Cheng Qianfan also knew that he would not answer this question.
"Is there anyone else at home?" Cheng Qianfan walked to the window and could see the flowers and plants in the yard.
The spring days are still cold, and the flowers and plants are stubbornly surviving, ready to welcome the day of brilliant flowers.
He lit a cigarette and took a drag.
This is his traffic officer. Not only does he not know the other person's name, he has never even met him.
They were sacrificed like this, silently, just like the grass on the roadside. When they are gone, they are gone. No one will know what they have done for this country.
"After September 18th, he returned from fleeing outside the customs." Song Fuguo said, "Both my father and mother died at the hands of the Japanese. I have two older brothers who died for the country at Xifengkou in the 22nd year of the Republic of China."
After a pause, Song Fuguo's voice was low and he said, "The whole family is dead."
Cheng Qianfan said nothing, gritted his teeth, and thought of Lao Liao again.
The cigarette in his mouth was bitten hard by his teeth. The combination of the bite force of his teeth and his saliva made the cigarette wet and almost ready to break.
Cheng Qianfan threw half of the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it.
I patted myself to make the smell of smoke dissipate, and then walked back.
…
"Have you captured the two young masters of the Wang family?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
"Caught." Song Fuguo nodded, "Interrogated overnight, and the boss of the Wang family took action."
"It seems like we have gained a lot?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
"Wang Han was recruited, and he confessed that he worked for the Japanese." Song Fuguo said, "Your inference is correct. Wang Zhi is indeed Japanese, and his Japanese name is Muto Ichiro."
According to Wang Han's account, he was approached by Japanese Ichiro Muto in the 24th year of the Republic of China.
Ichiro Muto was Wang Han's classmate when he was studying in Japan and the younger brother of his good friend Kazuko Endo. The two have long been familiar with each other.
Japan attaches great importance to political propaganda for Chinese students studying abroad. Wang Han was tortured by this, and he was both in awe and fond of Japan's power.
Muto Ichiro's persuasion was successful. After learning that the Japanese would guarantee the Wang family's status in Lu'an in the future and even have the opportunity to grow and prosper, Wang Han decisively threw himself into the arms of the Japanese.
Not only that, he also dragged his younger brother Wang Rui, the battalion commander of the Lu'an Security Group, into the water.
Now, not only the city defense, troop deployment, and weapons and equipment of the entire Lu'an have long been controlled by the Japanese.
Wang Rui also used his connections to collect intelligence on Jinpu Road and the Huaihe River for the Japanese.
"Damn it!" Cheng Qianfan cursed with a gloomy face.
When he was in class at the Central Army Officers School, the instructor once explained and analyzed the characteristics of the Japanese army's invasion of China.
The Japanese army has always been accustomed to advancing along important transportation lines, such as roads and railways.
Among them, important transportation lines such as the Jinpu Line, Shanghai-Nanjing, Guangdong-Han, and Ping-Han are bound to become the focus of the Japanese attack.
Therefore, Cheng Qianfan was shocked and even more angry when he heard that the Wang family actually collected information about the Jinpu Line for the Japanese.
…
"Wang Zhi, did Ichiro Muto tell the truth to be exact?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
Wang Han can only be said to be a subordinate of Ichiro Muto. What Wang Han can explain is limited.
The most important thing is Ichiro Muto.
This Japanese talent is the key.
Cheng Qianfan did not think that Ichiro Muto had only the two Wang brothers offline.
In addition, there is a very important point. Cheng Qianfan speculates that Muto Ichiro can only be regarded as the middle level of this Japanese special intelligence line, and there may be higher-level Japanese special intelligence above Muto Ichiro.
"Your analysis is correct, Ichiro Muto is the key." Song Fuguo said, "However, you may be disappointed."
"No move?" Cheng Qianfan asked in surprise.
"No." Song Fuguo nodded, "Zheng Lijun carried out the execution himself and used all kinds of methods. Muto Ichiro never said a word."
Cheng Qianfan frowned, "There are two possibilities. One is that Ichiro Muto himself has an extremely strong will, and the other is that Ichiro Muto is protecting someone, so he has to grit his teeth and hold on."
They both grit their teeth and insist on not confessing, but there are differences between the two situations.
"Which possibility do you prefer?" Song Fuguo asked.
Cheng Qianfan studied at Dongya Tongwen College and has a better understanding of the Japanese, and he has an amazing talent in special affairs work.
"The second possibility is more likely." Cheng Qianfan played with a cigarette in his hand, taking it to his nose and sniffing it from time to time. "Furthermore, I personally think that the secret Ichiro Muto wants to keep is not his upline. It is very likely that
It's because he has an extremely secretive person in his hands."
Hearing this, Song Fuguo thought for a moment and nodded, "My views coincide with yours."
As he spoke, he coughed.
…
"Are you okay, Chief Song?"
