Chapter 1301 Trap
"Young man, may I sit here?"
The familiar accent of Hokkaido was heard. Sudou Tetsuji, who was filled with grief and anger, raised his head. A middle-aged man was standing in front of him. The windbreaker on this man was a little loose and the style was a little old.
However, Sudou Tetsuji could tell that the other party must be a rich man, at least he had been a rich man before. Daimaru Tailor's ready-made clothes were expensive and ordinary people couldn't afford them.
In an instant, he had many guesses about this person's identity. He was a failed businessman, a government servant with an unfavorable future. In short, he was in the same embarrassing situation as himself, so he nodded silently and moved to the side of the stone bench.
The middle-aged man sat down with a smile, holding a book tightly in his hand, looking straight at the road ahead of cars.
After a long time, the middle-aged man suddenly turned around and asked, "Young man, it seems you are in trouble?"
His voice is quite friendly, coupled with his gentle smile, he is like a trustworthy big brother, and it is easy for people to like him.
Perhaps because of his authentic Hokkaido dialect, or because he was in urgent need of someone to talk to, Tetsuji Sudou, who had a withdrawn personality, nodded his head twice and answered the other party's question.
The middle-aged man did not ask where Sudou's troubles came from. He looked at the bustling streets and muttered: "The empire does not have a vast territory or satisfactory resources. How could it defeat White Russia and occupy the Republic of China?"
Sudou Tetsuji was slightly stunned. He had really never thought about this issue. The newspapers were full of stories about how hard His Majesty Tian Locust worked and how the cabinet put all their efforts into it.
But having seen countless high-level secrets, knowing the details of wealthy families, and personally experiencing the rules of Japanese society, he understands that what makes Japan strong is not the above two, and the purpose of meat-eaters is only profit.
The middle-aged man didn't wait for Tetsuji Suto to answer, and his voice became louder and louder: "The reason why the Yamato nation has achieved what it has today is because of our tenacity!"
"Citizens work hard in the fields and factories, and soldiers fight bravely on the battlefield. All of this is the foundation of a strong country."
"Temporary hardships don't matter. We have been vassals of the Republic of China for thousands of years. Later, we learned from their and Westerners' systems and culture, which eventually triggered the great revolution of Yuyixin."
The sonorous and powerful voice of the middle-aged man echoed in the park. After saying these bewitching words, the other person patted Sudou Tetsuji on the shoulder, his eyes shining with light.
"Cheer up and don't change your ambitions just because of temporary gains and losses. That will only make people who look down on you proud."
"Hai." Tetsuji Sudou's spirit perked up and he suddenly paused and said.
The middle-aged man seemed to be satisfied with his reaction, and handed the book in his hand. Sudou Tetsuji took it and took a look, and saw "Notes on Life Theory" written on the cover.
Sudou opened the title page and saw a long list of contents in front of his eyes. At the same time, he heard a middle-aged man's introduction to the book.
"This is the work of the philosopher Miki Kiyoshi. Miki-kun tells us in this book how to view life and death, happiness, reputation, jealousy, success and failure. I think you need it more than me."
Miki Kiyoshi, whom the middle-aged man mentioned, is a well-known Japanese scholar and social activist. He was arrested for funding underground parties more than ten years ago.
Sudou Tetsuji had heard of Miki and "Notes on Life", and out of curiosity, he quickly browsed through it without noticing the small text that flashed across the back of the cover.
half a minute ago.
Suzuki Kantaro's special car drove slowly outside the park. Hayashi Fuichiro sat in the back seat and stared out the window. He happened to see Sudou and Sudou and couldn't help but let out a sigh.
"What's wrong, Ichiro?" Kantaro Suzuki asked curiously next to him.
Hayashi Fuichiro signaled the driver to stop and pointed in the direction of the stone bench: "Grandpa, look, that is the Intelligence Department agent who is following me."
Suzuki Kantaro squinted his eyes when he heard this, and saw the middle-aged man handing the book to Sudou Tetsuji. For some reason, the middle-aged man's profile always gave him a familiar feeling, but this was normal.
As an evergreen figure in Japanese politics, Suzuki has met many people, and the other person may have met him on some occasion.
