Chapter 662: The taskbar is too long

Zhou Yang's face was very bad.

When speculation becomes a fact, no one's mood is good.

Even if you are mentally prepared.

The coroner's inspection results showed that the deceased had indeed suffered inhumane torture in his lifetime.

Almost all of his bones were broken. Therefore, the current appearance looks very strange.

'Deputy Zhou. This way.'

'Okay.'

Zhou Yang followed Zhang Yong over to the side.

Zhang Yong took out the list of missing persons that Zhou Yang had given him last time.

'Is it really true that no one has any secrets?'

'It's really true. I've investigated again and again. Their ranks and positions mean that they couldn't have access to any secrets.'

'That's strange...'

'What did the Japanese spy reveal?'

'That guy was only willing to tell us where the bodies were buried.'

'That bastard...'

'How about this: I'll hand over the Japanese spy to you. You'll be in charge of following up?'

'No. It's not safe on our side.'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong was disappointed.

He had just been daydreaming.

He thought he could pass the rest of the work to Zhou Yang. Then he could go off and enjoy himself.

But Zhou Yang rejected him with just one sentence.

It's not safe. There's a traitor. Those were good reasons.

In fact, if the Japanese spy was taken back to the Security Command, he might die again.

That damned traitor...

He has to do everything. And he doesn't get overtime pay. He's angry. He wants to go on strike.

'I've always had a question...'

'Go on.'

'Why not bury them in a pit? Why must they be left outside?'

'Yes. I can't figure it out either.'

'Sigh...'

Zhou Yang also feels a sense of powerlessness.

At first, he thought it was a simple murder. It was the Japanese invaders taking revenge.

Now, it seems that there are more and more mysteries. Torture. Deliberate exposure. It seems that they are pointing to some kind of strange answer.

'That's right. I want to go to the police station and get some people transferred.'

'You go!'

'Can I do it as a member of the personal staff?'

'No, it's better if you do it as a member of the secret service. If you do it as a member of the personal staff, they'll be scared.'

'Okay, I'll go to the police station and get some people transferred. I'll follow up later.'

'Thanks. Keep me informed if anything happens.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Zhou Yang then led the men back.

As it turned out, the case of missing personnel had turned into a murder case.

There was no longer any chance of the remaining people surviving. But exactly what the situation was would have to be followed up by Zhang Yong.

Since this matter was related to the Japanese spy, only Zhang Yong could take control.

Otherwise, even if the Japanese spy was handed over to the garrison headquarters, it would be a complete mystery. They were completely unprofessional when dealing with Japanese spies.

Zhang Yong went to find the phone again.

He called back to Shi Bingdao.

He came straight to the point, 'I need a few people from the police department. What do you recommend?'

'What kind of people do you want?' Shi Bingdao answered wearily.

'Capable ones. But ones who are being pushed aside,' Zhang Yong said bluntly, "ones who are not doing well in the police department.'

'Forget it then," Shi Bingdao said, "these people won't follow you.'

'Why? I'll pay them," Zhang Yong said angrily.

He felt offended again.

It seems like I haven't done anything wrong!

Why do people keep misunderstanding me?

"Then go to the police station and recruit. They're all money-grubbing.'

'You...'

Zhang Yong had no choice but to hang up the phone.

It seems that people with ability are impossible to find. Never mind. Forget it.

I'll just do as much as I can anyway. This world isn't mine. Why am I working so hard?

I'll just do as much as I can.

For example, now it's time to find the bodies of the victims. So just leave the rest alone.

Find as many as you can today.

If you can't find them all, continue tomorrow. If you can't finish tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after that...

There are still more than 3,000 days between now and 2 September 1945. What's the rush?

'Let's go!'

The Japanese spy is escorted to continue the search.

Sure enough, the second address provided by the Japanese spy is also very far away.

It takes an hour to drive there.

As the largest city in the Far East, Shanghai is still very, very big. After all, it is a big city with more than 4 million people!

No rush.

Take it easy.

Drive leisurely.

Contemplating the feeling of lying flat is really good. Maybe I can go see Gu Xiaoru again tonight?

Anyway, at night it's not working hours...

Work is work.

Private life is private life.

I'm not a model worker. There's no need to roll with Mao Renfeng...

Arrived at the destination.

It's actually a very large warehouse.

The walls are high. Very sturdy. It's similar to the warehouse in Tianjin.

Although the exterior is already very old. And there is no one stationed here. But you can tell at a glance. The owner of this warehouse is definitely not simple.

Hey, the Japanese spies are up to no good!

They actually buried people here. Is that to cause civil unrest?

Find the phone.

Call Li Yuanqing. Ask for the situation.

'You...'

'It's me. I have another address for you. It's not inside the concession, it's outside.'

'I don't know anything about the area outside the concession. Don't ask.'

'Hey, is this your attitude at work? I'm going to complain about you! I'm going to complain to the Ministry of Public Works about you!'

'You!'

Li Yuanqing was defeated.

This bastard. He really couldn't let go.

And complain?

