Exaggerate the Issue

Wang Yan understood that the Japanese had searched his home to look for useful intelligence. Even their brazen decision to squat next door and eavesdrop at close range was meant to gather information from his domestic life—who he called, whom he met, what he said, and so on. Amid all those tangled threads, there were bound to be some connections. Even if Wang Yan said nothing, the Japanese agents could still analyze useful information from them.

Of course, it was not that the Japanese agents thought so highly of Wang Yan. They simply had plenty of manpower and many other channels for gathering intelligence. Since there might be gains, they had assigned people to keep watch on him.

It was also because Wang Yan had openly done business with both parties for so many years. Truth and lies were difficult to distinguish, and they needed to further determine which side Wang Yan belonged to. After all, after so many years of contact, no one would believe there was no connection at all. The key was how deep that connection ran.

The next day, Wang Yan got up as usual, practiced two sets of boxing in the yard to loosen up, then washed up. Still wearing his police uniform beneath a heavy overcoat, he drove out, found a restaurant, and indulged in a lavish breakfast before heading to the police station.

The work of the First Squad had now been taken over by He Shaohong. Wang Yan was merely waiting to move up and become an inspector, so by the time he arrived, his subordinates had long since scattered to their assignments. He went to his office, poured himself a cup of hot water and steeped some tea, then dialed out on the telephone. After saying a few words, he hung