Old Friend

Laozha Fang is the first sub-facility established in the public concession. It manages the most elite area in Shanghai, starting from the Huangpu River in the east, the moat in the west, the Sucheng River in the north, and Yangjingbang in the south.

The total population of the jurisdiction is more than 400,000, and there are more than 10,000 large and small buildings. This is the data before the Sino-Japanese war. The number of refugees currently living there cannot be counted, but it will not be less than 100,000.

The reason why Wu Chunyang said that it is not difficult to touch the rows is because a large part of these buildings are residential areas, and the Japanese counterfeit banknote factories will never be located in crowded alleys.

First, it is inconvenient to keep secrets. Printing and personnel movements will make noise, which can be easily noticed by surrounding residents.

Second, the transportation of counterfeit banknote raw materials and finished products requires vehicles, and most alleys have narrow roads and cannot be driven.

Third, the more people nearby, the more difficult it is to carry out security work. A day or two is fine, but no one can bear it after a long time.

The Japanese did not locate the counterfeit banknote factory on the north bank of the Sioux City River, which they had complete control over, for the sake of confidentiality and safety, so they would naturally find a place that was convenient for hiding.

What the Secret Service and the underground party need to investigate are places that are large enough, close to water sources, capable of deploying large printing equipment, and with few people.

According to the above standards, more than 300 commercial institutions, industrial plants, schools, and sports venues have been included in the key investigation scope.

There were not many in number, but they were distributed in various locations in the Laozha Fang District, so the agents of the Secret Service in Shanghai, led by Song Minghao, Wu Chunyang, and Gui Youguang, attacked in all directions.

Everyone was an expert in intelligence, and by using various means and channels, most of the suspicious locations were quickly ruled out as suspects, leaving only a small number that could not be determined.

Two days later, the public concession.

Outside an industrial building, among a group of refugees, Zuo Zhongxiu, wearing a coarse cotton coat, squatted on the roadside, lowering his head and asking Song Minghao who was standing beside him.

"Old Song, how is this place? Have you found anything unusual?"

"No, the number of people coming in and out every day is very fixed, and the domestic waste is consistent with the number of workers on the label. To be safe, I also had people look at the drainage outlet, and no wastewater discharged from printing was found."

"Well, give up after confirming that there is no problem, and hurry up to find the next suspicious target. After all, we don't have much time."

Zuo Zhong suddenly looked up at the dark sky and said something in a low tone.

Song Minghao remained silent. He knew what the deputy director meant. He read the newspaper this morning. The Japanese occupied Yuhuatai and attacked the city's fortifications from a high position. Jinling's defense system was about to collapse.

Maybe it wouldn't be long before they would receive unofficial news that Jinling City had been destroyed. To be honest, he didn't understand how the Nationalist Government could be defeated so quickly.

Songhu held on for at least more than three months. As for Jinling, the Japanese launched their attack on December 1, and it only took more than ten days to complete the attack. The capital, which was said to be as solid as gold, was lost.

It is not objective to say that the Guo army did not resist. The most elite 88th Division was crippled. 47 mid-level and senior officers with the rank of lieutenant colonel and above were killed, and 8 major generals were killed.

Even the mayor of Jinling, the deputy commander of the Capital Garrison, the garrison commander, the deputy commander of the Military Police Headquarters, and the commander of the Air Defense Command, Chief Xiao, all died for their country. The Guo Army has tried its best.

"well."

Song Minghao sighed softly at the thought of them becoming "homeless" lonely ghosts.

Hearing the other party's sigh, Zuo Zhong shook his head and forced himself to get out of his low mood. Since what happened, there was no point in feeling upset.

As for changing history, what can a small deputy director of the Secret Service do? Is he going to side with the fools like those fools on 226? That would be too much for him.

Three feet of ice did not freeze in a day. The tide of history cannot be reversed by one person. Killing the bald man will not change anything. The victory or defeat between China and Japan was determined in the previous dynasty.

After the Sino-Japanese War, the Japanese received astronomical compensation, vigorously studied Western science and culture, developed industry, military industry, and education, and their national strength grew rapidly.

Looking back at the previous dynasty, I was still obsessed with the illusion of a heavenly dynasty. When the Republic of China came, all the armies and lords thought about fighting for power and profit.

It is not easy for the national government to unify the country in name, but the comprador government, as an agent of imperialism, naturally does not think about how to increase national power, but to make money.

4. Big families and interest groups, large and small, are like leeches, clinging to this country, sucking up the people's fat like crazy.

If the upper level is like this, what's the use of the lives of the people and the army at the lower level? Let's see, when we get to Jiangcheng or even mountain city, those people will still be in a state of intoxication, unless this country or the Fruit Party is finished.

"correct."

At this time, Song Minghao seemed to have thought of something. He looked both ways and asked Zuo Zhong a question.

"Do you still remember the police chief whom we met when we were investigating the death case of Korean Jin Renjiu and the drug factory in Jiaxing?"

"Remember, what happened?"

"The Japanese army occupied Jiaxing during the Battle of Songhu, burning, killing and looting. He organized a group of police officers to protect the people. After the failure, he was caught by the Japanese and had his head chopped off, and the body was thrown into Nanhu."

