Early the next morning, a new sign was hung outside the door of Qingyuan Hotel, which read: Our restaurant has a new dish, special salted duck.
At noon, Hua Zhang walked in from outside. I had a meal again, and when I paid at the counter, I deliberately used a slightly larger coin. The shopkeeper rummaged through it, and just like last time, when he asked for change, he directly put a note in Hua Zhang's hand.
Hua Zhang walked out of the hotel, walked through the alley several times, and then entered a unit door of a building. After listening, there was no movement. He reached out and took out the note hidden in the coin, flattened it with his hand, and looked at it intently.
I saw a short sentence written on it, saying: "Police Department. Can't be sure, but there is something suspicious, and insiders can't investigate deeply." It was gone.
Intelligence is like this. Sometimes, you can't explain everything clearly to the other party, what are the causes and consequences, and how to investigate.
Why do you say that? Even Fan Keqin is like this. Although he is rigorous, he does his best when he can. But in this situation, both parties cooperate, but you don’t care how I check it. Do I need to tell you who checked it and how? This is obviously impossible.
Although Hua Zhang is also a red party member, she can't say it. Even if you say it, the other party may not believe it. So the content on this note is very normal under such circumstances.
Hua Zhang rubbed the note against the wall for a while, erasing all the writing on it. After confirming it, he tore it into pieces and threw it on the ground.
She thought about it as she walked, and finally she chose to believe her comrades, but she had to tell the headquarters about this action. Counting from today, there are only four days until the New Year’s Eve party. Are you in a hurry? Of course it was urgent, but there was still time to send the report to the headquarters.
After a while, Hua Zhang arrived at the street where Xu Dongdong was, turned around and went up to the fourth floor, reaching out and knocking on the door. That's right, she doesn't plan to let Xu Dongdong wait for her death mailbox, that's too slow.
After a while there was some noise inside, and then Xu Dongdong's voice came out through the door, saying: "Who is it?"
Hua Zhang said: "It's me, Bingbing."
With a click, the door was opened a small crack from the inside. Xu Dongdong's body became a straddle position in the door, with his feet against the door, his body slightly sideways and hidden in the door, holding a gun in his hand. Only one head emerged.
But after seeing Hua Zhang, Xu Dongdong immediately became enthusiastic and said, "Hey, come on, come in quickly." After saying that, he made way and opened the door. Then, he instinctively looked outside and listened to the sounds in the corridor, then quickly closed the door.
Carrying a pistol, he followed Hua Zhang into the house and asked, "Sister Zhang, why did you come to the door? Is there an emergency?" As he said that, he put the pistol under the quilt on the bed next to him.
"Yes." Hua Zhang said, "Is the radio station here?"
"Yes." Xu Dongdong said: "Want to send a report?"
"Well, take it out." Hua Zhang said, "Assemble it and listen to me explain the content. This saves time."
"Okay." After replying, Xu Dongdong immediately stood up, came to the cabinet against the wall, took out the box containing the books, and began to assemble the radio.
Hua Zhang said on the side: "There is some news from the Red Party, but I am not sure. I guess I will have to fight hard to know the result. So after sending this telegram, please note at the end that please call back before evening." I will always wait here for you. After the headquarters calls back, you have to leave the local area early tomorrow morning. You are no longer needed here. You rush back to the headquarters immediately. But the radio station must be hidden."
"Understood." Xu Dongdong said and quickly assembled the radio station. But it didn't turn on.
On the way back, Hua Zhang had basically considered the situation and what he wanted to post. At this time, he said: "Just post it, one four at noon, three A, four corners and three points..."
Again, it was still a very short content. Hua Zhang said something, and Xu Dongdong took the paper and pen and wrote it down a little bit. Does that mean she has memorized all the code books? Otherwise, what are you talking about?
In fact, what she said was naturally not the words in the code book, but a set of separate contact codes written by her and Fan Keqin. Of course, this wasn't something she made up before she came, because she didn't have enough time. It was a summary drawn by two people after completing several tasks in the past.
This is like a set of passwords invented by yourself. The rounded corners actually represent the year, month and day. Colors such as red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, etc. represent percentages and so on. But if you write it down and others read it, they will think that what you wrote is some nonsense. But in my own eyes, it represents a completely different meaning. Now Hua Zhang feels that time cannot be wasted. If he goes back to use the previous set of passwords, he has to look up the book. It is such a waste of time.
The current set of passwords can only be understood by her and Fan Keqin, which is quite good. Although it does not comply with the rules, it can save time. In addition, after Fan Keqin saw that he was using this contact method, he must have known that his side was more urgent and would reply as soon as possible.
The content is not long, so it was sent within a short time. Just a minute. The two of them began to wait silently.
After Fan Keqin from Chongqing received the message, he saw that Huazhang used this method to send the message, and he knew a series of situations in his heart. The message paper was set on fire. Watch it burn.
First of all, Hua Zhang must be with Xu Dongdong now. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Xu Dongdong to know this set of contact passwords. If Hua Zhang had prepared the content in advance and asked Xu Dongdong to send it, then she would just have to let Xu Dongdong send it according to the password she agreed on before going to Nanjing this time. There is no need for this method at all.
However, Fan Keqin did not think that Hua Zhang and Xu Dongdong were in any danger, otherwise they would not even send a report. The reason for this is because Hua Zhang feels that using regular contact methods, one return trip may already waste precious time. Counting the days, there are still four days until the New Year's Eve banquet of the Wang Puppet Government. This is appropriate to the situation.
Furthermore, this telegram must have been obtained by the underground party. If it was the military command or the Security Bureau, or any inside agent obtained the information, it would definitely not be Hua Zhanglai who contacted him first. Especially the military commander's agents, they will inevitably contact Qian Jinxun and Lao Liao first, and then Qian Jinxun or Lao Liao will notify them.
But now, Fan Keqin doesn't care about these situations at all, because everything is under reasonable circumstances...
