Late at night, there was an intersection near Central University.

The night was pressing down like thick ink, only sparse starlight flashed faintly in the dark clouds, and the cold wind blew from the riverside, mixed with a little dampness.

In the silence, several military trucks with lights turned off were stopped on the roadside, and soldiers with live ammunition jumped out of the car. They dragged barbed wire and resisted horses to cut off the road. The noise caused by the collision between the military boots and the ground was very far away.

The sound woke up the residents around them. The residents lay beside the window and behind the door, observing the situation outside, not daring to make any noise, and not daring to reveal a little light.

Everyone is familiar with this scenario. Whenever soldiers block traffic in the past two years, it means that a large-scale search is about to begin.

As for the reason, it may be the cause of Japanese spies or the arrest of underground parties, but no matter what, some things will always be lost in residents' homes after the search is over.

So before the checkpoint was set up, the women had already covered their children's mouths and hid in the bedroom. The men also hid their belongings at home waiting for the military and police to come to the door. The young women skillfully wiped the bottom of the pot on their faces.

This is very similar to the experience of the people in the enemy-occupied area, except that in the enemy-occupied area, the Japanese were throwing pots and stuff, but here they were replaced by the Guojun and the police.

A few minutes passed, and the sound of smashing the door and shouting came as promised. Police officers in black skin broke into a house and interrogated the people inside.

"Name?"

"age?"

"How many people are there in the family?"

"Everyone comes out and stands."

In each household, police officers held household registration books and flashlights, raising the same questions to the owner. During this period, the sound of pots and pans and the crying of women and children sounded from time to time in the house.

Guqi and Wu Jingzhong stood on the street. The two frowned as they heard the sounds one after another, but they didn't say much, and they had no intention of stopping the police.

After all, Bai Wenzhi's subordinates are like this. If the discipline suddenly improves, it will arouse the enemy's suspicion, and this will only make people suffer.

The search continued, and occasionally someone was tied up with his hands behind his back and pushed out of the door. This was a suspicious person whose information did not match the household registration book. These people would be taken back to the nearby police station for further screening.

Wu Jingzhong handed Gu Qi a cigarette, turned on a lighter and asked, "Deputy Director, tell me if we will encounter an underground party?"

Guqi held a cigarette in his mouth, blocking the fire and the whistling cold wind with his right hand, swept his eyes over the suspicious person squatting on the ground, and shook his head gently.

"The possibility is not high. The underground party is much more cautious than the Japanese spies. However, if you hit a rabbit, you might encounter one or two careless aliens."

What the two of them didn't know was that their immediate boss Zuo Chong was checking Lao K's telegram at this time. Lao K said that after receiving the warning, the underground intelligence personnel in Shancheng had entered a dormant state.

Time passed slowly, and the place where the No. 3 suspect was still not found. Wu Jingzhong was pacing on the roadside anxiously, while Gu Qi was smoking cigarettes one by one.

There is only one chance. Once the suspect No. 3 detects the danger and evacuates directly from the mountain city, it will be difficult for the Military Control Commission to catch the other party.

Suddenly, a small spy who was dressed up as a police officer hurriedly ran to Guqi and Wu Jingzhong and saluted: "Report, I found a suspicious person. This guy tried to escape, but was held down by our people."

"Lead the way forward." Guqi threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it and quickly left the place.

The little spy led Gu Qi and Wu Jingzhong to a dilapidated house. Several soldiers had already pressed one to the ground. The man was thin and his face was covered with mud.

"Raise your head!" Wu Jingzhong said coldly.

The other party seemed to have not heard it, turned his head to the other side, and a ruthlessness appeared in his eyes. The little spy kicked him on the spot.

Wu Jingzhong waved his hand and asked the spy to get out of the way, grabbed the man's hair and looked at the other person's appearance carefully, stood up and said to Guqi, "Deputy Director, it's not the person we are looking for."

"Well, take it back for strict interrogation, he must have a major case."

Guqi also lost interest in cross-examination. A real spy would not be so impulsive. This person is most likely a person who committed a major case. Just ask what case he committed and died. The size of the person is also a contribution.

At the same time.

In a residential area hundreds of meters away from Guqi and the others, several police officers knocked on the gate of a yard. Gui Youguang, who was temporarily arrested, followed them, and Yu Guang kept scanning the surroundings.

A woman's voice soon sounded in the yard. Soon the gate opened and the police rushed in. Gui Youguang stood by the door, reached out to block his mouth and yawned.

With the help of the faint moonlight, he quickly looked at the yard, listened to the conversation between the police officer and the woman, and silently raised his vigilance in his heart.

The household registration book shows that the head of this household is a male, but why is the woman who opens the door?

Gui Youguang leaned lazily on the door frame, his right hand pressed against his waist, ready to catch the enemy's fire at any time. He is now at the position where he is able to attack and retreat and defend. He can hide behind the wall with a roll.

As for these police officers, let’s ask for more blessings. Anyway, the pension is not issued by the Military Control Commission.

