so comprehensively.

  A young man with an ordinary background and a clean net worth, a young policeman who graduated from the supplementary class of the Police Sergeant Academy, can perform well because of his talent and intelligence, but he can't be too evil.

   There must be both brilliant and ill-considered places.

   Otherwise, Xiu Gongshen might be suspicious.

   What's more, there is a lack of sense of accomplishment.

To be precise, he needs to improve slowly with the help of Xiu Gongshen. Not only can Xiu Gongshen gain this sense of accomplishment, but also he can feel more at ease for him, and at the same time, he can cover up the fact that he had never met Xiu Gongshen before he met Xiu Gongshen. The unknown growth experience.

  Therefore, he suddenly attacked Lao Mo without asking for instructions, which was a little reckless but not completely brainless. It was not only out of personal anger, but also out of consideration for helping Xiu Gongshen.

  Plus the half-truth and half-fake performance of the follow-up visit to Xiu Gongshen.

  In general, although it is due to emergencies, an action plan was formulated and implemented temporarily.

  However, the whole plan is very thoughtful and reasonable.

  When the lights come on, stylishly dressed men and women, cars honking, and rickshaw pullers running around yelling 'excuse me', big Shanghai is about to start a luxurious nightlife.

  The rickshaw driver skillfully wiped off his sweat with a towel while pulling the cart.

  Cheng Qianfan shrank his body back and leaned against the back of the chair.

   Comrade ‘Zhulin’ said to him: Don’t trust anyone easily, even the person you know best…

   From far away came the long siren of a ship on the Huangpu River.

   Nearby, a few Japanese ronin hugged the exiled Korean woman and swaggered triumphantly through the market.

  …

   Tuk Tuk Tuk.

   "Old Ma, are you inside?"

   "Mr. Fu, is my old horse in your house?"

  In the room, the old horse stuffed his mouth into the barrel of the gun. He was trembling with fright, cursing in his heart that the mother-in-law hadn't hurried away, did she really want to murder her husband?

   "This **** ghost, where did he die?"

   After a while, the sound of footsteps in the corridor faded away.

  Old Ma whimpered, his eyeballs desperately pointing down.

  A team member laughed and put away his gun.

   "Idiot, next time you use a knife, what if the gun goes off?" Song Fuguo scolded.

   After hearing this, the old horse became even more afraid. Feeling like he just walked around the gate of hell?

  Lao Ma doesn't know much.

  The man who rented this house was surnamed Fu, and he claimed to be a math teacher at St. John's Middle School.

   It was the first time Lao Ma saw the man that the Secret Service followed today. Mr. Fu introduced that he was a friend who came to help sort out the handouts.

  Song Fuguo winked at Liao Zhishen, and he immediately arranged for someone to investigate the situation of Mr. Fu.

   This is most likely a big fish.

   "You guys, are you really here to catch Japanese spies?" Lao Ma glanced at Song Fuguo and asked with some fear.

   "What?" Song Fuguo patted Lao Ma on the shoulder, "Old Ma, right? Don't be afraid, you know what to say."

   "Ara doesn't know about that stranger." The old horse lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Mr. Fu doesn't quite look like him. He even scolded the Japanese."

   "You know what a fart." A team member scolded, "The Japanese spies don't scold the Japanese, so why are they still praising the Japanese in front of you?"

Song Fuguo didn't stop his subordinates. This is the most difficult point in tracking down Japanese spies. These Japanese spies speak Chinese and can speak local dialects. They are no different from Chinese people. They even act more patriotic than Chinese people. Good at confusing ignorant people.

  The old horse who was scolded carefully smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes, what the officer taught is that Ala was almost cheated by the **** Japanese."

  …

   "Did anything special happen today?" Song Fuguo asked.

   "Special thing?" Lao Ma was a little confused, he didn't understand what was called a special thing, he thought about it, his face changed slightly, but he just shook his head.

   "You old boy, you are dishonest." The team member scolded just now, "Team leader, I suspect this guy is a Japanese spy."

   "No, no, sir, I am wronged, I am not." The old horse was frightened, knelt down, and waved his hands repeatedly.

   "I would also like to believe that you were wronged." Song Fuguo suddenly grabbed a lock of old horse's hair, and said coldly, "But you obviously have something to hide."

   "Ah, it's amazing, it hurts, it hurts, whoops." The old horse grinned in pain.

  Song Fuguo let go of his hand, "Speak."

"During the day, when the police came to arrest people, Mr. Fu and I watched the scene together. The handouts in his hand dropped. I didn't care at first. Then I talked to Mr. Fu. I don't know when he disappeared. Commander, I really don’t know, I’m wronged.”

   "That's very good." Song Fuguo patted the old horse's face, "Why didn't you say it just now?"

   "Afraid, afraid, afraid to speak."

  Song Fuguo nodded, petty citizens are afraid of trouble, and one thing more is worse than one thing less.

  He waved his hand, and someone led the old horse to continue the questioning, while he lit a cigarette and thought.

   Handout lost?

   Bending down to pick up the handout.

  If it is an ordinary citizen, there is nothing to doubt, but it is intriguing to put it on a Japanese spy.

  The seemingly ordinary behavior cannot be judged by common sense on a Rite.

   Bending, Bending...disappeared?

  People will naturally not disappear. This is after picking up the handouts, taking advantage of the old horse to watch the excitement, one of them quietly left without paying attention.

   This is dodging!

   Song Fuguo's heart moved, what was he avoiding?

   There are two possibilities.

   Either the person caught by the police is his accomplice, this is to avoid being implicated.

   Either he knew him during the patrol, or someone who knew him?

  The more Song Fuguo thought about it, the more excited he became.

  Although Liao Zhishen has already checked the situation of Mr. Fu in St. John's Middle School, he may not gain anything:

  The room was cleaned so clean, and the other party evacuated calmly without leaving too many traces. Maybe the identity of this St. John's Middle School math teacher was fake.

   Now, I thought that there was no clue, but I didn't expect another village to emerge.

   "Go and find out which patrolling arrester came to arrest people today, and who they are arresting."

"yes!"

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  (end of this chapter)