When speculation turns into fact, no one is in a good mood.
Even if you are mentally prepared in advance.
The examination results performed by the deceased showed that the deceased had indeed suffered inhuman torture before his death.
Almost all the bones in the body are broken. Therefore, the current appearance looks very strange.
"Adjutant Zhou, this way."
"good."
Zhou Yang followed Zhang Yong to the side.
Zhang Yong took out the list of missing persons given to him by Zhou Yang last time.
"What secrets does no one really have?"
"Really not. I have investigated again and again. Their level and position make it impossible for them to have access to any secrets."
"That's strange..."
"What information did the spy reveal?"
"The guy only wanted to tell me where the body was buried."
"This bastard..."
"How about I hand over the spy to you and you are responsible for following up?"
"No. It's not safe where we are."
"All right!"
Zhang Yong was disappointed.
He was just making wishful thinking.
I thought I could leave the rest to Zhou Yang and then go and be cool myself.
As a result, Zhou Yang rejected it with just one sentence.
Not safe. There's a traitor. That's a good reason.
In fact, if you take the spy back to the security headquarters, he might die again.
That damn traitor...
He was asked to do everything by Zhang Yong. He was not given overtime pay. He was angry and wanted to go on strike.
"I've always had a question..."
"you say."
"Why not dig a pit and bury it? Why must it be placed outside?"
"Yeah. I can't figure it out either."
"well……"
Zhou Yang also felt powerless.
I originally thought it was a simple murder. It was revenge by the Japanese invaders.
Now it seems that there are more and more mysteries. Tortures and deliberate exposures seem to lead them to some weird answer.
"By the way. I want to go to the police station and transfer a few people."
"Go away!"
"Is it okay to use the identity of the attendant's room?"
"No. It's better to use the identity of the Secret Service. You will scare them if you use the identity of the Attendant."
"Okay. Then I'll go to the police station and transfer a few people. I'll continue to follow up later."
"Thank you. Please report any situation at any time."
"good."
Zhang Yong nodded.
Zhou Yang took the people back.
Facts have proved that the missing persons case has turned into a homicide case.
The remaining people have no chance of survival. However, Zhang Yong needs to continue to follow up on the specific situation.
Since this matter is related to Japanese spies, only Zhang Yong can control it.
Otherwise, even if the spies are handed over to the security headquarters, they will be discredited. They are completely unprofessional in dealing with Japanese spies.
Zhang Yong went to find the phone again.
Call back to Shi Bingdao.
Straight to the point, "I need a few people from the police department. What do you recommend?"
"What kind of person do you want?" Shi Bingdao replied tiredly.
"Those who are capable but are marginalized." Zhang Yong said bluntly, "Those who are not doing well in the police station."
"Then forget it." Shi Bingdao said, "These people won't follow you."
"Why? I gave you the money." Zhang Yong said bitterly.
I feel offended again.
It seems like I didn’t do anything wrong!
Why do you keep being misunderstood?
"Then you go to the police station and recruit people. The money will make you jealous."
"you……"
Zhang Yong had no choice but to hang up the phone.
It seems that we can't find anyone with the ability. Forget it. No more.
Anyway, you can do as much as you can. This world is not yours. Why are you working so hard?
Do as many things as you have energy for.
For example, if you are looking for the body of the victim now, then don't worry about other things.
How many can I find today?
If you can’t find it, we’ll continue tomorrow. If we’re too busy tomorrow, we’ll do it the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow…
From now to September 2, 1945, there are still more than three thousand days. What's the rush?
"Walk!"
Take the spy and continue looking.
Sure enough, the second address provided by the spy was also very far away.
It takes an hour to drive.
As the largest city in the Far East, Shanghai is quite big. After all, it is a big city with more than 4 million people!
Not in a hurry.
Take it easy.
Driving leisurely.
Thinking about how good it feels to lie down. Maybe I can go see Gu Xiaoru again at night?
Anyway, it’s not working time at night...
Work is work.
Private life is private life.
I am not a model worker. I don’t want to be involved with Mao Renfeng...
Arrive at destination.
It's actually a very big warehouse.
The wall is very high and very strong. It is similar to the warehouse in Tianjin Wei.
Although the appearance is very old and no one is stationed there, it can be seen at a glance that the owner of this warehouse is definitely not simple.
Hey, the spy has bad intentions!
Actually burying people here. Is that to cause civil strife?
Find a phone number.
Call Li Yuanqing and ask about the situation.
"you……"
"It's me. I have another address to ask you. It's not inside the concession, but outside."
"I don't know what's outside the concession. Don't ask."
"Hey, is this your work attitude? I'll complain to you! I'll complain to the Ministry of Industry Bureau!"
"you!"
Li Yuanqing was convinced.
This bastard, you really can’t take it off after it’s stuck on.
