Siheyuan: Survival Guide for Courtyard No. 95

Zhao Shanhe did not reply, but walked up to the old Japanese soldier and suddenly gave him a big ear bomb.

This time he used all his strength and knocked out several of the old Japanese's teeth.

Zhao Shanhe was surprised at the opponent's resistance to blows. If it was Jia Dongxu, the opponent would probably be killed by one slap, but the old Japanese was just staggered.

The old Japanese soldier didn't expect Zhao Shanhe to be so unmartial. Just as he was about to speak, Zhao Shanhe slapped him in the face again.

He wanted to hide, but the other party had a gun. He felt very frustrated at this moment.

After a few slaps, even though the old Japanese had practiced kung fu for decades, his face was covered with stars.

Zhao Shanhe vented his anger for being stabbed with a knife by the other party just now. He took out the handcuffs and handcuffed the other party with the Su Qin carrying sword posture. Even if the old Japanese had practiced the Great Shift of the Universe, it would be useless in this posture.

He grabbed the man's clothes, tore off a piece with a "rip" sound, and directly blocked the man's mouth. Zhao Shanhe looked at the miserable state of the old Japanese soldier, well~ this time he can search the room with confidence.

I walked into the house with a flashlight and saw a lantern on the table. I took out a match and lit it, and the furnishings in the room appeared before my eyes.

There are a few ordinary tables, chairs, benches, wardrobes and wooden boxes, which are also things that ordinary people have in their homes. There is a kang table and a kang cabinet on the kang. There are a few medical books on the kang table, and there is a medicine box on top of the wooden box.

If someone who didn't know the old devil's identity came in, he would definitely be confused by him. He is just an ordinary doctor.

He searched all the boxes and wardrobes he could see, but found nothing except a few dozen dollars. However, Zhao Shanhe did not give up.

Since he is an enemy spy, he must have a special place to hide things. The house is so small, so just look for it slowly.

Zhao Shanhe's powerful five senses allow him to feel many different things. Take the wall for example, he can find out if it is hollow just by touching it.

After searching every inch of the house and making sure there was nothing valuable, Zhao Shanhe went outside. The bottles and jars on the floor aroused his interest. Who would put so many useless jars in their yard? This book is not about selling jars.

Hard work pays off. Zhao Shanhe found a piece of snow under the left wall of the yard that was obviously different from the rest of the ground. After pushing away the snow, the soft ground showed that it had just been dug up not long ago. Zhao Shanhe went back to the house and dismantled the kang table with his bare hands, then took a piece of wood and started digging down.

After digging less than one meter deep, we found a few red bricks. After taking out the red bricks, we could see a layer of waterproof tarpaulin underneath.

After pulling out the oilcloth, a bamboo woven box was revealed. When it was opened, it turned out to be a small radio. Unfortunately, it has been liberated now. If it were during the Anti-Japanese War, Zhao Shanhe would have been promoted to a higher rank with this radio.

After dozens of minutes, the entire yard was searched. This old devil was obviously not a rich man. His entire property was only more than 300 yuan. This disappointed Zhao Shanhe greatly. Don't the spy chiefs always appear to be very rich on TV? Why was it the other way around for him?

If the old Japanese knew what Zhao Shanhe was thinking, he would definitely say that he was feeling very miserable. The higher-ups hadn't given him funding for several years. If he didn't know some medical skills, he would have been begging on the street long ago.

Seeing the old Japanese soldier who had given up struggling, Zhao Shanhe didn't want to continue digging. Having this old Japanese soldier and the radio station was a great achievement. As for the rest, if I got it, it was my life, and if I lost it, it was my luck. What else did he need?

He slapped the old Japanese soldier on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious. He then returned to the steel mill, holding the box in one hand and the old Japanese soldier in the other.

When they arrived at the steel mill, they stopped interrogating him and directly handcuffed the old man in another interrogation room.

He had already eaten his fill of meat, so the remaining soup should be left for other departments, right? Especially Director Tang, this old devil had to be interrogated in person.

Subordinates should think more about their superiors. It does look good if they hand in the interrogation results themselves, but doesn't this also highlight that Director Tang has no ability at all?

Let me say it again, if you eat alone, you will die quickly.

Do you understand? Kuntukuta Katikotsuwasirasong.

Although it was already the time when a person was sleeping the deepest, Zhao Shanhe still called Tang Zhiwei and reported that Fujita and his superior had been captured and brought back to the steel mill. Director Tang was indeed very excited.

"Comrade Zhao Shanhe, you must keep these two enemy spies under guard. No accidents can happen. I'll talk about the rest after I get to the factory."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Shanhe took the confiscated gambling money to the interrogation room and waited for Director Tang to come and give it to him directly. He didn't think much of this little money.

Based on Zhao Shanhe's understanding of Tang Zhiwei, he would not eat alone. I believe that all departments will be able to have some soup tomorrow. Whether the soup is delicious or not depends on whether the people in the detention room are supportive.

At this time, Zhao Shanhe remembered Jia Dongxu. It seemed that after this guy was arrested, the courtyard didn't know about it. He went to the sentry at the gate of the steel rolling mill to ask and found out that no one came to look for him today. He had to admit that Jia Zhang was really generous.

After waiting at the door for a while, he saw Tang Zhiwei coming on a bicycle. Zhao Shanhe handed the two enemy spies over to the other party for interrogation, and he acted like a hands-off boss and ran to the Public Security Department to sleep.

When he woke up, it was already daybreak. He was awakened by the noise outside the office. Hearing all kinds of curses coming from outside the house, he guessed that it must be the visitors from the homes of the gamblers who were caught last night.

I pushed the door open and looked out, all of them were unfamiliar faces I had never seen before. I randomly asked a member of the Public Security Department and only then did I understand why the gamblers' families were so violent.

In the morning, when the heads of other departments arrived, they searched the gamblers again. Please imagine the details, I won’t write about it here.

After being searched, the gamblers were taken into the interrogation room one by one for questioning.

Even good people would be scared when they entered the interrogation room, let alone these people with something to hide. They confessed very quickly. Then the Public Security Department went to where these people lived and asked their families to come over to discuss how to release them.

Zhao Shanhe was too lazy to ask about the matter. Anyway, those family members were scolding the gamblers, not the security department staff. It was a rule that had been passed down for thousands of years. What's more, they were dealing with prisoners, and prisoners had the least human rights.

He went straight to Tang Zhiwei's office, knocked on the door and asked after entering the room.

"Director, what did you get this night? Did you kill the old devils?"

Tang Zhiwei laughed, touched his forehead which was a little shiny due to not sleeping for half a night, and replied.

"Fortunately, this old devil was quite tough at first, but I taught him a few moves I learned during the Korean War, and he immediately became as soft as noodles.

The guy called Fujita was even more of a jerk with high aspirations but poor skills. When I pulled out a gun from him, he thought he was going to be shot, and he almost confessed about how he wet the bed when he was a child.

The investigation department will come to take them away soon, and we will no longer be responsible for this matter. However, you have made great contributions, and I think you can be promoted to a full-time section chief directly this time."