Zuo Zhong did not panic. Since the municipal phone could not be connected, he would try the dedicated line. There was only one phone that the Secret Service could contact Qilu, which was in the office of cheap teacher Dai Chunfeng.

However, there were many secrets in Dai Chunfeng's office. If he entered without permission, he might arouse Lao Dai's suspicion. He looked at the section chiefs who were anxious like ants on a hot pot and suddenly had an idea.

Zuo Zhong clapped his hands, attracting the attention of several people: "Zuo needs to use the dedicated phone number to contact Qilu immediately. I also ask you all to come with me. We will also have witnesses by then."

"good."

"no problem."

Several section chiefs readily agreed. They could do this, but only Zuo Zhong could do it. After all, they were teachers, students, and fellow villagers, and they had a very close relationship, unlike simple subordinates like them.

Everyone hurried to Dai Chunfeng's office. Li Wei followed Lao Dai to Qilu. No one had a key. The situation was urgent. Zuo Zhong couldn't care about anything else and signaled the deputy chief of operations to open the door.

The Deputy Chief of Operations was the lowest-ranking person among them, so he could only force himself to open the office with his shoulder. Zuo Zhong walked in first and picked up the black phone on the table. Fortunately, there was an electric sound from the phone.

This meant that nothing happened in Qilu's telephone room. Sure enough, a voice rang out not long after, asking Zuo Zhong what his purpose was. Zuo Zhong didn't say much, only that he was looking for Director Dai.

The person on the phone asked Zuo Zhong to wait, and then there was no movement. Zuo Zhong frowned and could only be patient. Just when he was anxious, Dai Chunfeng's voice finally came from the phone.

"Hello?"

"Teacher, this is Zuo Zhong. I am currently in your office with other section chiefs. I have something important to report. The phone cannot be connected. I can only use the dedicated phone line. Please forgive me, teacher."

"Oh? What's going on? Can't you wait until I get back home to talk about it?"

Dai Chunfeng's voice sounded a bit careless and tired. After all, he was quite old. Being taken to Qilu in the middle of the night, he would definitely be a little depressed.

Zuo Zhong spoke in a deep voice about Dean Wang's mobilization of military police, and vaguely reminded Dai Chunfeng whether someone wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to do something.

"What, what did the city defense headquarters say? These bastards are so brave. What are they going to do? Just wait in front of the phone and don't go away."

Dai Chunfeng's voice suddenly became sharp, and he left in a hurry after leaving these words. The sound of footsteps could be heard clearly, and it seemed that he was also anxious.

Five minutes later, Dai Chunfeng's voice appeared again, but his tone was much calmer, and he asked Zuo Zhong and others to wait for him in the office. The matter of the military and police taking to the streets was resolved, and it was just a misunderstanding.

Is it really a misunderstanding? Mobilizing troops is the most sensitive matter in any era, let alone in Jinling. But since Dai Chunfeng said it was a misunderstanding, it means that the situation has been brought under control.

Zuo Zhong reported the situation, and several frightened section chiefs breathed a sigh of relief. If there were major changes in the power structure of the party-state, they, the confidants of the former government, would have no chance of escaping unscathed.

At the same time, everyone hated Dean Wang. Why don't you just stay at home and read a book? If you have to do something misleading, if something happens today, he will be a sinner forever.

An hour later, everyone who was drowsy finally waited for Dai Chunfeng. Dai Chunfeng's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. As soon as he entered the office, he reported several things with a serious expression.

"According to the leader's advice, in order to find Miyamoto Hideaki as soon as possible, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Urban Defense Command and the Jinling Police Department each sent one person to gather every afternoon to exchange information and improve the search plan.

In addition to placing huge advertisements in various newspapers offering a reward of 10,000 yuan, the Jinling military police were mobilized. First, several mobile teams were organized to search the city and suburbs, and investigate all suspicious locations one by one.

Second, conduct a general household registration inspection; third, strengthen the search by plainclothes teams; fourth, organize strong men from nearby counties and towns to search within the jurisdiction; fifth, send personnel to Suxi and Zhenjiang Feng for inspection."

Ho.

If all Jinling military police are dispatched, wouldn't it mean that tens of thousands of people will be mobilized? The Japanese will lose one person, and the unlucky ones will be the Chinese. Not to mention how much manpower and material resources are wasted, simply disturbing the people is unavoidable.

With the bald head so mobilized, things might not be simple. Zuo Zhong looked at Lao Dai and said nothing. It wasn't until the brief meeting was over and Dai Chunfeng left him behind that he asked the questions in his mind.

"Teacher, is there any action from Japan?"

"The Japanese will not miss this opportunity." After Dai Chunfeng finished speaking, he lay down on the sofa with his eyes closed tightly: "A storm is coming, the wind is filling the building. According to the information from Shanghai Station, the Japanese military police have already set off."

Zuo Zhong was shocked. The Japanese military police set out to Jinling? Immediately, his face became as ugly as Dai Chunfeng. What a shame it was for a capital of a country to allow other countries' military police to come and go freely.

Semi-colonial and semi-feudal country, this is a paragraph in history textbooks, but in reality it means that it is at the mercy of others, with warships running rampant in the Yangtze River, concessions set up everywhere, and a devastated country.

