Time passed very quickly, and it had been three days since Zuo Zhong went to Laohuqiao Prison. The Secret Service was very busy during these three days, and Wu Chunyang, Song Minghao and Wu Jingzhong were so busy that they hit the back of their heads with their feet.
Wu Chunyang wants to follow Meng Ting. The new intelligence section chief of the secret service headquarters is completely different from his predecessor. He runs around investigating Fan Shusen, the owner of the mansion, every day, which makes Wu Chunyang very troubled.
It's just that this person is too tossing.
Early that morning, Wu Chunyang ran to Zuo Zhong's office and complained: "Section Chief, this Meng Ting is so unreliable. He is a complete layman. He asks questions outside every day, but can't find the right answer."
But I haven't seen him for three days. His hair is messy, his beard has grown out, and he still smells like whoosh. I don't know where he went with Meng Ting, and why he is in such a mess.
"Sit down and have a sip of tea."
Zuo Zhong was shocked. It would be a shame if his general was killed for Meng Ting. He quickly asked: "Chunyang, what do you mean by what you just said? Can't you find the point?"
Wu Chunyang picked up the tea cup and took a long sip, wiped his mouth and said: "He met twenty-eight of Fan Shusen's classmates, nineteen colleagues and seven friends in three days, so he just wanted to ask Fan himself.
We followed him to Shanghai, Suzhou, Guangling, and Hui Province. In some places, rumors had already spread. What should the section chief do? Should he find a way to block the relevant information? "
Are all the people in this place so wild?
Zuo Zhong was dumbfounded. There was a big difference between intelligence investigation and criminal investigation. Visiting relatives and friends in criminal investigation was a normal investigation method, so the police could accept the risk of information leaking.
It's okay if the person escapes, and a wanted person can be issued. It is only a matter of time before the suspect is found and the case is solved with the help of the state. It is difficult for ordinary people without special training to remain silent in the face of torture.
But intelligence investigation is different. Once the other party receives the information and destroys evidence and cuts off communication channels, is there any point in the investigation? Catching a spy who has been exposed will not solve any problems.
Because you can't be sure whether the suspect will speak. If he doesn't speak, then everything you have done before will be in vain, and it will also arouse the vigilance of the other organization, causing the operation to completely fail.
Even if the suspect opens his mouth, after so much time has passed, all those who should have escaped have escaped. The intelligence network still exists and continues to operate after the limelight has passed. Nothing has changed, and the enemy will only become more vigilant.
Regarding the case of the official residence, as long as Fan Shusen receives a phone call, the underground party in the official residence will quickly disappear in Jinling City. All the secret service headquarters can do is clean the official residence.
How could Xu Enzeng allow Meng Ting to conduct such a high-profile investigation? No matter how useless he is, he is still an old intelligence expert. He cannot even understand this basic common sense and what the other party is planning.
Zuo Zhong hesitated for a moment, and finally made a decision: "Don't worry, our target is not the underground party, but the secret service headquarters. As long as one place is not moved, we will not move, and we cannot alert the enemy.
If the news leaks, Xu Enzeng will be the unlucky one. I suspect there is something wrong here. The best option is to wait and see what happens. Thank you so much for having to follow a half-assed person everywhere. "
"Okay, section chief."
"Well, take the time to rest."
The two ended their conversation, and Wu Chunyang left dejectedly. In the afternoon, he would follow Meng Ting to Chuzhou to ask Fan Shusen's nanny. He didn't know what the use was. It was a waste of time.
The target cannot be an underground party member in the womb or while breastfeeding. The only purpose is to spend more travel expenses for the party and the state. It is said that the local food is good, and I hope the trip is worthwhile.
Zuo Zhong watched the door close, threw the pen in his hand on the table, leaned back on the chair and frowned. Was Meng Ting's actions intentional or unintentional? Did he really not understand intelligence investigation?
Even if I don't understand, I should know what secret investigation means by thinking about it with my head, not to mention those old spies in one place reminded me that no matter from any angle, this thing should not happen.
The other party's resume clearly states that he is good at using modern investigative techniques and has extensive research on Western traces and forensics. He once got a murderer to plead guilty and be brought to justice through interrogation alone.
To say that such a superb detective is a fool, I am afraid no one will believe it, but such a smart man did an extremely stupid thing. The reason is worth thinking about.
If it is unintentional.
That shows that the French police education is as flashy as their military education. Meng Ting's reputation is just made up by Shanghai newspapers, or it is a hot search that the kid bought with his own money.
Personality has existed since ancient times.
The founding emperors of ancient times had so-called visions when they were born, such as golden dragons encircling their beams, etc. This is considered a standard feature of successful people. Without these legendary bonuses, one would not be worthy of being a big shot.
If it is intentional.
Then the matter is even more interesting. Meng Ting's high-profile investigation is very much like reporting, using the investigation case to spread the news that the official residence of the Construction Committee has been exposed.
Who would do this?
The answer is obvious. Only the underground party has the need to use such a dangerous method to warn people. Is it possible that there are going to be two or five people in one place again? But unlike the previous two times, this time it is true.