Complain?
I'm afraid you'll complain?
Okay. I'm a little afraid that this guy is wrong.
Others do things in a measured way, but Zhang Yong, it's hard to say. Li Yuanqing doesn't dare to take risks.
"address."
"Next to Qingpu. No. 31 Baishan Road. A very large warehouse."
"It belongs to Du Yuesheng."
"are you sure?"
"believe it or not!"
Li Yuanqing hung up the phone.
Angry Zhang Yong questioned his ability to work. He is a veritable living map.
Not only did he clearly remember all the houses and buildings in the concession, but he also had an impression of even the main buildings outside the concession.
"Thanks!"
Zhang Yong said to the empty topic.
Regardless of whether Li Yuanqing heard it or not, he expressed his gratitude.
I have to find him next time.
If you have difficulties, go to the organization. Although he is not a member of the organization, the organization must not ignore it!
What is the purpose of the red organization? It is to save the people from fire and water!
Zhang Yong is one of the ordinary people who are in dire straits!
hey-hey.
Look up and look at the warehouse.
It’s actually Du Yuesheng’s warehouse? It has some background!
How did the Japanese spies get in? Is it collusion between inside and outside? Are there also traitors among Du Yuesheng's men?
Not surprising.
This matter involves Du Yuesheng, so it may be a bit complicated.
but……
Zhang Yong is not afraid.
He had dared to kill Du Yuesheng's people before. What does it mean to break into a warehouse?
Go in.
I found that the warehouse was empty. No supplies were stored. It seemed to be abandoned.
No wonder no one is stationed there.
Dare to love is nothing.
Following the spy's instructions, the body of a national army lieutenant was indeed found.
There are also torture scars. They are very obvious. There are no fatal injuries. They are all compound injuries. It means that he died from severe torture.
I have to wonder again. What information do the spies want to know?
It always feels strange...
"Bang!"
Kick the Japanese spy over with one kick.
Then he stepped hard with both feet to vent his anger.
No more.
Zhang Yong couldn't stand it anymore.
The Japanese spy is so cruel. How can I do it if I don't show some kindness in return?
Horse-crossed...
It is rude to come and not reciprocate!
Arrests!
Hit someone!
Monitor the map and find a small red dot nearby.
Okay, take people there immediately. Prepare to arrest him.
See the goal.
I found out that he was the owner of a clothing store. He specialized in selling all kinds of ready-made clothes.
At that time, ready-made clothing stores were relatively fashionable. Especially women's clothing stores were very popular. The clothing was mainly imported.
Arrange for arrest.
There are no weapons signs in the store, indicating there is no major danger.
Zhang Yong walked in first.
Waving two dollars in his hand. Used as cover.
"Boss..."
The clothing store owner immediately welcomed me with a smile on his face.
Zhang Yong sent the dollars to the other party.
"Boss, do you want to..."
"Catch you!"
"What?"
The clothing store owner was stunned.
Then he was held down by Shi Hu and others, unable to move.
He didn't bring any hemp rope, but there were many strips of cloth in the clothing store, so he was tied up tightly with strips of cloth.
"What do you do?"
"What do you do?"
The spy yelled desperately.
Zhang Yong finally walked behind the counter, sat down, and pulled out the drawer.
I found that there was no cash in it, so I closed the drawer again. Then I silently looked around to see where the money was hidden.
Where is the money? Where is my money? Where has my money gone?
"You, you..."
The clothing store owner thought he had been robbed.
A big stone suddenly fell from my heart. My expression gradually returned to normal.
It turned out to be a robbery.
I thought I was exposed. I was so scared.
"Say something yourself." Zhang Yong was in low spirits and didn't want to speak.
No money and no motivation.
Money and motivation.
It's really not exciting to catch these useless spies.
Fortunately, the purpose of catching this spy was simply to torture the other person. Let the spy fully understand what torture is! What life is worse than death!
How many national army officers were killed?
More than thirty?
Then arrest more than thirty spies and interrogate them.
One for one. Fair.
"I, I, I am willing to give, willing to give..."
"Bring it here."
"In, in, the mezzanine between the doors."
"Door crack?"
Zhang Yong was curious.
Anyone else hide money under the door?
Later I discovered that the so-called door gap refers to the gap between the door frame and the wall.
I dug around inside and took out a few banknotes. They were all with a face value of 100 yuan. There were only four of them, which was 400 silver dollars. There was nothing else.
They all belong to the Bank of China. This bank seems to be in charge of the Song family now. Yes, the Song family.
In fact, the Song family and the Kong family both have shares in all the big banks, more or less. Therefore, they have a very close relationship with each other.
He took the banknotes back to the counter and arranged them neatly. Still sitting, he looked at the spy with his eyes wide open.
Spy:???
what's the situation?