Thinking in his mind, Suzuki Kantaro ordered the driver to drive, and he closed his eyes and leaned on the seat. The bargaining he had just done with Sugiyama Gen and Okamoto Kiyofuku really made him very tired, but fortunately the result was good.
After a fierce game between the two parties, Sugiyama Yuan promised that as long as the Sorge team was arrested, they would fully support Hayashi Fuichiro's development in the Ministry of Finance.
With the Army's commitment, it can be said that Hayashi Fuichiro has a bright future. After all, Yamamoto's formation of a cabinet is a foregone conclusion. In this way, the interests of the Suzuki family will also be guaranteed, and Kantaro Suzuki will naturally be satisfied.
The car moved away from the park, and the figures of Tetsuji Suto and the middle-aged man slowly disappeared from sight. A smile flashed on Fuichiro Hayashi's face, and he quickly regained his humility.
On the other side, Tetsuji Sudo closed the book and planned to buy a copy of "Notes on Life" when he went back. The contents in the book really inspired him.
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man suddenly said: "Young man, it seems that you need this book very much. I can sell it to you at half price."
Sudou Tetsuji couldn't laugh or cry. He originally thought this was a wise man, but he didn't expect him to be a businessman selling books, but he also let down his guard.
Any intelligence officer will be suspicious when facing someone who approaches him. This is a professional habit.
He took out a wad of banknotes and put them into the middle-aged man's hand without even counting them. He stood up and left amidst the other person's thanks, thinking that he had done a good deed.
The good man Tetsuji Sudo left, and the middle-aged man also left the park and got into a rickshaw. After driving for a certain distance, the middle-aged man asked the driver in a low voice.
"Did you get it?"
"I got it. As you requested, the photo includes your profile and the target's front face."
On the noisy road, Wu Chunyang replied while pedaling, his eyes scanning the roadside and behind the car from time to time.
After listening, Zuo Zhong nodded slightly and stopped talking to Wu Chunyang. The rickshaw merged into the tidal flow of traffic on the streets of Tokyo. A few days later.
The restaurant of Konoe Fumiya's official residence is always so busy on Wednesday mornings. Konoe's cronies and think tanks gather together to discuss the situation inside and outside Japan.
But the atmosphere of today's breakfast meeting was a bit strange. As the host, the guard ate the bread quietly and did not talk as loudly as usual.
He didn't speak, and it was difficult for others to speak. Ozaki looked at Sorge, Hayashi Fuichiro and other colleagues, and was the first to break the silence, asking everyone what was new in Tokyo recently.
This is a regular routine at the breakfast meeting. Konoe can learn about social trends and policy feedback through news from all walks of life.
As Ozaki asked the question, the restaurant became quieter. At the other end of the long dining table, Hayashi Fuichiro gently put down his knife and fork and was the first to speak.
"Gentlemen, I don't know if you have heard that the head of Red Russia's intelligence in the Far East surrendered to the Kwantung Army. This person's name is Shelikov. It is said that he is a very senior spy."
Hayashi Fuichiro went straight to the topic and brought the topic to Shelikov. He looked around the table as he spoke, but did not pay too much attention to Sorge.
Everyone looked surprised, even Konoe Fumiya, who was sitting in the chair, because the military did not report the matter to him in the cabinet meeting. Konoe's face turned ugly when he realized that he had been ignored.
Ozaki glanced at his superior, Sorge, and realized that Shelikov had rebelled. Why didn't Mosk report such important information?
After a while, two more people asked Hayashi Fuichiro about the source of the information. They were skeptical about the matter and did not believe that the Red Russian intelligence officer would take the initiative to seek refuge.
Hayashi Fuichiro looked arrogant and said that the information came from Suzuki Kantaro. In order to prove the reliability of the intelligence, he also provided the address of Shelikov's safe house, a manor located in the suburbs of Tokyo.
The people present believed it. Suzuki Kantaro was a veteran of the empire. He had extensive connections in both the army and the navy, and Hayashi Fuichiro was the son-in-law of the Suzuki family. This information was very accurate.
Sorge took a sip of milk and did not participate in the discussion, but he remembered the address firmly. As for the authenticity of the safe house, he wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and his eyes gradually became firm, as if he had made some decision.
