"Radio station! Go quickly!" Cheng Xuyuan pushed his wife who was in a daze due to panic.
"Oh oh oh."
Watching his wife run away, Cheng Xuyuan opened the cabinet and took out a tin bucket. Then he swept away the papers on the table randomly, grabbed them and stuffed them into the tin bucket. He picked up the kerosene lamp, opened the drawer and picked up a short gun. , directly smashed the kerosene lamp with the handle of the gun, the kerosene inside flowed into the tin bucket, quickly drew a match and threw it into the tin bucket.
The paper burst into flames with the help of kerosene.
He quickly hurriedly threw papers that looked suspiciously like confidential documents from the drawer, the bookcase behind him, and the box under a wire single bed into the tin bucket.
"Ayuan, I'm fine." Gui Qian rushed to the door carrying a suitcase.
Cheng Xuyuan glanced at the papers on the floor. Without any hesitation, he picked up the short gun on the table and stuck it in his back. He took the box from his wife with his left hand, "Let's go!"
"Ayuan, files, files." Gui Qian was pulled away by her husband and turned to look at the paper on the ground, "Do you want to set fire to it..."
"No." Cheng Xuyuan shook his head and quickly pulled his wife, "Let's go."
Setting a fire will not work. If a fire breaks out before the enemy comes, the patrolmen from the French Concession will rush to hunt them down as soon as possible.
The documents were important, but the safety of my parents-in-law was even more important.
Even, in a sense, it is extremely important that he, the secretary of Shanghai District, can evacuate safely.
Of course, there is another reason. This is a densely populated area, and setting fires is too harmful.
Not only did the citizens suffer heavy casualties, but the French Concession authorities would no longer be able to tolerate military rule.
The two of them hurried downstairs.
At the top of the stairs, Cheng Xuyuan slowed down and said, "Don't panic, hold my hand!"
he said to his wife.
"Rickshaw." Cheng Xuyuan waved.
There happened to be two empty rickshaws stopping across the road to eat dry food. When they saw someone asking for a rickshaw, they hurriedly pulled the rickshaw over.
At this moment, a car was driving in the distance at a very fast speed. Men dressed in shorts stepped on both sides and shouted fiercely, "Get out of the way, get out of the way."
"Why are you stunned?" Cheng Xuyuan's heart tightened, and he quickly cursed at the coachman, "We are on our way to Dayuan Bridge."
The driver picked up a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then put the towel on his shoulder, pulled up the rickshaw and ran hard.
Chen Mingchu was sitting in the car with the curtains drawn. For safety reasons, he would not get out of the car or show his face. He would only open the curtains to take a look after the agents caught the person.
Yes, his job is to recognize people.
Cheng Xuyuan and Gui Qian did not know that they were only a car curtain away from being arrested.
The two did not arrive at Dayuan Bridge, but got off the bus halfway.
Cheng Xuyuan found a grocery store where he could make a phone call, and asked for a phone number to go to the general house in the public settlement.
In Claybo's office, Shao Mingkui was looking through the files. He was actually very anxious. There were already seven or eight cigarette butts in the ashtray on the table.
"Inspector Shao, your phone number." An inspector called at the door, "Your office."
"I know, thank you." Shao Mingkui put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.
Returning to his office, he picked up the phone and said, "I'm Shao Mingkui."
"It's me, Boss Yuan. I heard that you are sick, so hurry up and get some medicine." Cheng Xuyuan said. In fact, there is something wrong with these code words. After a little thought, you can tell that something is wrong. However, in his eagerness, Cheng Xuyuan I can’t care about that much anymore.
In addition, he had no idea whether something had happened to Shao Mingkui, and he did not even rule out that Shao Mingkui, who was answering the phone, had a gun barrel pressed against his head.
Despite this, he decided to make this call. Shao Mingkui had a good relationship with him. If Shao Mingkui had not been arrested at this time, maybe this call could save Shao Mingkui's life.
After saying this, Cheng Xuyuan hung up the phone directly.
Shao Mingkui put down the microphone and his expression changed.
Boss Yuan is used for identity verification and can quickly identify who is on the other end of the phone.
Because the phone may lose its voice, the voice can also be imitated.
Cheng Xuyuan actually called his office directly, which was against the regulations and also showed that it was extremely urgent.
A few minutes later, Shao Mingkui asked for leave and returned home on the pretext of going home to get stomach medicine.
Afterwards, he wanted to leave directly on foot, but suddenly he found an acquaintance of a British officer and borrowed his car for twenty pounds.
Tang Wenlao peed in a corner of the wall. When he came back, he saw a car driving out of the public parking lot. "Whose car is that?" he asked.
"Team leader, that's a British guy's car." One of his men replied.
Tang Kanlao nodded, but didn't take it seriously.
…
"No one?" Chen Mingchu asked with a gloomy face.
"The building is empty." said the agent who had just returned from No. 71 Maiyang Road to report. "There are still papers and documents being burned in the brazier. It is a mess. The ground is a mess. The people must have just left."
Chen Mingchu's face was livid. The most likely reason for this situation was that the news was leaked, and No. 71 Maiyang Road received a warning in advance.
However, he couldn't figure out how the news was leaked?
"Take me to have a look." Chen Mingchu said. Although he was afraid that his identity would be exposed, he had to get out of the car.
However, Chen Mingchu was also prepared to cover up as much as possible. He put on a mask and got out of the car, and reached out to take a black umbrella handed to him by his subordinates.
Standing at the door and looking at the plaque of 'Wilson Trading Company', Chen Mingchu stepped into the house.
The floor was littered with books, papers, and other random items, and agents were still rummaging through the boxes.
Chen Mingchu bent down and reached out to touch the brazier.
The walls of the iron barrel are still hot.
Chen Mingchu carefully inspected the burned documents in the iron barrel, "Tweezers," he said.
Use tweezers to pick up a thumb-sized piece of paper with the word Tan on it.
"Cheng Xuyuan!" Chen Mingchu said through gritted teeth.
It was determined that No. 71 Maiyang Road was the hiding place and office of Cheng Xuyuan, secretary of the Shanghai District of Military Reunion, because the pseudonym used by Cheng Xuyuan was Tan Yunxian, and this thumb-sized piece of paper was part of Tan Yunxian's signature.
Chen Mingchu was so angry that he almost caught Cheng Xuyuan.
He directly picked up the phone on the table and said, "No. 76 Jisi Feier Road."
Time was running out, so he reported directly to Li Cuiqun using Cheng Xuyuan's phone number.
…
"Deputy Director Li, call." An agent came again and asked Li Cuiqun to answer the phone.
"Oh, junior fellow student, please excuse me for a moment." Li Cuiqun said with an apologetic smile.
Cheng Qianfan waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.
He picked up the wine cup and heard Li Cuiqun's footsteps walking away, and he was extremely anxious.
The busier Li Cuiqun was, the more anxious he became.
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