"What an injustice! Let Zuo Chong come back! I am an acquaintance of your Section Chief Zuo for eight years, and that man surnamed Du came to visit my home. I asked him in vain that he is loyal to the leader, loyal to the party and the country, and has nothing to do with spies.
Bai is an official who is as clean as water and as clear as a mirror. Someone must have framed me. Don't come over here. If you come over, I'll jump down. Even though my old commander is gone, don't try to bully an honest person. "
Bai Wenzhi straddled the fence on the second floor, shouting at the top of his lungs. Downstairs stood his wife and children, who were crying and scrambling. The intelligence department agent raised his head helplessly, watching the hall manager's mischief.
As soon as Zuo Zhong entered Bai's house, he saw such a ridiculous scene. He was shouting that he was as clean as water in the baroque-style villa, but Bai Wenzhi had the nerve to say it. It was really embarrassing.
"It's for nothing! Come down here! Do you still look like a party-state official? You are crying here like a girl. If you have any problems, come down and tell me clearly. I will never wrong you!"
Zuo Zhong walked downstairs, pointed at Deputy Director Bai who was holding the railing for fear of falling, and cursed, "This guy has such a tall and powerful figure for Bai, and he is the director of the police department, and it's hard to be a patrolman."
Seeing Zuo Zhong coming, Bai Wenzhi's eyes lit up, and then Lihua said to the rain: "You swear to God that you will never wrong me! If you don't swear, I will jump down from here and splash your blood all over."
Smelly scoundrel.
Zuo Zhong laughed angrily: "Old Bai, don't give me a toast or a fine. Come here, prepare a shot. Kill this Japanese spy suspect who resists arrest on the spot. I'll see who dares to avenge him."
The agents of the intelligence section understood clearly that the section chief called him Lao Bai. They must have had some friendship. How could they be stupid enough to actually shoot, so they pretended to raise the gun and faced Bai to ask.
Bai Wenzhi looked at the dark muzzle of the gun, swallowed his saliva, and secretly cursed Zuo for being so merciless. He had given away so many souvenirs, so he wanted to remind Zuo Zhong not to lose everything.
"Ready! Prepare to shoot!
But before he could say anything, Zuo Zhong raised his right arm. Bai Wenzhi was frightened by this terrible situation, and concluded that the man named Zuo was going to kill someone. The dog agent's heart was black, and he hurriedly begged for mercy.
"Don't shoot, I'm coming down, I'm coming down."
"hurry up!"
After Zuo Zhong finished speaking, he put his hands on his hips and looked up at Bai Wenzhi. He saw that he was moving around on the fence but would not come down. He said impatiently: "Don't wait any longer. Today you have only one way to surrender."
Bai Wenzhi rode on the fence and shouted with a mournful face: "Don't get me wrong, my brother's leg is numb. Chief Zuo, please get someone to save me. I can't hold on any longer. I promise to tell you the truth!"
Seeing his kindness, Zuo Zhong's nose was almost crooked with anger, but he had no choice but to wave his hands and let the agents go up and help him down. After all, he had the affection for local products, so he couldn't just die without saving him.
"Haha, woo."
Bai Wenzhi's son couldn't hold it back. Seeing his father burst into laughter like this, Bai Wenzhi's wife quickly covered his mouth and smiled awkwardly at Zuo Zhong. What a strange family.
The four agents carried Deputy Director Bai down from the second floor, panting from exhaustion. Bai Wenzhi looked like a fat pig being sacrificed, especially his half-dead expression, which was particularly expressive.
"Chunyang, you all go out, Director Bai and I will have a chat alone."
Zuo Zhong sat in the living room of the Bai family and said something to the secret agent. Soon he and Bai Wenzhi were the only two people left in the luxurious hall. Bai Wenzhi moved his buttocks on the sofa, his face flushed with embarrassment.
"Honestly, when did Du Zizi meet you and where? Your home uses a new toilet, and you don't need Ye Xianglang like him. Lao Bai, don't lie."
Zuo Zhong sat there with his eyes closed, concentrating. He did not go around in circles and directly asked the key question, how did a deputy director of the police department and a Japanese spy who collected night fragrance get together.
If he couldn't explain it, the only thing waiting for Bai Wenzhi would be the cell of the Secret Service. For the sake of local specialties, Zuo Zhong might be able to give him some preferential treatment, such as turning the electric chair to the first gear.
Bai Wenzhi said regretfully after hearing this: "This old-fashioned Du Laizi killed people. In the early years when I first entered the police station, my family lived in an old house. He came to collect incense every day, so I knew him."
However, I didn’t have much communication with this kind of servant until two years ago, when he came to deliver some... local specialties and asked me to take care of his business and prevent others from going to certain places to collect incense.
This kind of thing is very simple, so I arranged for the police station under my command to handle it. We haven't seen each other since. Some time ago, he called and said he wanted to come to visit, and we made an appointment specifically last night. "
The visit was probably to give a gift, otherwise there would be no one to visit in the middle of the night. Zuo Zhong didn't take this excuse seriously, but who was helping Du Laizi escape and covering him.
Zuo Zhong thought for a while and continued to ask: "As for the time of the phone call, I am talking about the specific time. Lao Bai will tell you that the case involving Du Zizi is very important. You must seize the opportunity."
