Beijing has been in the hands of the Japanese army for one year since 1939. The enemy's flames are arrogant and the devil dances wildly. Some traitors are trying to find a map to invite their new favorite. Most young students who don't want to be enslaved turn to the rear camp, and some people quietly form new underground armed forces to fight the enemy. My compatriots in the old capital, who have gone through many vicissitudes, are ashamed and look to Julian Waghann in the west.

This autumn, I was ordered by my superiors to go to Beijing to take an examination of Xinmin Academy, which was established after the Japanese occupied Beijing. Its purpose is only to train a group of out-and-out traitors into Japanese eagle dogs. Under the strict training in the past, I successfully passed the exam, and during my study, because of my excellent performance, I not only graduated with the best results, but also was sent to Tokyo, Japan for further study.

1940 (at that time, I should probably say Showa ×× years). When he returned to Beijing after graduation, he was immediately appointed as a "translator" of the Japanese military department, which is what Beijing compatriots call a "running dog." At first, I just did some translation or running errands, but with the progress of time, I gradually gained the attention and trust of the Japanese military, so my responsibilities became heavier and heavier, and my contacts became wider and wider. In just a few years, I rose from "translation" to "entrustment", that is, the highest class that China people working in the Japanese army can get.

In fact, during this period, my real position was the staff of XX Bureau of Chongqing Military Commission, and my task was to fight in Beijing. After several years of hiding behind enemy lines, under the cover of Japanese "entrustment", my comrades and I have done countless actions to shock and frighten the enemy, and also saved the lives of many anti-Japanese volunteers who fell into the clutches or almost fell into the hands of the enemy. Thanks to the guidance of my superiors and my clever use, not only did the enemy have no doubt about me, but he trusted me more and more.

The Japanese emperor read the imperial edict of surrender.

1on the morning of September 3, 945, I went to the military supplies department of Ganmian Hutong in Beijing to queue up for rations. At that time, Beijing's food was under control and was very scarce. All Japanese officers and soldiers and their families were designated to receive rations there. When I got there, hundreds of people were already waiting in line. When I stood in that long line for a short time, suddenly the loudspeaker came out:

"The imperial edict, the imperial edict, all kneel down ..."

All the people in the queue were shocked and hurriedly knelt down. I fell to the ground, too. I don't know what happened. After a long pause, there was silence. The Japanese looked back with an inquiring expression, but no one knew, and no one dared to make any noise.

For a long time, there was a rustling sound on the loudspeaker, and then Japanese Emperor Hirohito read the famous imperial edict of "surrendering to the Allies" in history. Before Hirohito's words were finished, many Japanese men and women kneeling on the ground began to cry. I've heard less than half of it, and I already understand what's going on. A nameless excitement suddenly stood up, lost my hand and turned to leave. At this time, several Japanese people next to me looked up at me in grief and surprise, because no one dared to run around while listening to the imperial edict of the emperor. When they saw the symbol on my chest (China people who work in the Japanese military department have a specific symbol on their chest to distinguish them from the Japanese), the expressions and eyes of sadness, fear, confusion and confusion were too complicated for me to describe. But I don't want to waste time studying it and leave in a hurry, because I know there are busier and heavier tasks waiting for me to deal with.

War criminals and traitors are turtles in a jar.

After eight long and dark years, Beijing finally saw the light of day again. Victory has brought me joy and more arduous tasks. In enemy-occupied areas, apart from Nanjing, Beijing is the most important place to eat. Because during the occupation, Nanjing was a nominal "fake capital"; However, Beijing is obviously another political power. Not only does everything start all over again, but the area under its jurisdiction is also quite far away. Therefore, the task of eliminating rape and arresting war criminals is particularly arduous.

The Military Commission set up two anti-rape groups in Beijing, and I was appointed as the leader of the second group. Comrades who have been lurking in Beijing for eight years and lived and died with me are still catching Japanese war criminals and eliminating rape with me. For us, these two tasks are relatively easy, because they are only the continuation of eight years' work. According to our knowledge and information, the vast majority of heinous Japanese war criminals and traitor puppets are trying to catch turtles in a jar. Of course, sometimes there are a few fish that slip through the net; But with a little time and one or two tricks, no one can escape from the French Open. Most importantly, because we have been lurking in the Japanese army for many years and have a special understanding of the difference between clear and turbid, there will be no innocent injuries.

We were all in Beijing that year, such as Takayuki Sakai (a Japanese war criminal who once occupied Hong Kong), Wang Kemin, Wang (once the chairman of the pseudo-North China Government Affairs Committee), Du Xijun (supervised by the pseudo-Public Security Bureau), Menzhizhong, Qi (pseudo-North China Government Affairs Committee) and Zhou Zuoren (brother of Lu Xun). When I personally carried out the arrest, some people denied it, some people knelt down and begged for mercy, and some people almost died of fright on the spot. It's ridiculous and pathetic.

