Nerve.....

A section chief dares to promise the post of section chief, is this party mediator so wild in what he says and does?

Zhou Qinghe shook his head speechlessly, went directly to Wang Yong, and continued the class.

I hope He Xiaofeng won't let him down today.

What's the matter with a 28-year-old who comes home so early?

Huangpu Road, small park.

"Today is the same as yesterday?"

"I can't say it's exactly the same, it's just a few minutes away."

As soon as Zhou Qinghe arrived, Wang Yong began to complain.

"I've changed a batch of tea drinkers, and if he wants to drink tea like this every day, all my people will have to be drunk by him."

Wang Yong found out that drinking tea is still a good way to get rid of surveillance.

His forty people seem to be a lot, but one person can drink tea for four or five days in an hour, and the next person who goes up to the second floor to watch should repeat.

Repeat it a few more times, and the fool knows that there is a problem.

Drinking tea is not a problem, but if it is a different tea house or these people, this is the problem.

Zhou Qinghe also sat down on a chair in the park, but he didn't see a watermelon, and he still wanted to eat it.

"Why don't you eat watermelon today?"

"Even the watermelon seller has changed positions."

Heh, hehe, there is a lot of resentment, Zhou Qinghe chuckled: "Don't worry, the turtle in this urn can't run out." ”

"Section Chief, what do you think he's looking at?" Wang Yong thought about it for two days but didn't come up with a reason.

"It doesn't matter what he looks at." Zhou Qinghe's tone was fluttering.

It's troublesome to guess, Zhou Qinghe is too lazy to guess.

He figured it out, and it would be too hard to worry about the Japanese spy plan in Nanjing.

It's okay to be reckless.

If Wang Yong can discover He Xiaofeng's purpose during the tracking period, it would be the best.

If Wang Yong can't find out, then he will be arrested directly, interrogated directly, and under torture, Zhou Qinghe really doesn't believe that He Xiaofeng can withstand it.

Anyway, his purpose was to train his tracking.

When He Xiaofeng found him, the game was over.

But this He Xiaofeng is really not very obedient, he always sits like this and doesn't move around, what's the matter?

The whole day of action, walking for only two minutes, this class is too ineffective.

"Is it possible that he was in contact with his comrades, but you didn't notice?" Zhou Qinghe thought about it and asked.

He Xiaofeng should be a leader, the so-called leader is a word, and he breaks his leg below, if he can catch his subordinates, it will definitely be more interesting to follow his subordinates.

Wang Yong nodded: "There must be a possibility, but the two people who came into contact yesterday have already checked, and there is really nothing suspicious on the surface."

Today I also did some extra measures, I took pictures of all the people who appeared around him, and if the same person appeared multiple times in a few days, we could find out then. ”

With the section chief to speak, he has taken a lot of film, Wang Yong has discovered the real strength of the section chief, and when it comes to this, other departments are very talkative.

Why didn't he study medicine back then?

Zhou Qinghe nodded slightly, it can be regarded as a way, the spies are as short as one or two days, and as long as seven or eight days, they must contact each other once to confirm whether the other party is safe.

Otherwise, I don't know if something happened.

The way is not necessarily to meet, a sign, a pot of flowers, a signboard are all possible.

It depends on the status.

Most of those like He Xiaofeng, who are likely to be superiors, may have gone somewhere to confirm the existence of something to confirm the safety of their subordinates.

Or just meet in person.

In other words, it was his subordinates who sent a signal for He Xiaofeng to know, not He Xiaofeng who sent a signal to let his subordinates know.

This is the power that belongs to the superiors, to avoid the subordinates being caught, to bite him out.

As for what to do if the superior is caught? Naturally, the subordinates have no human rights.

So there should be someone or something to see He Xiaofeng.

The time came to nearly 5 o'clock, as usual, He Xiaofeng got off the teahouse and walked to the door of the Whampoa Military Academy, waited for the military academy to blow the dinner trumpet, and then ate a bowl of noodles and called a rickshaw to leave.

Zhou Qinghe's tracking class didn't last long, and as He Xiaofeng entered Nun Lane, he announced that the class would be over.

The only thing I got today was a lot of photos.

"Send it to the technical room and let them wash it out as soon as possible."

"Yes."

......

In the evening, the training ground in the suburbs.

Bang.

Bang bang.

The two human figures who had taken off their shirts were engaged in a fierce confrontation, and between the fists and shadows, they were wrapped in bursts of low shouts and muffled hums.

The skills in the army do not pay attention to the bells and whistles, but only pay attention to the fatality of one hit.

As a veteran instructor, Wang Yong's strength is undoubted, but soon, he was kicked back a few steps by Zhou Qinghe's reflexive flying and almost fell.

"It's a good kick." Wang Yong clutched his injured chest and abdomen and patted his ass.

"You're fighting back?" Zhou Qinghe shouted dissatisfiedly.

This Wang Yong is always afraid of hurting his hands and brains, and when he shoots, he thinks about controlling his strength, how can he fight well?

It's not fun at all!

"Don't dare." Wang Yong smiled.

How expensive are surgeons' hands? If a person accidentally breaks the section chief's arm, not even an arm, even a finger, it will be a big fault.

"You're boring." Zhou Qinghe didn't force him, but pointed at him in disgust.

Practice is not to watch, Wang Yong always appears in the form of a sandbag, which is almost the taste of life and death.

It's not that he Zhou Qing and his skin is itchy, it's that if he doesn't practice today, he may die tomorrow.

The principle of practicing martial arts should be the same as the principle of practicing surgery.

If you're afraid of the dead, you won't be able to learn.

"Section chief, in fact, you are making rapid progress, otherwise I will definitely be able to play with ease, and it is impossible to be beaten."

