In the quiet reception room, Pang Chong held up his teacup and blew the floating foam gently, remaining silent. This was the attitude of many people facing the Secret Service. Talking more would be wrong, and not saying anything would be good.
Zuo Zhong was not angry at the cold reception. He also shook his teacup and looked at the other party with a smile: "Let me introduce myself. I am Zuo Zhong, deputy director of the Secret Service. You should have heard of me."
"Of course Pang has heard of the name of Deputy Director Zuo. I wonder why you are here this time. Our Training Directorate seems to have no business dealings with your Secret Service. If you have any questions, please tell me directly."
Pang Chong replied calmly, but looked straight out the window, his mood was emotionless, and he didn't even bother to maintain the official pretense. It was obvious that he didn't welcome their arrival.
Gu Qi on the side noticed his contempt and couldn't help but frowned. Which department saw the Secret Service not greeting him with a smile. He was treated so rudely today. How could this person have the courage?
"hehe."
Hearing this, Zuo Zhong put down his teacup and smiled, his smile looking very sincere: "Everyone's time is precious, and since Section Chief Pang won't give our brothers face, I won't beat around the bush.
We came to you because of the death of Lu Yong'an. I hope you can cooperate with the investigation. I want to know if Vice President Lu has told you the names of Su Zifu and Yang Changqing. "
"Sorry, I can't help you."
Pang Chong glanced at Zuo Zhong and said casually: "Lao Lu is very tight-lipped. I saw him uneasy and asked several times before, but he didn't say anything. You can ask someone else.
Also, can you please stop coming to the agency to look for Pang in the future? You all know what the military thinks of the Secret Service. I am already disliked by my superiors, and I don’t even want to have colleagues. "
What he said was very direct. The orthodox soldiers in the Training Directorate do not like the Secret Service, nor do they like people who are close to the Secret Service. After all, which department does not have some secrets.
"Oh haha."
When Zuo Zhong heard this, he put his hands on his hands and laughed: "Chief Pang, don't be nervous. I am not here to target you. I am just following the leader's instructions to investigate the death case of Lu Yong'an, so I have to come.
If you can cooperate with our investigation, after the investigation is completed, I will inform the military of the specific case and let everyone know your contribution in it. This will be a good thing for you. "
"This... is pretty good."
Pang Chong's eyes suddenly lit up, he smoothed his beard and changed the topic: "Pang is not a person who is greedy for merit. The main reason is that Lao Lu died in an unknown manner. As a friend, I can't watch him die in peace.
But he did not tell me anything about Su Zifu and Yang Changqing. So, if Deputy Director Zuo trusts me, I will ask other old friends to see if I can find any clues. "
"Eternal loyalty! I admire Zuo."
Zuo Zhong gave a thumbs up and praised, Gu Qi also chuckled and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. The other party seemed to be indifferent just now, but when he heard that he had credit, he immediately changed his tune, bah.
Since there was something to be gained, the atmosphere between the two parties gradually became harmonious. Pang Chong even picked up the teapot and filled the teacups. This act of being arrogant and respectful later was worthy of being a good friend of Lu Yong'an, Fengxian of the Party and State.
After pouring the tea, he picked up the teacup and turned it around, then paused and raised it to his mouth, signaling Zuo Chong and Gu Qi to drink together. Zuo Hong noticed the small movements of Pang Chong's hand, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.
The three of them continued to chat for a while. After drinking tea, Zuo Zhong stood up and said goodbye. Pang Chong sent them to the door. Before leaving, he repeatedly promised to give a reply to the Secret Service as soon as possible.
"Thank you, Chief Pang. Goodbye."
Zuo Zhong held the opponent's right hand tightly and shook it, looking very happy. Then he turned around and walked towards the parking lot, pretending not to notice the prying eyes in the training director's building.
Pang Chong stood there and sent him away. After the two figures were no longer visible, he returned to his office with a calm expression, picked up the phone and told his family that he would be home later tonight.
Zuo Zhong, who returned to the car, smiled and ordered Gu Qi beside him: "There is something wrong with this person. Conduct comprehensive monitoring immediately. I want to know his every move, so be careful."
"Okay, Deputy Director."
Gu Qi was secretly shocked when he saw how quickly Zuo Zhong changed his face. There was something wrong with Pang Chong, but how did the deputy director know? According to his observation, Pang Chong's behavior was normal and there was nothing abnormal.
Perhaps guessing what he was thinking, Zuo Zhong snorted coldly: "Did you see the action of the other party turning the cup when raising the cup? That is the word "和" in the four spirits of harmony, respect, purity and silence in the Japanese tea ceremony.
In Japanese values, harmony represents peaceful harmony, that is, harmony between people. Whether it is the guest or the host, words and actions must conform to the meaning of harmony contained in the tea ceremony.
This person subconsciously made that move. Perhaps he noticed something was wrong and immediately stopped. His reaction was very natural and quick, telling the brothers not to get too close to investigate. This opponent was difficult to deal with. "
"Pang Chong is Japanese!"
Gu Qi exclaimed, they had checked each other's background before, and their experiences from childhood to adulthood were all available, their resumes were complete without any blanks, and their family, friends, and other interpersonal relationships were perfect.
