Yihe Road is a very famous street in Songhu.

The people who live here are either rich or expensive. On both sides of the road, there are all kinds of small western-style buildings.

Most of them are two-storey. There are also three-story ones. It's all a detached family.

Zhang Yong is also here for the first time.

Lou Qingcheng's home is at No. 76. A very coincidental number.

It is a red brick building. Surrounded by tall flowers and trees. Tree-lined landscape. You can't see what's inside.

Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi were both worried about an ambush and were extremely vigilant. Hold the gun in hand.

Zhang Yong didn't dare to take it lightly.

He could only find the Japanese. It's bad if it's not Japanese.

The map shows that there are no Japanese inside. However, there may be a hired caretaker or something. These people also have guns in their hands. If you get shot, you're in trouble.

Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

Technical unlocking.

Enter.

There was no one inside.

rushed all the way to the door of the small western-style building. A young woman came out of it.

He was in his early twenties. It is the most beautiful time in a woman's life. Wearing a light blue cheongsam. The figure is slim and swaying.

Secretly scolded the mother.

It's really good cabbage to make the pig arch.

Lou Qingcheng, a hidden Japanese, actually married such a beautiful Chinese girl.

Damn it.

No way.

When I go back, I have to beat him up myself.

"You are ......"

"Oh, we're friends with Lou Qingcheng."

"Friends?"

The young woman was suspicious and frightened.

But I saw the guns in the hands of the people. Carrying a gun to the door, he said that he was a friend of Lou Qingcheng?

"Let's go in and talk."

"Don't ......"

"Miss, we are from the Secret Service of the Lixing Society."

"Huh?"

The young woman was astonished.

She never imagined that the man she lived with would have a relationship with a spy.

I didn't dare to stop it. I was nervous.

Enter the small western-style building.

The décor inside is gorgeous. It costs a lot of money just a glance.

Damn it.

Determined to go back and beat Lou Qingcheng twice.

"Come ......"

"Miss, your last name."

"My surname is Pei."

"Pei what?"

"Pei Lan."

"Miss Pei Lan, when did you marry Lou Qingcheng?"

"We didn't get married......"

"And when did you start living together?"

"...... half a year ago"

"Did you find any special circumstances for Lou Qingcheng?"

"You want to know ......"

Pei Lan frowned.

She couldn't figure out the intention of Zhang Yong and others.

Zhang Yong had a direct showdown, "Lou Qingcheng is Japanese. He has been hiding here in disguise as a Chinese for many years. ”

"What?" Pei Lan's eyes suddenly widened, and her face was full of incredulity.

Is Lou Qingcheng Japanese?

Or is it hidden?

She had a vague sense that something was wrong. Almost thought of the worst.

"I hope you will cooperate well with the investigation."

"I, I don't know anything. Really, I don't know anything......"

"Calm down. Miss Pei. ”

Zhang Yong remained silent. His face gradually turned cold.

You don't know anything?

Do you think I'll believe it?

"Search!"

"Yes!"

Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi began to search.

Pei Lan looked uneasy. I've been rubbing the corners of my clothes. And he kept biting his lip.

Zhang Yong didn't speak either.

He's the apple that jumps into the chessboard. I don't know how to play chess.

However, what he is best at is knocking the pieces straight into the air. On the chessboard, no piece is his opponent.

To put it bluntly, for Japanese spies, he is now completely a dimensionality reduction strike.

"Report! Discover the radio! ”

Suddenly, Zhong Yang shouted in the corridor on the second floor.

Zhang Yong nodded. The heart is not shocked. This is nothing new.

Lou Qingcheng must be a Japanese spy. There must be a radio station.

He hid it so deeply, and it was naturally the most suitable to put the radio station in his house.

Who would rush to his house and search for it?

It is estimated that he is the only one Zhang Yong.

Dare not say a word, and drag Lou Qingcheng back to Lixing Society, only he Zhang Yong.

He doesn't care what the other party's identity is. As long as it is a hidden Japanese, arrest it immediately. A good hidden identity, either a traitor or a thief, will never be caught wrong.

