"What, the Japanese deputy consul general in Jinling is missing? Lao Bai, what did you do? Didn't you ask you to closely monitor the Japanese? Why did you lose the person? This is such a big deal."

Zuo Zhong received a call from Bai Wenzhi at his residence in Bingdi. On the phone, Bai Wenzhi was agitated and spoke incoherently. He was obviously frightened by the news and came specifically to ask Zuo Zhong for help.

"Chief Zuo, my people only noticed the Japanese minister and attachés. Who knew something would happen to the officials of the Jinling Consulate General? They have been in Jinling City for so many years and have never had anything happen to them before.

There must be something wrong here. These little Japanese are more familiar with Jinling than me. How could they disappear? I think the deputy consul general named Miyamoto Hideaki is probably hiding secretly by himself."

Bai Wenzhi hurriedly explained that what he said made sense. What Japanese diplomats in Jinling love to do most is to wander around the streets and alleys with cameras. Their purpose is self-evident.

But neither the Secret Service nor the Jinling Police Department can do anything to deal with them. As the saying goes, the two countries are at war with each other, and they can only watch the other side steal Jinling's geographical information.

No one would believe that such a person could be lost in Jinling, so the disappearance is unlikely. Either the Japanese directed and performed it, or the consul was kidnapped.

Zuo Zhong listened to the phone call and raised his hand to stop Wu Chunyang who wanted to speak next to him. He agreed with Bai Wenzhi's views on this incident, but it was useless to agree. He could not be blamed for Bai Wenzhi.

He regretfully said: "I believe what you said, but the Japanese don't think so. What you have to do now is to send people to find Hideaki Miyamoto. Only by finding him can you escape the blame.

As for our Secret Service, you know that we are affiliated with the Military Commission and are not allowed to act without authorization from the top. I will let someone tell you that this is a violation of discipline."

Bai asked anxiously: "It's obvious that the Jinling Police Department is cooperating with your actions, so why can't you act without permission? Section Chief Zuo, you must not ignore death. I'm begging you, brother."

Zuo Zhong snorted coldly: "It's free to ask, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. Do you have an official letter? From the beginning to the end, it was your police department who acted, and it has nothing to do with my secret service."

As I said just now, I am informing you out of friendship. Zuo couldn’t bear to see you being brought down by the Japanese just after you took up the position of director. What’s wrong, I care about you and I care about you the wrong way?”

Bai Wenzhi was speechless. The one who called Gu Qi over at that time indeed only reported some information and did not mention the cooperation between the two parties. In order to gain credit, he did not remind the other party of this.

Now it seems that he has fallen into Zuo's trick again. He may have known that the Japanese were difficult to deal with, so he deliberately used himself as a shield. It is a shame that he was so stupid and fell into the trap.

Keren was under the eaves, and Bai Wenzhi begged: "Chief Zuo, for the sake of our friendship, please save me. All the local specialties have been given away during this period, and I promise to give them to you as soon as possible..."

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"Hey, hey, hey? What are you talking about? The line is disconnected. I'll hang up first." Zuo Zhong hung up the phone decisively, thinking that Lao Bai had also learned how to play recording. I was not fooled.

Bai Wen angrily smashed the recorder to the ground and shouted at his men: "Are you all fools? Why don't you send people to search quickly? I tell you, if I die, you won't survive!"

A room full of senior police officers knew that the director was really angry, and they immediately dispersed. As for whether they went to look for Hideaki Miyamoto, that was not known. Anyway, if the sky fell, there would be a tall man to hold it up.

Besides, Zuo Zhong hung up the phone and immediately asked Wu Chunyang: "How is it? Have you withdrawn? You can't get involved in this matter. Even if you want to investigate, you have to investigate quietly. Is there any news from Caobang?"

Wu Chunyanghui reported: "After receiving the news of Hideaki Miyamoto's disappearance, Deputy Section Chief Gu immediately withdrew the cook and asked Ma Tianchang from the Cao Gang to help find someone, but so far there has been no response."

The Cao Gang still has a way of finding people. If there is no news now, it is good news. If something happens to the missing Miyamoto Hideaki, for example, he is beaten by someone, the Cao Gang will get the information earlier than the police station.

Zuo Zhong judged that this was a Japanese conspiracy, but if Miyamoto was really in trouble, this possibility had to be considered. The first thing to determine was the movement track of the other party before he disappeared.

He walked to the door and put on his coat, and asked: "Do we have the personal information of Hideaki Miyamoto, where he disappeared, and when he disappeared?"

"After the incident, the Jinling Police Department asked the Japanese Consulate about Miyamoto's disappearance, his personality, hobbies, body shape, appearance, clothing, etc., and requested recent photos of him."

Wu Chunyang said while holding a folder to report: "Miyamoto Hideaki, graduated from Tokyo Imperial University, native of Nara, 42 years old, served as secretary of the Consulate in Harbin in the 17th year of the Republic of China.

In the 20th year of the Republic of China, he served as secretary of the Consulate General in Changchun. In the Wanbaoshan case, he assisted Tashiro, the then Japanese consul in Changchun, to make unreasonable negotiations with my country. The incident fell into silence.

