Make sure there is nothing wrong. This is the next step.
According to the spy's confession, this Baolin Temple used to be an abandoned temple with no incense.
The Japanese secret service took a fancy to this place, so they invested some funds to renovate it. They also hired a few temporary workers to shave their heads and pretend to be monks. Then they opened the mountain gate to receive incense.
The money to repair the temple was "donated" by Wang Zhulin. It was said to be a donation, but in fact it was turned over.
"Do you know Wang Zhulin's identity?"
"Know."
"What's his name?"
"Haita Taro."
"Yeah?"
Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.
Then I heard a voice that seemed to be muttering to himself: "Taro Maqiao..."
A moment of silence.
Then I realized that the latter was true.
What he later "heard" was the psychological activities of this spy. This spy actually wanted to hide Wang Zhulin's real name.
Taro Namada...
Taro Maqiao...
Haha. Okay. I won’t expose you.
Bring the spy into the temple and control all the other monks.
Start your search.
Then I discovered something very strange.
Behind the temple, it is obviously a very desolate area, but the map shows that there are many small white dots underneath.
However, when Zhang Yong looked over, there was obviously no one there!
I picked up the telescope and looked carefully, and saw thick wild grass. Some of them were almost half a person tall. They seriously blocked the view.
There seems to be a winding path among the weeds.
Strange, where is that place over there? Why are there so many people?
It's definitely not a ghost.
Ever since he had a gun in his hand, Zhang Yong didn't believe in any ghosts or gods.
No matter how powerful ghosts and gods are, they can't stop the physical exorcism of guns and cannons. Therefore, there must be something weird behind the temple. But let's deal with other things first.
For safety reasons, he quietly waved to Qin Haitao and asked him to come over.
"team leader!"
"Watch the back!"
"yes!"
Qin Haitao was a little confused.
Why are you staring at the back? There are weeds behind you!
Are you worried that someone is lurking inside?
Indeed, Zhang Yong was so worried. What if it was a lurking Japanese special agent team?
It's like Yamamoto's Secret Service. It's very memorable.
The Japanese invaders might also have special operations.
Or maybe there are swordsmen and axemen lurking in the temple. They will come out at the command.
Have to guard against it.
"Captain, how about I go search it again?"
"That's fine!"
Zhang Yong nodded.
Qin Haitao immediately took people to search the back.
As a result, nothing was found. After careful inspection, there was nothing in the weeds.
Zhang Yong noticed that the Japanese spy monk also looked very relaxed.
Strange, what happened to the people behind?
Not on the ground. Could it be underground?
Is there a basement?
You have a temple and a basement? Who do you want to harbor? A gangster? Or a desperado?
Forget it, don't worry about it for now. Let's wait until other things are dealt with.
"Where's the radio station?"
"No……"
"Really do not have?"
"Yes. Yes..."
The spy temporarily changed his story and took them to the radio station.
The radio station is in a side room, hidden under the kang.
Hey, that's really brave.
I'm not afraid of outsiders knowing at all.
When Zhang Yong saw the radio station, he called him a good guy. There were actually three radio stations. They were all new.
Haha. I earned it.
It just so happens that Tianjin Station only has three old radio stations. There seem to be a lot of them. In fact, they go on strike at any time.
Now three radio stations have been seized, all of which are new. They can just be used to replace the three old radio stations.
What to do with old radio stations?
Originally it would have been best to leave it to the Red Party. Unfortunately, Tianjin Wei seems to have no underground party?
It is estimated that the Red Party at this moment is not capable of infiltrating Tianjin Guard. So it will have to be temporarily sealed and handed over to the Red Party when there is a chance in the future.
In addition to the radio, some radio spare parts were also found, such as electronic tubes and so on.
Sure enough, he was trying to catch Japanese spies, and he had everything.
There are no guns or cannons, the enemy built them for us. The same goes for radio stations.
Keep searching.
A large amount of money was found from other secret rooms.
All of them are bank notes. Some are from Guoshan Bank, some are from Citibank, some are from Hong Kong Bank, and some are certificates of deposit from Zhengjin Bank.
After reading the numbers on the deposit certificate, Zhang Yong exclaimed again, "What a guy!"
A full five hundred thousand yen!
This Wang Zhulin is so rich! He actually has five hundred thousand yen!
Oh, it’s Japanese yen...
That’s not a lot…
The point is, the Japanese yen cannot be used elsewhere.
It can only be spent in places controlled by the Japanese invaders. For example, North China, the three northeastern provinces, or the Japanese invaders' homeland.
A bit tasteless.
Of course, something is better than nothing.
It's a bit surprising that this Japanese spy is so cooperative.
The radio station was handed over.
The money was handed over.
Very cooperative.
However, Zhang Yong began to doubt.
Logically speaking, a spy shouldn't be so frank. He must be hiding something.
Why is he so candid?
Could it be that he was trying to hide some more important information?
"Have you confessed everything?"
"I said it all. I said it all."
"Didn't you miss anything?"
"there is none left."
"Well, let me ask you, what do those people hidden behind do?"