The breakfast meeting ended in an atmosphere of dispersion. Fumiya Konoe hurried out of the restaurant, while the rest of the people gathered together in twos and threes to reminisce and say goodbye.
Given the current situation, Konoe may have to move out of the Prime Minister's Residence before next Wednesday, and most of them will go their separate ways without any chance of working together again.
In the chaos, Sorge walked past Ozaki. Their hands separated as soon as they touched, and a piece of paper was delivered to Ozaki's hand. The whole process only took a few seconds.
Ozaki clenched his palms and returned to his office in the official residence from the restaurant. After entering the door, he immediately checked the content of the note. There was only one sentence on it.
"See you at the same place in three days."
On Thursday, Sorge met Miyagi and Clausen at the Golden Rhine. The three talked for a long time before leaving.
Another day later, on a hillside a few hundred meters away from Shelikov's safe house, Miyagi, the second person in charge of Sorge's team, and several Japanese military officers were sketching. Miyagi looked across the drawing board toward the manor down the mountain.
Unseen by Miyagi, Kiyofuku Okamoto and other special agents from the General Staff Headquarters celebrated that the fish they had been following for many years finally took the bait.
Inside the manor.
Kiyofuku Okamoto told Shelikov about seducing Sorge's team, and at the same time a pair of small eyes swept around the other party's face, trying to find some signs.
Shelikov had no dissatisfaction with being used as bait. He said with a smile on his face: "Mr. Okamoto, I am very satisfied with your efficiency. Please be sure to catch all those guys. Please."
Kiyofuku Okamoto, who was asking for trouble, was a little embarrassed. After laughing twice, he changed the topic to the moles of the underground party within the national intelligence system.
The Staff Headquarters felt that Sorge and his henchmen were unable to escape, and it was time to focus on other things, such as this mysterious mole, which they were very interested in.
If the other party can be instigated to turn into a double agent, the Japanese side can master the intelligence of both the underground party and the fruit party, and the feasibility is very high.
Shelikov nodded politely and said that based on the intelligence returned by the eyeliner and the telecommunications monitoring of the northwest, NK┴VD had listed a list of suspects. This list included several high-level officials of the military and central unification. Okamoto Kiyofuku hurriedly asked Anyone.
"Deputy Director of Military Unification Zuo Zhong, Deputy Director Gu Qi, Deputy Director of Central Unification Xu Enzeng, Chief Secretary Shen Dongxin..."
Selikov reported a lot of names, Okamoto Kiyofuku's face became darker and darker, and it was understandable that Zuo Zhong appeared on the list, how could Xu Enzeng be an underground party.
Perhaps seeing what he was thinking, Shelikov laughed loudly: "My friend, everyone is worthy of suspicion. We first suspected that Zuo Zhong was a mole, but we quickly ruled it out.
Because when the Nanyang Chinese Consolation Group went to the northwest station, the mole sent a message to the northwest, but the telegraph machine Zuo Zhong carried was not activated at that time.
In addition, Zuo Zhong lives a luxurious life, pursues pleasure, pursues low-level interests, and has an ambiguous relationship with a female secretary. This violates the discipline of the northwest. Such a person cannot be an underground party. "
After judging Zuo Zhong's life style, Shelikov crossed his legs and revealed a piece of new information that he had not mentioned before.
"Before I left Red Russia, analysts targeted Xu. The reason was that since 1933, any operation involving him had ended in failure. It could be a coincidence once, but it could be countless times.
As a colleague, you should know that faith is the strongest and most fragile. Perhaps Xu's thoughts changed during his contact with the underground party and he betrayed the chairman of the mountain city.
And his romantic affairs can be seen as a kind of disguise, a clever disguise. There is a Russian proverb, the more guilty a person is, the louder he screams. This is the truth. "
After Selikov's analysis, Okamoto Kiyofuku was a little unsure. Is Xu Enzeng really a mole? Should he send someone to try?
At the same time, Xu Enzeng, who was thousands of miles away, sneezed. He looked around suspiciously, always feeling like someone was scolding him behind his back.
(Zuo Zhong: It’s broken, I’m a substitute!)
