The next day, Fan Keqin went to the restaurant again with his pocket in hand, but this time, Fan Keqin asked Zhuang Xiaoman to cooperate. The two of them ordered a few more dishes in the private room, and after the waiter served them all, they gave him a medium-sized ticket again, so he didn't need to stay here anymore.
Then, Fan Keqin found an opportunity to climb to the roof again while there was no one in the corridor. Because the last time he used it, he wrapped an extra circle of tape around the line that could be used for long-distance calls, which was like making a mark. So this time, he didn't need to worry about other lines, he just needed to open up the long-distance line again.
Soon, Fan Keqin got in touch with Qian Jinxun. This time, the harvest was even greater, because the people in Zone Z, the scouts in the Taiwan Strait, discovered the Japanese fleet and started to go back. And this news has already passed a night. In other words, Little Japan's fleet has been returning for one night.
But after receiving the news, one day later, when Fan Keqin contacted Chongqing, he was told that the Japanese fleet had turned around and sailed towards Taiwan a day ago, and it had not yet appeared.
Fan Keqin frowned a little when he heard the news and didn't know where the little devil's warship had gone. Although the investigators judged that it was heading towards Taiwan, they could not confirm it.
And even if it does go to Taiwan, will the Japanese fleet replenish supplies in Taiwan? Although in terms of time, the little devil will definitely not be able to use up the supplies since he last replenished them, but no one can guarantee this. Once we really replenish supplies in Taiwan, can we still replenish supplies in Guangzhou when we come back? This all becomes an unknown.
However, there is nothing Fan Keqin can do now. After all, the national navy and air force are indeed unable to do so at this time. Naturally, there is no way to carry out some offshore reconnaissance. We can only use manpower and put some people in coastal areas to monitor.
Fortunately, the navy of the little devils is still quite crazy now. In fact, as long as they go a little deeper into the sea and farther away, the observation posts of the Military Command and the Security Bureau will be invisible.
After a few more days like this, the frogman troops should have arrived in Guangzhou. Fan Keqin and Zhuang Xiaoman have been wandering around the city these days and haven't heard any commotion anywhere, so they feel that the frogman unit has almost stabilized.
Fan Keqin thought about it carefully and felt that he needed Zhuang Xiaoman to send a report and get in touch with the frogman troops. After all, he felt that he should let the other party get used to the sea water first.
So that day, Fan Keqin and Zhuang Xiaoman had breakfast, carried a small suitcase with several books in it, and a miniature spy radio sandwiched between them, and went out. After wandering around the city for a few times again, we came directly to a safe house on Zhanlan Street that we had observed before.
Fan Keqin confirmed that this safe house should be unoccupied, so he took Zhuang Xiaoman to find a moment with the least traffic on the street, turned a corner and entered the apartment building directly.
I quickly came to the third floor and listened carefully, but there was no unusual sound. Then Fan Keqin squatted down and looked carefully along the crack of the door. Well, a small thread was still in the same position as before. And the pattern on the door opposite to the thread has not changed at all.
You know, if you have a master, this kind of secret memory can be roughly restored. He couldn't see the thread when he came in, but after opening the door, the thread must have fallen off, so he might put it back roughly based on his own guess.
But when Fan Keqin clamped the thread, he remembered in his mind the lines on the door or the door frame that corresponded to the thread after the door was closed. That is what others have no way of knowing.
Now seeing that no one had come, Fan Keqin took the two crochet hooks that Zhuang Xiaoman took out from her handbag. Without using them for a few seconds, he opened the door lock with a click.
The two people quickly carried their bags and walked in, then locked the door behind them.
There are no beds in this house, only a bed frame. Fan Keqin estimated that the landlord hadn't rented it out yet. Or keep it for yourself to use later. But now there is really no one.
Regardless of this, Fan Keqin whispered: "After contacting the frogmen, contact Lao Qi's transportation company and ask them about the status of the equipment. If there is no reply in ten minutes, we will agree on the next delivery and reception time."
"Yes." Zhuang Xiaoman replied shortly, carrying the small suitcase, he came directly to the window. He knelt down and raised his hand to open a window. First, set up the retractable antenna, and then start connecting the various components to the main body of the radio.
Fan Keqin quickly came to another room, which was transparent from north to south. Zhuang Xiaoman is on the yang side and Fan Keqin is on the yin side. Moreover, the side where Fan Keqin is located is the direction in which the corridor door opens. If someone or a Japanese spy wants to come over to search, they must come in from this side. So he had to keep an eye on the situation on the street downstairs for Zhuang Xiaoman.
Hiding in the shadow on the side of the window, Fan Keqin focused on observation. Check to see if there are any suspicious people, or if the flow of people on the street suddenly increases or decreases, some of the pedestrians' traveling speed, visual direction, etc. These were extraordinary circumstances that required his observation.
Zhuang Xiaoman's method of sending reports was not bad. After all, he had received professional training before, so he would never forget it. But compared with the people in the Telecommunications Department who specialize in these things, they seem young.
Therefore, Zhuang Xiaoman's reporting rhythm is both long and short. It is not as good as the most professional people, but it is still okay. It can be called neither fast nor slow.
"Ta-ta-ta. Ta-ta-ta." The gentle sound is very interesting. It is a bit like the sound made by a typewriter when it is struck. If you wear a headset, it will not be this sound, but "didi-dip-dip". electronic sound.
The content of the telegram had been discussed before arriving. Use the most concise words possible to reduce the time it takes to send a message. Therefore, not long after, Zhuang Xiaoman had already sent out both telegrams.
Hearing the clicking sound stop, Fan Keqin looked at his watch, walked over, and said: "The timer starts in ten minutes. Pay attention to the situation in the back streets."
After Zhuang Xiaoman made his confession, Fan Keqin returned to the north again, hiding in the shadows and looking at the street below. Ten minutes passed quickly like this. Fan Keqin looked at his watch and decided not to wait any longer. He quickly returned to the south room and said, "No wait..." But before he could finish the sentence, he sent the report. The small light of the machine suddenly started flashing.