Commander Kim lives in mystery.

It seems that few people don't know this woman, Kawashima Yoshiko; Especially in North China, Commander Jin's name is almost a household name, and it is well known to all women and children. Chuan Dao Yoshiko was originally from China, and her father was a noble prince named Su Zhenzi in the late Qing Dynasty. Her China name is Jin Bihui. Because her father Su Zhenzhi was exiled in Dalian after the Republic of China, he was bent on how to restore the Qing Dynasty by external force, and he did not hesitate to give his own daughter to a Japanese ronin, Chuan Dao Su Lang, as an adopted daughter, so he changed his name to Chuan Dao Yoshiko.

Chuan Dao Yoshiko was an active woman in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period. She joined the Black Dragon Club, a Japanese spy stronghold. Her early beauty was reversed by many men, including Japanese wartime Prime Minister tojo hideki, Peking Opera star Jin Shaoshan, and even many famous and unknown people. She plays with men in order to realize one of her hopes; Her life is full of mystery, and the Japanese call her "the beauty of men's clothing". With her wit and charm, she once went from a student to a commander who had been in trouble for a while. She has been living in mystery.

I heard the name of Kawashima Yoshiko a long time ago. During the time when I worked in Beijing, the street said that her beauty was called harmony between man and nature, and her spy work was like a myth. However, I have always been very close to her and have never seen her for what she really is. Moreover, although I once had the idea of confronting her head-on, I didn't have a chance to compete with her.

After the victory, when I was engaged in anti-rape work, because there were two groups in Beijing at the same time, they received instructions from their superiors to carry out arrest tasks, and even some orders were temporarily specified, so in the early days, in addition to following the orders I received, I also monitored some objects that should be arrested but did not receive orders, and Kawashima Yoshiko was one of them.

I was ordered to arrest Chuan Dao Yoshiko.

/kloc-one late autumn night in 0/945, I was instructed by my superior to immediately arrest Chuan Dao Yoshiko, which was my long-awaited job. At that time, Chuan Dao Yoshiko was already under our surveillance and knew all her actions. However, due to her important position and legendary magic, I was afraid of unexpected changes at this last moment, so I decided to take action in the middle of the night with both joy and worry in order to complete the task as soon as possible.

When I received the order, I immediately sent most comrades in the group to monitor around Kawashima Yoshiko's apartment. After a while, a sent comrade called back and said, "Kawashima Yoshiko is not at home. It is said that he went to the banquet of Chief X." (Officer X is responsible for Beijing's surrender. In addition to asking him to continue to monitor and understand the situation in the house, I also called the hotel headquarters for verification. Yoshiko Kawashima was indeed at the headquarters, so I sent several comrades there to carry out surveillance. On the one hand, I waited for news with my comrades who stayed in the group, on the other hand, I planned how to complete the arrest task.

We are surrounded by a table. On the table is the floor plan of Chuan Dao House, an old Beijing mansion with three entrances and a big garden behind it. There was only one old servant in China at the first entrance, and the second one was occupied by two Japanese, nominally the secretary of Kawashima Yoshiko, who lived in the first room at the last entrance. There are not many people in the house, but some German shepherds are fierce. We have made the terrain clear, and everyone's work has been properly assigned, just waiting for the fish to get into the net.

At midnight, the comrades under surveillance in the Chief Officer's Department called and said that the banquet was over and Kawashima Yoshiko had gone home. Soon, another phone call said that she had arrived home and everything was as usual. I waited patiently in the crowd, thinking: What kind of expression will be on the beautiful face of the world-famous devil Chuan Dao Yoshiko when she sees me? I waited silently until four o'clock the next morning, and then led the comrades left behind in the group to set off by car.

In Beijing in late autumn, the night is chilly and the streets are already deserted. When there was still a long way from Kawashima Yoshiko's home, we stopped and walked forward. Before coming to this magnificent house, a comrade who was on a surveillance mission there greeted him and made a gesture to show that everything was all right. So, I gently waved to my comrades who came with me, and everyone dispersed according to the scheduled arrangement. In addition to the monitoring outside the house, someone came through the wall from behind, and I led five or six people to knock at the door.

This is a standard old-fashioned gate in the north, with high threshold, red lacquer gold ring, thick and solid. I knocked on the knocker for a long time before someone came out to open the door. As soon as the door opened a crack, we rushed in and conveniently blocked the old servant who opened the door by the door. At the same time, the other two comrades quickly subdued the two big German shepherd dogs that rushed forward. It's only a moment, and we've quietly entered.

