The enthusiastic person just now is named Ji Jiafu, you can also call him Kawada Taishi, a member of the special work team of the Shanghai Consulate, who was ordered to lurk in Jinling, codenamed Pisces.
His cover identity was that of a writer, and he occasionally wrote reviews for several newspapers. After lying dormant for several years, he became somewhat famous in the cultural circle of Jinling City.
Kawada Taishi's task is to understand and influence the thoughts of Chinese literati, and there is no specific target of infiltration or instigation of rebellion. This kind of task is the easiest and safest.
Originally, he thought that he would lie dormant in silence until the imperial army occupied this place or he evacuated, until the nature of his mission changed a few months ago.
The special working class established an intelligence team with him as the leader. In addition to him, there were seven members in the intelligence team. These people had been lurking in various departments of the National Government a long time ago.
The special working class unified these scattered agents. In order to increase work efficiency and expand intelligence sources, it was decided to establish a regular intelligence team.
These people have relatively low positions, but their positions are very critical. They can continuously obtain internal intelligence of the National Government, and then send it to the special work class by Kawada Taishi.
Kawada Yasushi knew that many people in the special high school class had been arrested, and he also knew that operating a radio station was dangerous and could easily be targeted by Chinese intelligence agencies, so he, who was already very cautious, became even more cautious.
He has to consider reducing unnecessary social interactions, improving background information, increasing security measures during connections, being prepared to send and receive telegrams, and hiding equipment and weapons.
The mission was carried out smoothly. Kawada Taishi sent a lot of valuable intelligence. Although there was obstruction from the Chinese intelligence agencies during the period, it did not cause him any trouble.
Kawada Taishi feels that he is very lucky. China is a country with backward radio technology and the methods of Chinese intelligence agencies are also very clumsy. If he had communicated so unscrupulously in Tokyo, he would have been caught long ago.
But more than ten days ago, the situation changed. The Chinese police station began to register the permanent population. Even though this reason was normal, Kawada Taishi still felt dangerous.
The previous three population registrations conducted by the National Government were very perfunctory, but this time not only photos were taken, but fingerprints were also collected. It was very rigorous and meticulous, much like the methods of an intelligence agency.
To be on the safe side, Taishi Kawada immediately reported to Shanghai, stopped sending reports, cut off contact with offline people, and waited to see what would happen. He accepted the population registration obediently and carefully observed the police officers who came to register. Everything turned out to be normal. They were all old police officers on the street whom he had seen many times in the neighborhood.
While relaxing, Taishi Kawada lamented that the Chinese people were making greater and greater progress. With such a detailed population registration, unknown people could not hide at all. Fortunately, his background information was perfect.
After the crisis was over, Taishi Kawada resumed his work at the radio station and continued to send intelligence to the special work team, ranging from the status of department personnel to planned expenditures. This information was very important for post-war rule, and whether the imperial army could occupy Jinling, Taishi Kawada Have absolute confidence.
He was just sorting out the information to be sent in the evening when he heard the old man at the door arguing with the patrolman. For the sake of safety, he persuaded the old man to leave, otherwise it would be bad if he attracted people from the police station.
"It's such an ignorant and decadent country." Kawada Taishi muttered to himself and glanced at his watch.
When it was time to send the report, Kawada Yasushi carefully took out the radio from the hidden compartment, turned on the electric stove, checked the battery and flashlight, and confirmed that everything was normal. Then he turned on the radio and established contact with Shanghai. Shortly after the message requesting communication was sent, the radio's communication light was very green. It was about to flash. Kawada Taishi put on his earphones and was about to send a secret message, but then the lights in the room suddenly went out.
"power cut?"
Kawada Taishi was shocked. Was it another Chinese subdivision that was out of power? He thought for a while and decided to continue sending the report. Anyway, there was a battery. Stopping now would easily expose the area where he was.
Pieces of intelligence were sent out. Kawada Taishi, who had previously looked relaxed, gradually became anxious. There was too much intelligence to report today, and he was worried about whether the battery power would be enough.
Fortunately, when the communication light began to flicker and the sound of the key presses became fainter, all the information was sent. After packing up the equipment and hiding the radio, Kawada Taishi walked out of the yard.
At this time, the alley was full of residents who came out to chat because of the power outage. A few old men were encouraging everyone to go to the electricity bureau to cause trouble. Unfortunately, very few people agreed, and some even said sarcastically: "You guys can't eat enough for the whole family." We are hungry, but we still have to feed our families.”
Many people here are government employees, and if they go to cause trouble, they will lose their jobs, so the discussion turned to stopping for a few hours.
Someone said reservedly: "It will definitely not take long. After all, this place is close to various government offices. We people can be considered as government officials. Unlike ordinary people, the Electricity and Power Bureau will consider it."
Kawada Taishi also joined in and expressed a few comments, without being out of touch with the crowd or attracting attention, just like what he usually does.
Unfortunately, the one who guessed was wrong, and the electricity had not come on until late at night. The residents went home without interest, and Taishi Kawada took advantage of the situation and left quietly.
The call came early the next morning. The first thing Kawada Taishi did was to take out the radio and charge the battery. It would have been troublesome if there were no batteries yesterday, and communication must be ensured.
