After listening to Yang Ma's words, Tao Jie stopped going to the military police detachment after eating breakfast. He changed his clothes and went to Jiqingli.
Liu Mazi had several pockmarks on his face, which was a very good feature. Coupled with Yang Ma's description, Tao Jie believed that he would be able to recognize Liu Mazi whenever he appeared.
However, Tao Jie stayed in Jiqingli for a whole morning, his eyes were dazzled, and he didn't see Liu Ma anymore.
Naturally, Tao Jie will not be discouraged. In intelligence work, there is no need to rush.
Many things require luck, but more often than not, they require patience.
Tao Jie knew that this might be his last chance.
If the case of Guan Mingpeng and Yan Shuxun is not solved, he will definitely be punished by the Japanese.
Tao Jie has not done anything decent since he became the director of the Third Intelligence Office. This time is both his crisis and his opportunity.
If you can catch the military commander and follow the clues, you might be able to give yourself a surprise.
Originally, Tao Jie would usually leave this kind of matter to Hu Ranwei or Wu Wei.
However, he didn't want to alarm anyone before there was any definite news about profits.
After all, Yang Ma is just a servant, so her words may not be trustworthy.
If it was finally confirmed that she was dazzled, wouldn't she become a joke to others?
Tao Jie decided to go to Jiqingli in person early tomorrow morning.
Since Yang Ma saw Liu Mazi early in the morning, maybe there will be gains early in the morning.
Deng Zehua went to No. 5 Yiqingli last night.
Seeing those "like-minded" friends again, Deng Zehua felt inexplicably disgusted.
However, he could only pretend to smile.
Ji Minggao's attitude towards Deng Zehua was still the same.
Deng Zehua joined the military police unit, and he and Ji Minggao were the same.
People like Huang Guoping are still unaware.
They thought that the military police detachment had to let them go because they were concerned about Deng Zehua's identity and did not find anything to do with the North China Youth Association.
After arriving at Yiqingli No. 5, Ji Minggao even held a celebration party to celebrate their victory in the fight against the Japanese.
At No. 5 Yiqingli, Deng Zehua could only temporarily forget his worries when he saw those progressive books.
However, after returning home, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, and couldn't fall asleep.
This makes Deng Zehua always feel depressed after arriving at No. 25 Road.
When he was walking on the street, he could see all directions and pay attention to anything on the street at any time.
However, today he bumped into someone and didn't even notice him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Deng Zehua came to his senses and apologized again and again.
"It's okay. Officer Deng is worried?"
"Do you recognize me?" Deng Zehua said in surprise. Only then did he take a closer look at the person he bumped into.
He is in his forties, of medium height, wearing a cotton robe, and the smile on his face looks honest and sincere.
"Of course Officer Deng knows him since he is on this street every day."
"But you probably don't live on No. 25 Road." Deng Zehua shook his head. Although he had not been on No. 25 Road for a long time, he was on the street every day and basically knew everyone on this street.
Even if you can't pronounce the name, you should at least look familiar.
However, he had no impression of this person at all.
Although this person looks very ordinary and may be easily forgotten after one glance, Deng Zehua has long developed a pair of poisonous eyes.
As long as he sees someone once, he will recognize it immediately the next time he sees it.
"It's true that I don't live on Road 25. I came here specifically to see Officer Deng."
"Who are you?" Deng Zehua looked at the other party warily, his hands already on his waist.
"My surname is Li, Muzi Li. I was introduced by a friend of Officer Deng." Li Hui said with a smile.
This was a task given by his superiors, who asked him to contact Deng Zehua on Road 25.
Deng Zehua also showed patriotism before, but due to various reasons, the Haigu City Committee took the initiative to cut off contact with him.
This time, Li Hui was sent to contact Deng Zehua head-on in order to win over Deng Zehua.
"A friend of mine." Deng Zehua said doubtfully.
In his impression, he didn't seem to have any friends who wanted to introduce someone named Li to him, right?
"Have Officer Deng heard of the Communist Party?" Li Hui suddenly whispered.
"The Communist Party?" Deng Zehua exclaimed in a low voice. He looked around and found nothing unusual, and then he felt relieved.
"I know that Officer Deng cares about the country and the nation and hates the Japanese. We, the Communist Party, are specifically working with the little devils." Li Hui said softly.
"How do you prove that you are the one?" Deng Zehua asked warily.
He did not say the word "Communist Party", but he often heard Ji Minggao mention it in the North China Youth Association.
However, after coming out of the gendarmerie unit, he will conduct a self-screening on what he sees with his eyes and what he hears with his ears.
Others say he is a Communist, but is he a Communist?
Ji Minggao has hinted many times before that the North China Youth Association is an anti-Japanese organization, and their remarks are more communist than the Communist Party.
The results of it?
"Well, you will naturally know this in the future." Li Hui said thoughtfully.
"I'm sorry, please go, otherwise I will send you to the patrol room." Deng Zehua shook his head.
He very much hopes that Li Hui is a Communist Party member, but he is worried that this is another fake Communist Party.
Deng Zehua was very conflicted at this time, but his mind was still very clear.
"If you are willing to contact us, you can come to this address. By the way, we all know about your situation in the North China Youth Association." Li Hui got a piece of paper, stuffed it into Deng Zehua's hand, turned around and left
.
Deng Zehua was stunned on the spot for a moment while holding the note with Li Hui's lingering warmth in his hand.
I have always wanted to find the Communist Party. Are they gods who know my thoughts?
Could this be a Japanese conspiracy?
"Beep-beep...beep-beep."
Deng Zehua was in a daze when he suddenly heard the honking of a car. He turned around and saw that it was Lu Chengzhou's car with the license plate 3805.
Deng Zehua put the note in his hand into his pocket and trotted to Lu Chengzhou's car.
"Why are you so dazed?" Lu Chengzhou said angrily.
Deng Zehua's demeanor was very abnormal, as if he had lost his soul.
"It's nothing, I think I saw an acquaintance." Deng Zehua said covertly.
Naturally, he couldn't tell Lu Chengzhou about Li Hui.
Lu Chengzhou is a real Japanese spy. Regardless of whether Li Hui is a real communist or not, he will solve this matter by himself.
"From now on, in addition to writing an intelligence summary, you will also have to think about an ideological report every day." Lu Chengzhou said suddenly.
"Thought report?" Deng Zehua said in surprise.
"Yes, I want to keep track of your thoughts at all times. You are from the Intelligence Room. If something happens, how will I explain it?" Lu Chengzhou said.
"Setting tour, can you not write it?" Deng Zehua said with a wry smile. Writing such a thing is simply a kind of mental torture.
