My spy diary

Chapter 73 Movie
Araki, disguised as Wu Chunhe, was standing sideways at the door of a tea shop, chatting with the waiter, but staring at the glass on the window.

He knew that as long as someone was following him, he would suddenly catch up with him. Not only would he not be panicking, but he would also look around. People's subconscious actions cannot lie.

But after looking at it for a long time, no similar target appeared. While he was slightly relieved, there was also a layer of haze in his heart.

Could it be that the other party's methods are superb and he didn't notice it?

Araki shook his head slowly, subconsciously feeling that this idea was ridiculous.

Wasn't it clear to me that their self-righteous methods just now were clearly observed by me?
Cars, rickshaws.

Araki subconsciously searched for the target in the mirror.

Unfortunately still not.

At this moment, Araki noticed a man walking in the opposite direction at the street stall opposite. He glanced at him and saw that the man was not squinting and quickly disappeared through the alley, so he stopped paying attention.

After weighing a pound of tea in a few words, Araki left the tea shop feeling slightly uneasy.

He held the tea leaves in his left hand and subconsciously put his right hand in his trouser pocket. Feeling the coldness from the pistol at his waist, he felt slightly relieved.

He stretched out his hand to flag down a rickshaw driver who had just finished seeing off his guests, gave instructions, and took out a small mirror from the lining while observing the street scene on the roadside.

In the mirror, Araki smiled playfully as he saw several wolf-like men rushing into the hotel.

By the time these stupid Chinese agents received the gift he left behind, he would have disappeared long ago.

Under Araki's command to turn left and right, the rickshaw quickly stopped at an intersection.

He first stayed on the side of the road for a while, and then suddenly rushed onto a bus when it was about to start. Then he stood in front of the bus, pretending to read a newspaper, and continued to observe every move of the people on the street.

Araki was completely relieved when he saw that there was no one panicking and urgently pursuing him.

He knew that he had completely escaped the surveillance and tracking of Chinese agents.

At this moment, he glanced at his watch and saw that he had just enough time.

At the next stop, Araki got off the bus, just as the bell for the end of the movie rang.

The closed door of the theater suddenly opened, facing the flow of people after the movie, he calmly squeezed in from the side against the flow.

Araki’s goal is Dahua Cinema.

Located at No. 67 Zhongshan South Road, this Chinese and Western cinema was the most famous cinema in Jinling at that time and one of the important entertainment venues for the middle and upper class.

Construction began in 35 and opened in 36. It has more than 1700 soft seats and heating and cooling equipment. It is the largest and highest-standard theater in Jinling.

The movie that premiered was Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer's "A Hundred Birds at the Phoenix", which caused a sensation in the city. Mei Lanfang even performed a Peking Opera here.

But not everyone can afford the ticket price of up to 2 yuan, which is the living expenses of an ordinary family for a week.

Today's show is Shanghai Dentsu Film Company's "Children of the Storm," and black-and-white photos of big stars mingling are posted everywhere.

Araki bought a movie ticket and entered the theater in a hurry.

The movie tells the story of a poet who only knows how to enjoy himself and joins the war because of the sacrifice of his best friend.

Araki was disdainful in his heart. These Chinese people are like a dragon individually, and a group of people are like a worm.

Looking at the curious and expectant eyes of the richly dressed dignitaries around them, and listening to the topics they talk about, it turns out that what everyone is most interested in is the celebrities. Who cares about the content of the movie?
Politics, isn't it just the old, rich and upper-class people chatting happily while holding glasses of wine, while the poor and children, the lower-class people, take action under the table.

It would be better this way. When we take over this ignorant country one day, all cinemas should show movies about the Japanese Empire.

Araki thought proudly, glancing around with his peripheral vision, and saw a well-dressed man next to him who seemed to be moved to tears by the movie, and he felt even more disdainful. Seeing that the movie was about to end, he calmly took out an envelope from his trouser pocket and stuffed it under his seat, then stood up and merged into the crowded crowd as if nothing had happened.

He did not notice at all that the young man he despised was staring at his back with bright eyes.

After leaving the cinema and looking at the blue sky, Araki was in a particularly good mood.

The Secret Service should have received its own gift, right?

Araki smiled proudly and said in his heart that it was time to leave.

However, as soon as he reached the corner of the cinema, he saw a black car driving over quickly and stopped in front of him.

Araki was stunned. He couldn't believe that he had taken so many precautionary measures and anti-investigation measures, but he was still found.

Seeing four strong men in plain clothes jumping out of the car with short guns, Araki subconsciously drew his gun and prepared to shoot.

But before he could load the bullet, a cold pistol pressed against the back of his head.

Araki's eyes widened, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. He stared at the men in front of him with a fierce look in his eyes, and glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye.

"Wu Chunhe? Let's call you that. Unexpectedly, I watched an 89-minute movie with you, haha."

Araki caught a glimpse of this person from the corner of his eye. He was clearly the young man sitting next to him just now.

His heart skipped a beat and he felt the pulse in his temples beating wildly. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Then he sighed in frustration. He had always been confident that he could grasp the overall situation and complete the transmission of information, but...
After all calculations, I still underestimated the Secret Service.

Maybe it's because I've been used to the luxurious life for so many years, and I no longer have the same vigilance as before.

After feeling annoyed, Araki secretly thought about countermeasures and pretended to be confused and asked:

"You are?"

However, Zhang Yi didn't give him a chance to quibble. There is a saying that all villains die from talking too much. He didn't want any more variables to happen.

He hit it hard with a hand knife. Seeing that Araki didn't faint, he hit him with the butt of a gun again.

The surrounding plainclothes officers stepped forward and held him down. They cooperated tacitly and unloaded their guns, gagged him, put handcuffs on him, searched him, and then dragged him to the car.

The scattered passers-by on the road looked at all this in astonishment. Before they could scream, the car had already driven away.

Zhang Yi did not leave, he was waiting, or waiting.

From the analysis of the situation just now, there is obviously a dead mailbox in the cinema.

Now we just need to wait for the contact person to show up.

As for why we don’t send reports or make phone calls, it’s actually very simple. It’s because it’s too easy to be monitored or it’s inconvenient to contact someone.

And when the intelligence organization's network is destroyed or under surveillance, the more traditional methods are safer.

The most commonly used method at this time is to place the information in a dead mailbox at a place agreed by both parties, and then mark it. The other party will clear the mark after taking it, and neither party will meet to ensure safety.

Looking at the magnificent cinema, Zhang Yi was full of curiosity about Wu Chunhe's contact partner. The identity of a character who appeared in the entertainment venues of high-ranking officials and high society would definitely not be simple.

who can that be?

(End of this chapter)