In the next ten days, the power supply in Wenchang Lane was very unstable, with power outages happening frequently. This was troublesome at best for others, but life-threatening for Kawada Taishi.
Every time he sent a telegram in fear, not because he was afraid of being caught, but because he was afraid that the battery would suddenly run out of power and the information would not be sent out.
Kawada Taishi was sure that this was done by the Chinese intelligence agency, because as long as he turned on the radio, the power would go out. But what was the point of this? Don't they know there is such a thing as a battery?
Kawada Yasushi pondered for a long time and came to the conclusion that the Chinese intelligence agency was disgusting with him, which made him dumbfounded. It was too amateurish.
But he didn't know that in addition to Wenchang Lane, such scenes were happening in many streets and alleys in Jinling City. At the same time, patrols there were also very frequent, and the siege network was slowly tightening.
A month has passed since Zuo Zhong received the spy radio case, and the Intelligence Section still found nothing. The Secret Service said everything. Some said Zuo Zhong relied on luck before, and some said Zuo Zhong was a gangster.
This made He Yijun very angry, and he ran to argue with others several times. Zuo Zhong was moved and found it a bit funny, so he comforted her a few words.
Zuo Chong said with a smile: "These people are like this, why are you so familiar with them?"
Just then Gu Qi knocked on the door and came in, looking excited and holding a piece of information in his hand.
He excitedly said to Zuo Zhong: "Section Chief, we found the person who used suspicious electricity!"
"Oh!" Zuo Zhong sat up straight: "How many of them, where are they, and what are their names?"
Gu Qi was embarrassed: "There is just one named Ji Jiafu. He is a writer and lives in Wenchang Lane."
Zuo Zhong thought he had captured all three radio stations in one go, but it turned out that he was alone. But it was still a harvest, at least enough for Lao Dai and Director Chen to communicate. It seemed that he had to continue to work hard.
Zuo Zhong took Ji Jiafu's information and looked at it. The details were clear and perfect, and his performance was normal. If it weren't for the leakage of power consumption, it would be really difficult to find out.
"Forget about the power outage, it's meaningless. There must be a way to replenish power for the other two radio stations. First, monitor this guy closely!" Zuo Zhong decided.
The Information Section's fists were retracted, and everyone focused on Ji Jiafu. Zuo Zhong knew exactly what time he got up, what time he ate, and what time he went to bed.
What kind of food he likes to eat, what kind of women he likes, what kind of books he likes to read, his habits of choosing words and sentences, etc. are all the contents of the investigation.
As soon as he goes out, there are at least twenty tracking veterans following him. Cars, bicycles, rickshaws and other means of transportation take turns to ensure that not a minute is lost.
Soon, all aspects of intelligence were gathered together, and Zuo Zhong saw a living Ji Jiafu from these materials.
Apart from writing at home, Ji Jiafu rarely went out at other times. The Eight Immortals Tower at the entrance of Wenchang Lane would deliver meals to his home every day. He loved to eat all kinds of fish.
This man had many friends, but they were all casual acquaintances, and he seemed to be deliberately avoiding something. As for female friends, he had no female friends. The Jinling literary circle privately felt that he was as good as Long Yang.
His works and editorials tend to be neutral when it comes to politics, but upon closer reading, they often criticize and ridicule the Fruit Party. However, this is normal. What serious writer doesn't criticize the Fruit Party these days.
When Ji Jiafu went out, he either went to buy office supplies or went to publishing houses and newspapers to collect his salary, which was quite considerable, at least much more than Captain Zuo Zhong's salary.
The only thing that is more suspicious is that he goes to Xuanwu Lake for a long walk every afternoon. It doesn't look like a walk, because after walking for a while, he will just sit there and stare blankly for a long time.
It was even less like a joint, because he had no verbal, physical, or eye contact with anyone. He just sat there quietly and looked at the lake.
Summing up all the information, Ji Jiafu is a man of letters who is not good at words, low-key and reserved. Except for the occasional fluctuations in his home's electricity consumption, no doubts can be found.
Zuo Zhong raised his hand to look at the time and said to Gu Qi: "Let's go and see what the great writer is doing in Xuanwu Lake."
Taking Gu Qi and He Yijun with him, Zuo Zhong arrived at the observation point of the Intelligence Department. It was a small building facing Xuanwu Lake, and one could clearly see the pedestrians coming and going by the lake.
At this time, Ji Jiafu was sitting on a stone bench by the lake, with his hands on his legs, naturally looking at the lake in the distance without any other movements. The nearby pedestrians were far away from him.
After a while, he got up and left, continuing to walk around the area. Zuozhong checked his watch. This guy stayed for almost five minutes.
Not long after, Ji Jiafu leaned on a rock again. Zuo Zhong picked up the telescope and looked carefully. The other party's eyes were not looking at any particular direction, and his hands were not looking for anything. Everything was normal until he left.
He repeated this behavior several times, and finally got into a rickshaw and went home directly, leaving everyone in the intelligence department confused.
"Section Chief, what do you think this kid is doing? Is he really here to find inspiration?" Gui Youguang scratched his bald head. He really didn't see any problem.
Zuo Zhong sneered: "Looking for inspiration? I only know that he stayed seven times, each time staying for about five minutes. And judging from your records, he does this every day. Is there such a coincidence?"
