Feng Shinian was in a state of extreme inner turmoil. He was unwilling to serve the puppet government. After surrendering, he initially only pretended to cooperate, and eventually even avoided it altogether.
Despite having no other choice, he was now a traitor to the Military Intelligence Bureau, a fact he could not change.
He naturally dared not confront the Military Intelligence Bureau; if they found him, he would likely face certain death.
Moreover, his current situation is extremely difficult, and he is even struggling to make a living. His wife is seriously ill, and his son is young. If he loses his support, he will likely face the destruction of his family in this chaotic world.
Hearing his wife's incessant coughing in the bedroom, he felt even more tormented. He originally had no family, but after Beiping fell, he went into hiding to conceal his identity and formed a family with a neighboring orphan and widow. For so long, the couple got along well, and the family lived in harmony. After being alone for many years, he finally felt the warmth of home, so he cherished everything all the more.
His wife is now seriously ill, and his family is trapped in Shanghai, struggling to make ends meet. He urgently needs to change everything. He needs a large sum of money to treat his wife's illness, to get her a special drug like sulfamethoxazole, and to raise enough money to escape to Hong Kong and settle down.
If I could report Huang Lihui to the intelligence headquarters and receive a reward, all these problems could be solved.
But he still couldn't convince himself to betray his former colleagues. His mind was in turmoil, and he struggled with his inner turmoil.
Feng Shinian only snapped out of his daze when the medicine pot boiled over. He quickly reached out to lift the lid, but was splashed with scalding liquid. His hand trembled, and the medicine pot crashed to the ground with a "crack," spilling the liquid everywhere.
"What's wrong? Did you burn yourself?" His wife heard the noise from next door and quickly asked.
"It's nothing, I'll just brew another dose." Feng Shinian turned around and replied, shaking his head helplessly. He bent down to clean up the residue, added water and medicine again, and brewed it once more.
Three days later, in the Fujiwara Company office, Ning Zhiheng was listening to Yi Huaan's report.
"After nearly a week of observation, we gradually figured out Hu Yunhe's routine. He goes to work every morning, but he usually doesn't stay for long. He leaves around nine o'clock in the morning. Besides keeping an eye on business at his Yongchangtai Silver Shop, he goes to Jingyuan Church in the northern part of the city for worship."
"Worship?" Ning Zhiheng looked at Yi Hua'an in surprise. "The information Mu Yu gave me did not mention that Hu Yunhe was a Protestant."
Yi Hua'an also said with some doubt: "Yes, it was not mentioned. I inquired from the side and did not hear that he was a Protestant before. Maybe he suddenly wants to convert to Protestantism."
"Go on!"
“He goes to work as usual every afternoon, and around five o’clock he goes directly to the Dahua Dance Hall. He is fond of women, especially the popular dancers.”
After close surveillance, it was discovered that he was now having a passionate affair with a popular dancer named Shen Manli, and had even brought her home for the night on two separate occasions.
Ning Zhiheng didn't say anything more. He carefully analyzed the information that Yi Hua'an had brought, sat down in his chair, and picked up the documents in his hand to read through them.
Hu Yunhe, 37 years old, single, was a former Kuomintang agent who had infiltrated Shanghai. He was the manager of a jewelry store undercover. Later, when No. 76 was established, it vigorously cracked down on Kuomintang agents. Every time they captured one, it caused a huge uproar. A large number of Kuomintang agents defected and surrendered. Hu Yunhe was among the first batch of defectors.
He had good judgment; instead of choosing Ding Mo, who was then the director, he joined Li Zhiqun's faction. He gradually distinguished himself and became one of Li Zhiqun's confidants. After the great upheaval, his predecessor, Sun Xiangde, died in an assassination attempt, and Li Zhiqun promoted him to the position of director of the second division.
This man was inherently greedy, avaricious, and had no moral bottom line. As for Yongchangtai Silver Shop under his name, it was the property he seized after he joined forces with Li Zhiqun, which led to the destruction of his former employer's family and the subsequent occupation of the business.
How could such a person think of converting to Protestantism and becoming a Christian? Did he have a change of heart and turn over a new leaf?
Ning Zhiheng thought about it for a long time and felt that there was something strange about Hu Yunhe going to Jingyuan Church for worship. So he said, "Go and investigate the situation of Jingyuan Church. I feel that something is not right here."
"Yes, Team Leader Zuo thinks so too, and he's already investigating in secret."
Ning Zhiheng nodded. Zuo Gang was calm and cautious, and a seasoned veteran. He was Ning Zhiheng's most trusted assistant, and had never disappointed him in all these years.
Ning Zhiheng instructed again: "If Hu Yunhe really has other plans, he may have made some arrangements at Jingyuan Church. Tell Zuo Gang to be careful during the investigation and not to alert him."
Yi Hua'an nodded in acceptance, then asked, "Yes, I will inform Team Leader Zuo immediately. Shall we begin implementing the previous plan?"
"Don't rush. See how Muyu is preparing. Let him decide when to implement it. Once the time is right, you can start. Both sides must cooperate well."
"yes!"
At the main gate of the Special Agent Headquarters, Feng Shinian changed into a black Zhongshan casual suit. This was the work uniform of the agents of the No. 76 Special Agent Headquarters. He had received a set when he left before, but had never worn it since. He didn't expect to use it today.
He hesitated, lingering near the gate for quite some time. The guards on duty at the gate had already noticed him. If it weren't for his work uniform, they probably would have already come up and questioned him. Even so, several sentries had been placed around Feng Shinian, closely monitoring his every move.
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