I've already given you money. Why don't you leave?
Isn't it because you don't have enough money?
These bastards!
I've already given you four hundred silver dollars!
Not satisfied yet...
Lower your head.
Zhang Yong didn't speak either.
Since the spy wanted to delay time, he was happy to kill time.
Another day of confusion. At night, I hugged Gu Xiaoru and slept well.
Beautiful...
20 minutes……
40 minutes……
Quiet.
No one spoke.
No guests came in. Everyone took a detour.
Is there someone here with a gun looking for death? People who don’t use their eyesight can’t survive in Shanghai. They have been killed long ago.
Even the patrol police passing by looked at it from a distance and left wisely.
If you dare to do this kind of thing in broad daylight, you are either from a certain department or a subordinate of a gang leader. They cannot afford to offend you.
"Ahem..."
The spy finally couldn't bear it anymore.
He felt that if he continued to spend money like this, he would be the one who would suffer in the end.
"Backyard, under the water tank..."
"Another point……"
The spy had to speak again.
Lose money and eliminate disaster. If you don't bleed today, it's impossible to drive the other person away.
Zhang Yong did not move.
Someone went to the backyard, emptied the water tank, and moved it away.
This kind of house usually has a large water tank in the backyard, filled with water, to prevent fires.
If a fire breaks out, scoop water from the water tank immediately to extinguish the fire in the bud.
This can be regarded as the wisdom of the ancient working people.
After moving the water tank, I did find an oil paper bag. I opened it and found some banknotes inside.
Also with a face value of 100 silver dollars. Five pieces. Bank of Communications.
Zhang Yong took it and continued lining up on the counter.
Yawn.
It's afternoon now. I feel a little sleepy.
Spy:???
No. You still haven’t left?
You’ve already given me nine hundred yuan! Don’t go too far...
result……
Zhang Yong suddenly lay down on the counter and started to sleep.
Alas, that's sloppy. Why doesn't Citibank have a lunch break? A two-hour lunch break is fine. One hour is fine...
Spy:!@#￥%……
A little panicked.
It feels like the other party doesn't play according to the routine at all!
No beating, no scolding, no urging. Just slowly wear him out like this. On the contrary, he became more and more unsure of himself.
Who is the other party? What exactly is he going to do?
Could it be...
The more I think about it, the more frightened I become.
The more I think about it, my heart sinks.
Finished...
Was it exposed?
Could it be that someone betrayed him and he was targeted?
"Who are you……"
"My name is Zhang Yong."
"you……"
The spy's expression suddenly changed.
The most terrifying suspicion has finally become a reality.
Zhang Yong!
It’s actually him! He is Zhang Yong!
Incredible!
Unbelievable!
He is actually Zhang Yong! How is it possible? He is so young!
He looks like he just came out of school. He is actually the devil that makes all the Japanese spies change their minds after hearing about it? It doesn’t look like him at all!
But……
The reality is so cruel.
The other party is Zhang Yong. Zhang Yong has obviously seen through his identity.
In other words, he was exposed.
Therefore, no matter how many banknotes he gives, it is useless. What others want is not banknotes...
He is Zhang Yong. How could he be bribed by a banknote...
"Ah sneeze!"
"Ah sneeze!"
Zhang Yong suddenly sneezed continuously.
strangeness.
I don’t have a cold! Who is cursing me behind my back?
frown.
Forget it. There are too many enemies to think about.
Just sneeze. It won't kill anyone. He had rhinitis in his previous life. He sneezed often and got used to it.
Keep dozing.
I'm not pretending. I'm really sleepy.
The spy didn't even open his mouth to speak. He didn't want to speak either. He just kept grinding like this.
result……
The spy gradually lost his temper.
He became suspicious. He wondered what Zhang Yong was doing and why he was so indifferent.
Is this guy using himself to delay time?
Definitely.
Zhang Yong must have some conspiracy.
No. I can't let his conspiracy succeed. I must draw his attention back.
"What do you want to know?" the spy asked proactively.
"I know you are a spy. But I don't know what you have done." Zhang Yong responded lazily.
The main thing is honesty.
That's it.
He really didn't know what this spy had done.
However……
The spy misunderstood.
He felt that Zhang Yong was still stalling for time.
In this case, it is better to confess on your own initiative.
"We organized the assassination of your deputy minister of justice," the Japanese spy said in a shocking tone.
He thought that Zhang Yong would definitely be shocked.
result……
Zhang Yong still had no reaction.
I heard it, but was indifferent. I didn't even bother to raise my eyelids.
Why?
He is no longer interested in this matter.
Too busy for now.
The taskbar is too long.
There are too many unfinished tasks. I have long been numb.
Spy:......
@@#￥%……
Hey, what do you mean?
I've already taken the initiative, why don't you respond?