Rebirth of the Flying Era

In the luggage of the fake disabled person, in addition to the 50,000 yuan money order that Zhang Xingjian had just lost, there were many other things.

There are six leather wallets alone, as well as tobacco, alcohol, groceries, and all kinds of stolen goods.

In this age of material scarcity, almost everything is worth some money and can be sold.

But what concerned Du Fei the most was not these things, but a very small microfilm.

This kind of microfilm, which is less than a quarter of the size of a normal roll, is obviously not for normal people to use.

This made Du Fei think of spies for the first time!

Of course, it's not that this thief is a spy, but that this guy stole something belonging to a spy on this train!

Thinking of this, Du Fei reached out to pick up the microfilm.

The policeman on the side said quickly: "Hey! Comrade, these are evidences and cannot be touched casually!"

Du Fei had no expression on his face and took out a red notebook from his pocket.

This was given by Zhu's father before this trip. He and Zhu Ting each had a very high position.

It is only temporary and will have to be taken back when you return from Xiangjiang.

The three police officers were all surprised when they saw it.

After the inspection, he immediately stood at attention, saluted, and shouted "Hello, Chief!"

He returned the certificate with respectful hands.

Du Fei nodded and reached out to pick up the microfilm.

He didn't know much about this kind of thing. When he was very young before traveling, he went to a photo studio to see it.

By the time I reach adulthood, cell phone photography has become commonplace.

The only time I used a film camera was when I was in college. I went traveling near the school and borrowed a point-and-shoot camera from a classmate.

In the end, he really became a ‘fool’!

Because I had never used it before, there was no card owner when loading the film. As a result, I took more than 30 pictures. The film in the camera did not move at all, and it was all reflected on the first negative.

Since that time, Du Fei has always been obsessed with film cameras.

I didn't expect to see such a thing again after so many years.

Du Fei didn't dare to touch the film after he got it. This kind of film would be damaged as soon as it was exposed. He planned to ask Zhu Ting later to see if she understood.

He turned to the policeman and asked, "Who were you arresting just now?"

The veteran police officer in charge immediately replied: "Lock him up in the single room at the back of the car."

The young police officer on the side suddenly realized, thinking that no wonder he could find the prisoner so quickly. He turned out to be the head of a higher-level unit!

He quickly led Du Fei to the place where the thief was being held.

Another young police officer was standing guard here, preparing to hand the man over to the local railway police at the next station.

When Du Fei entered, the thief was handcuffed under the coffee table in dejection.

There was an iron pillar under the coffee table that was very strong and prevented him from sitting on the bunk, so he could only squat under the small coffee table.

Seeing Du Fei come in, the thief glanced at him but said nothing.

He looks like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

Du Fei didn't talk nonsense to him, just took out the microfilm and asked: "What is this? Where does it come from?"

The thief glanced and turned his head: "I don't know. I'm a good person. I'm not a cripple at all. I've never stolen anything."

Du Fei snorted: "Whether you are a thief or not is not up to me, that is the responsibility of the police."

The man was stunned. He thought Du Fei was also a police officer, but based on his tone, it turned out that he was not!

Du Fei said calmly: "If you refuse to tell where this comes from, then I can only assume that it belongs to you, and from this, I will conclude that you are a spy sent by the enemy."

When the thief heard this, he immediately became furious and made a "bang" sound. He wanted to stand up but hit the coffee table hard.

The pain caused him to gasp in pain, but he quickly shouted: "No, the government, the government! I am just a petty thief, but I have never done anything like that! The government..."

Du Fei smiled half-heartedly and said, "Never done it before?"

"I've never done it! I've never done it before!" the thief swore.

Du Fei asked the original question again: "Where did this film come from?"

This time the boy was honest, swallowed his foam, and thought carefully: "This...this was taken from the third carriage and placed in an artificial leather bag..."

"Car three?" Du Fei frowned and asked carefully about the seats. He immediately called three policemen to untie the thief and identify him.

However, when they arrived at Car No. 3, an old lady in her sixties sat in the seat identified by the thief.

When I asked people nearby, I found that the people who were sitting here had already gotten off the bus.

I originally said I was going to Hefei, but for some reason I suddenly left.

In fact, Du Fei could also guess this result.

After all, according to the thief's confession, he had been stealing from this man's pocket for a short time.

If that person was really a spy, he would have had a guilty conscience. But when he suddenly discovered that his pocket was gone, he must have been frightened.

If you change to Du Fei, you should immediately find the nearest train station and get off.

It was almost two hours later when Du Fei returned to the soft sleeper box.

Zhu Ting had been waiting impatiently for a long time. As soon as she came in, she asked: "What's going on? Why did you stay here for so long?"

Du Fei briefly explained the situation.

Then he took out the microfilm, put it in front of Zhu Ting and asked, "Do you recognize this thing?"

Zhu Ting glanced at it and frowned: "Film? Why is it so small?"