According to the pre-developed process, the police inspected whether there were suspicious items in the house, counted the number of people again, and found that one person was missing, so they immediately asked the woman where the other party was.

The woman trembled and replied that the owner of the household was working at the dock and provided the name and address of the dock. The police officer recorded these records and turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait, did the residents next door go out today?" Gui Youguang asked a question at this time.

He asked this question because they were asking questions and searching each other, but there was no movement next door, which was a bit abnormal.

The woman was stunned for a moment and said blankly: "I don't know, I haven't seen Mr. Zhao for several days."

Gui Youguang took the household registration book from the police officer and saw that there was only one resident registered next door, named Zhao Dayang, from Jinling, and his profession is a businessman. He is in his forties.

The person's age and height are close to the suspect No. 3. The dim flashlight shines on the file. The photo in the upper right corner of the file is also somewhat similar to the suspect No. 3, especially between the eyebrows and eyes.

Although it is only a bit similar, considering that the suspect cannot ignore the disguise when he goes to Central University and Yuan’s house, the suspicion of this person named Zhao Dayang has suddenly increased, and at least it is worthy of attention.

He threw the household registration book back with his backhand, Gui Youguang pulled out his gun, winked at the police officer leading the team, and signaled the other party to knock on the door.

The police officer cursed Spy Gou in his heart, but he didn't dare to object, so he had to bite the bullet and walk to the door next to the yard, raise his hand and gently knock on the door without padlocks.

"Tap me hard, what you usually do, what you will do." Gui Youguang waved his pistol and his eyes were stern.

Facing the gun, the policeman cried and slapped the door panel with his hand. After a few thuds, there was still no response in the yard.

Without Gui Youguang's reminder, the vigilant spies around quickly surrounded the yard. Six elite troops equipped with Thomson's submachine guns were divided into two teams, standing in a row beside the walls on both sides of the gate, and just waited for a command to break in.

A few minutes later, the police almost smashed the door panel, but Zhao Dayang still did not appear. Gui Youguang completely lost his patience and made an attacking gesture from his opponent.

Since the door is not locked, it means that there are either people in the house or the enemy is deliberately confusing the situation. At present, it seems that the latter is more likely.

After receiving the order, two spies affiliated with the special operations team threw the submachine gun with a belt behind him, and a run-up jumped onto the low wall and flexibly flipped in.

After landing, one of them faced the building alert in the courtyard with a gun, and the other fumbled to the gate, and carefully fumbled around the gate and the ground in the darkness, looking for possible thunders or traps.

Until it was confirmed that there was no danger, the second person gently pulled the door bolt and turned around and cooperated with the first person to control the door and window of the building in the courtyard.

Gui Youguang pushed away the police officer who was in trouble and led the team into the yard. The yard was not large in size, with only three bungalows connected together and a small vegetable garden.

The spy who came in with him automatically dispersed to the vital position and raised his gun to guard him in case someone rushed out of the house, even if this possibility was not high.

Looking at the black room, Gui Youguang issued two orders again: "Check the scene and send someone to notify Deputy Director Gu and Deputy Director Wu."

Immediately, a small spy ran toward the door, and the rest picked up flashlights, probes and other tools to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the interior of the bungalow and the ground of the vegetable garden.

In the bungalow, the spies found no one or suspicious items except for finding a basement population. A thick layer of gray was accumulated on the tables and chairs in the house, which seemed to have been vacant for a long time.

After a while, Gu Qi and Wu Jingzhong arrived after receiving the news. The two of them were about to exchange information with Gui Youguang when they heard someone shouting that they found something abnormal.

The three of them followed the sound to the vegetable garden. The little spy who was shouting pointed at a piece of red rapeseed report: "Deputy Director, two directors, the soil here has traces of turning."

Gu Qi's heart sank. Zhao Dayang, who was suspected to be the suspect No. 3, had no locked door but no one was in the courtyard, and the missing Yuan Chuyu, who was flipped in the vegetable garden. These clues together were not a good sign. He spat out a word coldly.

"dig!"

"yes."

The little spies brought shovels and hoes to dig. The vigorous red rapeseed was shoveled aside. Guqi sighed slightly as he smelled the increasingly strong stinky smell of corpse in the air.

When they were dug half a meter from the surface, the small spies put down their iron tools and gently pushed away the soil with their hands. After a moment, a corpse appeared in front of everyone.

Wu Jingzhong covered his nose with one hand and lit the flashlight with the other hand to show the deceased's face. Under the light was a pale young face. The other party was Yuan Chuyu, who had been missing for several days. Yuan's father and mother could not wait for their son to go home.

The corpse in the mud pit was lying on its slump, with ropes tied to its hands and feet, and its joints were severely twisted. It was a cloth stick in its mouth, its face was ferocious, and its eyes were wide open and its eyes were open.

A great young man died just like this, and died so silently and miserably.

Gui Youguang put on gloves and touched the body, looked up and said to Guqi: "There are no obvious scars on the surface and bones. The specific cause of death requires an autopsy."
Chapter completed!