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Zeng Ziyan dragged his body to undergo examination and said that the problem was serious and he needed to stay in the hospital for treatment, otherwise it would be aborted.

This scared him. If this thing is useless, then he will be useless.

I quickly called and explained to my group members, and arranged someone to come and take care of him.

He was still very careful and called the phone to school for leave and asked his colleagues to come and take care of him.

After all, his information is in Chongqing without relatives, and he is usually a female teacher at the school.

9:00

Yan Wenchuan sat on the chairs on the third floor with the newspaper, staring at the person passing by Ward No. 2. His location was more than ten meters away from Ward No. 2. As long as Zeng Ziyan couldn't come out and walked around, he would find him very much.

A woman in professional attire came to the third floor with high heels. She looked like a teacher, wearing glasses, and looking like a face, and walked towards the eastmost side.

Soon after walking into Ward No. 2, the kid was still willing to spend money and set up an independent ward for himself, which was much more convenient.

Seeing the woman entering, Yan Wenchuan raised his eyebrows. This would be impossible. Zeng Ziyan's file passed by his mind.

Zeng Ziyan came to Chongqing for a few months and stayed in Chengdu for half a year according to the information. He had no relatives. If this female colleague was not a close person, how could she come to take care of him with such injuries?

So these two must be members of the same group, and it seems that they are lurking in the school.

In the ward.

"Team leader, are you okay?" Ling Guizi asked Zeng Ziyan who was lying on the hospital bed with great concern.

"Well, I was injured accidentally and I may need to stay in the hospital for a day. I can't go out for the time being. If you arrange the hospital affairs, go back and send a report. The matter has been completed and news will come tomorrow at noon."

"Partners should not take action for the time being, I will make arrangements tomorrow."

"yes."

"Also: You go to my residence and open the safe. There is a document marked with Hu Jiaojiao. You can put it in the email address in front of Puyun Temple and leave."

"yes."

Zeng Ziyan felt that Hu Jiaojiao had to be out of control and hand over the information in her hand, so that the superiors would send someone to contact her. She was not suitable for her to be involved with her, so as not to get crazy and sell herself out of her mind. That would cause heavy losses.

Ling Guizi arranged the hospital affairs and then went out.

Yan Wenchuan did not stay in the hospital, but followed the woman to see if she had discovered it. It would be best to contact other people, so that she could continue to lock in.

The woman took a rickshaw back to Chongqing University. Yan Wenchuan thought about it and did not follow in. The woman did not stay in the hospital to take care of Zeng Ziyan, and that was to have something to do when she came out.

He had to leave school if he wanted to do business, so he first went to the store not far away and bought a long gown. His Zhongshan outfit was too eye-catching, which was not conducive to follow-up for a while.

After changing his clothes, he came to the school not far away to squat. He wore a big brimmed hat and pressed it down to the working people. There were people like this on the street.

Waited for twenty minutes.

The woman had just changed her clothes and was wearing a long dress, which looked like the young lady of the family. Not far away, she called a rickshaw and began to circle around Yuzhong District.

The woman was very careful and changed three rickshaws in a row. Finally, she came to a two-story western-style building in Yuzhong District. From the outside, she looked like a wealthy family's residence.

The woman took out the key from her bag and opened the iron door. She obviously came over frequently. She looked carefully at both sides of the street when she entered the door.

Yan Wenchuan waited for her to enter the house before he came out of the street and came to the door not far from the door to observe carefully.

I come here in broad daylight and it is unlikely that I will come back to sleep. If I report meals, I will come back to handle things or pick up things. I will still have to leave after a while. It is not convenient for me to go in now.

Go back to the street, if the woman returns to school later, then he will come back and check it out. If he is going to another place, there is nothing to say, and continue to track the next target.

10:00

Yan Wenchuan, who was squatting at the intersection of the street, saw the woman locking the door, got up and walked towards the side. Wherever she was too eye-catching, it was easy to lock herself with these Japanese spies.

The woman who came to the street corner changed her hand to a big bag, but it didn't look bloated, so it was hard to guess what she had to put.

This time she did not call a taxi, but walked forward. Yan Wenchuan fell far behind her. The two were thirty meters apart, and there was someone in between, so it was still difficult to find him.

When he arrived at Zhongshan, Yan Wenchuan came here once yesterday and was quite familiar with him. The woman entered a shop and did not buy anything but looked at the street through the window. If someone followed her, it would be easy to expose her.

If you come here, you won’t go to Puyun Temple again. It’s still a distance from Puyun Temple, but it’s still very likely that you can’t see what the woman is doing inside. Either wait for her to come out in place or wait for her in front.

Yan Wenchuan thought about going in front and waiting for her. If a woman walked back, she would inevitably see her figure. If she was following her, it would be easy to find it in the crowd.

Thinking of this, he followed the crowd to the south. When he passed by the store, he did not observe the situation inside. He went straight to the store twenty meters away and looked at the door of the store.

Strangely, he couldn't see anyone on the left and right. After five minutes, no one came out of it and it was broken.

