Chapter 1326 Lurker (Second update, please subscribe)
Author: Xiaoyu’s Destiny
Get up at 5:30 in the morning.
Then I ran for an hour in a nearby park. After returning home, I took a quick shower and then had a meal. I said goodbye to my wife and children on time at 7:10, went out, and rode to work.
Arrive at 7:50...
Ma Tianyi's life is almost static, at least in the past fifteen years, his life has never changed.
As usual, after arriving at the unit at 7:40, he needed to go through several security checks before he could enter the building.
The Investigation Department will always be like this.
If you want to enter the Investigation Department, you need to go through numerous checks.
At around 7:55, Martin came to his desk, turned on the desk lamp as usual, and started his day's work.
His job is very simple, which is to collect intelligence from newspapers, both foreign and domestic. As an intelligence analyst, he is undoubtedly competent. In the past fifteen years, his work has been very good.
Excellent, even received awards.
For naturalized people, this is undoubtedly the greatest recognition.
"All the intelligence in the world is hidden in public information..."
Martin knew what he was looking for.
He can obtain the movements of the British army from British newspapers, master the logistics supply of the British army, and can discover many things that seem to have no connection at all, but there are many connections between them. For intelligence analysis, Ma Tianyi has his own unique skills.
Skills, or even talent - his father was a fuushōya of the shogunate, and the Mata family, along with Yoshio, Konishi, and Motoki, are known as the four most famous families.
Overseas intelligence is very efficient. During the shogunate era, they collected a lot of intelligence about the Qing Dynasty and Europe. Although they did not know much about Europe, the intelligence analysis expertise of the Mata family was still inherited by Mataichi. As an unemployed samurai,
It was with this expertise that he entered the Investigation Department and became an intelligence analyst.
After reading the newspapers sent from the UK for a while, Martin poured himself a cup of tea and sat at the same table with a colleague. The colleague was obviously tired because he yawned profusely.
"Didn't you sleep all night?"
Martin asked.
"Yeah, I'm on night shift. And these newspapers..."
The colleague pointed to the newspaper on the table and said.
"There are still quite a few that you haven't read yet? The domestic newspapers are like this. Even if you read them all, you may not gain anything."
"perhaps……"
Martin glanced at the newspaper. Suddenly, he said "Hey" and pointed at the newspaper.
“Have you read this obituary?”
The colleague looked at the obituary he pointed at and said.
"Oh, a very ordinary obituary. This man named Ma Bangde came to Ming Dynasty on August 23, 16th year. Shengde died in Xuzhou due to an accident in the 22nd year. His funeral was in... There is nothing abnormal.
What a place.”
"Nothing unusual?"
Ma Tianyi picked up the newspaper, unfolded it, and asked.
"What kind of newspaper do you think this is?"
"Interim report? What's there?"
The colleague said while yawning.
"The circulation of the mid-term newspaper exceeds 300 copies. Almost every city in Ming Dynasty will publish such a newspaper."
Ma Tianyi's words made his colleague stop yawning and his face turned pale.
Everyone in the office knew that Ma Tianyi was very powerful. When he said this, other colleagues stared at the newspaper - they all remembered an unspoken rule that everyone publishes obituaries in the local morning paper.
, because obituaries only need to be read by local people.
"How much does such an obituary cost? Ten yuan? Or twenty yuan?"
Martin pointed to the obituary and said.
"No one would spend so much money to publish an obituary, and they are not a big shot. There must be something wrong with this obituary!"
Ten minutes later, Ma Tianyi came to the director's office and reported the "abnormal information" to the director.
"Well, something is wrong."
The director took a look and then said.
"In this case, I think I will notify the Imperial Security Bureau of this information first, and they will handle domestic matters."
This information was soon sent to the Imperial Security Bureau. Almost as soon as the Imperial Security Bureau received the information and deployed agents to investigate, what they did not know was that this "obituary" was actually a summons from the British to lurk.
The spy in the Ming Dynasty.
"They will definitely be able to see that message,"
At the British Embassy, Major Anderson said,
"According to the information we have, Lawrence doesn't know much about the recruitment situation that year. He may have control of the intelligence network, but he doesn't have access to all the people. And according to official information from the Ming Dynasty, there must be some who don't.
were arrested, so I assume, and everyone assumes the same, that if someone is not arrested, then they must be hiding, right?"
"So, we need to wake them up through the news in the newspaper, right?"
Sam asked, holding the newspaper.
"However, this funeral is fake and the deceased is also fake. Even if they see this obituary, how can they contact us?"
"They will definitely find a way, and this is just the beginning,"
Anderson said,
"What we need now is to tell them that the British Empire knows that they are still lurking. Now the British Empire is calling them. If anyone among them sees it, they will definitely respond. Believe me, those people are very interested in the Ming Dynasty.
Their hatred will drive them to take the initiative to restore contact with us! In some special way."
Anderson took the newspaper and said.
"This newspaper was published all over the Ming Dynasty. They will definitely be able to read it..."
…
At 6:30 in the afternoon, Zhang Lun stood up from the desk where he had been working, and then walked to his car as usual carrying a leather handbag.
At this time, there was some fear in his heart, and of course there was also some excitement. Perhaps because of the excitement, he could even hear his own heartbeat. When he sat in the car, he took out his handbag again.
I picked up the "China Daily" and said to myself.
"Mabond, Mabond..."
When he recited the name, he seemed a little excited, and the flesh of his cheeks and chin seemed to be trembling slightly. At this time, he did not look like an engineer, but like a gambler at the gambling table.
Yes, he is gambling!
After staring at the newspaper and thinking for an unknown amount of time, he drove the car out of the factory, then carefully drove out of the city and headed west to the train station. After arriving at the train station, he parked the car at a roadside parking lot.
, walked for almost half a mile, then walked into a red public phone booth and dialed a number.
This chapter has been completed!