How could such a person be a Japanese spy? He was an impostor. However, Pang Chong's relatives, classmates, and friends were not blind, and his childhood photos proved that he had not been tricked.
As for traitors, it is even more impossible to surrender to the enemy. Spying is not a job that can be done by just finding someone. It must undergo strict training. This person's life trajectory is normal and he has not disappeared for a long time.
Zuo Zhong motioned to the driver to drive, pulled up the curtains on the car window and said, "Go back and give me Pang Chong's file. No matter how perfect the background is, there will still be loopholes. What's fake is fake and cannot be true."
"I understand, Deputy Director."
Gu Qi didn't think too much. They suspected that the other party had a problem and didn't need evidence. If they couldn't find evidence for a day, they would monitor it for a day. If they couldn't find evidence for a month, they would monitor it for a month. They would always find evidence.
Unless this person ceases to be active in the future, flaws will be revealed sooner or later. What is missing is what is coming. There just happened to be no clue about the follow-up of the Lu Yong Ai case, and Pang Chong just bumped into it.
This is a good start. If the other party has contact with the Japanese intelligence organization behind Su Zifu, this clue will be very valuable, such as helping them find the person who released the bacterial weapon.
They returned to Hong Gong Temple in silence all the way. It was already off work time. The spies walked out in twos and threes. Gu Qi immediately arranged for surveillance personnel and sent someone to find Pang Chong's files.
Zuo Chong ate something casually and sat at his desk without sleeping all night. During this period, the surveillance personnel reported back Pang Chong's behavior after they left. The other party had an appointment with some military friends in the evening.
It seemed that this guy wasn't lying. He was indeed inquiring about Su Zifu and Yang Changqing within Lu Yong's network as promised. Of course, he might be acting, which doesn't mean anything.
Pang Chong, male, 47 years old, was from Hunan Province. He was born in a local mission hospital. He attended a private school when he was a child, later entered the Military Academy, served as a sentry officer in the army of the former dynasty, and then joined the Life-defying Party.
Zuo Zhong looked at the information over and over again. The more he looked at it, the more doubts he felt in his heart. His eyebrows furrowed into the character "Sichuan". Finally, he stood up and walked to the window, looking at the rising sun on the horizon and lost in thought.
The other party's information was very normal. He was born, went to school, joined the army, got married, and had children. Everything was in order. It was the same as the lives of most grassroots officials of the Fruit Party. There was nothing wrong with it.
But he always felt that something was not right. Sometimes, the more ordinary people were, the scarier they were, the more ordinary people were, the more suspicious they were, and the more ordinary people were, the more likely they were to do some shocking things.
Turning around and walking to his desk, Zuo Zhong recalled the basic information about Pang Chong's family. His parents were alive, his wife was ordinary, his children were doing well, and they had nothing to do with Japan.
Let’s take a look at this person’s service experience. He has been holding middle and low-level positions in the field army. During the Northern Expedition, he bravely killed the enemy and was seriously injured without leaving the firing line. He led his men to be the first to invade an important city.
If he hadn't been in the wrong team later, he wouldn't have become a section chief now. You must know that the people who participated in the Northern Expedition with him, the lowest-ranking people, all became division commanders. The gap is too big.
Just too seriously injured to get out of the firing line?
Zuo Zhong knocked on the table. There were many people like him during the Northern Expedition. After all, that kind of vitality and the state of all things competing were not just boasted by a bald man. It could be regarded as a rare highlight moment for the fruit party.
The key point is the injury. If he could still survive to this day after his internal organs were seriously injured and could not get out of the line of fire, wouldn't he be a god? Do he really think that he is the captain of the Republic of China? Is there any problem in this?
Zuo Zhong pondered for a moment and called a special agent on duty and asked him to go to Song Minghao to get Pang Chong's medical records. These things should be in the archives of the Central Hospital and are easy to find.
This is also the case. It didn't take long for a document to be sent to the Secret Service. The paper was a little yellowed, and it recorded all the injuries, treatment, and diagnosis information of Pang Chong since he joined the army.
Turning to the page of the Northern Expedition, the record clearly stated: The upper right arm was seriously injured, the shrapnel was embedded in the flesh for more than an inch, and the bleeding continued. After the war, he was treated in a field hospital and recovered to health.
It was strange that there was no problem. Zuo Zhong closed the document and pushed it aside with a puzzled expression. Could it be that Pang Chong was an ordinary person who had studied Japanese tea ceremony culture? It was wrong. How could such a coincidence happen?
He thought for a while, then went out to the Telecommunications Department and sent a telegram to Hunan Province, asking the other party to investigate some things. As long as the intelligence collection was comprehensive enough, there would be no unsolved problems.
In the next two days, Pang Chong behaved normally and even called the Secret Service. He said that none of Lu Yongqi's friends had heard of Su Zifu and Yang Changqing, and he sounded disappointed.
Zuo Zhong had a round of talk with the other party and patiently waited for Hunan Province's reply. Until the morning of the third day, a female spy from the Telecommunications Department twisted her waist and knocked on his office door.
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