This woman was too cautious and must have gone out through the back door. Of course, she wasn't sure if she was still inside. It would be fine if she went over to investigate, but if the person was inside, she would meet each other.

However, I still have to go over and take a look. The worst thing is to let go or catch people. After all, this is Chongqing, and I can easily play the game at home.

Yan Wenchuan came to the door of the store and saw no woman through the glass. He pushed the door open and entered. This was a grocery store with everything.

"Boss, my wife came here to buy things just now. Where is she going now?" Yan Wenchuan asked the boss on the counter.

"oh,"

"The woman just now was your wife?" Obviously the boss suspected what he said, "You are dressed so rustic, and people are obviously rich, so how could they be your wife?"

"Yes, I can't buy some household purchases."

Although the boss doesn't think it's like, he doesn't go into it.

"I just bought something and said someone was looking for her, so I asked him to go back. She would go home in a while and then leave the back door. Why do I like to go through the back door these days?" The boss shook his head and said.

Discover yourself?

This is also possible, but it is unlikely that you will leave a word to mock yourself.

He didn't ask any more and went out to Puyun Temple. If he didn't come yesterday, he might have lost it. But now he can still bet. This woman came here to meet the host in Puyun Temple.

He walks fast by taking two steps at a time, but on the contrary, women should be careful. This way, there is a time difference, and even if you walk a few minutes earlier than you, you may not arrive first.

He could only bet on luck and came to Puyun Temple 300 meters away. There was a small alley here. Pedestrians passed by here, leading directly to the east and west streets. When he came last night, he didn't observe it very carefully. He saw that most of the surrounding shops selling incense, candles, paper money, and there was also a teahouse.

Yan Wenchuan walked into the teahouse and ordered a bowl of large covered tea. While drinking tea, he paid attention to Puyun Temple diagonally opposite. The incense was really good. The crowds in and out did not see the little monk standing at the door to charge. What is this rule?

"My man, isn't Puyun Temple opposite charged? Why don't you see the charge now?" Yan Wenchuan asked the guy who came over to store the water.

"The guest official came from another place, no wonder. The temple opposite is free to enter during the day, and it will only be charged after 7 o'clock in the evening, and it is not cheap."

"I heard that making wishes at night is very effective. Some monks preach, but there are few rich people after all, so they come to burn incense and pray for blessings during the day." After saying that, the guy left.

He understood that it was the time when a Japanese spy came to deliver the message at night, so he had to check it out. If he didn't have Gao Xiang or brought San Hundred San, he would be turned away.

The Military Intelligence Bureau spies are tracking and surveillance, and they cannot carry such completeness at any time. On the contrary, those who come to burn incense at night are pilgrims who have prepared for them. The chance of tracking and surveillance is very small, and this is just a very simple screening.

If you are really tracked and monitored, you will have time to escape. It is really cunning.

Now I'm waiting here, just confirm whether Zeng Ziyan is in the same group as the host in the temple. If so, it's unlikely that he is in the same group as Yingluo. You can consider arresting and interrogation.

Not long after, a man in a postman's uniform passed by the temple's door, put some newspapers and letters into the storage box not far from the door, and hung them in the storage box on the wall, and then left.

No,

This kid comes and goes in the wind and rain every day. His skin is quite white, his arms and palms are slender and white, and he looks like a woman.

Looking at the figure that was far away, although I deliberately pretended to be a man, there was always a little out of place. How can I say it?

I was a little bit shy, and my stride was not big. I was not a problem with height. The main reason was that the uniform was a bit loose, so I couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

He undoubtedly saw it in his leisurely and uncomfortable situation, and did not take it seriously. Most men look like women.

Keep waiting.

But no matter whether he went in or came out, he didn't see the woman appear. Did he make a mistake in his judgment?

Half an hour later, he planned to give up and go back to the hospital to see Zeng Ziyan first. If he doesn't work, he will arrest and interrogate directly. It will be no good for Hu Jiaojiao to designate.

Shortly after leaving the house, a man in a postman's uniform came from the south, pushing a bicycle, and there were many parcels and letters hanging behind him.

This will definitely be a man, with rough skin, dark skin, and the shoes on his feet are all out of line.

Compared to the man just now, I was much more crazier. Didn’t he just send him off? Why did he go here again?

He stood on the street and watched the postman pass by the temple without stopping. He frowned slightly and walked up to him inquire.

"Why didn't this guy see you send an email to Puyun Temple?"

The postman looked at him and said, "We don't need to send it here. If there are special people coming here, the specific time may not be certain."

"Oh, is the person who sent the letter from your post office?"

"this..."

"I'm not very clear about this. Our director asked me not to care about Puyun Temple's emails, saying that people would send them to deliver them, maybe they were from our post office." After that, he pushed the car away, and he still had a lot of letters to deliver.

There is a problem, there is a problem here.

This email is hung at the door, but it is not the post office responsible for delivering it. It is the box where the Japanese spy specifically reports the news to the host.

Is the postman who was not a man or a woman just now a Japanese spy?

Or is it just a woman who is following and surveillance, after disguising, wearing a disposable mask to change her appearance, and coming to deliver something?
Chapter completed!