Bai Wenzhi was sweating profusely after hearing this. He tried his best to recall the scene of that day. He quickly thought of something and jumped up: "It was less than eight o'clock the morning after we had dinner."
The day after the Jishi Pharmacy bombing?
Zuo Zhong recalled that the surveillance record of Du Zizi clearly stated that the other party started collecting night incense in the early morning and ended before six o'clock in the morning.
Then he went to a teahouse to have dinner between 7:30 and 8:30, but there was no record of using the phone, unless he knew the magic of clones.
Zuo Zhong frowned: "Old Bai, are you sure it's Du Laizi's voice?"
"He said he was Du Laizi." Bai Wenzhi said matter-of-factly.
. . . . .
I'm afraid someone pretended to be someone and asked Du Qiaizi to cooperate with last night's action. But why he chose that day to make the call, Zuo Zhong didn't understand.
Was it because the traitor saw him eating with Lao Bai the night before, so the traitor made a plan to lure him out and took action immediately?
The traitor not only knew himself, but also knew Bai Wenzhi. He had been in contact with Du Qiaizi for a long time, and he knew that Bai Wenzhi was among Du Qiaizi's connections. This was reasonable.
If the traitor was from the Secret Service, it would be reasonable for him to know him, but why would he know Bai Wenzhi? Why didn't he act sooner? It has been a long time since I returned to Jinling from Zhejiang.
What does this mean? Zuo Zhong was lost in thought, while Bai Wenzhi looked at him secretly with fear. This reminded him of the prisoners he interrogated, and it turned out that this feeling was so difficult.
Zuo Zhong had no time to pay attention to this guy. He logically figured out one thing. The traitor might only know him but not his address, so he didn't have the conditions to take action until the day after the bombing.
As for the discovery that Du Qiaizi was under surveillance, it was probably discovered by the other party through observation. The intelligence department agents were not gods, and there were many intelligence officers who were better than them. This was not unimaginable.
It seemed that there was no problem within the Secret Service. If there had been a traitor in the Secret Service, the Japanese's revenge and kidnapping would have come long ago. There was no need to wait until last night. This made Zuo Zhong relieved.
The key node is the bombing.
He opened his eyes and looked at Bai Wenzhi, recalling everything that happened that day. The hotel waiter could rule it out. He used the pseudonym of Secretary Shen, and his identity was not revealed in the verbal conversation.
Then, while they were chatting at the door, an explosion occurred. He and Bai Wenzhi drove to the scene. There were no special circumstances along the way, and they ended up threatening Liu Gui.
"Chief Zuo must help me. As long as Bai can escape unharmed this time, if you give me any orders in the future, I have some connections in the police station and the military," Bai Wenzhi begged.
In the military?
Zuo Zhong was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly asked him a question: "By the way, we went to the scene of the explosion that day, and we were stopped by a second lieutenant on the way. How did you introduce me to him, Lao Bai?"
Bai Wenzhi didn't know what he meant by asking this. He frowned and recalled, "I thought you were from the Secret Service and asked him not to investigate. At that time, the other party waved him off and you said thank you."
"It turns out it was your boy who lured the Japanese here!"
Zuo Zhong looked at Bai Wenzhi bitterly. This was the problem. This guy's casual words almost got him kidnapped. There was something wrong with the second lieutenant who was leading the team. He was a Japanese spy!
He quickly walked to the phone and turned the phone to answer the call: "Lao Gu, suspend the investigation of the personnel in the investigation department and immediately investigate the numbers of all the troops on duty on the day of the Jishi Pharmacy explosion."
Bai Wenzhi stared at Zuo Zhong with an anxious expression, wondering why he felt like he had made a mistake again. He was an old policeman, so he could tell that it was him who exposed Zuo Zhong.
Zuo Zhong hung up the phone and his mind was racing. He took Gucci's car back on the night of the explosion. Gucci did some simple anti-tracking methods, but it seemed that he could not get rid of the stalker.
Intelligence work is like this. Any small negligence will lead to big problems. This can't be blamed on Gucci. He has done what he should do. He can't stay out for several hours every day before going home.
That's not cautious, that's crazy. Besides, past experience tells them that Jinling is safe. Even if there is a shooting at a safe spot, it is an emergency, but they can't think like that in the future.
Jinling must be regarded as enemy-occupied territory.
The Japanese are becoming more and more aggressive, and their style is completely different from the past. Maybe they should contact Hase Ryosuke. Zuo Shige feels that the opponent this time is a bit unusual. Who could it be.
........
Zuo Zhong said: "The rest is in (the author's words), right at the end of the article. If you change it during the day, the number of words will be the same, and there will be no extra deductions."
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I thought that from a biological point of view, life read almost like a poem. It has its own rhythm and beat, its own internal cycles of growth and decay.
It begins with innocent childhood, followed by rough youth, rough attempts to adapt to mature society, ideals and ambitions;
In middle age, the tension is slightly relieved, the character becomes mature, like the ripeness of fruit or the ripeness of fine wine, and gradually adopts a more tolerant, cynical, and kind attitude toward life. manner;
Later, when we age, the endocrine glands reduce their activity. If we have a true philosophical concept of old age, we will adjust our lifestyle according to this concept.
We should be able to experience the beauty of this rhythm of life, should be able to appreciate life's main themes, its conflicting melodies, and its final decisions like a grand symphony.