"Who? No. No. Where is there?"
The spy monk desperately denied it.
Yu Lexing and others immediately realized something was wrong. Is there someone hiding behind?
Qin Haitao immediately led people to continue the search. However, nothing was found. Behind the temple, there were only vast weeds.
"You don't have to tell me." Zhang Yong said slowly, "Do you know Ling Chi?"
"I, I, I..." The spy's face turned pale.
Lingchi? Of course he knows.
Anyone who can be a spy must have some knowledge and culture.
How did Yuan Chonghuan die in the Ming Dynasty? He was executed by Ling Chi. He could not help but tremble all over.
"Don't tell me? Then it starts..."
"I said, I said, I, I, they have nothing to do with me. Really. It has nothing to do with me at all!"
"In your temple, it has nothing to do with you?"
"I, I, I really have nothing to do with them. It was Wang Zhulin who imprisoned them here. Wang Zhulin will send someone to take them out when needed."
"Who is inside?"
"Yes Yes……"
"explain!"
"It's a woman, a woman..."
"What? Woman?"
Zhang Yong suddenly felt bad.
A group of women are actually imprisoned in the temple?
sky!
Immediately I thought of some scenes not suitable for children.
These crazy dogs!
Killing them will give them an advantage! They must be crushed to make fertilizer!
"Take us in!"
"me……"
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
Zhang Yong slapped the opponent twice.
What do you want to give me back to me? Want to die? Then I will help you. I slap you twice with my backhand.
Of course it was done with the soles of shoes. Special soles for hitting the face.
As expected, the Japanese spy couldn't resist. With a mournful face and covering his red and swollen cheeks, he led them to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Zhang Yong discovered something unusual. It seemed that there were a lot of grains and vegetables stored here. There were a lot of pots and pans. At first, there were only seven monks in the temple.
Where is the need for so many pots and pans? Most of them are for imprisoned women.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I beat the spy again.
Wang Zhulin, there are too many bamboos to write about!
It was really rash to let him go just now. But it doesn't matter, he will be punished sooner or later.
"Where's the door?"
"Open, open, open..."
The Japanese spy hesitated as he fumbled and pulled a rope.
The ropes hang down from the kitchen wall. There are thirty or forty similar ropes. There are many. Who would have thought that one of them is a mechanism.
"Squeak..."
"Squeak..."
As the rope was pulled, a crack opened in the wall.
Qin Haitao and others immediately raised their guns on guard. They found that it was dark inside. It took a while to see clearly that it was a corridor, diagonally downwards.
Yes, there is indeed a basement. This corridor leads to the basement.
There is no light. Fire is needed to illuminate it.
"Well……"
Suddenly, someone wants to vomit.
Immediately, everyone couldn't help but cover their noses.
Zhang Yong also felt a stench coming towards his face. He hurriedly covered his nose. But it was no use. The stench was still extremely bad.
With great difficulty, the stench dissipated a little.
"Get in!"
"ah……"
Zhang Yong and others entered the basement and were shocked.
After only seeing a few turns, I saw a huge space. There were many iron cages inside, maybe more than two meters high. All the people were imprisoned inside.
To be precise, they were young women. They were dressed in rags. There were fifty or sixty of them.
All the women were lying limply in the iron cages, looking indifferent.
Many people were disheveled and did not pay any attention to them.
There was also a woman whose hands and feet were tied up and hung in the air, motionless. She didn't know whether she was dead or alive.
There is also a woman whose hands are tied and hung above the iron cage, with only her toes touching the ground. She is also motionless, and her life or death is unknown.
So miserable...
Almost no one is intact.
Instantly conjuring up some unsightly scenes, Zhang Yong immediately drew his sword. With a casual blow, he killed the Japanese spy monk.
This devil!
So many young women are imprisoned here!
What is he going to do?
Scum!
Anti-humanity!
A worthy death!
"Well……"
The spy monk clutched his throat and fell limply.
Zhang Yong still couldn't understand his hatred. He grabbed a rifle, stuck the bayonet on the muzzle of the gun, and stabbed the Japanese spy several times.
Son of a bitch!
go to hell!
Keeping you alive is a crime!
"Tsk tsk tsk!"
"Tsk tsk tsk!"
Turning the Japanese spy into a scumbag can relieve his hatred a little.
The woman in the iron cage finally had a little reaction. Some people were surprised and looked at them blankly.
But most women are still indifferent and seem to have lost their minds.
Even an idiot can imagine what kind of experiences they have suffered, causing them to become mentally depressed to such an extent.
"water!"
"water!"
Zhang Yong shouted loudly.
He saw that all the women's lips were white and dry.
I guess what they lack most is water.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
Everyone broke open the iron lock.
Then I found that things seemed to be even worse...
The women who were rescued were all paralyzed on the ground and unable to move. Their breathing was also very weak.
Even with careful watering, it is difficult to recover.
The stench in the underground cell was extremely bad. We dared not move them easily to avoid causing secondary harm.
Zhang Yong was too embarrassed to turn around and run away, so he had to hold it in.