Hua Kezhi leaned on the bedside, holding a cigarette in his hand, one foot on the stool, and he was browsing a book of "Liangyou Pictorial" at a glance.
He knew very well that judging from Fang Yongyan's actions, he must have gone out to contact the intelligence agent, otherwise there would be no need to hide it from him.
Hua Kezhi has always had great respect for this rigorous partner. As long as Fang Yongyan puts forward opinions, he rarely objects.
Hua Kezhi sat up, put out his cigarette butt in the ashtray, and said to himself: "I've finished reading this book, let's look for others..."
There is a high and low cabinet in the bedroom. In addition to placing various books and newspapers, there are also some daily necessities, including alarm clocks, water cups, tea boxes, etc.
Hua Kezhi likes to be active rather than quiet. He is not a person who likes reading books and newspapers. He is really bored with nothing to do.
After searching for five or six minutes, he found that he had read all the books and magazines. He sighed in disappointment and threw a book in his hand over.
My original intention was to throw the book into the bookcase, but I didn't expect to go in the wrong direction and knocked over the thermos bottle placed on the top of the cabinet. A full bottle of boiling water suddenly poured down.
Hua Kezhi hurriedly found a rag to wipe the water stains. Many books and periodicals were soaked by the water. He had to take out all the books and magazines and place them one by one on the floor.
"Hey, what's going on?"
The wooden cabinets that had been soaked in boiling water had a layer of skin on the bottom. Hua Kezhi touched it with his hand and found it was sticky. He lifted his nose and smelled it, and there was a smell of industrial glue.
He immediately understood that after the glue encountered high temperatures, the camouflage on the surface automatically lifted up, and there must be a hidden grid underneath.
In Fang Yongyan's room, what else could be hidden in the secret room?
It doesn't take much thinking to guess that it's either a radio station or other important documents.
Discovering this secret accidentally, Hua Kezhi stood there stunned for a while, and then realized that if the water leaked into the secret compartment, the radio station files would not be damaged.
He first stretched out his hand to try, and then pushed hard, and the board immediately slid to the other side, revealing a three-foot-square hidden compartment with a brown leather suitcase inside.
Hua Kezhi took out the suitcase and hurriedly wiped the water stains on it. Was the suitcase locked? He couldn't care less and found a screwdriver to pry open the lock.
Is there really a radio station inside? There is also a blue-covered diary beside it.
Hua Kezhi breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was handled promptly and decisively. The radio station was not exposed to water. There were just some water stains on the surface of the suitcase.
The radio station, diary, and Hua Kezhi were not touched at all. He wiped the suitcase clean and put it back into the secret compartment. The raised disguise? He could only wait for Fang Yongyan to come back.
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The ID was in Fang Yongyan's left pocket. The address on it was not detailed. It should have been No. 103 Pingjiang Road, but now it is No. 13 Pingjiang Road, leaving a bullet hole in the middle.
The bullet penetrated through the lower edge of the document and hit Fang Yongyan in the heart.
"Webmaster, the address is incomplete. How can we find Fang Yongyan's residence?" Dong Gang asked.
Zhou Weilong looked out of the car window. There were many old people gathered together on the street to chat, so he said, "Can you get out of the car and find out? Is there No. 1003 on Pingjiang Road? To be polite? Just say I'm looking for a long-lost friend."
Dong Gang agreed and got out of the car, then quickly returned to the car and said: "They said that Pingjiang Road does not have such a big house number, and it is only over 900."
Zhou Weilong smiled slightly: "That's easy. We only need to check ten households to find Fang Yongyan's hometown."
This is a very simple method. Starting from 103, 113, 123, 133... and continuing to 193, there must be one house where Fang Yongyan lives.
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Fang Yongyan stared at the gray sky with wide eyes. He imagined that he would sacrifice one day, but he did not expect that he would die in the hands of Qiao Zhendong, who could not even hold a gun.
Xu Siqi had a cigarette in his mouth and listened to the patrol leader's report on what happened. There was no emotion on his face, but in fact his heart was like a pot of boiling water.
There were witnesses at the scene who described the murderer in detail.
Xu Siqi understood as soon as he heard it, it was Qiao Zhendong!
So careless, how could such a serious mistake happen?
I thought I had discovered Li Shiqun's conspiracy, but I didn't expect that there was a secret service hiding in the dark!
Looking at Fang Yongyan's body, Xu Siqi's heart was bleeding. The comrade who had always supported each other in life and death had just left him.
Knowing that Qiao Zhendong knew Fang Yongyan and was a potential danger, why didn't you be more decisive and shoot him directly on Xue Huali Road?
In fact, Xu Siqi knew very well that if he had shot and killed someone at that time, he would have been suspected of murder and silence.
——Qiao Zhendong has lost the ability to resist, why not stay alive?
Zhou Weilong would definitely think so.
No one could have imagined that today would happen. If we could have predicted a scene like today, we would have to get rid of this scourge even if we were a little bit suspicious!
Time cannot be turned back, and there are no what-ifs.
There's no point regretting it now, the big mistake has been made.
"Does anyone know the deceased?" the patrol leader turned around and asked the other patrol officers.
The patrolmen shook their heads one after another. In such a big city, how could one meet an acquaintance by chance?
Xu Siqi's heart moved and he quickly asked: "Is there no ID on the deceased?"
The inspector said: "I checked and found nothing."
Xu Siqi squatted down, reached out and touched Fang Yongyan's pocket, and finally took out a fragment of the document from his left pocket.
His heart suddenly sank. The matter could not be clearer. It was not that Fang Yongyan did not bring his ID, but that it was taken away by people from the Secret Service.
What did the Secret Service do with the documents?
Obviously, Fang Yongyan's residence must be searched.
Xu Siqi knew that since he discovered that there was a spy hidden in the organization, Fang Yongyan didn't even need a reporter. He knew how to send a message himself, so he did everything himself to maintain maximum confidentiality.
Zhou Weilong must have thought of this problem because of his cunning nature.
Xu Siqi secretly made up his mind to get the radio station before the agents!
The question is, where does Fang Yongyan live? "Besides the murderer, are there any other suspicious persons?" Xu Siqi made a routine inquiry while reading the transcripts of witnesses.
A patrol officer said respectfully: "At the time of the incident, a suspicious vehicle appeared nearby. After verification, it was confirmed that the car was Director Zou of Dafeng Cotton Mill and his party. After confirming that there was no Ivan in the car, they were let go.
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"Director Zou must have gone to the industrial zone, right?" Xu Siqi asked casually.
The patrolman replied: "No. Director Zou went to the east section of Pingjiang Road and said he was visiting a friend."
At this time, Zhou Weilong should return to Huajie immediately and go in the opposite direction to the eastern section of Pingjiang Road. There is no doubt that he must want to search Fang Yongyan's residence as soon as possible!