The Xinhua Daily newspaper office is not far from the Eighth Route Army's mountain city office.
Take Cangping Street and turn to Minguo Road to reach Jifang Street.
The office is located at No. 70 Jifang Street.
This place is very close to Xiaoshizi. Song Shutang had been familiar with the nearby roads for the arrest mission earlier and knew the surroundings very well.
In order to give Xiong Yuxiang enough time to report the situation to the office, the two simply walked there.
"It is not only the Eighth Route Army's mountain city office, but also the New Fourth Army's mountain city office. One team and two brands." Zhu Yue mentioned some basic information to Song Shutang on the way.
"They are in a downtown area, which is more lively than us."
"They're getting ready to move."
"move place?"
"The agency is located at No. 70 Jifang Street, and some staff live at No. 30 Mianmian Street. It is located in a downtown area and has scattered offices, which is not conducive to work and air defense. They have found another location to establish the agency."
"With only one team for two offices, how can it be that both locations are stressed?"
"Not only that, at the beginning of the year, No. 50 Zengjiayan and most of the houses were rented by them for office and accommodation purposes."
"Three offices and a place to stay?" Song Shutang wondered if the size of this office would be a little larger.
Zhu Yue whispered: "There must be some secret organization inside."
The darkness is hidden in the light, leaving you unable to start.
"No wonder the section chief asked us to come to the Eighth Route Army's mountain city office." Song Shutang now understood Shen Lushui's intentions.
The two soon arrived at Machine Room Street.
Zhu Yue said before entering the door: "In the future, their working location will be even more remote than ours, far away at Hongyanzui Farm."
"You know the address of the new office."
"They have a special status, and everything they say and do is watched by many eyes."
While the two were talking, they walked into the Eighth Route Army's office in Shancheng and were naturally stopped.
Zhu Yue took out his ID to identify himself.
"I want to see your Director Qian." Zhu Yue said directly.
"Wait a moment, I'll go and make a report."
Soon the clerk came back and said: "The director is not in the office today. The deputy director invites you to come over."
The level is sufficient.
The two followed him into the deputy director's office.
"I am Xue Sangeng, deputy director of the office. Please take a seat."
"Xue Chu has long admired the famous name. I was deeply inspired by your articles such as "On Mobile Warfare" published in Xinhua Daily and Mass Magazine." Zhu Yue seemed to understand Xue Sangen.
"Some humble work."
"Director Xue is too modest."
"Is Team Leader Zhu coming to visit today?"
Xue Sangen was obviously pretending to be confused, but Zhu Yue could not say that the other party knew what he was asking. After all, the office was a legal institution and the position and status were recognized by the government, so he could only explain the matter again.
"Director Xue is telling the truth. He is here only to investigate Japanese spies and has no other intentions." Zhu Yue finally said.
No other intention?
Xue Sangeng also listened to this.
How dare people from both sides show their hearts and souls?
"Is there still this matter? Everyone is responsible for catching Japanese spies. How can we refuse to cooperate? Please wait a moment. I will call the newspaper office to find out." Xue Sangen left the office angrily.
Watching Xue go out in the middle of the night, Song Shutang looked at the phone on his desk and asked, "Is this phone hot?"
"Wait." Zhu Yue was already prepared.
Xue went out in the middle of the night and entered another room, asking the people below: "How is the investigation going?"
"Intelligence from Yichang will take time, but Chuanjiang Wooden Ship learned that Wang Qiang was indeed involved. The Military Intelligence Section started investigating and later arrested a crew member named Fat Tou. Wang Qiang's father, Wang Shan, was very drunk a few days ago.
Some people heard that it was because the murderer of his son was arrested, and other newspapers were also asked to provide photos, including the JoongAng Ilbo."
After Xinhua Daily's Xiong Yuxiang called to explain the situation, Xue Sangen immediately arranged for people to investigate the matter. You can't just believe what the military commander says, and you must find out for yourself.
But they never thought that Zhu Yue and Song Shutang left the newspaper office and went straight to the office. The investigation here is still in progress.
Judging from the clues currently available, what the Military Intelligence Section said is true.
"Director, did the intelligence department get clues in advance? Otherwise, why would they be interested in a murder case and have a spy behind it?"
"It's hard to say." Xue Sangen now concluded that Zhu Yue was not lying.
After all, if you want to deceive them with lies, obviously starting with a murder case is not the best option.
Wouldn't it arouse suspicion if it didn't come up?
"The information from Yichang will be verified as soon as possible." Xue Sangeng did not rush to draw conclusions.
"Where are the two military commanders?"
"Just let them sit in the office."
"Aren't you afraid they won't be able to wait?"
"If you can't wait, you won't come." Xue Sangen knew Zhu Yue's intention.
When he said he was going out to make a phone call, Xue Sangen simply disappeared.
Song Shutang was left to sit with Zhu Yue in his office.
"Are you asking people to hang out here?" Song Shutang asked with a smile.
"They also need to verify the discussions."
"There are indeed a lot of people in this office."
"The office alone has a managerial department, a clerical department, a general affairs department, a transportation department, and a confidential department, not to mention hidden organizations."
"This is not a small Yan'an."
"I'm just afraid of getting bigger in the future."
"Relocation to Hongyanzui Farm?"
"A big place doesn't mean it's too big." Zhu Yue's words have profound meaning.
After reading carefully, Song Shutang understood the implication and asked: "Sit back and ignore it?"
"Afraid of difficulties."
"What about the anti-Japanese situation?"
"You and I can't think about this. The important task is to eliminate the spies." Zhu Yue's intelligence is not reflected in his work.
He also has a thorough understanding of today's problems.
Moreover, Zhu Yue did not reveal any past grudges against the Red Party in his words.
Of course there is no such thing as Song Shutang.
He has only been a member of the Sword Holding Group for a short period of time, and he has never experienced the bloody past between the two sides.
Sitting in Xue Sangen's office lasted a whole day.
Fortunately, someone brought lunch.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the information from Yichang was finally delivered.
"Director, there was indeed a fight at Changlong Shanhuo Store near Yichang Pier a few days ago. Necessary people nearby peeked in at home, and those who resisted arrest died. After inquiries from comrades in Yichang, we learned that the surviving people were sent here overnight.
Shancheng should be at the headquarters of the Military Command Bureau at this time."
"Any more?"
"Wang Qiang's case was also verified by the police station, and it indeed started years ago."
"It seems that what the Intelligence Department said when they came here this time is true." Xue Sangen muttered.
"Then do we need to cooperate with them in providing photos of newspaper staff?"
"Many comrades from the Southern Bureau use the identities of Xinhua Daily staff members to conduct public activities. It is not appropriate to provide all photos." Xue Sangen disagreed with providing photos.
Since it is a public event to use a cover of identity, it is not really confidential.
The reluctance to provide information is just for fear that the Intelligence Division will get all the photos and then target the Southern Bureau personnel one by one through comparative investigation. This is very passive.
The Kuomintang die-hards did not allow the central representative office to exist in the mountain city, so the Southern Bureau was hidden in the office and had to act with extra caution.
"But since what the Military Intelligence Section said is true, it is very likely that Japanese spies are lurking among us. If we don't find them out, it will be even more harmful." The person below said.
Xue Sangeng naturally understood this truth.
He asked: "Is the director back?"
"came back."
"I'll go there." Xue Sangen wanted to discuss this matter.
It does matter a lot.
It is no small matter to have a spy lurking under your own control.
This has nothing to do with the alarmism of the Intelligence Department. Xue Sangen himself is now consciously vigilant.
For those who do intelligence work, this is the most basic quality.
