At the surveillance point, Shen Zhifeng wore headphones and personally monitored the situation in Zhou Mingwei's house.
Bai Jumin said from the side: "Director, this American product is really good. Zhou Mingwei can hear clearly when he pours water and drinks water."
Another agent smiled and said: "That guy may have eaten too much, and he burped just now..."
"Buzz——"
The sound of electricity sounded.
Shen Zhifeng said: "Paper, pen!"
The subordinates quickly brought a pen and paper and placed them in front of Shen Zhifeng.
After a while, a female voice came from the radio: "The Great Wall News Agency is calling the Eagle. The Great Wall News Agency is calling the Eagle. Please take notes. 8904, 8771., 7325, 7612, 4022, 3905, 4671, 3490, 127, over.
Call again half an hour after the first call..."
Shen Zhifeng recorded all these numbers.
Ten minutes later, Zhou Mingwei said to himself: "Strange, where did the matches go..."
Then there was the sound of a drawer opening and closing, and he seemed to be rummaging for matches.
After a while, there was first a creaking sound from the door, and then the sound of heavy objects being moved, as if the Eight Immortals Table was being dragged.
Shen Zhifeng heard it. When the door clicked, it was Zhou Mingwei who opened the closet.
"Director, the curtains in the bedroom moved several times... and now they are not moving," said the agent holding the telescope.
Another ten minutes passed and nothing could be heard in the headphones.
Monitoring is like this. Most of the time it is very boring, because many of the things heard are meaningless trivial matters, such as brushing teeth, washing face, doing laundry, cooking, and even going to the toilet.
"Didi-di-di-di-di-di-di..."
This voice is so familiar that Shen Zhifeng can easily judge that Zhou Mingwei is sending a report!
After thinking for a while, Shen Zhifeng nodded slightly and said, "Do you know why the curtain moved a few times?"
The agents shook their heads and waited for the director's answer.
Shen Zhifeng said: "It's very simple. Zhou Mingwei moved the table to the window, and the transmitter antenna touched the curtain, so the curtain moved a few times!"
Bai Jumin thought for a while and said, "Why did he go to the window to send the report?"
Shen Zhifeng said: "The power socket is under the window. This is one. Second, the closer to the bedroom window, the further away from the door. This can avoid being heard. He is worried that the partition wall has ears!"
"Oh, no wonder the curtains are closed during the day, because he is afraid that others will see him sending reports!" Bai Jumin suddenly realized, and he admired the new boss's analytical ability.
Shen Zhifeng was silent. Zhou Mingwei had just received the telegram and immediately started sending it, indicating that he had a code book!
What exactly is a codebook?
There was a buzzing sound from the earphones, which repeated many times. Shen Zhifeng listened carefully for a while, and soon understood that it was the sound of tearing paper!
The sounds of wardrobes and heavy objects being dragged were heard again, followed by the deliberate and gentle sound of a door closing.
Shen Zhifeng immediately took off his headphones, stood up and went to the window, opened a corner of the curtain, and stared at the door of Apartment No. 1. After a while, Zhou Mingwei stepped out.
"Send someone to keep an eye on him, he is probably going to contact you!" Shen Zhifeng ordered.
Bai Jumin asked: "What if it is?"
"Take photos to collect evidence and don't alert them."
"clear."
"In addition, I will go to Zhou Mingwei's room again and notify me in time before he comes back."
"Director, are you looking for the code book?"
"That's right!"
"I suggest you wait until Zhou Mingwei goes to Paramount in the evening and we can go there. Not only will we have plenty of time, but also..."
"Do as I say!"
"yes!"
Bai Jumin didn't dare to say anything more and walked out in a hurry.
Watching Zhou Mingwei get on a rickshaw, Shen Zhifeng led several of his men to Room 301 of Apartment No. 1 again.
Judging from the marks on the floor, the Eight Immortals table had indeed been moved. There was a consistent pen and a blank letter on the table.
Shen Zhifeng ordered: "Check the wastebasket to see if there are any torn pieces of paper!"
Judging from the contents of the eavesdropping, Zhou Mingwei did not have any matches on him. The contents of the message he translated were probably torn into pieces, flushed in the toilet, or thrown into a wastebasket.
Normally, it is more likely to be thrown into the toilet. No intelligence agent would dare to leave black and white evidence at home, even a pile of scraps of paper!
There was nothing in the wastebasket, and Shen Zhifeng was secretly upset. Although it was expected, he always held a trace of luck in his heart.
What confused him the most was, where was the codebook?
Zhou Mingwei couldn't possibly carry it with him, it must be in this room!
If the Communist Party can find their code book without their knowledge, it will be more valuable than arresting ten Zhou Mingwei. It is equivalent to touching the lifeblood of the opponent!
"Continue searching!" Shen Zhifeng was extremely anxious and could only continue to try his luck.
Ten minutes later.
"Ring ring ring ring!"
The phone beside the bed suddenly rang.
Shen Zhifeng opened the curtains and glanced across the way. The agents at the surveillance point waved their hands. According to the prior agreement, this was a signal that the call was from them.
"Hello?"
"Director, Team Leader Bai called, and Zhou Mingwei went back."
"How long does it take to get to Apartment No. 1?"
"Ten minutes at most."
"knew."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Zhifeng walked to the living room and saw the red and pink gold book on the Eight Immortals table, and his heart couldn't help but move.
Zhou Mingwei was sending a report just now. Normally, he would have cleared away irrelevant things, but this book was still on the table.
Shen Zhifeng picked up the book, flipped through a few pages, and then looked at the Shushan Swordsman Biography on the cabinet, his brows slowly widened.
When I came in last time to search, both books were on the table, and now only one is left. Why did Zhou Mingwei leave only this one, "Red Pink Jin Ge"?
Could this martial arts novel be a code book? Because Zhou Mingwei left in a hurry and had no time to clean up...
The code book that should be kept properly is instead thrown casually on the table, which makes people ignore its importance!
As long as it is confirmed to be a codebook, there is a chance to find out the real core code through the set of numbers just now!
Shen Zhifeng looked at the last page of the book: Huiwen simplified edition, the 31st year of the Republic of China, the second printing!
"Have you packed it up?" Shen Zhifeng asked.
A secret agent said: "Don't worry, you won't see it at all!"
They had just restored all the places that had been touched to their original appearance.
Before leaving the house, Shen Zhifeng carefully placed the book in its place, and then hurriedly left with the others.
Ten minutes later, Zhou Mingwei returned home and checked every room, but found no sign that anyone had come in.
He came to the Eight Immortals' table, carefully approached it, and looked carefully for a while. The hair that was originally tucked in the book was gone.
Zhou Mingwei breathed a sigh of relief. He deliberately went out for a walk. In fact, he was just creating "opportunities" for Shen Zhifeng!
So far, the whole thing is moving forward step by step according to Jiang Xinyu's plan...