But when he arrived at the political intelligence unit, he found that in addition to Wu Chunyang, there was also Tongsuo who was standing upright. Seeing this little guy, Gu Qi smiled.
"What, Chunyang, are you really going to accept him as your direct disciple? Then you have to watch out, don't let someone inadvertently evacuate your home again, haha."
He made a joke with Wu Chunyang, and then said seriously: "But we have agreed first. Tongsuo can be here during the day, but he still has to go back to train at night."
Upon hearing this, Tongsuo immediately puffed up his chest and answered loudly: "Yes."
Wu Chunyang shook his head: "Just take him out for a walk, okay Tongsuo, don't be too nervous here, relax your expression and movements, like before.
Once you go out like this, even fools will know that there is something wrong with you. You will be what you were when you were in the world, and you will be what you are now. Follow the disguise course taught in the special training class. "
Tongsuo felt like he was being pardoned, his shoulders relaxed and he cursed in his heart. He didn't know how he survived that bullshit special training class. The guy with the surname Zuo was so deceptive. He said he was just learning some secret agent skills.
He was very comfortable eating and drinking. However, the instructor said that he was too breathless and had to start from taking a break to stand at attention. If he made a wrong move, he would be punished by standing for an hour, so it was better to beat him.
If it weren't for a student who escaped and was beaten half to death by a guard with live ammunition and hung on the wall, I would have run away a long time ago. After learning so many secret agent skills, the world is so big that there is a place for him to stay.
Gu Qi glanced at Tongsuo, looked around and asked, "By the way, where is the section chief? What idea did he give you to make it so mysterious?"
"The section chief has gone to Lao Song's place."
Wu Chunyang did not answer him directly, but asked an unrelated question with a smile: "Old Gu, do you know what day the sixth day of June is?"
The sixth day of June? It will arrive in a few days.
Gu Qi was confused and frowned: "I really don't know what festival is celebrated that day, but your sister-in-law will clean and dry the clothes that day."
"It was the Tiankuang Festival. It was mainly about drying clothes and books. Women went back to their parents' homes, and people and animals took baths and prayed for sunny days." Wu Chunyang explained in detail.
After hearing this, Gu Qi seemed to have thought of something: "Do the Puppet Manchukuo also celebrate the Tiankuang Festival and have different customs? Do you want to use this method to identify the Puppet Manchukuo agents?"
Wu Chunyang nodded: "Yes and no, the Puppet Manchukuo celebrates the Insect King Festival on that day. According to legend, there was a major insect infestation during the Jin Dynasty, but the insects were quickly eaten by mandarin birds flying from the sky.
From then on, Mandarin Bird was established as the King of Insects. Every year on the sixth day of June, the people of the Jin Dynasty worshiped the King of Insects, hoping to control the insect pests through the King of Insects and pray for a good year. Furthermore, what did the previous dynasty call themselves before entering the customs? "
"Houjin!"
Gu Qi understood that just like the founding emperor loved to recognize his ancestors, it was unclear whether Hou Jin was related to the Jin Dynasty, but he inherited many Jin Dynasty customs.
This is the so-called ancestral system of the previous dynasty. After the establishment of the Puppet Manchukuo, in order to show the legitimacy of the regime, they have been engaged in activities to restore the ancestral system and reverse the course of history.
Therefore, the Insect King Festival should be an important festival in the Puppet Manchukuo, but what does this have to do with catching the Puppet Manchukuo agents? The Insect King will not bring people in front of them.
Gu Qi thought for a while and asked: "How does the Puppet Manchukuo celebrate the Insect King's Festival? What is the difference between it and the Tiankuang Festival? Just tell me quickly and don't be too pretentious."
"nice."
Wu Chunyang said with a smile: "The Puppet Manchukuo has inherited the old system. On the Insect King's Day, most families wrap sticky rice noodles with spinach leaves or forged leaves and place them in the crop fields to celebrate the birthday of the Insect King.
In the evening, candles used during the Chinese New Year are placed in the ground, all lit, and then they kowtow to the ground and pray. Some farmers even go to the fields to plant small flags to prevent the insect king's troops from inadvertently intruding.
In Jinling, every household of the Jinling Banner people would send someone to the Chongwang Temple outside the city to slaughter livestock and place offerings to worship the Chongwang every time it was time for sacrifices, praying that the crops would be protected from insect damage and for a good harvest in the coming year. "
Insect King Temple? Worship?
Gu Qi understood and shook his head: "The other party is a professional spy and will not be so careless. Moreover, there are many bannermen in Jinling. I am afraid it will be difficult to find the Manchukuo spies among the worshipers."
If he were to go to an enemy-occupied area, he would never do such a stupid thing to reveal his identity. He would worship the insect king even if his life was about to be lost. If he wanted to rely on this clue to find the suspect, he might not have much hope.
“If you are not a supporter of the Puppet Manchukuo, you will not risk your life to come to Jinling. Even if you do not come voluntarily, just like we must have Yuanxiao and dumplings during the Chinese New Year, they have the habit of eating glutinous rice dumplings.
So the Chongwang Temple is only one aspect. I plan to focus on monitoring the rice and grain shops in the city. They don't go to the Chongwang Temple to worship. Sticky dumplings are always used in sacrifices and festivals. "
As he spoke, Wu Chunyang loaded the gun, put it back into the holster, and continued: "You need to use yellow rice noodles to make glutinous rice cakes. There are very few people eating in Jinling, and there are even fewer shops selling rice grains, so it is easy to target suspicious targets.
