Wang Kangnian looked at the living room with a gloomy expression.
This is a room that combines Chinese and Western styles, with Chinese-style furniture and several Western oil paintings hanging on the walls.
The oil paintings depict blond-haired, blue-eyed Western women. Some are carrying baskets with strawberries in them, and some are leaning on the beach and meditating.
Wang Kangnian was also deep in thought.
Who appeared here, a man? female? how many people?
There is an armchair in the living room and a brazier at the foot of the chair.
There were ashes from burning paper in the brazier. The ashes were scattered, so it must have been deliberately damaged.
He saw Xiao Si bending down to touch it, and turned to him and said, "There is a trace of warmth. The other party has not been away for more than twenty minutes."
Wang Kangnian nodded expressionlessly.
The agents who searched the room reported separately and found nothing special.
The only valuable discovery was that there were traces of cooking in the kitchen.
Wang Kangnian walked into the kitchen and looked at the kitchen that had been cleaned.
He picked up a bowl and stroked it. It was very clean and free of dust.
There are more than a dozen dishes and chopsticks that are so clean, but others are not. They look clean but feel dusty.
Wang Kangnian was furious and threw the bowl in his hand on the ground.
There was a crash!
Broken to pieces!
…
A young man of about 18 or 19 years old rubbed his hands reluctantly and became a little nervous when he saw the team leader looking towards him.
"You are very good and careful." Wang Kangnian patted the person on the shoulder, "We almost caught their tail."
This is a spy from the Party Affairs Investigation Department. This person is a Sanguang coder who wanders around and gathers information for the Party Affairs Investigation Department.
This person wandered around this house this afternoon and saw a lot of cigarette butts and garbage in the corner of the outer wall, and he immediately became interested.
This should be garbage thrown out by people in the yard.
This shows that there are many smokers, and the smoking man must have stayed in this house for a long time.
He immediately reported to Wang Kangnian, who agreed with this person's speculation.
He immediately connected this matter with what he had been thinking about about 'Huo Miao' looking for Shibo, and the essay about 'Farmers looking for flames' that he later discovered.
In Wang Kangnian's speculation, Huo Miao or "Huo Miao" should be the middle and senior management of the Red Party in Shanghai, and "Farmer" may also be the code name of the Red Party. Of course, it may not be the code name, but Farmer was used deliberately for the purpose of writing this article. Identity, in order to respond to the call of 'Huo Miao'.
He judged that this was a signal that the Red Party in Shanghai was about to become active again.
Is this calling for a gathering and meeting of the Shanghai Red Party?
Or do you want to take some action?
This speculation excited him.
At this moment, everything about the house made Wang Kangnian both happy and angry.
Happily, his guess was confirmed:
This place is relatively remote. The cigarette butts and the dozens of clean dishes and chopsticks all indicate that a large number of people once gathered here.
Angrily, he took another step slower.
…
Nanjing, Xufu Lane, the headquarters of the Secret Service.
The plan for "Operation Love" was refined again and again, and it was finally decided to start today.
Dai Chunfeng was pacing back and forth, waiting for news.
The clock made a ticking sound.
Dai Chunfeng was a little irritable. He looked at the time and there should be news.
"Report!"
"Come in!"
Qi Wu held the telegraph newspaper in his hand and pushed the door open.
"How is the situation? Has it been successful?" Dai Chunfeng asked eagerly.
Qi Wu was sweating profusely and handed the message directly to Dai Chunfeng. He said happily, "Song Fuguo and Shuidi called jointly, and we succeeded!"
After saying that, he picked up the tea cup on the side table and drank it in one gulp.
Dai Chunfeng took the message, looked at it, glanced at it roughly, and his eyes stayed on the key information:
Ying Zuoying, a senior Japanese agent from the Shanghai Special High School, was shot multiple times, her head was smashed, and she died immediately.
The traitor Xiao Zhenzhong was punished by Gu Chufang, the leader of the Nanshi Intelligence Team!
