Cicada Moving

Chapter 312 Little Train

Wu Chunyang didn't have time to take care of Tongsuo. He was walking through the streets and alleys amidst the directions of the young man turning left and right. The other party was obviously following him.

The suspicion that this person is an agent of the Puppet Manchukuo has been further raised. However, this kind of counter-tracking is a bit perfunctory and far inferior to the professionalism of the Butterfly Team.

Neither changed trains multiple times, nor did he allow himself to take unconventional routes, such as making sudden U-turns and driving in the opposite direction. What kind of trick was this guy playing?

After pulling the other person through three blocks, Wu Chunyang wiped his sweat, thought about it and felt that something was wrong, and running like this was not a problem.

 rickshaws mostly pick up and drop off passengers nearby. Unless they are going to a train station or a place with a large passenger flow, no rickshaw driver is willing to travel a long distance.

The other party may be testing.

He slowed down the car and turned around and said, "Sir, I don't know how far it is from your house. If it's too far, you can take a bus. Otherwise, I'll have to make an empty trip when I come back. Please forgive me."

What Wu Chunyang said is true. For rickshaw drivers, once they run empty, they will lose money. The monthly share money and the quarterly 10 yuan donation to the government are not small amounts.

 “Then park on the side of the road, thank you for your hard work.”

The young man did not answer his question and chose to get out of the car. He took out a banknote that was far more than the fare from his wallet and handed it to Wu Chunyang. Then he got off the rickshaw with a bag of flour and disappeared into the crowd.

Wu Chunyang did not observe his whereabouts. He just lowered his head and counted the money, looking cheerful. Then he turned around and left with the rickshaw. People were coming and going on the street, and everything seemed normal.

A few minutes later.

The young man walked out of the alley, looked left and right warily, turned and walked in the direction he came from. When he reached an intersection, he waved and a rickshaw stopped.

 “Where are you going, sir?”

 “Zhongzheng Street Station.”

 “You get in the car.”

The rickshaw drove towards the Zhonghuamen Station at an leisurely pace. There were more and more rickshaws and pedestrians carrying luggage along the way, making it very lively.

Because Zhongzheng Road Station is not only the station for small trains in Jinling City, but also the departure station for long-distance buses, it is a very busy hub.

 When we arrived near Zhongzheng Road, passengers getting off the bus and driving onto the road, together with vendors setting up stalls, made the scene chaotic as adults made their children cry.

"Jingle Bell."

However, the coachman was already used to this. He kept ringing his bell, shuttled through the crowd with familiarity, and stopped smoothly near the station.

 “Sir is here.”

 “Give you money.”

The young man hurriedly walked into the station without waiting for the driver to change his money. He quickly disappeared among the crowd, but a few seemingly leisurely passengers surrounded the crowd from all directions.

One of them whispered to another older person: "Lao Gu, you don't need to follow anyone, just keep an eye on the train. You go to the front carriage and I'll go to the rear. Be careful of the other party making fake moves."

"good."

It was Zuo Zhong and Gu Qi who spoke. After receiving the information about the appearance of suspected Manchurian agents, the two rushed over as quickly as possible to see who these puppet Manchukuo agents were.

After receiving Gucci's reply, Zuo Zhong quickly walked away on one side, lowered his head slightly to avoid eye contact with others, and walked quickly through the crowded crowd towards the rear of the train.

Gucci also carried a half-worn briefcase and walked happily along the platform. He happened to pass by the suspicious young man. He walked around him calmly and stepped into the carriage.

The young man did not enter the car, but stood near the door, looking anxiously in the direction of the station entrance, as if waiting for someone, but he didn't see anyone joining him until the whistle sounded.

At this moment, Gucci found a seat near the platform and sat down. He unfolded a newspaper in front of his face and observed the other person's actions with his peripheral vision. Seeing this man's kindness, he smiled coldly in his heart.

As expected, the section chief was right. This guy tried to mislead possible followers with fake actions, but Jinling City was not Shanghai. There was only one urban train route, so he had to get on the train anyway.

 So even if he doesn't get on this bus, there will still be a follower on the next bus and the next one after that. It seems that the other party's professional level is very ordinary, the anti-tracking methods are rigid, and he doesn't know how to use skills flexibly.

If Gucci were him, he would rather take buses and rickshaws than choose trains, a form of transportation with fixed lines and stops. Fixed means that the trajectory is easy to predict.

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The last whistle sounded at the front of the train, and the conductor was about to close the door. The young man jumped on the train at the last second, with an annoyed look on his face, and he didn't know who he was showing to.

 Gu Qi flipped through the newspaper without even looking at the opponent. Through the investigation just now, he knew that the opponent was just a raw melon egg. He had not encountered an opponent of this level for many years.

 Let alone spies and underground parties, even the intelligence personnel of local warlords are more professional than this person. If the Japanese want to rely on this group of people to cause destruction, do they have some misunderstanding about the strength of the Secret Service?     "Kucha, Kucha."