Zuo Zhong was stunned. He could no longer remember the appearance of the police chief. He only remembered that the man was a cautious middle-aged man who was always bent over and smiling in front of him.

The other party is not a great master of Qingtian. According to the investigation of the Secret Service, it is quite difficult to eat and take cards. It is difficult to imagine that such a person would do such a "stupid thing".

Yes, when he asked the fisherman who found Jin In-joo's body, the other party was afraid that the secret service would be beaten, so he even made a tactful plea.

After thinking about it, the blurry face in his memory gradually became clearer. Zuo Zhong opened his mouth and finally whispered an instruction.

"Ask the brothers in the Southeast District to rescue the other party's widow and children and send them to the rear. They will be placed in our family area. Don't neglect them."

"Understood, I will arrange it."

Song Minghao nodded. It was not too difficult to send a few ordinary people out of Jiaxing. It would cost a little money at most.

On the other side, Zuo Zhong got up and prepared to go to the next location to check out the situation. After seeing the police chief, he was convinced that no matter how bad the situation was, there were still a group of fools willing to sacrifice everything for this country.

In this case, there is nothing to be pessimistic about. The most important thing at the moment is to find the Japanese counterfeit banknote factory as soon as possible and not let the situation deteriorate further.

While thinking, he walked through the complicated alleys, and after a few dozen minutes he arrived near a school near the Sucheng River. At this time, he had changed into a cheap suit and looked like an ordinary clerk.

Strolling into a teahouse, Zuo Zhong turned his head slightly and looked behind him through the reflection on the door glass. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he bought a can of tea and walked to the fortune-telling stall across the road.

"Sir, is it better to measure your characters or tell your fortune?"

Wu Chunyang, who was wearing a fake beard on his face, saw the deputy director and calmly raised his hand to help him. He looked quite like a Taoist fairy.

Zuo Zhong was very satisfied with his reaction. Then he thought about it. Fortunately, it was Wu Chunyang. If Gui Youguang put on this outfit and looked like a bandit who came down the mountain to check the base, he would probably be reported in less than a minute.

"Testing words."

He sat down relaxedly, picked up the brush on the stall, dipped it in ink, and wrote a life character on the paper. At the same time, he quietly asked about the investigation status of the target.

Wu Chunyang took the paper back, closed his eyes, pretended to pinch his fingers and muttered:

"Houde Middle School was originally a church run by the British. It was converted into a high school a few years ago. Oyama Kyouichi once handled cases here and is very familiar with the school's situation.

There is a teaching building converted from a church, a dormitory building, and several bungalows used as canteens.

Classes were suspended during the Songhu Battle. A few days ago, parents of students asked the school when classes would resume, but received no reply.

The drawings show that there is a basement under the teaching building used for funerals and worship, which is a tradition in foreign churches.

In order to dig out underground space in the moist and soft Shanghai, the British at that time spent a lot of thought and money.

I felt that this place was very suspicious, so I took people to explore the surrounding area and found that several households around the school had recently changed their residents. At the same time, these residents who moved in later usually lived in seclusion and were very mysterious."

Having said this, he opened his eyes and handed over the lottery tube at hand, smiled and motioned for Zuo Zhong to draw a lottery, and then continued to introduce.

"Because they were afraid of alerting others, the brothers did not dare to investigate closely. They only recorded the location and did not get too close to the school.

At present, we only know that there is an old man guarding the door there. We don’t see any lights inside the school at night, and the power consumption is normal. It’s just that the section of the Sioux City River behind the school wall has seen a lot of fish die recently.”

kindness?

Dead fish?

Zuo Zhong's pupils shrank. Printing factories will produce a large amount of toxic wastewater during production, such as printing residue, wiping wastewater, platemaking wastewater, cleaning wastewater, etc.

This is a kind of industrial wastewater that is very difficult to treat. It has complex water quality, high content of refractory organic matter, poor biodegradability, high alkalinity, high color, and contains various heavy metal substances.

If it is discharged into natural water bodies without treatment, it can easily cause ecological disasters. In later generations, he often saw similar news.

Now that there are dead fish in the river, does it mean that the counterfeit banknote factory is located in Houde Middle School? He thinks this clue is worth following up.

Zuo Zhong shook the bamboo stick with both hands, and a bamboo stick fell out with a clattering sound. He picked it up, handed it to Wu Chunyang, and asked a question.

"Is there a sewage pipe on the back wall of the school?"

"No."

Wu Chunyang pretended to sign and shook his head solemnly: "The school's sewer pipe is connected to the municipal sewer. We have set up a testing point downstream and no wastewater was found to be discharged."

"I'll leave first. You can send someone to look under the water on the back wall at night. The sewage pipes don't have to be placed in the open. Just connect a random water pipe. I'll come over and keep an eye on it myself in the evening."

Zuo Zhong did not hesitate and immediately issued the order to turn the open pipe into a culvert. This kind of trick will be possible in the future even for elementary school students, which means there is no such thing as environmental protection in this era.

But how can the Japanese influence the management of public concession schools? This matter is probably closely related to the Japanese patrol officer Oyama Kyouichi. It seems that I need to meet him.

He casually dropped a few banknotes and left the fortune-telling stall, thinking deeply in his mind.
Chapter completed!