The night falls.

At the foot of the west mountain, the lights in the military camp were dim.

The thick poplar trees were tall and straight, leaving behind a silhouette of a hero.

The lights are on everywhere in the red building, and it will be a long night for the people in the building.

The surroundings were very quiet, and you could vaguely hear the sentry not far away asking for the command, and then there was silence again. It turned out that the time for a change of sentry was up.

Although the military camp we temporarily live in covers a very wide area, there are not many garrisons. It only has one company of guard forces. It belongs to the Central Security Corps, which is very elite and loyal and reliable.

They are responsible for guarding an important import, export and assembly site of the huge and top-secret underground Great Wall that the capital has been built since its founding. There is a deep cave near our small building that can directly lead to the legendary forbidden area.

The place is very vigilant, and even in peacetime, it is always vigilant. After we arrived here, they were directly responsible for the security work outside our group and were authorized to directly fire the fire when they found suspicious people invaded.

This made the officers and soldiers feel excited when they saw us coming in and out. If they met me wearing military uniforms, they would proudly raise their chests and give me a very standard military salute. When I returned the salute, they would not want to let it go for a long time.

Although I don’t know what they are doing, I feel very powerful and proud. I have also experienced it deeply, so I especially like and thank these simple and lovely comrades.

Although due to the iron secret discipline, they do not know what they are defending, and it is even more impossible to talk about the tasks they are taking when bragging to the villagers in the village after demobilization, their spirit also infected me and reminded me of the arduous mission they shouldered.

I am Lin Qianjun, I am on standby in my office, waiting for the team leader’s new order.

Today is April 1, 1983. Because this time is very important, it is necessary to say it again.

Today's time seems to be very slow. I first kept the phone in the duty room, and thought for a while, then went out to see the murder scene of the 3.15 project, met an acquaintance, and also met a very interesting person. Then I rushed back to the group, and then had a meeting. Everyone in the group rushed back to listen to Mu Yuchen's case report, and then quarreled with each other about how to carry out the next work.

After several group meetings, I realized that due to the indescribable reasons, the work meetings in our group also implemented a democratic centralism of one person, one vote, rather than a group leader's one-man rule. Each group member represents the will of one or more parties and has his own interests to defend. If it does not conflict with national interests, everyone will stand on their own standpoint to fight for their own departments, and flexibly use various struggle strategies, slap the table, stare at each other, sarcastically say to each other, and even say a few swear words. Compared with these old fried dough sticks, I think I should have gone to get the little red flowers.

Due to well-known reasons, the public security front was the first to be hit, and suffered huge losses in that decade. It is not just empty talk to smash the public security, procuratorate and courts. Although it has recovered over the years, it has seriously damaged its vitality. The poor social security situation in recent years is an obvious example.

Of course, these are just a background and do not affect the Ministry of Public Security's dispatch of elite soldiers to concentrate their efforts to solve the "3.15 Homicide Case" in one go, and the top secret case that was personally supervised and solved within a time limit. It can be found in more than ten days to solve the headless case with complex and strange circumstances. It is indeed a waste of effort and can be said to be beautiful.

However, if it involves the whereabouts of highly confidential documents like "Zero", neither credit nor hard work can be said. Every delay of one minute is a crime and may cause irreparable losses to the country.

Perhaps everyone had a premonition of the worst outcome, so at the beginning of the meeting, there was smoke of gunpowder, and everyone was filled with gunpowder.

At the beginning of the meeting, when Mu Yuchen was making a report on the case, he planned to follow the materials provided by the department and read the text, first showing the leaders' attention and amazing human resources to be used, and talk about the process and process of solving the case. When he mentioned that the people in Chaoyang District were mobilized to dig three feet into the ground and found the victim's body, he was interrupted by Team Leader Li Chenfeng's rude and even a little out of character.

"I don't want your case solving, I just want the number zero machine!"

Then he added and emphasized.

“Where is the Zero?”

Mu Yuchen looked at the materials and confirmed it before answering:

"We have carefully searched all the places where Zhou Chunlan has lived, but no documents were found. They should have been taken away by the murderer. The final whereabouts of the Zero Machine will not be determined until the murderer is caught."

Li Chenfeng asked:

"What about the murderer? Where is the murderer?"

