Xu Siqi, Jiang Bin, and Zheng Zheng drove to Huasheng Road. Behind them were a police van with at least twenty heavily armed police officers.
After all, this matter is not confirmed, it is just Jiang Bin’s analysis and speculation.
Xu Siqi did not report it, and within the scope of the rights of the Huasheng Inspector, he led people to Huasheng Road to conduct a search.
With such a good opportunity, if you hesitate even a little bit, you may be seriously doubted by Jiang Binhe.
Therefore, Xu Siqi must show a positive side.
He had no choice.
Huasheng Road is named after the nearby Huasheng Silk Factory.
Huasheng Silk Factory was founded in the fifth year of the Republic of China and is one of the factories with the longest history in the British Concession.
Before arriving, I carefully checked the household registration of Huasheng Road. There are a total of 19 people with the surname Zhang on Huasheng Road.
Among the 19 people, there were six elderly people over 50 and eight teenagers under the age of 15. From a probability perspective, it was obviously unlikely that they were the telegraph operators.
According to common sense, the age of the dispatcher should be between 18 and 40 years old.
This is due to locking the specific address.
If an investigation were to be carried out within the entire concession, at least hundreds of people would be involved. If that were the case, the radio operator would have been transferred in advance before anyone could be found.
In the driving Ford sedan, driven by Zheng Zheng, who loves driving, Xu Siqi and Jiang Bin are sitting in the back, and they are studying your household registration list.
Jiang Bin asked: "Major Xu, among these six people, who do you think is the most suspicious."
Xu Siqi glanced at the list and said: "It's hard to say, everyone is suspected, anyone is possible. If I have to choose one, let's Zhang Zesheng."
"Why Zhang Zesheng?"
"Three years ago, he participated in a demonstration organized by the Communist Party in China and distributed prohibited leaflets along the way. It is normal for such a person to join the Communist Party."
In fact, Xu Siqi secretly investigated and found that Zhang Zesheng was just a passionate young man with red tendencies and had nothing to do with the Shanghai underground party.
The reason why he said this was to try to buy the dispatcher as much time as possible.
Huasheng Road is not a big place, and if the police came to search for Communists, as long as the radio operator was a little more alert, they would have a chance to transfer the radio station.
Jiang Bin said: "I admire you. Major Xu was able to find out everything about what happened three years ago."
"As soon as I arrived as Detective Inspector Hua, all the lists of red suspects were placed on my desk, and I couldn't even think about them," Xu Siqi replied.
"After so long, it's time to reach a conclusion about whether Zhang Zesheng is a communist, right?"
"There are too many suspects on the list, and we have to check them one by one. Regarding Zhang Zesheng's situation, I gave Zheng Zheng the responsibility for the investigation. Zheng Zheng, is there any result?"
The car slowly drove onto Huasheng Road.
He said solemnly: "That guy used to be very active, but recently he suddenly became more honest..."
Jiang Bin immediately said: "Then start with Zhang Zesheng. Major Xu, what do you mean?"
"I agree."
Xu Siqi knew very well that it was precisely because Zhang Zesheng suddenly became honest that Jiang Bin became suspicious.
The Ford sedan slowly parked on the street.
The police car that followed also stopped, and the patrol officers got out of the car one after another. Under the command of the patrol chief, they lined up in two rows.
Xu Siqi looked at everyone and ordered: "Everyone keep quiet and don't make any noise. Target No. 239 Tonglefang, take action!"
No. 239 Tonglefang is Zhang Zesheng’s residence.
Tuk Tuk!
A patrolman knocked on the door.
After a while, a lazy voice came from inside the house: "Which one are you looking for at midnight?"
"Routine inspection of the patrol room." the patrol officer replied.
The door light comes on.
A young man with a square face—Zhang Zesheng—opened the door and looked at the dark patrol outside the door, somewhat at a loss.
The police officers swarmed in and controlled the panicked Zhang Zesheng.
"Search!"
Xu Siqi gave the order.
The patrolmen began to search through boxes and cabinets.
Zhang Zesheng is not alone in this house. He lives with his parents.
Zhang Zesheng lives in the west wing, and his parents live in the upper room.
At this moment, the old couple were also summoned by the patrol, waiting to search the room.
Ten minutes later, three Communist Party books that were banned in the concession were found in Zhang Zesheng's bedroom.
In addition, a diary was also found.
Zheng Zheng flipped through a few pages and found that the contents of the diary in the recent period were all related to a girl named Liu Dongdong.
It can be seen between the lines that Zhang Zesheng developed an admiration for Liu Dongdong.
Luohua is ruthless and the girl ignores him at all.
As a result, Zhang Zesheng gave up on himself and stayed at home all day long feeling sorry for himself. His emotional setbacks made him unable to recover.
This is why he suddenly became honest.
"I protest, you have no right to peek into my diary!"
Zhang Zesheng roared angrily.
He sneered solemnly and said: "Privately possessing prohibited books will result in detention for at least one month. If you protest, I will add another one for you, openly resisting patrol law enforcement!"
Father Zhang stood aside and bowed repeatedly: "The child is ignorant, police officer, you don't care about the villain's fault, please forgive him this time..."
"He is twenty-five or six years old, and you still treat him as a child?"
One of the inspectors asked in a choked voice.
Zhang's father kept his smile and explained obediently, trying to excuse his son as much as possible.
The dogs barked one after another and never stopped for a moment.
As long as the radio operator is alert, he should at least come out to inquire about the situation. Huasheng Road is not under martial law and you can still come and go at will.
Xu Siqi knew that there was another household named Zhang nearby.
No. 120 Tonglefang, Zhang Yafan’s home.
Neither Jiang Bin nor Xu Siqi could be sure which one was the Communist Party's telegraph operator.
Xu Siqi was not particularly worried.
If you can think of the patrols and searches for the residents named Zhang, the radio operator should immediately move the radio station away. Even if it is temporarily hidden in a corner nearby, it is better than being searched out of the house.
As long as the radio station cannot be found, suspicion of being a communist will be eliminated.
After all, the only physical evidence that can prove the identity of the transmitter is two high-power radios.
"The crime of hiding prohibited books is not a small one. If anyone comes, please put Zhang Zesheng in the car first!"
Xu Siqi ordered.
The bigger the noise, the greater the chance for the caller.
Although no radio stations were found, books related to the Communist Party were found. It is really hard to say whether Zhang Zesheng is a Communist or not.
Therefore, there is nothing wrong with what Xu Siqi did.
Arrive in front of No. 120 Tonglefang.
It was dark inside the house, and it was impossible to tell whether anyone was there or not.
Tuk Tuk!
A patrolman knocked on the door.
After a while, the lights in the house came on.
"Who is it?"
A man asked loudly through the door panel.
"The patrol room is open for routine inspection," the patrol officer replied.