Yuan Zuocai's top line did not dare to contact him, so the focus of the Secret Service's investigation shifted to Yuan Zuocai's top line. He and his senior brother were not involved, and Yuan Zuocai did not know it. This was Lin Chuang's "fishing in troubled waters" plan for Yu Gao Yuanding.
Although it is difficult for him to stand out, it does not mean that Yu Gaoyuan cannot.
…
After get off work on the afternoon of the 6th, when Yuan Zuocai walked to the entrance of the alley, he pretended to tie his shoelaces and drew a cross on the wall with a charcoal pen that he had hidden long ago. The black writing was scratched on the corner of the wall. If you didn't pay attention, it was Hard to find.
Yuan Zuocai stood up with satisfaction and went home relieved.
This move of his naturally could not escape Chen Huaijun's eyes.
After Yuan Zuocai left, he immediately went downstairs and came to the corner to check.
When he saw the black cross, Chen Huaijun was convinced that it must be a communication signal sent by Yuan Zuocai - the big fish he was waiting for was about to take the bait.
"From now on, pay close attention to the people passing by the alley, especially if there are people looking around the corner. In addition, call for Hu Cheng, Yuan Zuocai's neighbor who wants to come into our house, and monitor them at close range. Anyone with him
Those who come into contact must be interrogated. Two hundred thousand French currency is not a piece of paper. It is not that simple to get it out quietly. You all have to open your eyes and watch carefully." Return to the restaurant.
, Chen Huaijun immediately made corresponding arrangements.
…
In the evening, the originally quiet Zhizhi Alley suddenly became crowded with more people. Most of them were female students. Some were on foot, some were in rickshaws, and some were in cars. When they came to the alley, they got off the car and walked into the alley.
This change suddenly overwhelmed the special agents who were monitoring and taking photos.
"What's going on? Go and have a look." Chen Huaijun saw that the situation had changed and hurriedly asked Xu Baokun to go down and inquire.
After a while, Xu Baokun came back and reported: "Captain, the students from Jinling Girls' High School are going home for the holidays, so there are many people and cars."
"Jinling Girls' High School? Isn't it a boarding school? Today is not a weekend, nor is it a holiday. Why is there a holiday?" Chen Huaijun asked.
"I asked around, and I heard that the students are going on strike and will march on the streets tomorrow."
"Why are we going on strike and marching?"
"I heard it was to call on the Communist Party to fight against Japan."
"Unite with the Communist Party to resist Japan? After the 'Double Twelve Incident', wasn't it decided to unite with the Communist Party to resist Japan? Why are the students still making trouble?"
"I don't know." Xu Baokun replied.
Chen Huaijun thought for a moment, the Kuomintang and the Communist Party are currently negotiating on the issue of military establishment. Is this why the students are on strike and marching?
If it was really for this reason, it would be understandable.
However, is this a coincidence? Could it be something done by the Japanese to muddy the waters of Paper Alley?
Thinking of this, Chen Huaijun smiled to himself: "I am really overly nervous. The Japanese don't know how to do this kind of thing, and they can't do it. If they want to do it, they must be people from the underground party. However, the matter in Copy Lane is nothing like the underground party."
It doesn’t matter at all.”
"Don't focus on the students, monitor others closely." Chen Huaijun ordered.
"yes."
…
A female student with short ear-length hair, holding a few books in her arms, walked over with several classmates. When she reached the entrance of Zhizhi Lane, she saw the inconspicuous black cross, her eyes flashed, and then quickly
He looked away, chatted and laughed with his classmates and entered the paper-making alley.
…
"Bah bang bang!"
On the morning of the 7th, there was a knock on the door of Yuan Zuocai's house.
Xu Baokun, who was monitoring his neighbor's house, immediately raised his ears alertly and listened carefully.
"Here, who is it?" Yuan Zuocai's voice came as the door of Yuan Zuocai's room rang.
"Me! Sir, do you want to dig into the latrine?"
"The pit? Dig it out. I'm looking for someone to dig it out."
Then I heard the door opening.
"Sir, I'll give you one yuan for digging into the latrine. Do you know this?"
"I know, I know. It's really strange. You take away the excrement and sell it, but we give you money."
"Sir, you city people are all decent people. Who would do such a dirty and smelly job? If the latrine is full, there will be more maggots. It smells bad and is unhygienic. Too many flies are annoying. We will take them away.
If you dry it and sell it for money, you will also be purified. Isn't this the best of both worlds?"
"Stop talking, it makes you want to retching! Remember to sprinkle lime in the latrine."
"okay."
Xu Baokun listened to the conversation between the two and found nothing wrong. He also felt that the appearance of the man who picked up feces at this time was very suspicious, so he quickly returned to the house and asked the owner: "Does the man who takes out manure come frequently?"
"Come frequently, someone comes to ask about it probably every week," the host replied.
"Everyone asks?"
"Not necessarily. Those who often pick out excrement know whose house it is time to pick out and whose house has not yet been picked. They will only ask if it is time to pick out. However, after they finish picking out excrement, they will usually stop at the entrance of the alley or somewhere.
Once you stop, wait for a while and see if anyone will take the initiative to ask them to pick it up."
After listening to the owner's introduction, Xu Baokun had an idea. Although he felt that there was nothing wrong with the man who picked up feces, he still felt uneasy.
He called another companion and asked him to report to the restaurant while he continued to monitor.
After a while, a strong stench came over, and Xu Baokun quickly covered his mouth and nose for fear of retching.
"Sir, after digging out, the pit was also sprinkled with lime."
"Okay, I'll give you the money."
Hearing this, Xu Baokun quickly ran to the gate. Through the crack of the gate, he could see the front of the dung truck.
You can roughly see an old farmer in his fifties coming out of Yuan Zuocai's house, pouring the dung in a dung bucket into the top of the dung truck, and putting a bucket of lime and a long dung scoop on the truck.
Then he picked up the car and drove towards the alley in the direction of the restaurant.
"Could this person be the contact person? He wouldn't put the money in a dung truck, would he? As for the two boxes of money, they can only be transported out by truck. However, it is unlikely to be carried out by a dung truck, right? Where should I put it?
?Under the car?" Xu Baokun thought.
He thought so, and so did Chen Huaijun.
After receiving the report from the secret agent, he saw the manure collector parked his car in a sheltered area at the entrance of the alley. He pretended that nothing happened and went over to take a look. He even walked to the car and pretended to squat down to tie his shoes and look under the car.
, didn’t see anything.
He felt relieved and ruled out the suspicion of this dung truck.
"Sir, do you want to dig out the latrine?" The old farmer who was digging out manure squatted aside and smoked a pot. When he saw Chen Huaijun approaching, he asked quickly.
"What kind of pit are you digging? It smells so bad, get out of here!" Chen Huaijun covered his nose and said impatiently.
"Okay, okay, I'm going, I'm going. Alas, everyone thinks we stink. If we don't stink, your house will stink." The old farmer knocked his cigarette pot on the soles of his shoes, stood up and pulled the cart away, muttering in a low voice as he walked.
"Bah! The smell all over the body is disgusting. However, there is some truth to it. It seems that every industry has a reason for its existence." Chen Huaijun thought to himself as he watched the dung truck go away.