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Dai Chunfeng held the message in his hand, laughed heartily, and then gritted his teeth and said, "Yingzuo Zhenzhao, you must be feeling very uncomfortable now!"
"I didn't expect that Jade Bird and Song Fuguo worked together to achieve it." Qi Wu also praised, "Song Fuguo failed repeatedly and finally accomplished something big."
"Okay, if you want to praise the blue bird, just praise it." Dai Chunfeng said with a smile on his face.
Qi Wu's words seemed to be praising Song Fuguo, but in fact they were praising the 'Blue Bird'.
"I don't want to praise you, this little fellow is very impressive." Qi Wu smiled slightly and said, without the slightest embarrassment of being seen through by Virgo:
He praised Jade Bird, not only because Jade Bird performed well, not only because Jade Bird is a fellow countryman, but also because he noticed that everyone favored Jade Bird.
"You don't know, this little fellow is amazing." Dai Chunfeng waved his hand and smiled proudly, "The day before yesterday, the report of Kawada Nagakichi's execution was presented to the old man. The old man actually asked me, 'I remember he is Mr. Gu Zhi's grandson. Caught this guy?'"
…
Cheng Qianfan personally escorted his sister to the safe house at No. 36, Delang Road, before leaving.
He didn't go home. He planned to check out the house He Guan rented. Ever since Liu Bo was arrested as a 'red party member', He Guan had become a little strange and elusive. He was worried that this reckless guy would Break out of the trap.
At this moment, He Guan was walking in the alley.
The weather was already a bit hot, and beggars and idlers were sleeping on both sides of the street, why should they walk carefully to avoid stepping on people.
After going around and around, he arrived at his destination.
He was relieved to see no one else around.
He knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" A girl's voice came from inside.
He Guan suddenly felt nervous and his throat felt dry and itchy. He didn't answer and coughed twice.
…
Huang Xiaolan held the fire tongs, walked behind the door, and asked again, "Who?"
"It's me." He Guan said.
"Who?" Huang Xiaolan asked again. She was already ready to call for help. Her mother had taken her brother to her grandmother's house. Her father had worked at night and had not come back yet. She was alone at home.
"I, I am He Guan." He Guan stammered.
"You, what do you want me to do?" Huang Xiaolan asked in a low voice.
"I, I want to have a word with you." He Guan clenched his fists, his face flushed, as if he mustered up the greatest courage, "Classmate Huang, I, I like you."
"Ah, you, what are you talking about?" Huang Xiaolan was shy and anxious at the door.
"I'm not talking nonsense." He Guan said hurriedly. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but this girl was always in his mind.
After the girl cried that time, the girl's mother came to her home to complain. Mrs. He scolded He Guan severely and finally asked, "How does that girl look?" '
He Guan was confused. He didn't answer, but the girl's beautiful big eyes appeared in his mind.
In the following two months, He Guan went home more often, and he often met this girl in the alley.
The little girl went from glaring at each other to being able to say hello to occasionally chatting.
He Guan didn't know what Huang Xiaolan was thinking, he was only thinking about the other party.
"Oh, you still said, please leave quickly, my father will be back soon." Huang Xiaolan said angrily inside.
no answer.
After a while, there was still no answer.
Huang Xiaolan held the fire pliers in her hand, pulled the latch, and opened the door.
There is no one outside.
Under the moonlight, the little girl saw an envelope on the ground.
After swiping, Huang Xiaolan's face turned red with embarrassment. She quickly bent down to pick up the envelope and looked around like a thief. It was dark and there was no one there.
After closing the door and bolting it, Huang Xiaolan went to her desk. Under the candlelight, she pulled out a letter from the envelope.
The little girl who received a 'love letter' for the first time was apprehensive, shy, and a little bit expectant.
The letter is short and the handwriting is ugly:
黄同学，我去扛枪揍小日本了，将来若能活着回来，你还未嫁人，我娶你！
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