He said in a low voice: "The students have arranged for department personnel to conduct inspections between the Japanese consulate and the train station. Caobang has also cast a net to prevent the Japanese conspiracy from succeeding.

A few days ago, Director Li of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs said that Ji Ming came to Jinling. I thought this old guy came with bad intentions, but I didn’t expect that everything went wrong after all the precautions. They were trying to recreate the Wicker Lake incident."

Dai Chunfeng opened his eyes with relief. He was secretly glad that he had a good helper. The Secret Service was able to start working in front of all agencies. This proved that the Secret Service was a capable team.

After Zuo Zhong finished speaking, he added: "The students have an idea. Since the Japanese want to recreate Liutiao Lake, mobilizing the military police in Shanghai is probably just the beginning. There must be preparations in other aspects."

Dai Chunfeng straightened up: "In which aspects?"

Zuo Zhong's tone was affirmative: "As long as we can find changes in Japan's mainland, Northeast China, North China, and the Navy, it will prove that the Miyamoto Hideaki incident was a conspiracy planned by the Japanese."

Dai Chunfeng stood up. What Zuo Zhong said made sense. War is not a child's play. The preparation of soldiers and materials and the arrangement of technical weapons all take time. Are the Japanese really going to take action?

He immediately ordered: "Shen Zhong, I allow you to mobilize all intelligence personnel. You must find out the intelligence in these places. If you find anything, tell me immediately, and don't forget to look for Miyamoto.

It will be easy to solve the problem if we find him. The chairman is under great pressure now. There has just been some progress in the southwest. If we fight with the Japanese, all the previous sacrifices will be in vain."

Zuo Zhong didn't know what to say. The other party's gun was already pressed to his forehead. The bald man still hadn't forgotten An Nei's plan. He had to wait for the Japanese military boots to step into Qilu before this crazy man could give up.

But it was useless to think too much. He saluted and replied respectfully: "Yes, I will immediately contact the various intelligence stations and intelligence networks, but the student feels that more efforts can be made in the search within Jinling City.

Whether it was framed by the Japanese or Miyamoto was hiding on his own, he couldn't have gone far in three hours and must be near Jinling City, and the other party did not carry any luggage when he left."

Dai Chunfeng ridiculed: "Perhaps this man has floated to Shanghai or entered the belly of a wild beast. The Japanese cannot let him live. Let's do our best to obey fate. The hope is not too high."

Zuo Zhong did not persuade him any more. After leaving, he returned to his office and issued an order: "Contact the North China District and Peking Station to find out all the actions of the Japanese troops in North China at all costs."

Ryosuke Hase in Shanghai, Fu Ling and Fuichiro Hayashi in Japan also received the order. Zuo Zhong asked them to find out the abnormal movements of the Japanese navy and local army. The intelligence department was fully mobilized for the first time.

Zuo Zhong said that no matter what the cost, Chen Gongshu, the head of Peking Station, was very aware of his old friend's operational style and did not dare to violate it, so he immediately dispatched all his intelligence operatives.

Steal, assassinate, kidnap.

From the Japanese archipelago to the land of North China, countless agents used various methods to desperately spy on the movements of the Japanese army. This caught the local Japanese intelligence agencies off guard and forced them to resign.

In Shoto District, Tokyo, Japan, the Hayashi family held a hasty banquet. The heir to the Hayashi family, His Excellency Viscount Hayashi Ichiro, personally entertained the guests and had a pleasant chat with the military personnel.

In a warehouse in Yokohama, a man in a navy uniform was hung on an iron hook. A woman was asking something. Blood was dripping and flowing into the sewer that merged into the sea.

In a nightclub in Shanghai, several drunken Japanese were singing "March of the Warships" with their arms around each other. The dancers beside them were smiling happily and counting their banknotes. One of them had clear eyes.

The day after Miyamoto Hideaki disappeared, countless pieces of information were gathered into the Intelligence Section, from Zuo Zhong, Gu Qi, to ordinary little spies, and even He Yijun went into battle, screening the information one by one.

The sources of this intelligence are complex and difficult to distinguish between true and false. To form tangible evidence, it must undergo strict screening and secondary confirmation with intelligence from other channels. There is a lot of work to be done.

However, as unreliable information was eliminated, the truth slowly emerged. The first person to discover it was He Yijun. She discovered something from the information sent back by Lin Fuichiro.

The rest is at the end of the article

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If you have a cold, replace it in the morning.

I think from a biological point of view, life reads almost like a poem. It has its own rhythm and beat, and its own internal cycles of growth and decay.

It begins with innocent childhood, followed by a rough youth period, a rough attempt to adapt to a mature society, with the enthusiasm and ignorance, ideals and ambitions of youth;

Later, they reach an adult period with very intense activities, gain benefits from experience, and gain more experience from society and human nature;

In middle age, the tension is slightly relieved, the character becomes mature, like the ripeness of fruit or the ripeness of fine wine, and gradually adopts a more tolerant, more cynical, and at the same time more kind attitude towards life;

Later, when we age, the endocrine glands reduce their activity. If we have a true philosophical concept of old age, we can adjust our lifestyle according to this concept.
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