Fan Keqin put a cigarette in his mouth while watching. What was written in the letter was the specific location where the bomb, timer, and fuel were hidden. Although the handwriting is not pretty, the writing is very detailed. How to go, where you are, what is around you, etc. are all clear.
After Fan Keqin memorized the contents in his mind, he took out his lighter, lit the cigarette, and burned the letter directly. After a while, I watched the letter burn to ashes. He stepped on it and crushed it. Then he turned around and went downstairs and out the door.
Wandered around again and bought a few bags of food. Seeing that the time was almost there, Fan Keqin took a taxi and returned home directly. Of course, following the same rules, we started getting off the bus a few blocks away from the safe house.
After paying the fare, walking around for a while, I walked back home in a relaxed manner. After entering the door, he observed through the window for a while, then took off his coat and explained the contents of the letter to Hua Zhang.
Fan Keqin asked about Hua Zhang's situation at home. That means nothing happens. It seemed like they didn't attract anyone's attention when they got here.
Taking out the food, Fan Keqin ate and drank with Hua Zhang. I found that Hua Zhang had already changed one of his clothes during the day. The knee pads are also in good shape. Fan Keqin even put it on specially for Hua Zhang to see.
Hua Zhang turned around, looked at it carefully, and said: "Well, it's okay. I don't see any big difference. The most important thing is that you can't look close. If you look close and identify it carefully, the button will be flawed. Others It's... still okay."
Fan Keqin said: "That's fine. It's dark when we move. Even if we bump into someone head-on, as long as we don't hold a lantern and look carefully, who can tell the difference. This thing is disposable, throw it away after use ”
Hua Zhang smiled and helped him unbutton the leather buckle of his knee pads and said, "That's right. It's just a little Japanese thing. It's a little too difficult to take off."
"Wait until the clothes are ready." Fan Keqin said: "Let's move to another house. We have to show our faces." After saying that, he had already taken off the whole suit and hid it in the closet.
"Yes." Hua Zhang agreed and said, "Tomorrow my set will be finished."
"Okay." Fan Keqin said, "Then let's go out together in the morning the day after tomorrow. We won't come back in the evening, and no one will pay too much attention."
After a pause, Fan Keqin continued: "Tomorrow, you will make Japanese uniforms at home, and I will go out as normal, take out the things, and move them to other places. I am not worried about keeping them hidden in the same place. This matter can only take one morning at most. I was able to finish. Then I started picking out our tools for evacuation."
Hua Zhang asked: "Brother, is that barrel of oil enough for us to drive to Changchun? That's more than two hundred kilometers."
Her worry was mainly because she didn't know much about cars. She knew how to drive, but didn't understand anything else.
Because cars these days actually use more waste oil. Unlike later generations, with the development of technology, a tank of fuel can run five to six hundred kilometers. Of course, this refers to a small car with a displacement of 1.8. Except for special circumstances, if the road conditions are good, it is relatively easy to travel about 600 kilometers on a tank of fuel. At least it will not be less than 500 kilometers.
Fan Keqin replied: "That's why I asked the local branch to help us spare a barrel. I don't think there is any problem. It's like Midea's Willys Jeep. The emissions are about 2:00... 2:00 or so. I forgot. . But under good road conditions, the fuel consumption per 100 kilometers should be less than ten liters. When I choose a vehicle, I will try my best to choose one that is full of fuel. Then add our spare fuel tank. In this way Come on, even if we take a long detour on the road, it will be enough. If there is a road with very good conditions, and we can travel at high speed without having to use the brakes, it will be enough for us to reach Fengtian."
After eating, the two of them sat for a while and worked with their hands again, then washed up and went to bed. On the second day, Fan Keqin still left Hua Zhang at home to look after the house while continuing to do needlework. Fan Keqin carried a large suitcase and went directly to Xiangfang Road, South District.
This is almost out of Harbin. However, since there are many workers here working in factories in the suburbs, overall there are not too few residential buildings. If he kept walking, there would be a wood processing factory not far ahead.
Fan Keqin turned around and came to another road. Further ahead was a prison, which was used by the Japanese as a concentration camp for anti-Japanese comrades. However, Fan Keqin did not approach, but continued to walk forward for about a mile, passed an uphill slope, and came to a bridge.
Don't get me wrong, the bottom of this bridge is not water, but a train bridge suspended in the air between two slopes. The whole thing is not wide, just about fifty meters apart.
Arriving at the top, Fan Keqin waited for a train to pass by, and then walked south along the train track for a while.
After a while, he saw a small ditch about a hundred meters away on the left side of the road, almost parallel to the train track. Fan Keqin pretended to light a cigarette, but in fact he was observing the movement around him.
There are very few houses here, and only rows of roofs can be seen in the distance. Very good, there was no one around, so Fan Keqin walked to the ditch as usual and walked directly along the slope to the bottom.
In this way, after walking along the river ditch for a few minutes, he found what he wanted behind a pile under a simple wooden bridge.
Fan Keqin looked around again and found that no one was there. He quickly opened the large suitcase he had brought, put an iron oil drum inside, and put four bundles of linoleum-sealed TNT ladders and timers in the free space. at. Close the lid of the suitcase and carry it with your hands directly onto the bridge. That's right, he won't go back the same way, but will take a detour and take another route.
It is said that liquids, even oil, are lighter than water, but this square iron bucket, plus four bundles of TNT ladders, still feel very heavy for ordinary people to carry.
However, Fan Keqin's strength is extraordinary, and it's really not very strenuous to carry this thing. However, it feels like you are carrying an empty suitcase, which is definitely more eye-catching than the normal appearance of luggage inside.
Therefore, Fan Keqin also conveyed a certain sense of weight with his superb acting skills. It doesn't feel too heavy, but there must be something inside, it's either empty or empty.
After getting on the road, I found a taxi and returned to the vicinity of Songjiang Cargo Station...
