"Deputy Section Chief Wang, the person who came out is Bailifu."

"Sure?"

"We're sure. We've quietly verified it with someone, and all the information is consistent. And we also know another piece of information. He bought a ticket to Hong Kong tomorrow."

"Okay, keep an eye on me."

Wang Nanxing threw away the cigarette butt: "I will report to Section Chief Meng immediately."

…

"Our investigation revealed that after arriving in Wuhan, Bailifu did indeed live in Jingming Building. He wandered around the streets, teahouses and hotels, or visited friends every day. The situation was not very clear. After staying for a few days, Bailifu did not press the button.

I did not plan to go to Chongqing as I learned from the secret report, but purchased a flight ticket to return to Hong Kong tomorrow."

"Ready to run away?" Meng Shaoyuan sneered: "Where can I start?"

"The most suitable place is Nanhu Airport." Wang Nanxing replied: "He will definitely cross the river to Nanhu Airport. As long as we set up an ambush there, we can catch him without causing trouble."

"Then Nanhu Airport."

Meng Shaoyuan made up his mind: "At the same time, find a place nearby and start interrogation immediately once captured!"

…

Morning, 8 o'clock.

"Out."

"Keep an eye on it."

Bailifu walked out from Jingming Building holding a suitcase.

He stretched out his hand to stop a rickshaw.

"Follow me!" Wang Nanxing whispered.

The direction the rickshaw goes is not the river crossing pier.

"It seems like you are going to the British Concession?" Wang Nanxing frowned.

Gan Ning said calmly: "Just follow me. Since he bought the ticket, he will definitely go to the airport."

The rickshaw really pulled into the British Concession Polo Hall.

Bailifu got off the car, looked around, then took out a letter and stuffed it into the mailbox, and then got into the rickshaw again.

"You." Wang Nanxing pointed to an agent beside him: "Go and get that letter."

"yes!"

"The rest of you, keep following me!"

…

Hankou, Crossing the River Wharf.

Bailey had no idea that he was being followed.

When the ferry across the river docked, he and others got on the boat.

Behind him were the military agents who were staring at him.

On the deck, Bailifu lit his pipe leisurely and contentedly.

Wang Nanxing also took out a cigarette.

Gan Ning took out a lighter and lit it for Wang Nanxing.

"Oh, it's American."

"Boss Wang, if you like it, I'll give it to you."

The conversation between the two Chinese people next to him fell clearly on Bailifu's ears.

He smiled contemptuously, these bumpkin Chinese people can make a fuss with a lighter.

…

Wuhan, Nanhu Airport.

The people who came here were all rich and noble. As the Japanese army approached Wuhan, a large number of people who had the means were eager to evacuate the city.

Air tickets are not too tight yet.

Bailifu got off the rickshaw and paid the fare.

"Mr. Bulliver?"

Suddenly, someone called his name.

When Bailifu took a look, he saw that he was the Chinese who asked for a lighter on the ship.

He looked at him doubtfully: "Who are you?"

"Mr. Bailey, I thought you looked familiar to me on the ship just now. You have forgotten that we did business together in Shanghai."

Shanghai?

Have you done business together?

Before Bailifu had time to react, the rickshaw driver suddenly said: "Sir, is this something you dropped?"

"What?" Bailifu walked to the rickshaw again.

Suddenly, something cold was pressed against his waist: "Don't make a sound, if you make a sound, I'll beat you to death!"

"Who...who are you?" Bailifu became panicked.

"Commanders from the military, get in the car with us!"

Wang Nanxing refused to say anything and pushed Bai Lifu into a car...

…

"What are you going to do? I protest! I'm British!"

In a temporarily requisitioned private house, Bailifu shouted: "You are kidnapping! Kidnapping! I will sue you! Sue the National Government!"

"Quiet!" Wang Nanxing slapped the table.

"No, no!" Bailey almost screamed.

"It's no use yelling."

The door was pushed open and Meng Shaoyuan walked in.

"Who are you?"

"You don't need to worry about who I am!" Meng Shaoyuan sat down and said, "Mr. Bailey, we respect your British identity. I also have a few British friends. We don't want to embarrass you, but we just have a few questions to ask you."

"I don't have anything to answer." Bailifu was probably tired and sat down on the chair.

Meng Shaoyuan asked calmly: "Mr. Bailiver, when did you start colluding with the British to steal Chinese intelligence?"

"What did you say? I colluded with the Japanese?" Bai Lifu rejected it: "This is simply ridiculous."

"Really?" Meng Shaoyuan said calmly, "Do you think that if we don't have conclusive evidence about you, we will arrest a British person like you?"

"Sir, my Chinese is not very good. I can't understand a lot of what you say."

"Then, I will talk to you in your native language." Meng Shaoyuan immediately switched to English: "If you don't explain, I think we will spend a long time here."

Dai Li repeatedly ordered not to torture Bailifu, otherwise it would be very troublesome in the future.

And this happened to be where Bailifu was confident. When faced with the other party's problems, he either pretended to be deaf or dumb, or denied them in every possible way.

Meng Shaoyuan had been watching his performance. Seeing that the fire was almost done, he took out a thick letter from his pocket: "So where is this letter addressed to Macquarie Bank in Hong Kong?"

Bailifu's expression suddenly changed.

It's over, everything is exposed.

Just last night, after returning to his apartment, Bailey stayed up to discuss the night battle. He organized the intelligence collected over the past few days and wrote a ten-page letter in English in an attempt to deliver the intelligence by mail.

.

Bailifu originally wanted to carry it with him because the day before his arrest, the British Consul General in Hankou, Wei Demo, told him that the Chinese authorities were full of suspicions about him and warned him to be careful.

In order to avoid the risk of carrying it around with others, he came up with the idea of ​​mailing it.

The agents sent by Wang Nanxing took out the letter after negotiating with the post office on his way to the airport.

The contents of the letter are all intelligence about China's military, political, economic and international relations, and contain malicious criticism of my country's diplomatic situation.

"I have read the letter." Meng Shaoyuan threw the letter on the table: "What else do you have to say?"

"I can explain." Bailifu cheered up and said, "I'm just doing an investigation. My fundamental purpose is to investigate the obstacles to peace and then write some articles to promote peace between China and Japan."

"Really, then the Chinese have to thank you?" Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "Prevot, whose English name is Prevot, was born on February 1, 1894 in Peak Road, Hong Kong. The registration number is 15/1894. His father is a planter.

Worker, both parents are French..."

Bailifu became a little panicked.
To be continued...