He Yijun was shocked, but on the surface he pretended to be ignorant. Listening to Sima Linglong explaining psychological control skills to herself and others, the water on the coffee table did not move at all.

Now she can be sure that her goal is to be a professional intelligence officer. It is best not to touch anything on the other party's territory.

But the more you fear, the more you will be. After Sima Linglong taught her experience, she saw that He Yijun did not drink water, and immediately said with concern.

"Ms. Shao, is this Ceylon black tea not suitable for your taste? It doesn't matter. I'll ask the new servant to pour a new cup for you and keep you satisfied."

Just when He Yijun was in a dilemma, Sima Linglong clapped and called a dark-skinned maid and casually reported the name of the tea drink - "Lacha".

This is a local Malayan milk tea. It has just appeared in recent years. It has a sweet and mellow taste and is very popular among Malayan Chinese women.

Before she finished speaking, the maid calmly took out two teapots and performed in front of everyone. Her movements were skillful, and soon a cup of foam-filled tea was delivered to He Yijun's hand.

Looking at the fragrant tea, He Yijun was shocked. Even such a remote drink can be made, and the Jinlan Club was well prepared.

Before she could think too much, she picked up the teacup and took a sip. After drinking, she raised the cup to Sima Linglong, indicating that it was a good idea.

Sima Linglong picked up a cigarette, lit the cigarette butts with a match, pointed at the maid's red lips and moved slightly, and there was an indescribable charm in her hoarse voice.

"It's good if Miss Shao is satisfied. Since I heard Miss Kong tell you about you, I have sent someone to go to Malaya to find this waitress who is proficient in many Malay dishes and snacks.

She has worked in the kitchen of the British Governor's House for many years and has good skills. If you miss the taste of your hometown in the future, say hello to her, please say hello to you."

The maid immediately bent down and asked He Yijun in the native Malayan language, with a very respectful attitude.

He Yijun also responded in Malayan, with accent that was unique to the Chinese in Southeast Asia, and the accent was different from the locals when they heard it.

While the two were talking, Sima Linglong spit out a faint mouthful of smoke and leaned lazily against Xiang Fang's ear and said.

"I heard that Miss Xiang recently met an anti-Japanese hero. How about it? When will she bring it out to show us?"

Zhong Xiao and the others also looked at Xiang Fang curiously, while He Yijun and the Malayan "members" were close to each other, but their ears were always listening to the movements here.

Xiang Fang's face turned red and she told her about "Zhang Xiuping". For some reason, she did not even hide the fact that Xiang's father asked someone to investigate "Zhang Xiuping".

When Sima Linglong learned that Xiang's father had already checked the anti-Japanese hero who suddenly appeared, he covered his mouth and chuckled, making fun of him.

"Look, otherwise, if this parent is so heartless, thanks to Captain Zhang's clear-headedness and no bad thoughts, otherwise there would be trouble.

Mr. Xiang was also a huge figure in the world back then. He had hundreds of strong boatmen and salt workers under him, and the ones he was most afraid of were those with ulterior motives."

After talking to the maid, He Yijun always felt that Sima Linglong had something in her words, as if she was hitting herself, so she smiled and said nothing.

At this time, Sima Linglong looked at the watch and raised her head: "Ms. Shao, I'm sorry, Miss Zhong and I still have some kind words to say, why don't you go back first?"

He Yijun understood what the other party meant, immediately stood up and said politely, walked out of the Jinlan Club gate and got into the car with the maid.

After saying something to the driver, she leaned against the back seat and closed her eyes. The vehicle drove on the bumpy road for a few minutes. A familiar male voice came from the driver's seat in front.

"Have you eaten inside? There is a paper bag under the seat, which immediately induces vomiting."

Zuo Chong wore a baseball cap and whispered a reminder while controlling the car, his eyes swept over He Yijun in the rearview mirror from time to time.

He Yijun received the order to roll down the car window, pull up the curtains of the car window, lowered his head and took out the kraft paper bag, and put his fingers into his mouth.

Listening to the continuous vomiting, Left Heavy turned into a straight road, stepped on the accelerator under his feet and accelerated the speed, leaving all the odor and possible followers behind him.

After driving for two more minutes, he made sure there was no stalking behind him, and he turned again and drove into an alley where a van was parked.

"get off."

As soon as the car stopped, Zuo Chong gave the action order. He Yijun pushed open the door with a paper bag and ran quickly towards the truck.

Immediately afterwards, a female spy with a costume and hairstyle similar to her took her seat, and the next moment the car started again.

After glanced at the dark alley, Zuo Chong turned around and drove away, continuing to drive towards "Shao Ying"'s residence. The surrounding spies also ended the alert.

At the same time, He Yijun, who walked into the carriage, took off her coat and lay in a bathtub filled with ice water. A female doctor inserted a needle connected to normal saline into her vein.

Ice water can quickly drop body temperature and slow down blood circulation, thereby reducing the body's absorption efficiency of drugs.