Du Fei said: "It should be for a miniature camera."

Zhu Ting reacted quickly and exclaimed: "It's a spy!"

Du Fei nodded.

Zhu Ting asked hurriedly: "Where are the people?"

Du Fei shook his head and said he had run away early, then asked again: "Can you handle this?"

Zhu Ting looked at the microfilm: "It should be no problem~ I can develop ordinary camera film, this should be the same principle."

As he spoke, he picked up the microfilm, looked at it, and carefully stretched out a small section from the film box with his hands.

Then he said "Hey" and pulled out a longer length from inside.

Du Fei was startled by her, and then realized that the film had been developed and there was no exposure problem.

This made him secretly relieved.

He immediately took the film from Zhu Ting's hand, held it in front of his eyes and looked at the bright light outside the window.

Sure enough, the negatives of the film were not normal portraits, but a large number of paper documents, some with red heads, some printed, and some handwritten.

It can now be concluded that the owner of this film is a spy.

However, these negatives were too small, no bigger than a fingernail. Du Fei could only take a rough look and could not determine the specific content.

He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

I simply put the film away and made a mental plan to wait until Jiangxi, hand the film over to the relevant departments there, and let them take over for investigation.

At this moment, there was a sudden "dong dong dong" knock on the door.

Du Fei asked "Who?"

"Hello, Chief, there's something new here!" The veteran policeman's voice came from outside.

Du Fei responded and opened the door.

I saw the old policeman carrying a blue cloth bag.

The old policeman handed the bag to Du Fei and explained: "Chief, that guy threw all the useless things into the trash can. We checked just now and thought this might be useful to you."

Du Fei took the bag, opened it and took a look inside.

Inside were two notebooks wrapped in plastic, as well as some miscellaneous things, which should be documents and letters of introduction.

Du Fei said "thank you" and sent the veteran policeman away.

After closing the door, Zhu Ting came over and asked, "What is it?"

Du Fei asked her to clean up the small coffee table in the box and take out the things inside and put them on it.

First, there are two blue-covered notebooks, and then there are the documents.

Putting it on the coffee table, Zhu Ting picked it up and looked through it. There were public security records, military records, and several household registration books with different names.

Then there are the letters of introduction. The letters of introduction issued from different units are all blank but stamped with official seals.

Some are going to Shanghai, some are going to Yangzhou, some are going to Hangzhou...

Du Fei didn't care too much about these. After taking them all out, he first picked up a notebook.

After flipping through it briefly, I found that more than half of the book has been written.

But there is not much content on each page, and there are four sets of passwords.

Zhu Ting picked up another notebook and opened it. It was exactly the same as this one, with passwords.

Without a codebook, it would be impossible to translate it.

This made Du Fei and Zhu Ting very disappointed. It was definitely the spy's thing, but unfortunately it was of no use.

We can only hand it back to the relevant departments to see if they can crack it.

Du Fei closed the notebook and planned to put it back.

But at this moment, Zhu Ting suddenly said "Hey".

Du Fei asked "What's wrong?"

"Look!" Zhu Ting sent the notebook over.

Du Fei's eyes narrowed, and it turned out that there was a page sandwiched in the middle of the notebook, with dozens of names densely written on it!

Du Fei and Zhu Ting looked at each other and couldn't help but feel excited.

What list is this? has no meaning?

In an instant, all kinds of thoughts came out of my mind.

Du Fei took the list and went through it with Zhu Ting from beginning to end to see if he could find anyone he knew in it.

A few minutes later, Zhu Ting shook her head and said she didn't know him.

Du Fei hesitated a little, frowning and staring at one of the names - Ran Zhicun!

Seeing this name, Du Fei couldn't help but think of Teacher Ran.

The surname Ran is not a big one, and there are not many people with the surname Ran that I meet in life.

Anyway, apart from Teacher Ran, Du Fei never met anyone else named Ran.

Who is this Ran Zhicun? Could it be related to Teacher Ran?

Teacher Ran's parents were arrested before, could this have something to do with it?

Also, after Mr. Men was killed, what happened to Teacher Ran’s sudden disappearance?

Through this name, Du Fei connected these situations together, and he increasingly realized that it was not simple.

Unfortunately, on the train, there was no way to verify the origin of Ran Zhicun.

Zhu Ting saw Du Fei deep in thought and did not dare to disturb him.

After waiting for a long time, he asked: "What's wrong? Did you find anything?"

Du Fei shook his head and said: "It's not really a discovery, let's talk about it later~"

Zhu Ting didn't ask any more questions. Their top priority now was to go south to Xiangjiang, and everything else was just trivial matters.

In the evening, Yang Shu and Zhang Xingjian came over again and expressed their gratitude to Du Fei.

This time, thanks to Du Fei, Zhang Xingjian repeatedly invited him, and he must go to Quanjude to express his gratitude when he returns to the capital.