My years of espionage

Chapter 18
Chapter 018

Xiu Hengshen was the interpreter and confidant of Xi Neng, the squad leader of the investigation squad.

Therefore, it was Cheng Qianfan's plan to move closer to Xiu Hengshen and become his henchman.

It can't be said that Cheng Qianfan is utilitarian. He has great respect for Xiu Hengshen and his wife, He Xuelin, and he really regards them as his elder relatives in his heart.

However, Cheng Qianfan kept in mind the words of Comrade 'Zhulin' during his lifetime, and Comrade 'Zhulin' guessed that Xiu Hengshen's identity was more than a simple translation from the political office of the patrol room.

Comrade 'Zhulin' told him to be careful when in contact with Xiu Hengshen, and to pay special attention to hiding and protecting himself.

Therefore, Cheng Qianfan's performance today has a certain element of disguise and performance.

The attitude of Tan Detai towards Lao Mo that Xiu Gongshen analyzed was actually already within Cheng Qianfan's analysis and consideration.

It's just that when facing Xiu Hengshen, he couldn't be so smart and consider everything so comprehensively.

A young man with an ordinary resume and a clean net worth, a new patrolman who graduated from the supplementary class of the police sergeant school, can perform well because of his talent and intelligence, but he can't be too evil.

There must be both brilliant and ill-conceived places.

Otherwise, Xiu Hengshen might be suspicious.

Also, there is a lack of a sense of achievement.

To be precise, he needs to progress slowly with the help of Xiu Hengshen, which can not only allow Xiu Hengshen to reap this sense of accomplishment, but also naturally feel more at ease with him, and at the same time can cover up the fact that he met Xiu Hengshen before he met him. The unknown growth experience.

Therefore, he suddenly attacked Lao Mo without asking for instructions, which was a little reckless but not completely ignorant. It was not only out of personal anger, but also out of the consideration of planning and helping Xiu Gongshen.

Coupled with this half-truth performance of the follow-up visit to Xiu Gongshen.

In general, although it is because of emergencies, an action plan for implementation is formulated and implemented on an ad hoc basis.

However, the whole plan is very thoughtful and reasonable.

At the beginning of the lanterns, men and women dressed in fashion, the horn of the car, the rickshaw drivers running around shouting 'borrow the light' loudly, Shanghai is about to start the night life of drunken gold fans.

As the rickshaw driver pulled the cart, he skillfully took a towel to wipe off the sweat.

Cheng Qianfan retracted his body and leaned back on the chair.

The original words that Comrade 'Bamboo Forest' said to him were: Don't trust anyone easily, even the person you feel most familiar with...

The long whistle of ships in the Huangpu River could be heard in the distance.

Nearby, a few Japanese ronin swaggered triumphantly around the dead Korean woman.

……

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

"Old Ma, are you inside?"

"Mr. Fu, is my old horse in your house?"

Inside the room, Lao Ma's mouth was stuffed with the barrel of a gun. He was so frightened that he shivered.
"Where did this damn ghost go?"

After a while, the sound of footsteps in the corridor disappeared.

The old horse whimpered, his eyes desperately gesturing downwards.

One of the team members laughed and put away the gun.

"Idiot, next time you use a knife, what if the gun goes off?" Song Fuguo scolded.

When the old horse heard this, he was even more afraid. Feeling that he just walked around the gate of hell?
The old horse doesn't know much.

The man who rented the house, surnamed Fu, said he was a math teacher at St. John's Middle School.

The man that the Secret Service was tracking today was the first time Lao Ma had met. Mr. Fu introduced that he was a friend who came to help organize the lecture notes.

Song Fuguo winked at Liao Zhishen, and he immediately arranged for someone to investigate the situation of Mr. Fu.

This is most likely a big fish.

"You guys, are you really here to catch Japanese spies?" The old horse glanced at Song Fuguo and asked a little scared.

"What?" Song Fuguo patted the old horse on the shoulder, "Is it the old horse, don't be afraid, you know what to say."

"Ara doesn't know about that stranger." The old horse lowered his head and whispered, "Mr. Fu doesn't look like much. He even scolded the Japanese."

"You know shit." One of the team members scolded, "The Japanese spies don't scold the Japanese, how can they still praise the Japanese in your face?"

Song Fuguo didn't stop his subordinates, and this was the most difficult part of investigating Japanese spies. These Japanese spies spoke Chinese and could speak various dialects. They were no different from the Chinese, and even more patriotic than the Chinese. Good at confusing ignorant people.

The old horse who was scolded carefully teased and said, "Yes, yes, the commander taught that Ala was almost deceived by the damn Japanese."

……

"Did anything special happen today?" Song Fuguo asked.

"A special thing?" The old horse was a little confused. He didn't understand what a special thing was. He thought about it, his face changed slightly, but he shook his head.

"You old boy, you are not honest." The team member scolded just now, "Team leader, I suspect this guy is a Japanese spy."

"No, no, sir, I'm wronged, I'm not." The old horse was terrified, knelt down, and waved his hands again and again.

"I'm also willing to believe that you were wronged." Song Fuguo suddenly picked up the old horse's hair and said coldly, "But you obviously have something to hide."

"Ah, it's amazing, it hurts, ouch." The old horse grinned in pain.

Song Fuguo let go of his hand, "Let's talk."

"During the day, when the patrol came to arrest people, I watched the fun with Mr. Fu. The handout in his hand was lost. I didn't care at first, and then I talked to Mr. Fu. I don't know when he disappeared. Sir, I really don't know, I'm wronged."

"Isn't that very good." Song Fuguo patted the old horse's face, "Why didn't you say it just now."

"Afraid, afraid, afraid to speak."

Song Fuguo nodded, ordinary citizens are afraid of trouble, and it is better to have less than one more thing.

He waved his hand, and someone took the old horse to continue the questioning, while he lit a cigarette and thought.

Handout lost?

Bend over to pick up the handout.

If it is an ordinary citizen, there is nothing suspicious about it, but when it is placed on a Japanese spy, it is intriguing.

Seemingly ordinary behavior, put on a Jite's body, can not be judged by common sense.

Bend over, bend over...disappeared?

Naturally, people will not disappear. This is after picking up the lecture notes, taking advantage of this old horse to watch the fun, and quietly left without paying attention.

This is dodging!
Song Fuguo's heart moved, what was he avoiding?
There are two possibilities.

Either the person arrested by the patrol is his accomplice, which is to avoid himself being implicated.

Either he knew him in the patrol, or someone who knew him?
The more Song Fuguo thought about it, the more excited he became.

Although Liao Zhishen has already gone to check on Mr. Fu's situation at St. John's Middle School, he may not be able to gain anything:
The room was cleaned so cleanly, and the other party evacuated calmly without leaving too many traces. The identity of the math teacher at St. John's Middle School was also fake.

Now, I thought that there was no clue, but I didn't expect that there will be another village.

"Go and find out which patrol came to arrest people today, and who they were."

"Yes!"

　Ask for collections, ask for recommended tickets, everyone who has not invested can invest, thank you.

(End of this chapter)