The train swayed on the track, passing through residential houses and high-rise buildings. The speed was not very fast. After all, it was an antique from decades ago, and even the rails were laid during the previous dynasty.

This railway starts from Xiaguan, enters Jinling City through Jinchuan Gate, passes through Sanpailou, Dingjiaqiao, Wuliang'an, crosses the Pearl River, then turns south, along the east wall of the National Government, and ends at Zhongzheng Street.

There are 7 stations along the route: Jiangkou, Xiaguan, Sanpailou, Dingjiaqiao, Wuliang'an, National Government, and Zhongzheng Street. It passes through most urban areas in Jinling and is the first choice for many Jinling people to travel.

At the second stop, the National Government Station, a group of passengers rushed up before the train stopped. Gu Qi lost his surveillance vision, but he was not in a hurry, nor did he look around.

 “Please give way, I want to get off the car.”

He chose to get up and leave directly, squeezed into the crowd naturally, shouted to borrow, took the opportunity to glance at the car for a second, and quickly found his target.

 There was no cross-dressing or getting out of the car.

Gu Qi made a decision in his heart, and squeezed out of the carriage with difficulty, just in time to see Zuo Zhong walking from the rear carriage. The two made eye contact, then Gu Qi left, and Zuo Zhong got into the carriage.

 The two took over in a tacit understanding.

After entering the car, Zuo Zhong did not go inside. Instead, he stood at the car door and stared blankly out of the car window. With his messy hair, he looked like a worker who had just gotten off work.

There are many people like this on the train. There are some small factories near the National Government. The workers are well paid and can ride on small trains. Most of them live in the suburbs. He blends in without being conspicuous at all.

At the same time, the structure of the small train is different from that of later subways. It uses old-fashioned train carriages. Each carriage is not connected and has only one entrance and exit. The environment is easier to control.

 “The train is about to start.”

 “Dang Dang Dang.”

Different from Zhongzheng Street, the train departure signal at the National Government Station does not use a whistle, but a sound iron with a loud voice, perhaps because it is afraid of disturbing the officials working in the National Government.

The ringing iron only struck once, and the small train left quickly, dragging away the thick smoke. Zuo Zhong saw a few passengers who had not had time to get on the train jumping around anxiously, in order not to disturb the officers.



Zuo Zhong cursed a few words and used the reflection of the glass on the car door to search behind him. It didn't take much effort to find the target. The suspect was standing there looking at the National Government compound passing by outside the window.

 After confirming the opponent's position, he immediately turned around and stopped observing. The distance between the two was too close, and long-term observation may arouse the target's alertness. Things like the sixth sense are sometimes difficult to explain.

 It’s just that this person is somewhat amateur. Even if the target is really those insects in the National Government, there is no need to stare at them when they pass by, as if they are afraid that others will not know their intentions.

Leaving the main city area, the train went a little faster and passed Wuliang'an and Dingjiaqiao stations one after another. Zuozhong leaned against the door and pretended to be sleepy, lowering his head to observe the feet of the passengers getting off the train.

Even though he only met once, the other person's pair of shiny leather shoes still left a deep impression on him. He didn't even need to look at the face, he could tell whether the target had gotten off the car just by looking at the shoes.

However, Zuo Zhong didn’t see the pair of leather shoes until the train left Dingjiaqiao. After that, only Sanpailou, Xiaguan and Jiangkou stations were left. Among them, Xiaguan and Jiangkou were both located outside Jinling City.

 The other party should get off at the next stop.

Zuo Zhong instantly made a judgment. Although living outside the city was safe, it was not conducive to action gathering and intelligence transmission. If he had to choose, the area near the Sanpailou would be a suitable place to lurk and hide.

 Sanpailou is located in the northwest of Jinling. It houses important institutions such as the British, American and French Consulates, the Ministry of Railways, the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of Navy. There are many hills in the west. Not far from the hills are the city wall and the Yangtze River.

This place is very convenient for obtaining intelligence and carrying out sabotage. If you encounter danger, you can easily escape by running into the mountains and forests. This should be the hiding place chosen by the Japanese.

Given the target's amateur performance, if he were allowed to choose his own residence, he could live directly next to the National Government. This is a spy strictly trained by the Japanese, and something always feels wrong.

Is the other party’s mission really to destroy?

Zuo Zhong thought for a while and raised his head, stretched sleepily and straightened his clothes. The distance between Dingjiaqiao and the Third Archway was very close, and the train had begun to slow down and prepare to enter the station.

There were a lot of people getting off at this station. The passengers got up and walked to the door. You pushed me and pushed Zuo Zhong to the front. Zuo Zhong held the door while turning around and glaring at the passengers who pushed him.

 “MD, get away.”

　　After more than a year of exercise, his body is quite strong, and with his vicious eyes, he still feels a bit oppressive. Several passengers took a few steps back silently, and there was a target in them.

Zuo Zhong snorted, just as the conductor opened the door, he walked out first and walked out of the station without stopping. The young man breathed a sigh of relief and secretly wiped the cold sweat on his head.

Everyone, please keep warm

 (End of this chapter)