Mu Yuchen replied without hesitation:

"Japan."

Although I have known a little a long time ago and everyone has already guessed it, the truth is clearly in front of me, and everyone still took a deep breath. Now things are in trouble, and it is really a big problem.

Although Japan has normalized diplomatic relations with us and has begun to get very close to each other, in fact, the underground struggle between the two sides has been ongoing. The old saying goes, imperialism is undead of my heart. If this perverted country masters the secret of "Zero", believes in the intelligence value of "Zero", knows the existence of "butterflies", and even for some ulterior motive, they share intelligence resources with the United States according to the Japan-US Security Treaty, which will have a very far-reaching impact and unpredictable losses on the future of the motherland.

Because no one knows what "Butterfly" wrote in his first letter, and the unknown is the most feared thing.

If Butterfly's words are true, the two sentences Zhou Chunlan mentioned when chatting with her colleagues in the office after reading the letter have great intelligence value.

"One is that on July 1, 1997, Hong Kong returned to the motherland; on December 20, 1999, Macau returned to the motherland. The No. 1 leader has made great achievements and has been recorded in history. Unfortunately, he did not see the scene of the five-star red flag rising in Hong Kong."

Not this paragraph, of course this paragraph is also very, very important.

"In the future, China's GDP will surpass Japan and become the world's second largest economy, and become imperialism once."

This is the sentence, which was analyzed by the superior leader. The information value contained in this sentence may even exceed the sum of the value of all the information mentioned in the second letter.

But it fell into the hands of the Japanese again. Now our country is working hard to develop, and the road ahead is vast, and no one can clearly know what the future will be like.

Being ahead of Britain and the United States is just a slogan. Even today, when reform and opening up strives to achieve the four modernizations, even in the Party Congress Charter, the second place in the world is still a dream that you dare not to wish for. This dream is so beautiful. What a happy thing it would be if the national economic development can really surpass Japan in the near future!

The whole world does not believe this. Even the most optimistic and pro-Chinese analysts will not speculate like this. Even domestic dreamers will not shout such slogans. Even in that craziest era, no one really thinks that I am the world number one, no, the world second!

If the Japanese knew and believed it, what would the Japanese think? What would the Soviets think? What would the Americans think?

The road to peaceful development and rise of the motherland will inevitably encounter more intense and unnecessary resistance, and the beginning of all this depends on a letter.

Thoughts are always meteors and lightning, and the reality in front of you always has to be faced.

Mu Yuchen was not very keen on the spilling of materials in the department. Since the team leader had spoken, he stopped talking. He took out a stack of paper from the folder and sent a few pieces to everyone. After everyone got it, he said:

"This is the basic situation of the murderer we have at present. Let's take a look first and give more valuable suggestions."

Looking at his twitching expression when he spoke, you know that he was reluctant to say the last sentence.

Everyone didn't say anything and read it immediately. There was not much information. Then everyone read it several times to make sure they knew everything.

I looked carefully.

The murderer's name is Ye Tongshuang, and his Japanese name is Ling Boliichi. Female, 24 years old, formerly Chinese, now Japanese nationality, and the second generation of orphans of the Japanese war. He went to Japan in 1978 and came to Beijing in 1982. He worked as an interpreter at the Beijing Office of the China-Japan University Students' Folk Mutual Aid and Friendship Association. He had a very close relationship with Zhou Chunlan during his lifetime. On March 17, he resigned on the grounds of returning to his hometown to get married and returned to Japan on flight kz730 from Beijing Airport. His whereabouts are unknown.

There is also an accomplice named Kogoro Ida, a Japanese male, 65 years old, lives in Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan. He is a famous local private detective and amateur mystery novel writer. He is the murderer's uncle. He came to China a month ago on travel. He took flight kz730 from Beijing Airport on March 17 and his whereabouts are unknown. Archives show that during the War of Resistance Against Japan, he worked in the New Tokyo Police Office of the puppet Manchukuo, and his hands were stained with the blood of anti-Japanese martyrs.

Everyone read the information, but the situation was complicated and they didn't speak.

The team leader rubbed his nose, lit a cigarette, and asked everyone:

"This is the situation. What should I do next? Let's talk about your opinions."

Yes, what should I do next?
Chapter completed!