After chatting with the neighbors, Zuo Zhong got some information, some of which was very valuable, such as why, in addition to the scapegoat, a character like Yu Xueping was needed in the intelligence team.
As he walked towards the door, he ordered: "Close the team."
There is no value here anymore. So many clues can be found at the scene, which is beyond Zuo Zhong's expectation. It seems that no matter how professional the intelligence personnel are, they have their own weaknesses, and the Japanese are no exception.
The agents began to organize their formation, and he walked towards the door first, but before getting in the car, he stood in front of the car lights and said hello to the Japanese Consulate again, which should be visible.
It was indeed visible. In the Japanese Consulate on the hillside, several men wearing Japanese army uniforms were taking turns looking at the place with a standing telescope, and they could clearly see his movements.
"idiot!"
The Lieutenant Colonel with the highest military rank among them clenched his fist and said: "Damn Chinese, they are so arrogant. When the imperial army enters this country, I will torture this bastard severely."
Others were also furious. They could only watch helplessly as their strongholds were searched. It was really frustrating. Someone immediately asked to bring someone to intercept the convoy.
Although the Lieutenant Colonel was angry, he still had sense. He raised his hand to stop her and said, "Forget it, pass the information to the Shenyang Kwantung Army. That woman is one of theirs. Let's see how they deal with it."
"Hai."
Zuo Zhong didn't see this drama, but he could imagine that Xiao Qingmin lived here partly because it was convenient to contact the consulate, and it was also convenient for the consulate to confirm her status.
The old guy Doihara is very suspicious, and he has kept many hands on his men. Presumably he will receive the news that Butterfly has been captured tonight, so how will he react?
While thinking, the convoy returned to the Secret Service and slowly stopped in front of the office building. Zuo Zhong got out of the car, took a look at his yawning subordinates, and immediately disbanded the team.
There is no point in interrogating again tonight. Xiao Qingmin has already thought of a countermeasure. To continue the interrogation is to follow her wishes and turn the interrogation into a protracted battle with back and forth. Zuo Zhong wants to decide the outcome in one battle.
On the second day, the third day, and the fourth day, Zuo Zhong never interrogated Xiao Qingmin, and Gu Qi checked the situation of the members of the Japanese intelligence team. The cover identities of these people were basically clear.
Except for the three people with documents, the identities of the others are very complicated. There are grocery store owners, taxi drivers, gangsters, and students from some universities in Jinling.
Gu Qi reported back to the left: "Section Chief, from the other party's residence and business premises, we seized more than 20,000 yuan in cash, dozens of long and short weapons, five grenades and special ammunition."
Five grenades, plus the one from Qiu Ju Bookstore, make it six. With this kind of firepower to assassinate the bald head, if accurate information is added, maybe the bald head can really be sent to the sky.
Zuo Zhong imagined this situation and shuddered. If the bald man really went to the west, would it be beneficial to the Sino-Japanese war? I don't know, but who is most likely to succeed him and become the new leader?
The surname is Wang.
If such a person became the leader of the Republic of China, he would be a widow without a son - there was no hope. Judging from the other party's performance in the East Asia Club case, Dean Wang had been flirting with the Japanese for a long time.
So the purpose of the Japanese intelligence team was to kill the bald man and push him to the top? Zuo Zhong sat there and thought for a long time. He looked at his watch and felt that he could contact Xiao Qingmin. He had been left alone for long enough.
After three or four days of calming down, Xiao Qingmin should think about her situation clearly and see what story she could make up. Zuo Zhong took Gu Qi and Song Minghao to the interrogation room for interrogation.
As soon as he met Xiao Qingmin, Zuo Zhong found that he was a little more calm and calm and his performance was more realistic than he was three days ago. However, he didn't have a good rest for a few days and looked a little haggard.
Zuo Zhong didn't do so much foreplay this time and directly took out a curtain: "Miss Xiao, this curtain was taken from your bedroom. See if it looks familiar. This color is not common."
Rose-red curtains were placed on the table, and a rose-red cheongsam was worn on Xiao Qingmin. Although there was a slight color difference between the two, anyone with normal eyes could tell that they were the same color.
"I bought the curtains at random. The cloth stores were selling them cheaper at the time."
"Which cloth store did you buy it from? How much did you buy it from? When did you buy it?"
"I forgot. It's impossible for me to remember what happened several years ago."
"Can you play the flute?"
"Yes, it will blow on weekends."
As Zuo Zhong and Xiao Qingmin went back and forth, Gu Qi and Song Minghao both knew that this woman was talking nonsense, but they had no conclusive evidence to prove this, so they could only sit here and listen to her nonsense.
After Xiao Qingmin answered the question, he said very sincerely: "Sir, I have cooperated with everyone who should cooperate. You should have checked it. I am an ordinary teacher and I am really not a spy."
