In the dimly lit room, there is a copy of the "Manchuria Daily News" newspaper on the table.
The picture of Qi Yue executing Sun Erlong is clearly visible.
Sun Dalong clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth. He wished he could rush into the newspaper and tear the dog spy who killed his brother into pieces.
There was a knock on the door outside the house.
"Who?"
"I."
The door opens.
Zhang Zhaolin ducked in.
"Political Commissar, why did you come back? You thought something had happened."
Sun Dalong said worriedly.
Zhang Zhaolin said: "I will go back to the station early tomorrow morning."
"What about me?"
"You can't leave just yet."
"Why?"
"There are police officers everywhere on the street. If they see someone who looks like you, they will compare their portraits with each other. You don't even have an ID. If you bump into someone, your secret will be exposed."
"Ah? How can we deal with that..."
"You don't have to worry. It will probably be fine in a month or two."
"I'm just afraid it's not safe to live here."
"As long as you don't run around, you'll be fine. Lao Yang will send someone to deliver food on time."
"Don't worry, I won't run around."
"And... there is good news and bad news, which one should you listen to first?"
"Good news."
"I met Shunzi today."
"Shunzi?"
"Shunzi from our regiment's reconnaissance squad, the one who won't die in a fight."
"Is he still alive?"
"He was hiding in the river and breathing through a reed, and he was lucky enough to escape."
"Where is he now?"
"He was injured at the home of a fellow villager in Dongsijiazi. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured. Once the injury is healed, I will send someone to take him back to his residence."
"Erlong and Shunzi are the best friends. If Shunzi can survive, Erlong must be very happy..."
Sun Dalong was choked for a moment.
Only then did Zhang Zhaolin notice the newspaper on the table: "Do you still keep this newspaper?"
"Erlong never took any photos, so this can be considered his posthumous photo... Political commissar, Erlong and the others should all be considered revolutionary martyrs, right?"
Sun Dalong asked.
Zhang Zhaolin said: "Of course. As long as you sacrifice for the revolution, it will definitely count."
"Erlong has been afraid of pain since he was a child, but for the revolution, he is not even afraid of death! I am proud to have such a brother! Comrade Sun Erlong will live forever!"
Sun Dalong suddenly stood up, put his feet together, looked forward, and gave a solemn military salute. Tears could not stop flowing down his cheeks.
Zhang Zhaolin sighed: "Comrade Dalong, you have to express your condolences, and the other thing is..."
"Today is the first seven of the two dragons. People say that the souls of the first seven have returned home. Let alone the second dragon, I, the elder brother, don't even dare to collect the corpses. I feel so uncomfortable!"
Sun Dalong beat his chest hard.
Zhang Zhaolin said: "Don't be too sad. Comrades from the Binjiang District Committee have inquired about the unclaimed corpses. The local security chief will come forward and find people to help collect them. They will all be buried in Dongsijiazi Cemetery. Wait.
After the news has passed, you can go and take a look at the grave."
"Political Commissar, you don't need to persuade me. I'm fine. I just couldn't control my emotions..."
Sun Dalong tried his best to calm down and pretended to be relaxed: "You just said, one good news and one bad news. Now that the good news is over, what is the bad news?"
Zhang Zhaolin was about to speak but stopped.
The good news is that Shunzi is not dead, but the bad news is Sun Erlong's behavior on the execution ground. I wanted to tell Sun Dalong the truth, but I couldn't bear to see him like this.
"Oh, they say that autumn tigers are so hot that they can kill people. This sentence is truly untrue..."
Zhang Zhaolin shook his cattail leaf fan vigorously.
Sun Dalong was stunned: "Is this bad news?"
…
One week later.
Office of the Chief of the Secret Service.
Gao Kejian fiddled with the invitation in his hand.
There was a knock on the door outside the house.
"Come in."
"Section Chief, are you looking for me?"
Qi Yue opened the door and walked in.
Gao Kejian motioned for him to take a seat: "Has Jiang Bin been unusual in the past few days?"
"He came to see me yesterday morning."
"What are you looking for?"
"Inquire about Vasily."
"What did you say?"
"I told him that Vasily must have noticed something, so he canceled the meeting and took the train back to Xinjing that day. The Xinjing authorities were also informed and the Xinjing Police Department will continue to follow up the investigation."
"That's right. That sounds more convincing. Ning Zhiyuan's side..."
"Don't worry, Brother Yuan and I are on the same page. If Jiang Bin asks, he will give the same answer."
"Well, very good."
Gao Kejian asked again: "Has there been any progress on the tasks assigned by Deputy Director Shibuya?"
"There are a total of twenty-four officials with the rank of section chief or above in the National Police Department. I have read all the files of these people. There are only a few who are suspected, but..."
Qi Yue hesitated slightly.
Gao Kejian asked: "But what?"
Qi Yue said: "Section Chief, if we want to find out the reporter as soon as possible, conventional investigation methods will definitely not work. I need special authority."
Gao Kejian raised his eyebrows: "Special authority?"
Qi Yue said: "Monitor the phone."
"No, no, absolutely not!"
Gao Kejian shook his head repeatedly.
Qi Yue said: "Section Chief, as of now, this is the most direct and effective way!"
Gao Kejian said: "I can guarantee that if you monitored the phone today, within a day or two, the person being monitored will come to the Special Service Division to settle the score with you! Don't you understand? These people you investigated are all very powerful.
Who has been running the police force for many years without a few cronies? For example, if someone is secretly checking me, will people close to me watch it? They will definitely tell me, right? "
"According to what you said, it's too difficult..."
Qi Yue frowned.
Gao Kejian looked at him for a while: "Do you really think there is a traitor at the top of the police department?"
Qi Yue was stunned for a moment: "Isn't this what Deputy Director Shibuya said?"
Gao Kejian sneered: "Deputy Director Shibuya is very resourceful. With his ability, if he wants to find the so-called traitor, does he need others to intervene?"
"You mean, the traitor doesn't exist?"
"It may exist, but the probability is extremely low."
“…”
"Do you know why?"
"Why?"
"If there is really a traitor in the top management, would he be stupid enough to report it to the National Police Agency? According to Deputy Director Shibuya, the person who reported the report is above the level of section chief. If he is above the level of section chief, he should know that the Special Agents Division is investigating this case.
Well, the radio detection equipment works day and night, isn’t he afraid of being discovered?”
Qi Yue said: "Maybe it's an emergency..."
"So, when I say the probability is low, it doesn't mean that it definitely doesn't exist. You don't have to think too much and just investigate the case normally. As for whether it can be found, let God decide."
Gao Kejian looked indifferent.
He suspected that Junichiro Shibuya deliberately created a tense atmosphere, and then arranged for more Japanese to enter the Secret Service Department on the pretext that the Special Service Department was not handling the case well.
"Section Chief, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first."
Qi Yue stood up and said goodbye.
Gao Kejian pushed the invitation along the table: "At seven o'clock tomorrow night, Director Bai will hold a birthday party for his precious daughter. This is the invitation."
Qi Yue took the invitation and looked at it: "This is Brother Yuan's name..."
"He doesn't have time, let you go for him."
Gao Kejian sighed: "You also know the situation in his family. His wife has been having troubles every three days, and she probably started quarreling again... In addition, our Special Service Section is a talented person like you. Let you go to support the Special Service Section."
Just to keep up the facade. Oh, by the way, most senior officials from the National Police Agency will participate. If you have the chance to get in touch with them, you might be able to find out some clues!"
Thanks to the book friend [Fengxiao Downstairs Boss Lady] for the reward and support of 5,000 oceans!