In the luggage of the fake disabled person, in addition to the 50,000 yuan money order that Zhang Xingjian lost just now, there were many other things.
There are six cowhide wallets alone, as well as tobacco, alcohol, groceries, and all kinds of stolen goods.
In this age of material scarcity, almost everything is worth some money and can be sold.
But what worried Du Fei the most was not these things, but a very small microfilm. This microfilm, less than a quarter of the size of a normal roll, was obviously not for normal people to use.
This made Du Fei think of spies for the first time!
Of course, it's not that this thief is a spy, but that this guy stole something belonging to a spy on this train! .??.
Thinking of this, Du Fei stretched out his hand to pick up the microfilm
The policeman on the side said quickly: "Hey! Comrade, these are evidences and cannot be touched casually!" Du Fei showed no expression on his face and took out a small red notebook from his pocket.
This was given by Zhu's father before this trip. He and Zhu Ting were each given one. The high-level positions were only temporary. They had to take them back when they came back from Xiangjiang. The three policemen looked at them and were all surprised. After inspection, they immediately stood at attention and saluted. He shouted "Hello, Chief"!
Du Fei returned the certificate with respectful hands, nodded, and reached out to pick up the microfilm.
He didn't know much about this kind of thing. When he was very young before time travel, he went to a photo studio to see it. When he became an adult, mobile phone photography became popular.
The only time I used a film camera was when I was in college. I went traveling near the school and borrowed a point-and-shoot camera from my classmates.
In the end, he really became a 'fool'!
Because I had never used it before, there was no card owner when loading the film. As a result, I took more than 30 pictures. The film in the camera did not move at all, and it was all reflected on the first negative.
Since that time, Du Fei has always been obsessed with film cameras. He didn't expect to see such a thing again after so many years.
Du Fei didn't dare to touch the film after he got it. This kind of film would be damaged as soon as it was exposed. He planned to ask Zhu Ting later to see if she understood.
He turned to the policeman and asked, "Who were you arresting just now?"
The veteran policeman in charge immediately replied: "Lock him up in a single room at the back of the car."
The young policeman on the side suddenly realized it and thought to himself, no wonder he could find the prisoner so quickly. He turned out to be the head of a higher-level unit!
He quickly led Du Fei to the place where the thief was being held.
Another young police officer is guarding here, preparing to hand the man over to the local railway police at the next station.
When Du Fei entered, the thief was handcuffed under the coffee table in dejection.
There was an iron pillar under the coffee table that was very strong and prevented him from sitting on the bunk, so he could only squat under the small coffee table. Seeing Du Fei come in, the thief glanced at him and said nothing, acting like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.
Du Fei didn't talk nonsense to him, he took out the microfilm and asked: "What is this? Where does it come from?"
The thief glanced at it and turned his head: "I don't know, I am a good person, not a cripple at all, and I have never stolen anything."
Du Fei snorted: "Whether you are a thief or not is not up to me, that is the responsibility of the police." The man was stunned. He thought Du Fei was also a police officer, but hearing this tone, he was not!
Du Fei said calmly: "If you refuse to tell where this comes from, then I can only assume that it is yours and conclude that you are a spy sent by the enemy."
When the thief heard this, he immediately became furious. He made a "bang" sound and wanted to stand up, but he hit the coffee table hard.
The pain caused him to gasp in pain, but he quickly yelled: "No, the government, the government! I am just a petty thief, but I have never done anything like that. The government..."
Du Fei said with a half-smile, "Never done it before?"
"I've never done it! I've never done it before!" the thief swore.
Du Fei asked back to the original question: "Where did this film come from?"
This time the boy was honest. He gulped and thought carefully: "This...this was taken from the third carriage and placed in an artificial leather bag..."
"Third carriage?" Du Fei frowned and asked carefully about the seats. He immediately called three police officers to untie the thief and identify him.
However, when they arrived at Car No. 3, an old lady in her sixties sat in the seat identified by the thief.
When I asked the people nearby, I found that the people who were sitting here had already gotten off the car.
I originally said I was going to Hefei, but for some unknown reason, I suddenly left. In fact, Du Fei could have guessed this result.
After all, according to the thief's explanation, he has been stealing from this person's pocket for a short time.
If that person was really a spy, he would have been a thief with a guilty conscience. But when he suddenly discovered that his pocket was gone, he must have been frightened.
If you change to Du Fei, you should immediately find the nearest train station and get off.
It was almost two hours later when Du Fei returned to the soft sleeper box.
Zhu Ting had been waiting impatiently for a long time. As soon as she came in, she asked: "What's going on? Why did you stay here for so long?"
Du Fei briefly explained the situation.
Then he took out the microfilm and put it in Zhu Ting's room.
He asked in front of him: "Do you recognize this thing?"