Then compare it with the possible occupations when you come to Jinling, and maybe you can find something through a multi-pronged approach. Anyway, there are not many clues. It is better to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor than to wait in vain. "
"That's right, I'll go with you to see it."
Gu Qi thought this was the reason. He wanted to learn more about the survivors of the previous dynasty in Jinling, and maybe it could be used in future work. The Puppet Manchukuo would definitely not send just one group of people to Jinling to collect information.
Wu Chunyang didn't care. Gu Qi followed and there were still more cars available. After the two of them and Tong Suo made some disguises, they left the Secret Service in twos and threes with the agents from the Political Intelligence Unit.
On the way, Wu Chunyang introduced while driving: "Yellow rice noodles are a northern food. Most of the places in Jinling selling this stuff are in the areas where the survivors of the former dynasty gathered, such as Crystal Terrace and Pingshi Street Monk's Bookstore.
Our task today is to check out the situation in the nearby rice and grain store and establish a surveillance point. It is best to send people to sneak in. After all, when buying rice and grain, we use cloth bags and we can’t see what we are buying. "
Tongsuo rolled his eyes when he heard this and immediately volunteered: "Chief, how about I go? The store is willing to hire a boy. I promise to keep an eye on everyone who comes to buy yellow rice noodles and there will be no problems."
"hehe."
Wu Chunyang Gu Qi sneered, knowing that this guy was planning to cheat again. A man who even thought he had two extra arms when he walked actually asked to perform the task. The sun came out from the west.
After thinking for a moment, they guessed Tongsuo's plan. This little bastard wanted to avoid training. With the experience of Putuo Mountain, this simple close reconnaissance mission was like a vacation for him.
Gu Qi winked at Wu Chunyang: "Tongsuo is indeed suitable, let him go. He has done a good job in Mount Putuo and has some experience. There is no need to go to train him and he can concentrate on performing the task."
Tongsuo Brow smiled widely, his back molars were so happy that his molars were sticking out. It was God's will. He finally didn't need to train anymore. But before he was happy for a long time, Wu Chunyang, the good man in his mind, spoke.
"It's okay, his foundation is weak. After the mission is over, Gui Youguang will give him a special training. That's it. Prepare the copper locks and follow my orders later." Wu Chunyang gave a serious order.
Return to the light! Big stick!
Tongsuo said righteously: "Commander, I think I should train with everyone. As an old man who has fought side by side with everyone, I should not be special. Please approve it."
"That's fine too."
Wu Chunyang said with a smile: "Don't worry, the guys in Jinling, in addition to eating and lodging in the store, some also go home every day. Are you happy that you are scouting at the rice grain store during the day and will not delay your training at night?"
"Open, be happy."
Tongsuo forced a smile, God, what evil has he done.
Wu Chunyang raised the corners of his mouth and told Gu Qi about their destination: "Deputy Section Chief Gu, we are going to Shangshuli, where the people of the Crystal Terrace Banner who lost their houses after the previous dynasty perished set up shacks.
In the early years of the Republic of China, with funding from several Shanghai philanthropists, more than 200 shelters for banner people were built here. More than 250 households of banner people from various banners moved in together, forming this gathering area. "
As he spoke, the ground became uneven and the car slowly began to bump.
Wu Chunyang tightened his grip on the steering wheel and continued: "Because the banner people have no source of income, the security here is very poor, the police basically don't come, and there is a high possibility that puppet Manchukuo spies come to buy things.
There are three rice and grain stores nearby, and most of the customers are local residents. It is not difficult to monitor them. Just focus on the new faces, especially the customers who live in other places and come here specially. "
Gu Qi looked at the bleak streets outside the car window and nodded. Puppet Manchukuo spies would not choose to live in areas where bannermen gather. This would easily reveal their identity, so it is indeed easy to distinguish them.
The premise is that they will really come here to buy the raw materials for sticky dumplings.
At this time, the car drove into Shangshu Lane. Outside the low houses on the street, some people were lying on chairs and basking in the sun, some were eating tobacco blatantly, and some were wandering on the roadside carrying birdcages without birds.
Gu Qi watched for a long time and didn't find many young people. They must have gone out. The few who were there were staring at their cars furtively, with a gleam in their eyes and yellow teeth exposed.
Children chased the cars and shouted, trying to beg for some property or food, while women squatted by the river and washed clothes silently. The entire Shangshu exuded an aura of decadence and despair.
Gu Qi sighed: "Isn't there no one here to take care of it? At least we can't let these people eat smoke on the roadside. How can the emperor behave like this? Let's go back and ask the police station to send people over to take care of public security."
He has a good heart and cannot bear to see this.
Wu Chunyang snorted lightly, said nothing, and sped away from Shangshuli. It was impossible for them to get out of the car for reconnaissance. The car parked here would be dismantled into its skeleton in less than an hour.
Next to the police station in Shangshuli, Wu Chunyang checked the disguise, stuck his head out of the car window and looked around, then got out of the car with Gu Qi and Tongsuo. The three of them split up and quickly disappeared into the streets.
Not long after, a fortune teller, a beggar, and a cigarette seller came to the minister. The three of them wandered the streets and gradually became familiar with this most chaotic area of Jinling City.