Zuo Zhong couldn't believe it, and quickly ruled out this possibility, because a hidden line that could lurk to the core of the secret agent headquarters was more important than an exposed Jinling City Wei.
This reason is a bit cruel, but life is not a treat, it will lose your head. The same is true on the intelligence front. Many times, some trade-offs must be made to save important people as much as possible.
So is an intelligence section chief important? Of course it is. This position can understand most of the secret intelligence of the secret service headquarters, as well as all front-line operational tasks. It is an absolutely critical position.
Considering this, Meng Ting is unlikely to be an underground party. Besides, there is no need to use such dangerous means for early warning. A mailbox, a phone call, or even an action or a look are enough.
As for the bitter plot, the underground party will not deliberately expose a municipal government agency and gamble with the lives of several or dozens of comrades, and organizational discipline does not allow sacrificing the lives of comrades to win the trust of the enemy.
The trade-off is passivity.
It is the last resort to protect the party.
The two cannot be confused.
Through the above reasoning, Meng Ting is probably just a talker without practice. He doesn't know how to investigate and solve crimes. He successfully deceived Xu Enzeng by relying on the newspaper's praise.
Zuo Zhong was a little disappointed. It would be great if it were true. If the intelligence section chiefs of the two major secret service agencies of the party were all underground party members, this matter would surely be able to support many self-media accounts in a few decades.
"shock! Xu Enzeng turned out to be.》
"Dai Chunfeng said I am not as good as him."
He thought of several shocking things in an instant, then shook his head to dispel these strange thoughts. He picked up the phone and made a long-distance call to Shanghai. He had to find someone to ask about the situation.
After waiting for a full three minutes, the buzzer on the phone finally disappeared, and a familiar voice rang on the phone. The person on the opposite side was Zuo Zhong's old friend, Yu Xingle, the director of the East China District of the Secret Service.
There was no contact for a long time. After the call was connected, the two caught up with each other for a while and made an appointment to get together in Jinling. Then they got down to business. Zuo Zhong wanted to get to know Meng Ting in depth.
After all, speculation is just speculation, and facts need to be supported by evidence. East China District has great powers in Shanghai, so it must know some things that are not recorded in the files, such as whether the other party is cheating.
As a result, Yu Xingle laughed out loud after hearing his question: "Chief Zuo, because I often go to the police station, I am still very familiar with Meng Ting. He is not a liar, but he is not as good as the legend says."
"Oh? How do you say this?"
Zuo Zhong's eyebrows twitched. This comment was quite interesting. I must ask clearly.
"He did not rely on investigation to solve the case. Instead, he first found the suspect through his connections with the Cao Gang, and then worked backward to find evidence. Finally, he spent some money to find a few literati and reporters to brag, and his reputation was spread."
Yu Xingle recounted the details with a smile in his tone: "With fame, you won't be short of money. Anyone who writes civilized dramas in Shanghai will have to pay at least five to six hundred yuan if they want to use his story."
This guy is truly a genius.
Zuo Zhong couldn't help but admire Meng Ting's saucy operation. Unexpectedly, decades ago, someone had thought of using public opinion to promote himself and found the best way to monetize his traffic.
The risk of this approach is very small. How can a few bad writers fight with the deputy captain of the detective team? They can only pay for it. In addition, the more civilized dramas written, the greater the person's reputation will be.
The most amazing thing is that he did not cut leeks openly and did not affect the perception of ordinary people. Those who have the money to watch civilized dramas these days are the petty bourgeoisie, and their money will not be in vain.
Business is not shabby.
He had a vague judgment in his mind, so he said with a smile: "I am now the intelligence section chief of the secret service headquarters. I am in charge of hundreds of secret agents. I investigate a single case and cause a storm in the city."
Yu Xingle laughed when he heard this: "Haha, this is normal. According to the information I got, one of the most famous screenwriters in Shanghai has gone to Jinling. I think a new story about Chief Meng will be released soon."
"Then I'd like to support you."
After finishing speaking, Zuo Zhong stood up and sat up straight, and said another thing: "Lao Yu, don't say that brother didn't remind you that your staff in East China District need to step up their training. I will go down and take a look in the near future."
"Come down and take a look around?"
Yu Xingle understood instantly, and his originally relaxed tone suddenly changed: "Chief Zuo, I understand. I will immediately train the personnel in their professional skills. East China will never fall behind."
Zuo Zhong smiled with satisfaction. In an organization like the Secret Service, there must be people not only at the top, but also at the bottom. Otherwise, no one will carry out the orders at the grassroots level. No matter how high the status is, it is nothing more than a clay statue of a Bodhisattva.
He and Lao Yu are both instructors at the Zhejiang Police School. They have worked together several times and are very familiar with each other. Through each other, they can completely influence the East China District and the most important Shanghai Station. This line must be managed well.
The two of them chatted for a while, and more than ten minutes had passed by the time Zuo Zhong hung up the phone with a smile. Then his expression returned to calm, he stood up and walked to the door and shouted.
"Yijun, let Deputy Chief Gu come over."
"Yes, section chief."
(End of chapter)
