"P.O. Box 3?"
Ning Zhiheng looked at Shao Wenguang and asked, "You mean that dead mailbox at Xianyun Temple?"
Shao Wenguang nodded and said, "I asked him, and he said that this transport line is not only responsible for the intelligence transport of his group, but also for other intelligence groups. The Black Mountain Group's Dead Mailbox number is three."
Ning Zhiheng nodded and smiled, "See? This is a big fish. Once the Japanese take the bait, things will be much easier from here on out."
Shao Wenguang was also delighted. He said with a smile, "The Black Mountain Group's identity is well-hidden. Apart from the high-ranking Japanese intelligence officials, no one else knows about the Black Mountain Group's existence. Therefore, their information is not very accurate. This time, the chances are very high."
Ning Zhiheng thought so too. The intelligence team and headquarters maintained contact through radio, which caused a lot of information to be delayed. When the Shadow Team was captured in Nanjing, the Japanese Shanghai Special Higher Police reacted slowly, only realizing that something was wrong half a month later. Ning Zhiheng took advantage of this time difference to deal a heavy blow to the Japanese intelligence team. He believed that he could succeed in the same way this time.
"Has intelligence been disseminated?"
"It's already been deployed. Xianyun Temple is now dilapidated, with only two old Taoist priests guarding it. We've already checked; they're both elderly people who have been in the temple for many years, so there shouldn't be any problems. I've already set up traps around the area, just waiting for them to take the bait."
The two men were talking and discussing the next steps in the case when a military doctor brought by the duty officer came over.
"Senior! Section Chief!"
Shao Wenguang asked, "Old Zhao, did you bring the morphine?"
"I brought it! I brought it!"
Ning Zhiheng glanced at his watch; there was still half an hour left. He asked, "How long will it take for it to take effect?"
"The effect begins ten minutes after injection, with the best results after half an hour, and can last forty minutes to an hour."
"Now is the perfect time, let's begin the injection."
Shao Wenguang led Zhao Junyi inside to give Yoshida Ryusuke an injection. Not long after, Mo Wanting, the head of the telecommunications department, also arrived. After exchanging greetings with Ning Zhiheng, Ning Zhiheng handed her the telegram and carefully instructed her: "Translate the code according to the codebook. You watch Yoshida Ryusuke send the telegram. You are the expert, so be careful that he doesn't do anything underhanded."
"Yes, I will keep a close eye on it!"
It was eleven o'clock, and everyone was gathered around Yoshida Ryusuke. Mo Wanting had set up the radio for him. By this time, the morphine had taken effect, and Yoshida Ryusuke's condition had improved significantly. He took the Morse code from Mo Wanting, placed his hand on the key, and then looked up at the people around him.
Ning Zhiheng pressed down on his shoulder and spoke in Japanese for the first time: "Yoshida-kun, send a message as you usually do. As long as you help us this time, we will arrange your future life. As for your Aunt Cheng, I can also release her and give you a new identity. You can start everything over. It's never too late."
Yoshida Ryusuke suddenly looked at Ning Zhiheng, paused for a moment, and finally sighed softly. He then began to press the keypad, while Mo Wanting carefully observed his movements.
The telegram was short, and Yoshida Ryusuke quickly completed the transmission. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief only after his fingers left the telegraph key.
Ning Zhiheng looked at Mo Wanting, who nodded and said, "The code is correct, but only he knows his own methods and habits."
Ning Zhiheng turned to Shao Wenguang and instructed, "You go and keep an eye on mailbox number three. I estimate the Japanese will make a move soon. Be careful to conceal your whereabouts. Last night's arrest operation failed because the surveillance personnel missed their location. The target was even killed, leaving us looking disheveled. You mustn't repeat the same mistake."
Ning Zhiheng's words startled Shao Wenguang. He didn't know that Ning Zhiheng had other arrest operations. It seemed that the Second Division's current crackdown had begun, and he couldn't fall behind.
"Please rest assured, Chief, I will personally guard them this time. Once they arrive, they won't be able to escape!"
After seeing everyone else off, Ning Zhiheng spoke to Yoshida Ryusuke again in Japanese: "Yoshida-kun, you seem to be in good spirits. There are a few things I need to trouble you with!"
Yoshida Ryusuke looked at Ning Zhiheng, opened his mouth blankly, and finally replied in a hoarse voice in Japanese: "As a prisoner, there's no need to say more. I only wish that you keep your promise. Please give your orders!"
"Alright, Yoshida-kun, I appreciate your attitude. Now, please describe the volcano that awakened you, its physical characteristics, facial features, and all the details. Time is tight, so let's begin on the spot."
Ning Zhiheng knew that Yoshida Ryusuke's health was very poor and that he was currently relying entirely on morphine to stay alive. Once the effects of the medication wore off, Yoshida Ryusuke would likely become even more listless, so he had to act quickly.
Yoshida Ryusuke hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I'll do my best!"
Ning Zhiheng took the prepared paintbrush and paper and began to have Yoshida Ryusuke describe the appearance of the volcano.
However, Ning Zhiheng was greatly disappointed by the description. Yoshida Ryusuke and Volcano had only met briefly once, and half a year had passed. No matter how hard he tried to recall, he could only briefly describe Volcano's height and build. He couldn't remember Volcano's appearance clearly at all. In the end, Ning Zhiheng pressed him so hard that he almost fell into a coma again.
Ning Zhiheng had to call Zhao Junyi again to administer morphine to Yoshida Ryusuke once more. As a result, the process dragged on for more than two hours before Ning Zhiheng had to finish the portrait work.
However, the final result was extremely disappointing to him. The portrait in his hand was crude and the facial features were blurry. If a sketch portrait is to be drawn to be extremely realistic, the facial features must be clear. If it is even slightly different, it will be just another ordinary person.
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