In the 22nd year of the Republic of China, he was transferred to the Consulate General in Jinling as deputy consul general. He is usually unknown. At home, his wife Lizi, a son, and two daughters live in Yinyang Camp."

Zuo Zhong frowned and said: "Yin Yang Camp? The Japanese Consulate General is nearby. The military and police protection in this area has always been very tight, and it is located in a busy city. He will never disappear near Yin Yang Camp."

Wu Chunyang nodded: "Yes, Miyamoto was originally going to Jinling Railway Station at eight o'clock tonight to see Envoy Ji Ming off to Shanghai. Because the car at the consulate was already full, he left the consulate on foot. There was no other situation.

Three or four hours later, he did not return home or return to the museum, and the people who went to Jinling Railway Station to see him off did not see Miyamoto, so they concluded that he had disappeared and reported the case to the Jinling Police Department."

"joke."

Zuo Zhong sneered: "Chunyang, when have you ever seen the Japanese call the police? These bastards don't have three hundred taels of silver here, just like what they did in Northeast and North China.

Moreover, the dignified vice-consul actually chose to walk because there were no cars and the crowds were crowded. Is the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs already so poor? This looks like a well-planned conspiracy.

The train station is densely covered by military police, and it is even more impossible for Miyamoto to disappear there. It seems that only on his way to the train station, he voluntarily or involuntarily cut off contact with the outside world. Go and investigate."

Wu Chunyang thought about it and it was indeed true. The behavior of the Japanese was very strange, and Hideaki Miyamoto's behavior was also very strange. Since there was no problem between the starting point and the end point, the problem must have occurred in the middle.

He put away the file: "Yes, I will send people to search along the way now and ask about rickshaws and taxis. No matter how Miyamoto disappeared, he will always take transportation to transfer."

Zuo Zhong and Wu Chunyang quickly arrived at the Secret Service from Bing location. At this time, the Secret Service was on full alert, the horse-repelling roadblock at the door was put down, and all the weapons in the hands of the guards were loaded with live ammunition.

In the courtyard, little spies were running around like headless flies. Zuo Zhong's face became increasingly ugly. It was just that a deputy consul general was missing. Why did it look like the sky was falling.

Wu Chunyang explained: "Virgin has gone to rest in the hut. The chairman of the committee personally called us. Before he left, the leader asked everyone to be on guard. No specific arrangements were made. The brothers didn't know what to do."

After listening to this, Zuo Zhong stood still and said in a deep voice: "Everyone go back and wait for orders. Who dares to run around in the yard? If I kill him, I will lose a little Japan. Have you lost your soul?"

Seeing Section Chief Zuo getting angry, the agents obediently ran to the office building. The chaotic Secret Service finally regained its calm. Several other section chiefs also rushed back from their residences and gathered together to chat.

Within a few hours, everyone in Jinling knew about this incident. Well-informed wealthy businessmen had already arrived in Hui Province. They were afraid of a big fight and would not be able to escape even if they wanted to.

The general affairs section chief made a grimace: "The store that was just closed last month has now fallen by 10%. How can this be so bad? If the Japanese really want to attack, so much capital will be wasted.

The telecommunications section chief said angrily: "Anyway, you have a lot of money. Except for Section Chief Zuo, who comes from a wealthy family and has a great business, you are the one who has made the most in these years. What are you afraid of losing?"

Hearing these two people pinching each other, several other section chiefs were watching the joke. Zuo Zhong was too lazy to pay attention to these people. He stood at the window and looked at the night outside. Suddenly, several military and police vehicles drove past the door.

Well? The army is on the streets?

Zuo Zhong had a doubt. Something was wrong. The bald man was still summoning Dai Chunfeng and other confidants. Who was mobilizing the military and police outside? Did the city defense headquarters have such great power?

He walked to the phone and called the City Defense Headquarters: "Hey, this is the Secret Service Headquarters. Who asked you to send military police to the streets? Was it the order of the Chairman or the Military Commission?"

The other section chiefs were stunned. Did the military and police take to the streets? Why didn't the Secret Service receive the order? Logically speaking, they are the best people to handle this case. What's the point of sending troops to the streets?

And when did they become members of the Secret Service Headquarters? The guy named Zuo is trying to trick people again. It seems that he needs to be careful in the future. This guy really doesn't even blink when he lies.

Just as they were thinking about it, they heard Zuo Zhong's voice change slightly: "What are you talking about? Dean Wang asked you to step up the investigation so that the truth will come to light. If there is any negligence, you will be severely punished and you will not be lenient?

Oh, we haven't received the news yet. Well, okay, if the City Defense Command needs help, the only one in the Secret Service Headquarters who obeys orders is Director Wang. Yes, yes, I am Liu Gui, the chief of the Intelligence Section."

The rest is at the end of the article

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

If we hold this biological concept of life and live according to the seasons, no one except arrogant idiots and hopeless idealists will deny that life is indeed like a poem.

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