No matter what Wang Yong said, he is also an instructor in the army who relies on his strength, if the level of the other side is poor, how can he kick him.

"Hmph." Zhou Qinghe didn't say much to him, picked up the water cup on the ground and poured it into his mouth.

If Ming'er wants to change some opponents, Wang Yong will find some cooperation if he doesn't cooperate, such as the Japanese in prison.

It is believed that between life and death, Japanese warriors will be extremely cooperative.

After the training, it was another day, and Zhou Qinghe came to follow after finishing his class at school.

However, He Xiaofeng's whereabouts remain largely unchanged.

This made Zhou Qinghe not very happy, this class was a bit grinding and a bit of a waste of time.

Except that BFIPU had obtained another set of photographs, nothing else had been gained.

"Captain, yesterday's photo has been washed out."

Surveillance point, the subordinate sent a photo.

Nowadays, film washing is more laborious, and it is necessary to use special potions to wash in the darkroom, so many sheets, one wash is a day.

"Let's leave it there for now." Wang Yong looked at a few photos of He Xiaofeng observing the Executive Yuan getting off work, and then put the photos down.

A single group is useless, so why do you have to do another group of comparisons.

However, this is enough for Zhou Qinghe.

"Give it to me." Zhou Qinghe took the photos and drew a few at random, and found that the order was different from the memory in his mind.

"Why don't you come in order?"

"Huh?" The subordinate was stunned, touched his head and said, "There are too many photos, and the potion pool is all floating, and the people in the technical department haven't paid attention to it." ”

"Make it clear to them next time, pay attention." Wang Yong said.

The subordinate smiled and apologized, "The main thing is that there are too many lives, and they may be in a hurry." ”

He was embarrassed to say that when he went to get it, he was scolded by the technical room a few times, so many photos, washing people.

"Forget it, it's fine."

Zhou Qinghe flipped through the photos and looked at the table, there were a lot of things on it, so he simply went upstairs.

"Wang Yong, you come to help."

Entering the bedroom, Zhou Qinghe set up a stall on the bed.

If the photo is scrambled, then restore it in the form of a puzzle.

The first step is to arrange all the photos.

There are a lot of photos, and there are more than 100 at the entrance of the Executive Yuan alone, the first row, the second row, and the third row......

As the six-and-a-half-row photos were finished, Zhou Qinghe began to recover.

The passage at the entrance of the Executive Yuan was all in his mind, and now that he had a photo, the recovery was a breeze.

Zhou Qinghe's action of exchanging photos was fast, and Wang Yong was dumbfounded.

As the photos are restored one by one, the thoughts that originally looked at the same picture became clearer and clearer, and I felt more and more, yes, yes, this is what happened!

All of He Xiaofeng's activities at the gate of the Executive Yuan have come out!

"Is this all right?"

Wang Yong muttered in surprise over there, more than a hundred photos, these are all happening at the same door, and they are all off work, this can still be sorted out.

This section chief's memory is also amazing!

Wang Yong was already stunned, but he was not hit once or twice, the section chief has strong ability, he has been by his side for so long, he knows best.

When I was training, I was shocked by the progress of the section chief from time to time, and I got used to it.

He was quickly pleasantly surprised: "That's right, I remembered, that's it." ”

"If he looks at it like this every day, as long as he comes for a few more days, we will definitely find out."

Looking at the photo, he quickly recalled what happened yesterday afternoon, and the things in his mind became clearer and clearer.

This photo, when connected, is a movie.

However, for Zhou Qinghe, the person in the most important photo does not exist in his memory.

If you haven't seen it in your memory from the first day of tracking, it certainly isn't.

He picked up the photo and glanced at the three men facing above, and quickly put it down, this one is not, put it down and turn it over.

Move on to the next one, this one is not, and then the next one, this one has someone who has seen it, stay.

A picture is passing by quickly.

Unless the subject's face is particularly unclear due to the angle of the shot, and it takes a little time to distinguish it from other angles, other photos can basically be put down at a glance.

It was originally a special observation, coupled with the strengthening of his memory, so that he could vividly remember the scene that happened at the gate of the Executive Yuan.

With the person on the photo as an anchor point, in just a few minutes, 157 photos were all passed.

157 photos, 16 left.

"Section Chief, what does it mean to turn it over?" Wang Yong waited for Zhou Qinghe to put down the last photo before asking the question that he had been holding back for a long time.

"Pen." Zhou Qinghe stretched out his hand.

Wang Yong flicked his head and took one from the desk by the window.

Zhou Qinghe circled the head of the person with a pen on the photo, and in the 16 photos, he circled 9 people.

Zhou Qinghe got up and looked at Wang Yong and handed over the photo: "It should be one of these nine people, you go and find out the information of these people." ”

"What is this?"

"For three days, people who showed up every day."

"Can you remember so many people in three days??"

"Can you focus on normal?"

"Oh, you're saying that among these nine people, there are people who Xiaofeng observes?"

Wang Yong was shocked by this conclusion.

157 photos of at least 200 people, a group of photos, no control group, this can be narrowed down to 9?

How can it be?

"Nine times out of ten."

Zhou Qing picked up the photos on the bed and piled them together.

Wait until tomorrow to watch another day, focusing on He Xiaofeng's reaction when these nine people appeared, and the scope should still be narrowed.

Washing photos is too slow, and if you wait for photos, you have to wait a few more days.

Thinking of this, he cleaned up the photo.

His medical skills are good, and he should give patients the most professional and best surgical experience.

But you don't need it in terms of memory......

Otherwise, everyone will come to him for help in the future, and he will not die of exhaustion?

There is still some leeway.