After chatting with neighbors, Zuo Chong got some information, some of which were very valuable, such as in addition to scapegoats, why does the intelligence team need a role like Yu Xueping?

While walking towards the door, he ordered: "Get off."

There is no more value here. It is beyond Zuo Chong's expectation that so many clues can be found on the scene. It seems that even the professional intelligence personnel have their own weaknesses, and the Japanese are no exception.

The spies began to sort out their formations, and he walked towards the door first, but before getting on the bus, he stood in front of the headlight and greeted the Japanese consulate again. It should be seen.

It is indeed visible that in the Japanese consulate halfway up the hill, several men in Japanese army uniforms were taking turns to look here with a vertical telescope, clearly seeing his movements.

"Baga!"

Among the few people, Zhong Zuo, who had the highest military rank, clenched his fist and said, "Damn Chinese, you're so arrogant. When the imperial army enters this country, I must torture this bastard severely."

The others were also so angry that their own strongholds were searched, and they could only watch it. It was so frustrating that someone immediately asked to take people to intercept the convoy.

Although Zhongzuo was angry, his reason was still there, so he raised his hand to stop him and said, "Forget it, pass the information to the Shenyang Guandong Army. That woman is theirs. Let's see how they will deal with it."

"Hayi."

Zuo Chong didn't see this drama, but he could imagine that Xiao Qingmin lived here, part of the reason for making contact with the consulate, and the consulate also made it easy to confirm her status.

This old guy Doihara was very suspicious and had several tricks to his subordinates. I guess he would receive news of the butterfly being caught tonight, so what would he react?

As he thought about it, the convoy returned to the secret service office and slowly stopped in front of the office building. Zuo Chong got out of the car and took a look at his subordinates who were yawning Liantian, and immediately disbanded the team.

There is no point in interrogation tonight. Xiao Qingmin had already thought of a countermeasure. Continuing the interrogation was to follow her wishes and turned the interrogation into a protracted battle with back and forth. Zuo Chong wanted to decide the outcome in one battle.

On the second day, the third day, and the fourth day, Zuo Chong did not interrogate Xiao Qingmin, and Guqi touched the situation of the members of the Japanese intelligence team, and the cover identity of these people was basically clear.

Except for the three who have documents, the identities of others are very complicated, including owners who run daily miscellaneous stores, drivers who rent for rent, gangsters who run around the world, and students from certain universities in Jinling.

Guqi reported to Zuo Chonghui: "Section Chief, we seized more than 20,000 yuan in cash, dozens of weapons, five grenade launchers and special ammunition in the other party's residence and business premises."

Five grenade launchers, plus the one from Qiuju Bookstore, are six. With this firepower intensity, the bald head may be able to be sent to heaven. If accurate information is added, it may be possible to send the bald head to heaven.

Zuo Zhong imagined this situation and shivered. If the bald man really went to the West, would it be beneficial to the Sino-Japanese War? I don’t know, but who is most likely to replace him as the new leader?

The surname is Wang.

If such a person becomes the leader of the Republic of China, he will be the widow's son who died—no hope. Judging from the other party's performance in the East Asian club case, President Wang has been flirting with the Japanese for a long time.

So the purpose of the Japanese intelligence team is to kill the bald man and push him to the position? Zuo Chong sat there for a long time and looked at the watch. He felt that he could contact Xiao Qingmin and hang it for a long time.

After three or four days of calm, Xiao Qingmin should think of her situation clearly and see what story she could make up. Zuo Chong took Gu Qi and Song Minghao to the interrogation room for interrogation.

As soon as he saw Xiao Qingmin, Zuo Chong found that the other party had been with him three days ago, and he had a little more calmness and calmness, and his performance was more realistic, but he didn't have a good rest for a few days and looked a little haggard.

Zuo Chong didn't do so many foreplays this time, so he took out a curtain: "Ms. Xiao, this curtain was taken from your bedroom. See if it looks familiar. This color is not common."

The rose-red curtains were placed on the table and the rose-red cheongsam was worn on Xiao Qingmin. Although the two had a tint difference, people with normal eyes could see that this was a color.

"I bought the curtains casually, and the cloth shop was selling cheaper at that time."

"Which cloth store bought it, how much did you buy it, and when did you buy it?"

"I forgot, I can't remember what happened several years ago."

"You can play the flute?"

“Yes, I’ll blow on weekends.”

Zuo Chong and Xiao Qingmin went back and forth, Gu Qi and Song Minghao both knew that this woman was talking nonsense, but they had no decisive evidence to prove this matter, so they could only sit here and listen to her nonsense.