I'm afraid of your complaints?

Okay. It's a bit. I'm afraid this guy has no sense of proportion.

Everyone else is measured in what they do. But Zhang Yong. It's hard to say. Li Yuanqing didn't dare take any chances.

'Address.'

'It's on the Qingpu side. 31 Baishan Road. A big warehouse.'

'It belongs to Du Yuesheng.'

'Are you sure?'

'Believe it or not!'

Li Yuanqing hung up the phone.

He was angry that Zhang Yong had questioned his ability to do his job. He was a veritable walking map.

Not only did he remember every building in the concession, he also had a good impression of the main buildings outside the concession.

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong said to the empty phone.

Whether Li Yuanqing heard him or not, he expressed his gratitude.

He would have to ask him again next time.

If there was a problem, he would ask the organisation for help. Although he was not a member of the organisation, the organisation could not just stand by and do nothing!

What was the purpose of the Red Organisation? It was to save the people from suffering!

He, Zhang Yong, was one of the people suffering!

Hehe.

He looked up and looked at the warehouse.

It's Du Yuesheng's warehouse? That's quite something!

How did the Japanese spy get in? Could it be that there's a traitor inside? Could it be that Du Yuesheng's men are also traitors?

That wouldn't be surprising.

This matter involves Du Yuesheng, so I'm afraid it's going to be a bit complicated.

But...

Zhang Yong is not afraid.

He's already killed Du Yuesheng's men before. What's the big deal about breaking into a warehouse?

Go in.

He found that the warehouse was empty. There was no stored goods. It was as if it had been abandoned.

No wonder there was no one guarding it.

It was true that there was nothing there.

Following the directions of the Japanese spy, he did find the body of a Nationalist lieutenant.

There were also signs of torture. Very obvious signs. There were no fatal injuries. They were all compound injuries. This indicated that the person had died as a result of severe torture.

Once again, he couldn't help but wonder: What information did the Japanese spy want to obtain?

Something just doesn't feel right...

'Boom!'

He kicked the Japanese spy over.

Then he stamped on him twice to vent his anger.

I can't take it anymore.

Zhang Yong couldn't stand it anymore.

The Japanese spy was so ruthless. If he didn't give him a taste of his own medicine, it wouldn't be right.

Damn it...

If you don't hit back, it's not polite!

Arrest him!

Beat him up!

Monitor the map. I found a small red dot nearby.

Good, take someone over there immediately. Prepare to arrest him.

The target is in sight.

It turns out to be the owner of a clothing store. Specialising in all kinds of ready-made clothing.

At the time, ready-made clothing stores were considered quite fashionable. Especially women's ready-made clothing stores. They were very popular. The clothing was also mainly imported.

Arrange the arrest.

There are no weapons in the store. This means there is no major danger.

Zhang Yong goes in first.

He waves two US dollars in his hands. This is used as a cover.

'Boss...'

The clothing store owner immediately welcomed him with a smile.

Zhang Yong held the dollar up in front of the other person's eyes.

'Boss, do you want...'

'To arrest you!'

'What?'

The clothing store owner froze.

Then he was restrained by Shi Hu and the others. He couldn't move.

He didn't have any rope with him. But there were lots of strips of cloth in the clothing store. So he used the strips of cloth to tie him up firmly.

'What are you doing?'

'What are you doing?'

The Japanese spy yelled desperately.

Zhang Yong leisurely walked behind the counter. He sat down. He pulled open the drawer.

He found that there was not much cash inside. So he closed the drawer again. Then he silently looked around to see where the money was hidden.

Where is the money? Where is my money? Where is my money?

"You, you...'

The clothing store owner thought he was being robbed.

A great stone fell from his heart. His expression gradually returned to normal.

So it was a robbery.

I thought I was exposed. I was scared.

'Say something,' Zhang Yong was dispirited. He didn't even want to speak.

No money, no motivation.

With money, there is motivation.

Catching these Japanese spies with no profit is really not motivating.

Fortunately, the purpose of catching this Japanese spy was simply to interrogate him. Let the Japanese spy also fully experience what torture is like! What is it like to be in hell!

How many national army officers were killed?

More than 30?

Then capture 30 Japanese spies for interrogation.

One for one. Fair.

'I, I, I'm willing to give, willing to give...'

'Give it.'

'It's, it's, in the crack between the door.'

'The door?'

Zhang Yong was curious.

Did anyone still hide money in the crack between the door?

Later, he found out that the so-called crack between the door refers to the gap between the door frame and the wall.

He dug around inside and pulled out a few banknotes. They were all 100 yuan notes. There were only four of them. That was 400 yuan. There was nothing else.

They were all from the Bank of China. It seems that the Soong family is in charge of this bank now. Yes, the Soong family.

In fact, the Soong and Kung families both have shares in all the major banks. More or less. So they are very closely related to each other.

Take the banknotes back to the counter and arrange them neatly. Still sitting. Staring at the Japanese spy.

Japanese spy: ?

What's going on?

I've already paid you. Why aren't you leaving?

