Espionage: I became sworn brothers with Zheng Yaoxian at the beginning, and became the Seventh Broth

Chapter 488 Tracking Target

Nanjing, Beixinqiao.

Hidden deep within the lush grove, along a winding path, lies an unassuming pavilion.

at this time.

Ye Shaohong was sitting quietly in the pavilion, leisurely sipping tea while reading the documents in his hands.

Thump thump thump...

A series of footsteps sounded, and an operations agent from the Nanjing Special Service Headquarters walked over.

"Section Chief Ye, the target has been spotted."

The field operative entered the pavilion and came to Ye Shaohong. He first raised his hand to salute Ye Shaohong, and then reported the situation they had just discovered.

"Oh, I see."

"Give the order to follow carefully, but don't alert him and let him discover us."

"Yes!"

The field operative shouted and ran into the dense forest, disappearing without a trace in no time.

Just then, a gentle evening breeze swept in.

The wind blew the documents on the desk, creating a rustling sound.

Upon hearing the sound, Ye Shaohong stopped what he was doing. He first put down his teacup, and then stood up.

After taking a few steps forward, Ye Shaohong took out a small and exquisite binoculars from his pocket.

I perched it on the bridge of my nose and looked out at a street outside the woods.

There, a man in his early thirties was walking slowly, carrying a box of pastries in one hand and humming an unknown tune.

Following his direction, about ten meters back, another candy seller appeared, carrying goods on a shoulder pole.

"Chicken feathers and pig bristles, exchange them for money and sugar."

The shouts that came from afar through the grove reached Ye Shaohong's ears, making him nod involuntarily.

"not bad."

"Song Xiaoan's subordinate is quite skilled in disguise and tailing."

After his gaze lingered briefly on the candy vendor, Ye Shaohong turned his attention back to the middle-aged man in his early thirties.

"Chen Peishan, Deputy Section Chief of the Dispatch Department of the General Staff of the National Government."

"A distant relative of Wang." "Could you be the Japanese spy I'm looking for?"

As Ye Shaohong muttered to himself, he saw that the middle-aged man in his early thirties, Chen Peishan, had already reached the entrance of a courtyard.

He looked around and, seeing that there was no one else around except the candy vendor, Chen Peishan raised his hand and began to knock on the courtyard gate.

After a few movements, Chen Peishan stopped what he was doing.

After a while.

The tightly closed gate of the mansion opened a crack from the inside, revealing a beautiful young woman in her twenties.

Through the telescope, Ye Shaohong could clearly see that a lewd smile immediately appeared on Chen Peishan's face.

His mouth was opening and closing, but it was impossible to tell what he was saying.

They must be flirting. Because when he spoke, a beautiful young woman in her twenties in the courtyard first gave Chen Peishan a look that seemed both angry and resentful.

Then he raised his hand and gently punched Chen Peishan's chest.

This prompted Chen Peishan to chuckle lewdly twice more.

Then Chen Peishan raised the box of pastries he was holding and showed it to the beautiful young woman in her twenties.

It seemed like they were showing off.

The beautiful young woman in her twenties gave a soft, pouting snort, and then opened the gate to the mansion.

Chen Peishan, like a monkey, immediately crawled inside.

"Just as the investigation revealed, Chen Peishan really is a lecherous glutton."

“He didn’t even spare the wives of his subordinates.”

Silently shaking his head, Ye Shaohong watched as Chen Peishan's figure disappeared before he put down the binoculars he was holding.

They turned back into the pavilion.

A few minutes later.

Another field agent from the Secret Service headquarters hurried over.

"Section Chief, I've brought the documents you requested."

"Well, leave it there."

"Tell me what you found out in your investigation."

Ye Shaohong raised his hand and tapped on the stone table in the pavilion. While pouring tea into his cup, he asked a question, seemingly unintentionally.

"Yes."

"According to our investigation, the woman in this house has the surname Murong and her full name is Murong Cui."

She is from Qufu, Shandong Province.

"Three years ago, her husband was transferred to the General Staff of the Nationalist Government, and she came to Nanjing with him." "Now she is a Chinese language teacher at Beixinqiao Primary School."

The newly arrived field operative put down the documents he was holding and responded to Ye Shaohong.

"Teachers at Beixinqiao Elementary School?"

"Did you investigate at her workplace? What is her daily attendance record? What is her reputation at school?"

Is there anything strange about it?

At this moment, Ye Shaohong had just brewed a fresh cup of tea. He picked up the teacup and took a sip while moving the documents on the stone table, multitasking as he checked the information. He casually asked a question.

"An investigation has been conducted."

"According to the responses from the teachers at Beixinqiao Elementary School, this woman named Murong Cui usually has a fairly good reputation at the school."

"No special stories have been circulating." "As for her daily attendance, there are basically no major problems, but we still found something strange about it."

The field crew responded.

"Oh?"

"Tell me, what's so strange about it?"

Ye Shaohong raised an eyebrow, and his movements paused for a brief moment.

“In the past two months, Murong Cui has taken thirteen days off.”

“Each time, she used a different reason, such as cleaning at home or feeling unwell.”

"There was nothing special about this originally."

"Then we compared Chen Peishan's daily attendance at the National Government General Staff and found that Chen Peishan was absent every time Murong Cui asked for leave."

The field operative's expression was slightly grave. For professionals in the field of espionage, even the slightest problem would be magnified infinitely.

This has become an instinct in their daily lives.

Just like now.

The almost identical absences and leave requests of Chen Peishan and Murong Cui already demonstrate an undeniable fact.

There's definitely something going on between the two of them.

"interesting."

"They have a deep-seated affair. In two months, they secretly met up thirteen times. They're quite busy."

Ye Shaohong shook his head and chuckled softly, then immediately suppressed the smile on his face.

"What about Murong Cui's network of relationships?"

"Is the investigation clear?"

"And what about their family's daily expenses, and Murong Cui's own spending habits? Have you investigated those?" Ye Shaohong pressed on relentlessly. Since they didn't yet have a solid list of suspicious individuals, these seemingly trivial daily matters became very important.

Ye Shaohong must fully understand this.

But this time Ye Shaohong was disappointed.

His voice rang out, but there was no reply for a long time. When he looked up at the person who had come, the field operative was already pale-faced, with sweat dripping from his forehead and temples, and was looking at him with a look of fear.

"I'm...I'm sorry, sir."

"We haven't had time to investigate this issue yet..."