After answering the question, Xiao Qingmin said sincerely: "Sir, I have cooperated with everyone who should cooperate. You should have checked it. I am an ordinary teacher, and I am really not a spy."

Zuo Chong put down the pen in his hand and looked up at her: "A normal teacher came to the interrogation room of our secret service office, but he would not recover so quickly. Let me tell the truth, you must not be able to get out.

I didn't choose torture. One is to respect your opponent, and the other is to know some things, such as what you were discussing that day, and I guess this may be related to a big shot.

So I have to let you explain it in a complete and clear manner, otherwise the secret service will not convince you just by relying on the one-sided words. After all, that person is an elder and cannot move easily."

He told his purpose and difficulties. Xiao Qingmin looked confused and seemed to know nothing about what Zuo Chong said, but her slightly opened shoulders and legs showed that she was very relaxed now.

Guqi didn't know who the big shot was. He wanted to stop him when he heard what he said, but it was too late to react. He lowered his voice and said anxiously: "Section Chief, she would definitely not speak out when she heard you say this.

"Hey, don't whisper so quietly."

Zuo Chong's voice was loud: "We are all colleagues. Some situations can be hidden from others, but they cannot be hidden from each other. Instead of wasting time around here, it is better to communicate happily."

He said this and asked Xiao Qingmin: "Right, Miss Xiao, you don't have to talk. Let me speculate on certain things, such as when you approached Zhu Jisheng in the 20th year of the Republic of China, you successfully brought him under the pomegranate skirt group.

His official position was very low, and logically speaking, there was no need to instigate the rebellion at all, but the 88th Division was very sensitive, and the chairman was in Jinling, and the periphery of the official residence was carried out by them.

For example, there was an explosion in Jinling that day, and Zhu Jisheng guessed my identity and used some method to find my residence. No, it should be the general area, otherwise you should come to the door."

Zuo Chong stared at Xiao Qingmin. He had been unable to figure out one thing. No matter how careless he and Gu Qi were on that day, they would not be followed by half-hearted men like Zhu Jisheng who had no sense of tracking.

If the Japanese only set up an ambush halfway, would there be a possibility that Zhu Jisheng did not know his specific address and only knew the approximate location, so that everything could be explained.

Hearing these words, Xiao Qingmin blinked in confusion and still didn't say anything. Gu Qi was cheered up and almost hurt Zuo Chong. He had always been resentful of being followed.

"But I just couldn't figure out how he found my location. It was not until we used the plane to catch up with Jiang Jincai that I realized that Jiang Jincai could do it without having to come forward by myself."

Zuo Chong looked at Xiao Qingmin and slapped the table and said, "For example, when asked about the checkpoints in the city, there were already martial law at that time, and there were not many cars on the street. He only had to ask where a car passed by!"

Gu Qi suddenly realized that he and Zuo Chong had indeed passed many blockade lines and checkpoints. The soldiers on duty were either the 88th Division or the 87th Division, which was easy for Zhu Jisheng to inquire about.

Combining the three conditions at night, martial law, and cars, it is not difficult to lock and track their cars, but it is also not difficult to determine the driving route from Chaotian Palace to the Secret Service.

"Miss Xiao, I guess you were surprised and happy when you received his call. What was happy was that you found my address range, and what was shocked was that Zhu Jisheng made his own decisions, which may lead to your exposure.

Or from that moment on, his destiny was already destined, the tools were useless, and what was waiting for him was either abandoned or destroyed." Zuo Chong shook his head, as if he was feeling a pity for Zhu Jisheng.

Xiao Qingmin shook his head repeatedly: "No, I don't know Zhu Jisheng, who is he? How he followed you has nothing to do with me, why does the sage from the sage? "

The rest is in the writer's words.

Flip down.

Recovered in two hours.

A person has childhood, middle age and old age. I think no one will think it is unhappy. One day there are mornings, noons, sunsets, and spring, summer, autumn, and winter. This is no better way.

There is nothing good or bad in life, only the question of "what is good in that season".

If we live with this biological concept of life and follow the seasons, no one except the arrogant ignorant and hopeless idealist will deny that life is indeed living the past like a poem.

Shakespeare once expressed this concept very clearly in the article in the seventh stage of his life, and many Chinese writers have also said similar things.

It is strange that Shakespeare has not become a religious person and has never expressed great concern for religion. I think this is what makes him great;

He regards life as life, and he does not disturb the configuration and organization of all things in the world, just as he never disturbs the characters in his drama.

Life is in various shapes. Some people have said it is like a river of spring water, and some people have said it is like a big tree. However, in Lin Yutang's writing, life is like a poem.

Everyone’s life is a story, and everyone’s life is a poem with endless charm.
Chapter completed!