"And he won't die." Song Fuguo shook his head, "One more thing, Wang Han told me that when they went out last night, Ichiro Muto wanted to take him to meet a Japanese."
"Who are you meeting?" Cheng Qianfan asked immediately.
"Hyoutaro Imamura, the assistant to Eiichi Iwai, the deputy consul general of the Consulate General of Japan in Shanghai." Song Fuguo said, "Do you know this person?"
"I've heard of it, but I don't know much about it," Cheng Qianfan said.
In fact, he had not only heard of Hyōtaro Imamura, but also had face-to-face interactions with Hyōtaro Imamura as Kentaro Miyazaki.
And Imamura Hyōtaro admired him very much.
However, Cheng Qianfan could not disclose these circumstances to Song Fuguo. He could not say that he knew Hyōtaro Imamura because Song Fuguo did not know about the 'Blue Bird'.
And it is impossible for Cheng Qianfan, the "water drop", to come into contact with Hyoutaro Imamura.
If he accidentally revealed that he knew Hyoutarou Imamura, looking at it now, it might not be a big deal.
However, this small detail may be the straw that breaks the camel's back under certain extraordinary circumstances.
"Who is Poker?" Cheng Qianfan asked a question that he was very concerned about.
"Wang Rui." Song Fuguo said, "The second eldest son of the Wang family is codenamed Plum Blossom Four."
"Four of Plum Blossoms." Cheng Qianfan nodded and began to think about this code name.
He suddenly thought of a question. Last night Ichiro Muto planned to take Wang Han to see Hyōtaro Imamura. The two were captured by the Secret Service. Hyōtaro Imamura had no need to see these two people, so he was bound to become suspicious.
"Chief Song, have you reported this matter to the Nanjing headquarters?" Cheng Qianfan asked immediately, "Lu'an is also preparing to take action."
"Don't worry, I've reported it." Song Fuguo said, "Unfortunately, the headquarters strictly prohibits others from knowing the identity of 'Shui Drop', so..."
"It doesn't matter." Cheng Qianfan waved his hands and said with a serious expression, "Famous and rich are not my intention. I am satisfied that I can contribute to the organization and the party and the country."
"Well said." Song Fuguo said, stroking his hands.
…
Nanjing, Xufu Lane.
Dai Chunfeng was reading the telegram from Shanghai.
There are two telegrams.
One of them came from the "Blue Bird", who reported on the follow-up actions of cooperating with Song Fuguo, the Shanghai District Intelligence Section of the Secret Service, to set up Wang Zhi as a trap, and subsequently seducing the eldest son of the Wang family to recruit him.
No exaggeration, no lies, detailed and plain description.
Another telegram came from the Shanghai District of the Secret Service. It was a joint call from Wu Xinheng, station chief of the Shanghai District, Zheng Lijun, captain of the operations brigade, Song Fuguo, chief of the intelligence section, and Li Xiurui, secretary. It can be said that everyone has a role and each has his own contribution.
The two telegrams came at about the same time.
Qi Wu took the two telegrams together to the chief minister, and he casually placed the telegram from "Blue Bird" on top of the telegram from Shanghai.
"'Not bad'." Dai Chunfeng nodded frequently, "There is quite a tacit understanding of cooperation between 'Blue Bird' and Song Fuguo."
"Song Fuguo is the old leader of the Blue Bird." Qi Wu said, "I heard Yu Ping'an say that the Blue Bird has always respected Song Fuguo."
"Very good." Virgo nodded, "Young and promising, not arrogant or impetuous, respecting teachers and seniors, very good."
Later, Dai Chunfeng put down the telegram from "Blue Bird" and picked up the telegram from Shanghai District.
Looking at this telegram jointly signed by the Shanghai District Mayor, Secretary, Intelligence Section Chief, and Action Brigade Captain, his expression was very serious.
When he saw Wang Han's confession, that Wang Zhi was pretending to be Japanese agent Ichiro Muto, and that his younger brother Wang Rui was the traitor codenamed Four of Clubs, his face showed excitement.
"Very good!" Dai Chunfeng nodded, "Wu Xinheng and the others did a good job. They captured the Four Clubs and one Japanese Special. They did a good job."
Suddenly, Dai Chuzuo put down the telegram from Shanghai District and picked up the telegram from 'Blue Bird'.
He looked at Qi Wu, pointed at him, and scolded with a smile, "You, you, lest I didn't know the credit of the Blue Bird, you deliberately put the Blue Bird's message on it."
"This subordinate's little thought cannot be hidden from Virgo." Qi Wu said with a smile, "The identity of 'Blue Bird' is a secret, and the existence of 'Water Drop' is only known to Song Fuguo. I just feel that it cannot be
Let those who work with a deep heart suffer."
"We can't let people who work hard to suffer losses." Dai Chunfeng read it again and nodded with a serious expression, "That's good."