Zuo Zhong put down the pen in his hand and raised his head to look at her: "Ordinary teachers will not regain their composure so quickly when they arrive at the interrogation room of our Secret Service. To be honest, you will definitely not be able to get out.
I did not choose torture. Firstly, I respect you as an opponent, and secondly, I want to know some things, such as what you were discussing that day. I guessed that this matter may be related to a big shot.
Therefore, I must let you give a complete and clear explanation, otherwise no one from top to bottom will be convinced based on the words of the Secret Service. After all, that person is a veteran and cannot be easily moved. "
He told him his purpose and difficulties. Xiao Qingmin looked confused and seemed to know nothing about what Zuo Zhong said. However, her slightly opened shoulders and legs showed that she was very relaxed now.
Gu Qi didn't know who the big shot was, and wanted to stop him when he heard what he said, but it was too late to react. He lowered his voice and said anxiously: "Section Chief, she will definitely not speak out when she hears what you said.
"Hey, don't be so quiet."
Zuo Zhong's voice was loud: "We are all colleagues. We can hide some situations from others, but we cannot hide them from our colleagues. Instead of wasting time here in circles, it is better to communicate happily."
When he said this, he asked Xiao Qingmin: "Right, Miss Xiao, you don't have to say anything, let me speculate on certain things. For example, in the 20th year of the Republic of China, you got close to Zhu Jisheng and successfully included him in the pomegranate skirt group.
His official position is very low, and logically speaking there is no need to instigate rebellion. However, the duties of the Eighty-Eighth Division are very sensitive. The Chairman is in Jinling, and the peripheral security tasks of the official residence are performed by them.
For example, there was an explosion in Jinling that day. Zhu Jisheng guessed my identity and used some method to find my residence. No, it should be in the general area, otherwise you would have come to the door. "
Zuo Zhong's eyes were fixed on Xiao Qingmin. He couldn't figure out one thing. No matter how careless he and Gu Qi were that day, they wouldn't be followed by a dabbler like Zhu Jisheng who had no sense of anti-tracking.
Considering that the Japanese only set up an ambush halfway, there is a possibility that Zhu Jisheng does not know his specific address, but only knows the approximate location, so that everything can be explained.
Hearing these words, Xiao Qingmin blinked his doubtful eyes but remained silent. Gu Qi was heartbroken and almost hurt Zuo Zhong, who had always been worried about being followed.
"But I just couldn't figure out how he found my location. It wasn't until we used the plane to follow Jiang Jincai that I realized that Jiang Jincai could do it without having to show up himself."
Zuo Zhong looked at Xiao Qingmin, slapped the table and said: "For example, asking about the checkpoints in the city was under martial law at that time and there were not many cars on the street. He only had to ask where a car passed by!"
Gu Qi suddenly realized that he and Zuo Zhong had indeed passed many blockades and checkpoints at that time. Those soldiers on duty were either the 88th Division or the 87th Division. Zhu Jisheng could easily inquire about them.
The combination of these three conditions: night, martial law, and cars, made it easy to lock the car that followed them, and it was also not difficult to determine the driving route from Chaotian Palace to the Secret Service.
"Ms. Xiao, you must have been surprised and happy when you received his call. You were happy that you found my address, but you were surprised that Zhu Jisheng made his own decisions, which may lead to your exposure.
Or from that moment on, his fate has been sealed. The tool is useless and what awaits him is either abandonment or destruction. Zuo Zhong shook his head, seeming to feel pity for Zhu Jisheng.
Xiao Qingmin shook his head repeatedly: "No, I don't know Zhu Jisheng. Who is he? How did he follow you and have nothing to do with me? Why does the officer have to connect him with me?"
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Recover after two hours.
A person has childhood, adulthood and old age, and I don’t think anyone would think this is unsatisfactory. A day has morning, noon, and sunset, and a year has four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. There is no better way than this.
There is nothing good or bad in life, there is only a question of "what is good in that season".
If we hold this biological concept of life and live according to the seasons, no one except arrogant idiots and hopeless idealists will deny that life is indeed like a poem. past.
Shakespeare expressed this concept very clearly in his section on the seven stages of life, and many Chinese writers have said similar things.
It is strange that Shakespeare did not become a religious person, nor did he show great concern for religion. I think this is what makes him great;
He looked at life as it was, and he did not disturb the arrangement and organization of everything in the world, just as he never disturbed the characters in his plays.
Life is in various shapes and forms. Some people once said that it is like a river of spring water, while others say that it is like a big tree. However, in Lin Yutang's writings, life is like a poem.
Everyone's life is a story, and everyone's life is also a poem with endless charm.
Who doesn't want to take the time to read a long poem with endless charm? Life is like a poem and has its brilliant reasons.