I simply whispered my identity and purpose to the old servant and asked him to lead the way. He meekly agreed. So we went to the second yard and arrested the two Japanese secretaries respectively. One of them was pulled out of bed and knelt down in fear at the sight of the pistol. The other one heard something and ran out of the back garden, but was immediately subdued by our comrades who came in from behind.

A monkey and an ugly woman

Instead of staying with the old servant and two other comrades, I always tend to be the last to enter the house. Everything is still quiet, really reaching the so-called escape point. In front of the third room, there is a row of five halls, with a living room left unlocked in the middle. The old servant pointed to the room on the left, which meant to tell us that Kawashima Yoshiko was in that room.

I took two comrades-in-arms and gently pried open the door. It was dark inside, and under the outdoor light, I vaguely saw a huge copper bed in the center of the room, covered with a red gold account. I walked in quietly, with a gun in my right hand and a door in my left. A comrade behind me also turned on the light switch in the room at the right time. Just as I opened the curtain door and the light came on, suddenly there was a scream of "cheep" and something fluffy came straight at me from the curtain. Too fast and too close, I didn't have time to shoot, so I had to throw it sideways with the barrel and knock it aside. It barked again and ran to the window lattice as soon as it landed. I took a closer look. Two white eyes and special arms are cute, but then I was punched with a bucket, and I was in pain and fear, crying and screaming, running around along the window sign.

At this time, Kawashima Yoshiko was awake, and the bright light blinded her. She owed a bust, rubbed her eyes with one hand, and asked with a mouthful of authentic Beijing films:

"Why! Who are you people? 」

At this moment, I have an unspeakable feeling. First of all, there is a fishy smell and musty smell floating out of the tent. Then, in the light, I saw an ugly woman with thin hair and high cheekbones. For a moment, I almost thought I had gone to the wrong place and found the wrong person, because subconsciously, what I have heard for many years is: how beautiful Kawashima Yoshiko looks at this spy and how many people are attracted by her beauty. But I know I can't be wrong. After months of monitoring and careful deployment, it is impossible to make such an outrageous mistake. To confirm this, I turned to a comrade who had been monitoring her for a long time and made a gesture similar to asking. He understood what I meant and nodded hard. At this time, I am relieved. According to the normal procedure, I identified myself and told her to get up and come with us.

"What do you mean?" Kawashima Yoshiko asked in her crisp and rich voice, "I still have a dinner party at Director X's house tonight. Why didn't the director mention this? 」

I answered her, "This is an order, and we don't know anything else. 」

So she nagged about her relationship with this and that (both celebrities) and asked to speak to Director X on the phone. When I interrupted her and severely refused, she asked to go to the toilet again; In order not to let her have any unexpected ideas or borrow urine, regardless of her attitude, I resolutely sent my unmarried comrades who were only in their twenties with me to the toilet to monitor her. After a long struggle, she was at the end of her rope and then followed us out helplessly. I sent a few comrades to escort her back to the station first, leaving a few people to continue to do a thorough inspection in this house.

Jewelry boxes are like "treasure boxes"

Because it has been many days since Japan surrendered, some important things such as documents have been destroyed by her. The only thing worth mentioning is that I found a square jewelry box in a very secret and exquisite mechanism above the dust in her bedroom. The box is very luxurious in appearance and equipped with a pair of exquisite and strong foreign locks. It took us a long time to pry it open. When the lid is lifted, it is like opening a treasure chest in a novel, shining. There are some pearls, agates, amber and diamonds in it, and almost none of them are priceless, because they are of good quality, exquisite workmanship and numerous patterns. One of the collars is a phoenix inlaid with thousands of diamonds of different sizes; Vivid, under the light, as straight as wings to fly, difficult to control. Don't say we haven't seen this box of treasures, and we haven't even heard of it. At that time, I felt that it was particularly hot in my hand compared with any major confidential document. I hurriedly called in more comrades, counted the list one by one in full view, signed and sealed it with all the people present, and sent it back to the station. It was not until later that the jewelry box was handed over to Kawashima Yoshiko and handed over to the superior with the whole case that my comrades and I were relieved. After a hectic night, everything was arranged and the horizon appeared dawn. In the cold air in the late autumn morning, I took a deep breath and a little coolness penetrated my heart and spleen. I don't feel tired, only the emptiness after long-term tension and excitement, which seems to be mixed with a little disappointment! This feeling is because after I personally subdued this famous spy without fierce fighting? Or is it because the spy's later name is not true? I can't tell you why!