Is it because you think the money is not enough?

These bastards!

I've already given you 400 silver dollars!

Still not satisfied...

Lower your head.

Zhang Yong also doesn't say anything.

Since the Japanese spy wants to buy time, he is also happy to kill time.

Another day passed in a daze. At night, he slept soundly in Gu Xiaoru's arms.

Beautiful...

20 minutes...

40 minutes...

It's quiet.

No one is talking.

No customers are coming in either. Everyone is taking a detour.

Someone with a gun on this side is looking for death, right? Anyone who doesn't use their eyes can't survive on the Bund. They would have been eliminated long ago.

Even the passing police officers looked at it from a distance and left tactfully.

How dare they do this in broad daylight. Either they work for a certain department. Or they are under the command of a certain gang leader. They are people we cannot afford to provoke.

'Ahem...'

The Japanese spy finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He felt that if this continued, he would be the one to suffer in the end.

'Backyard, under the water tank...'

'There is one more thing...'

The Japanese spy had to speak up again.

Spending money can ward off disasters. If he wanted to avoid bloodshed today, it was impossible to drive the other party away.

Zhang Yong didn't move.

Someone went to the backyard. They emptied the water tank. And moved it away.

In this type of house, there is usually a large water tank in the backyard. It is filled with water. It is used to prevent fires.

If a fire breaks out, water is immediately scooped from the tank. This puts out the fire in its infancy.

This is considered the wisdom of the ancient working people.

After moving the water tank, they did find an oil paper package. They opened it. Inside were also some silver notes.

They are also worth 100 silver dollars. Five of them. Bank of Communications.

Zhang Yong takes them. They continue to line up on the counter.

He yawns.

It's afternoon. He feels a bit sleepy.

Japanese spy: ?

No. You're not leaving yet?

You've already given you 900 silver dollars! Don't go too far...

As a result...

Zhang Yong suddenly lies on the counter. He starts to sleep.

Oops, that was hasty. Why doesn't Citibank have a lunch break? Two hours would be nice. An hour would be fine...

Japanese spy: !@#¥%...

Feeling a bit panicked.

It feels like the other party is not playing by the rules at all!

No fighting. No swearing. No rushing. Just slowly wearing him down. The other party is becoming more and more unsure of himself.

Who is this person? What do they want?

Could it be...

The more he thinks about it, the more scared he becomes.

The more he thinks about it, the more his heart sinks.

It's over...

Did I get exposed?

Did someone betray me and I've been targeted?

"You are...'

'My name is Zhang Yong.'

'You...'

The Japanese spy's face suddenly changed.

The most terrifying guess had finally become reality.

Zhang Yong!

It's him! He is Zhang Yong!

Incredible!

Unbelievable!

He is actually Zhang Yong! How is that possible? So young!

It looked like he had just walked out of school. Could it be that he was the demon that made all the Japanese spies tremble with fear? It didn't look like him at all!

But...

Reality is just so cruel.

The other person was Zhang Yong. Zhang Yong had obviously seen through his identity.

In other words, he had been exposed.

So, no matter how many banknotes he gave him, it would be useless. No one wanted banknotes...

He was Zhang Yong. How could he be bought off with banknotes...

'Achoo!'

'Achoo!'

Zhang Yong suddenly sneezed repeatedly.

Strange.

He didn't have a cold! And who was cursing him from behind?

Frowning.

Forget it. He had too many enemies. It was hard to think of them all.

Just let him sneeze. It wasn't like he was going to die. In his previous life, he had had a runny nose. He sneezed a lot. He was used to it.

He continued to doze off.

He wasn't pretending. He was really sleepy.

The spy didn't say a word. He didn't want to talk either. They just kept grinding on.

As a result...

the spy gradually couldn't hold his temper anymore.

He started to become suspicious. He wondered what Zhang Yong was really up to. Why was he so indifferent?

Could it be that this guy was using his own delay to gain time?

It must be so.

Zhang Yong must be up to something.

No. I can't let his plot succeed. I must drag his attention back.

'What do you want to know?' the spy spoke up.

'I know you are a spy. But I don't know what you have done,' Zhang Yong responded lazily.

He was known for his honesty.

That was just the way he was.

He really didn't know what this spy had done.

However...

The spy misunderstood.

He felt that Zhang Yong was still stalling.

In that case, he might as well confess.

'Your deputy director of the Ministry of Justice was assassinated by our organisation,' the spy said, surprising Zhang Yong.

He thought Zhang Yong would definitely be shocked.

But...

Zhang Yong still didn't react.

He heard it. But he didn't care. He didn't even bother to raise his eyelids.

Why?

He wasn't interested in this anymore.

He was temporarily too busy.

His taskbar was too long.

There were too many uncompleted tasks. He had long since become numb.

Ri Die: ...

@@#¥%...

Hey, what do you mean?

I've been so proactive, you should at least respond.

As a result...

Zhang Yong started snoring.

He really fell asleep...

Ri Die: ...!

@#¥%...

Baka!