He naturally knew Qi Wu's little thoughts. If 'Blue Bird' hadn't been a fellow from Jiangshan, Qi Wu would not have taken such care and support.
However, instead of being angry at Qi Wu's little thought, Dai Chunfeng admired it very much.
Qi Wu did not try to hook up with the "local officials" of the Secret Service such as Wu Xinheng and Zheng Lijun, but chose to take care of the little fellow.
The former made Dai Chunfeng quite reassured about his team.
The latter was admired by Dai Chunfeng, and he supported the younger generations of the township party. This was very good and showed that Qi Wu was very affectionate.
Just as Qi Wu said, "Yu Ping'an said that 'Blue Bird' respects the old leader Song Fuguo very much,'" this also made Dai Chuzuo have a better impression of 'Blue Bird'.
"Virgo, where is Lu'an?" Qi Wu asked.
"Arrest people." Dai Chunfeng said with a cold expression, "I will report to the principal. You can notify the Lu'an Station and watch the Wang family. Give the order and take action immediately."
"yes!"
…
That night.
Wannan, Lu'an.
The head of the security group organized a card game, called several battalion commanders under his command, and the cronies had fun together.
Wang Rui, the commander of the third battalion, was very drunk and took an orderly to the appointment.
As soon as they entered the yard, the orderly was captured.
Wang Rui was also shot and tied up.
"Gentlemen, what are you doing? If Wang Rui has offended you in any way, you clearly said that Wang Lao Er should make amends. What are you doing?" Wang Rui shouted.
"Wang Rui, you are guilty of colluding with the Japanese." The regiment leader held a Mauser pistol in his hand and said with a cold face.
You fucking thief, you traitor!
Most of the security team were locals stationed in the area, and the team leader was also a local from Lu'an. Hearing that his battalion commander, the local wealthy Wang family, had committed treason, he didn't believe it at first, but after confirming the evidence, he was furious.
At this moment, I wanted to kill this bastard with one shot.
When Wang Rui heard the group leader mentioning "hooking up" the Japanese, his drunkenness disappeared, and cold sweat dripped down his back, "Members of the group, this is an injustice. I don't know which bastard wronged me, Wang Lao Er."
"Shut up!" The regiment leader went up and kicked Wang Rui to the ground with a ferocious expression, pointing the gun at his battalion commander, "Wang Laoer, betrayed Lu'an, betrayed the elders in my hometown, you fucking
Not as good as a beast!"
At the same time, the Wang family compound was also broken into by armed police.
The Wang family was in chaos.
The old lady from the Wang family blocked the search, sat on the ground and acted violently, got up and scratched someone, and spat all over the face of the station manager of Lu'an Station.
"Arrest her!" the stationmaster kicked the old woman to the ground and cursed, "My son is a traitor, and I am also an old traitor."
A call from the headquarters showed that the old lady of the Wang family was fully aware of and even condoned the incident involving her two sons, and she did not rule out being involved.
…
Public concession.
Hankou Road.
"Declaration" building.
Fang Muheng held his briefcase in his arm and hurried out of the building.
He was about to reach out to hail a rickshaw when a little beggar came towards him.
"Stinky bastard, aren't you full of steamed buns?" Fang Muheng bent down slightly and said to the little beggar.
"I'm full." Stinky Man smiled, looked around quietly, and put a note into Fang Muheng's hand, "Master Fang, someone asked me to give this to you."
"Who asked you to give it to me?" Fang Muheng asked without reading the note.
"I don't know, a gentleman wearing a hat." Stinky said.
"Go ahead." Fang Muheng nodded and said with a smile, "Don't tell others about this."
"I know."
After Stinky Egg left, Fang Muheng opened the note, took a look at it, and his expression changed drastically.
To be precise, I was shocked and excited.
"Rickshaw." Fang Muheng waved.
"Huichang Tea House." Fang Muheng said.
"Okay, sit tight," the rickshaw driver said.
In about half an hour, we arrived at Huichang Tea House.
Fang Muheng asked for a private room and ordered a pot of tea.
Although he was burning with anxiety, Fang Muheng could only do what the note said.
Yes, the note contained detailed rules for this meeting. There were step-by-step arrangements on how to conduct things, and Fang Muheng was required to strictly abide by them.
After drinking a pot of tea and even paying twenty yuan of French currency on the stage as requested on the note, Fang Muheng managed to survive an hour.
I hurriedly found the toilet, filled the water, left Huichang Tea House, and called a rickshaw to set off.
This time he arrived at the French Grand Park. After wandering around for more than 20 minutes, he left through the side entrance of Honolulu Road and hailed a rickshaw.
Dolphin Road.
Inside a private house.
Fang Muheng excitedly held the hands of a man in a long gown and said excitedly, "Ah Hai! Great, you're okay. It's great to see you!"