Zhu Ting glanced at it and frowned: "Film? Why is it so small?" Du Fei said: "It should be for a miniature camera." Zhu Ting reacted quickly and exclaimed: "It's a spy!"
Du Fei nodded and Zhu Ting hurriedly asked: "Where are the people?"
Du Fei shook his head and said he had run away early, then asked again: "Can you handle this?"
Zhu Ting looked at the microfilm: "It should be no problem~ I can develop ordinary camera film, this should be the same principle."
As he said that, he picked up the microfilm and looked at it. He carefully stretched out a small section from the film box with his hands, then said "Hey" and pulled out a longer section from the inside.
Du Fei was startled by her, and then realized that the film had been developed and there was no exposure problem.
This made him secretly relieved
She immediately took the film from Zhu Ting's hand, held it in front of her eyes and looked at the bright light outside the window.
Sure enough, the negatives of the film were not normal portraits, but a large number of paper documents, some with red heads, some printed, and some handwritten.
Now it can be concluded that the owner of this film is a spy
However, these negatives were too small, no bigger than a fingernail. Du Fei could only take a rough look and could not determine the specific content.
He couldn't help but be a little disappointed
I simply put the film away and made a mental plan to wait until Jiangxi, hand the film over to the relevant departments there, and let them take over for investigation.
At this moment, there was a sudden "dong dong dong" knock on the door. Du Fei asked "Who?"
"Hello, Chief, there is something new here!" The veteran policeman's voice came from outside. Du Fei responded and opened the door. He saw the veteran policeman carrying a blue cloth bag.
The old police officer handed the bag to Du Fei and explained: "Chief, that guy threw all the useless things into the trash can. We just checked and thought this might be useful to you."
Du Fei took the bag, opened it and took a look inside
Inside were two notebooks wrapped in plastic, as well as some miscellaneous things, which should be documents and letters of introduction.
Du Fei said "thank you" and sent the old police officer away.
After closing the door, Zhu Ting came over and asked, "What is it?"
Du Fei asked her to clear out the small coffee table in the private room, take out the things inside and put them on the table. First, there were two blue notebooks, and then there were the certificates.
Put it on the coffee table, Zhu Ting picked it up and looked through it, there were some from the police, some from the military, There are also several household registers with different names.
Then there are the letters of introduction. The letters of introduction issued from different units are all blank but stamped with official seals.
Some are going to Shanghai, some are going to Yangzhou, some are going to Hangzhou...
Du Fei didn't care too much about this. After taking it all out, he picked up a notebook and flipped through it. He had already written more than half of the notebook, but the content of each page was not much, and there were four groups of passwords.
Zhu Ting picked up another notebook and opened it. It was exactly the same as this one. It also contained passwords that could not be translated without a codebook.
This made Du Fei and Zhu Ting very disappointed. It was definitely something belonging to the spy, but it was a pity that it was of no use.
He could only turn it over to the relevant departments to see if they could crack it. Du Fei closed the notebook and was about to put it back. But at this moment, Zhu Ting suddenly said "Hey"
Du Fei asked "What's wrong?" "Look!" Zhu Ting sent the notebook over
Du Fei's eyes narrowed, and it turned out that there was a page sandwiched in the middle of the notebook, with dozens of names densely written on it!
Du Fei and Zhu Ting looked at each other and couldn't help but feel excited. What list is this? What's its significance? In an instant, all kinds of thoughts poured out of their minds.
Du Fei took the list and went through it with Zhu Ting from beginning to end to see if he could find anyone he knew in it.
A few minutes later, Zhu Ting shook her head and said she didn’t know him.
Du Fei was a little hesitant, frowning and staring at one of the names - Ran Zhicun! Seeing this name, Du Fei couldn't help but think of Teacher Ran. The surname Ran is not a big one, and there are not many people with the surname Ran in his life.
Anyway, apart from Teacher Ran, Du Fei has never met anyone else with the surname Ran. Who is this Ran Zhicun? Could it be related to Teacher Ran? Could it have something to do with Teacher Ran's parents being arrested before?
Also, after Mr. Men was killed, what happened to Teacher Ran’s sudden disappearance?
Through this name, Du Fei connected these situations together, and increasingly realized that there was something complicated here. It was a pity that there was no way to verify the origin of Ran Zhicun on the train.
Zhu Ting saw Du Fei deep in thought and did not dare to disturb him. After waiting for a long time, she asked: "What's wrong? Did you find anything?"
Du Fei shook his head and said: "It's not really a discovery, let's talk about it later~"
Zhu Ting didn't ask any more questions. Their top priority now was to go south to Xiangjiang. Everything else was just trivial matters.
In the evening, Yang Shu and Zhang Xingjian came over again and expressed their gratitude to Du Fei.
This time, thanks to Du Fei, Zhang Xingjian repeatedly invited me. When I return to the capital, I must go to Quanjude to express my gratitude.