Normal saline can dilute the content of medicines in the blood and help her replenish her physical strength. Otherwise, it will be difficult for normal people to stay awake at such a low temperature.

He Yijun in the water opened her eyes, her lips were frozen blue, and the chills penetrated her bone marrow, and a bunch of bubbles emerged from her teeth and floated onto the water surface.

On the other side of the carriage, two technicians are taking samples of the vomit and preparing to send it to Renxin Hospital for further testing to determine whether it contains drugs and types of drugs.

This is not a big deal. In the Republic of China, which lacks withdrawal drugs, once you become addicted to medicine, there will only be one result, that is, whether you are human or not.

Fortunately, after the sample was sent to the hospital, the technicians did not find any drug ingredients in He Yijun's vomit and blood.

Five hours later, He Yijun, wrapped in a wool blanket, sat in Zuozhong's office, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, and recounted the investigation process and gains.

"This is probably the case. Sima Linglong may be using young female members such as Zhong Xiao and Xiang Fang to develop moles by teaching them psychological control techniques.

This method is very concealed and effective. People who have not received special training or have weak will have no room for resistance in the face of psychological control."

Zuo Chong naturally knew the harm of "psychological control technology". He couldn't help but admire Sima Linglong and the people behind him who actually used the means of catching women to get information. It was really hurtful.

You are not afraid of bad people fighting, but you are afraid of bad people being educated. This is indeed true.

In the field of intelligence, psychological control has more development prospects than the old bribery and coercion, and can unconsciously let the target fall into a trap, just like Bian Jichao.

That kid still doesn't believe that Zhong Xiao, who is "gentle and kind", is a spy. There is a saying, yes, you can never wake up someone who pretends to be asleep.

If someone hadn't been urging him tightly, Zuo Chong really wanted Gui Youguang to use the CPU (know it) to compete with Xiang Fang to see who is better.

Damn, the magic is right.

Zuo Chong sighed for a while, then asked He Yijun: "Can you be sure what method Sima Linglong used to make Zhong Xiao and others obey the order?"

Zhong Xiao and Xiang Fang's family are well-off, and it is difficult for them to voluntarily use money and power to instigate Mole, unless Jin Lan will take medicine control to go offline like the East Asian club.

This is also why Zuo Zhong arranged ice water and infusion as soon as He Yijun came out of Jinlan, but the detection ruled out this possibility.

This shows that Sima Linglong must have other ways to control his subordinates, and figuring this point is the focus of the next investigation.

He Yijun shook his head, constantly recalling what Sima Linglong said in her mind. Suddenly she grabbed a trace of inspiration and spoke slowly.

"Second post, since Jin Lan can develop moles by psychological control, will she use the same method to control Zhong Xiao and the others, such as..."

"etc."

Zuo Chong interrupted He Yijun with a remark, then took out the action log of Gui Youguang and Xiang Fang meeting on Datong Street and carefully checked it. He slapped the table with the last slap, so that's it!

The cunning dog thing actually used this trick to develop the female mole. He picked up the phone on the table, answered it and told the other side.

"Call Director Wu to come back to see me."

Putting down the microphone, Zuo Chong asked He Yijun to return to the safe house from the secret passage and continue to play "Shao Ying". The fake identity of this Malayan overseas Chinese has value and cannot be exposed for the time being.

However, it won't take long for the other party to recover his identity, provided that his guess is correct, the mysterious veil covering Sima Linglong and Jin Lanhui's heads has been lifted, and it's almost confirmed now.

Wu Chunyang, who was surveillance near Zhong Xiao’s house, received a notice and returned to Luojiawan without stopping, and left again after a secret conversation with Zuo Chong.

The next morning, Xiang Fang received a call from "Zhang Xiuping", and "Zhang Xiuping" made an appointment to meet him, and said that there was an important matter to discuss with her.

Xiang Fang, who was confused, wrote down the meeting address and time. Before he could say hello to his parents, he hurried out and called a slider to go to the appointment.

Sitting on the slide rod for a while, Xiang Fang found that the street was full of policemen and plainclothes spies, and male passers-by were stopped to investigate from time to time.

When she saw the spy pushing a pedestrian into the prison cart without saying a word, her fingers and knuckles that were holding Kun Bao turned slightly white. After she returned to calm, she looked ahead and no longer looked at both sides of the street.

After several rounds of inspection along the way, the slide rod finally stopped at the entrance of the park. Xiang Fang handed one of the sedan chairmen a few bills of legal coins, got out of the sedan chair and walked in.

It was approaching the cold winter, and the strong wind swept the fallen leaves in the garden on the trail, and when they stepped on it, it made a crackling sound. Another gust of wind blew, and the leaves that had fallen on the ground danced in the air.

In a bleak state, Xiang Fang appeared in the remote pavilion in the park. She kept paced back and forth and looked down at her watch, her face full of anxiety.

Finally, less than half a minute before the agreed meeting, a tall figure walked out from the woods in the distance, which was "Zhang Xiuping" that Xiang Fang had been waiting for for a long time.
Chapter completed!