You see, it is now.

The radio stations were all searched. A hundred Lou Qingcheng are also dead.

"Ah......h

"He ......"

Pei Lan's face turned pale suddenly.

At this moment, even if she is an idiot, she knows the seriousness of the consequences.

There's a radio station in the house!

"But no codebook was found." Soon, Zhong Yang reported again.

Zhang Yong looked at Pei Lan.

Pei Lan was already paralyzed on the ground. Frightened and unable to control themselves.

"I don't know ......"

"I don't know ......"

She kept muttering to herself. But I was scared.

Zhang Yong didn't speak either.

waited for her to calm down a little, and then said slowly: "Lou Qingcheng, do you have any dealings with Meng Chaowei?" ”

"Who is Meng Chaowei?" Pei Lan showed a puzzled look.

"What about Lin Xiaoyan?"

Lin ...... You said that Yinghua Elementary School music teacher? ”

"Yes."

"He, he ......"

Pei Lan wanted to speak and stopped.

Finally, he gritted his teeth fiercely. I actually stood up.

"Say it."

"Recognize. They often date in secret. I've also tracked it twice. They thought I didn't know. Hmph, I ......"

"When and where are they dating? Write it out. ”

"Good!"

Pei Lan really took a pen and paper and began to write.

She reads. And the words are not bad. Beautiful. Neat. It is estimated that there are few people in the entire secret service who have her handwriting well.

"What do you do?"

"I used to teach at Jinling Girls' High School. I teach ancient Chinese. ”

"Oh......"

Jinling Girls' High School. Very famous.

However, two years later it was also tragic. It is hoped that the historical tragedy will not be repeated.

We must do our best to make all the innocent people in Jinling City evacuate in advance. so as not to suffer from the poisonous hands of the Japanese invaders.

How much can be done.

Soon, Pei Lan wrote it and handed it to Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong took it over, looked at it carefully, and found that Lou Qingcheng and Lin Xiaoyan had a lot of dates.

Basically, once a week. No wonder Pei Lan is jealous. Any woman would have been like that.

Very good. This time it was a great harvest.

Lin Xiaoyan, Lou Qingcheng. It's strung together in a line.

It is certain that this Lou Qingcheng is definitely a member of a certain Japanese spy team.

Maybe it's Lin Xiaoyan's own group.

When others crack the Japanese spy case, they follow the line and string the beads together. But he, Zhang Yong, did the opposite, first finding out the beads one by one, and then finding the thread in them.

Different means to the same end. The result is all the same.

Continue to scan along Lou Qingcheng's circle of friends, and other Japanese spies will continue to appear.

"I won't arrest you. As long as you cooperate. ”

"You say."

"Don't leak the news. Let's just say that Lou Qingcheng went to Guangzhou. You don't know exactly what to do. If someone comes to Lou Qingcheng, you can call me. ”

"Okay."

"You will write down Lou Qingcheng's social relationships, the people you usually have dealings with, as long as you know them. Then leave it to me. ”

"Okay."

"You're smart and don't want to risk your own life, right?"

"I understand!"

"Good!"

Zhang Yong nodded.

Talking to smart people is simple.

He is not afraid of what Pei Lan is playing behind his back. The Japanese have all been arrested, what is she?

Bring the radio station along. Then leave. Come back and report to Li Boqi.

"Don't report this yet." Li Boqi said in a low voice.

"Understood." Zhang Yong nodded in agreement.

"What do you understand?"

"I ......"

"Squeeze Lou Qingcheng's oil and water first. Cash floats, pockets for safety. When the extraction is almost done, report it. Last time Meng Chaowei, we lost. The majority of the head is taken by others. This time, we can't be so stupid. There are some things that can't be carried forward in style. Some interrogations, do not record. ”

"Understood."

Zhang Yong nodded. This time I really got it.

It's good to follow such a boss.

That's how motivating you are!

Go and squeeze Lou Qingcheng's oil and water immediately!