The moon phase on the fourth day of the lunar month is the Emei Moon, which is a shallow mark hanging high in the sky, like a woman's understated light eyebrow. Of course, this woman must be beautiful, otherwise no matter how beautiful her eyebrows are, she will not be able to show any sense of beauty.
It was already late at night, and the Emei Moon was no longer visible. In the darkness, with only the occasional light from a few streetlights, a truck and a car parked in an alley on Great Western Road.
No one cared about the dissatisfied yells coming from the house. A group of seven or eight people got out of the car and walked quickly against the wall in silence. Some of them were wearing long gowns, some were made of coarse linen, some were wearing suits made of ordinary materials, and some were wearing short suits. They were all wearing top hats with the brim of the hat set very low, covering the part above the bridge of the nose, making it difficult to see their faces.
After about ten minutes, the leader stopped. When the last person in the team came closer, he pointed to a shop across the road and said: "This Hesheng Trading Company is the former Anhe Trading Company. It is a Japanese spy." There are two people watching on the third floor where I entered through the entrance, and there are two people watching at the back door."
Wang Yan nodded without saying a word. He walked in front first, and the people behind followed him automatically. When they arrived at the loophole, two people stood guard at the door to observe. The remaining four people followed Wang Yan and climbed the stairs to the third floor step by step.
He took out the unlocking guy from the space, got some lubricating oil out, first wiped some on the hinges, then calmly put it in his arms, and while everyone was suppressing their breathing, he poked the door lock twice. Next, the door opened with a click.
Although the lubricant was applied, the time was too short to soak it in. When Wang Yan opened the door gently, it still made some noise. But unfortunately, the people inside were dozing off and didn't hear anything.
This is a house with two rooms in the north and south. One person is sitting by the window sill and watching, kowtowing heavily, while the other person is sleeping comfortably on the bed inside the house. Perhaps the people following him were so sleepy that they forgot to change their shifts.
Wang Yan waved his hand for them to follow, and quietly walked behind the man lying by the window. He didn't see any movement. He just reached out and pinched and tapped the back of his neck and waist a few times, and the man turned into a puddle. Mu Mu, unaware of the situation, completely passed out.
Ignoring the surprises of the four people who followed him, Wang Yan turned around and entered the bedroom. He pinched his neck and lifted the sleeping Japanese agent out of bed. He repeated the previous operation and made the man pass out.
In this way, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They skillfully took out the rope, tied the hands and feet of the two Japanese, and asked curiously: "How did you do it?"
"If you know the acupuncture points and meridians of the human body, you can use stronger hands."
Wang Yan didn't speak anymore. This was the purpose of following him, to solve the problem quietly. Although the Japanese will definitely get the news, the later the better.
When Lu Boda checked whether Song Xiwen was arrested, he must have been extremely careful. He must have found other reasons, such as a call from Zhejiang. They are all old revolutionaries, and there is no problem in keeping secrets. Wang Yan is not worried about this. Unless Lu Boda or Liu Qiulan were caught, there would be no exposure. As for these people now, they all came here temporarily, and they didn't even know that the person following them was the famous Pei Min.
After four days, he was already unresponsive. At this time, his suspicions were well ruled out, and he could get down to business. Song Xiwen is in charge of transportation lines and is a high-level member of Shanghai's underground party organization. According to the later administrative divisions and official service levels, it was at the deputy ministerial level. It is impossible for him to sit idly by for such a person, and his superiors will not allow him to sit idly by. That is unrealistic.
Wang Yan lit a cigarette and watched them tie up Rite tightly, and then two of them carried one and went straight downstairs to leave. After he closed the door gently, he went downstairs to the Hesheng Trading House opposite. Waiting nearby.
After a while, a car and a truck drove not far away and parked in the alley. The six people got out of the car again and took Wang Yan to Rite who was watching at the back door.
Counting Wang Yan, there were a total of nine people on this trip. Wang Yan was in charge of doing things, two were in charge of driving, two were in charge of looking out, and four were in charge of transporting Rite who was knocked unconscious. They had a clear division of labor and well-organized actions. They were all good hands. .
As expected, although the two people watching from the back door were more alert, they were unable to shoot, shout, or knock over things. Wang Yan simply knocked them unconscious and threw the two Japanese into the truck.
At the same time, someone went to Hesheng Trading Company and knocked on the door, got in touch with them, and asked them to pack up their things and retreat. Suddenly there was a lot of excitement.
Wang Yan didn't pay any more attention, and pedaled away on his bicycle.
It was already November, and although the grass had turned yellow early, the leaves had drifted into autumn, and the sun was getting late, but after such a long time, the sky in the distance was already somewhat bright. But unfortunately, dark clouds gathered in the sky at some point, and Shanghai, which was somewhat bright, became dark again.
When Wang Yan took off his makeup and changed clothes in the safe house, and then returned to the prince's mansion, a thunder rumbled in the sky, and lightning followed and illuminated the large master bedroom. He held Yu, who subconsciously shrank into his arms in a deep sleep. Manli, cover yourself with quilt and go to sleep...
Wang Yan didn't get up early today because it was already raining heavily. He usually slept in when the weather was like this.
He didn't wake up until Yu Manli woke up lazily and stretched contentedly after a full sleep.
"Huh?" Yu Manli looked at Wang Yan beside her strangely: "Did I get up early, or did you get up late?"
Wang Yan pursed his lips in the direction outside the window: "It's raining heavily."
"It's raining again. That's one thing bad about Shanghai. It rains all the time. It's damp and cold and very uncomfortable. It's easy to get sick. I don't know how those beggars who have no home survive."
Wang Yan, who was getting up and putting on his clothes, smiled and said, "Have you been attending too many club gatherings recently? It's not your style to pity homeless beggars and wonder how they survived."
"Don't you also think that the Red Party can grow stronger in the future? I can learn from you to play both sides, establish contact first, and leave an escape route later, okay?" Yu Manli yawned, looking lazy again, looking careless. .
"Just tell me this, but don't say it to Wang Tianfeng, he can really kill you. Although you approach me with a purpose, I am the most compassionate person. It's not worth it to lose your life so easily. Some. If you are really red-blooded and want to be on the same page, you have to be wise."
Wang Yan buttoned up his shirt, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked at the heavy rain outside: "The comfort around me and the prosperity of Shanghai have made you lose the vigilance you should have as an agent. Be careful. It’s just a passing cloud, don’t be blinded by glitz.”
Seeing him holding his hands behind his back, standing tall and looking at the heavy rain, and speaking in a pretentious manner, Yu Manli rolled her eyes and stood up on her back, regardless of the spring light exposed when the quilt fell off: "Thank you for your kind reminder, but I There’s no need for you, Detective Wang, to worry about it. Let’s go, I haven’t been there for a few days so I won’t come back, let’s go there to eat. Oh, by the way, it’s raining heavily today, so I need you to send it back to me.”
Wang Yan nodded with a smile and strolled to wash up.
Whether it was Wang Manchun or Yu Manli, or even Dai Yunong who had taken away his power previously, he had reported it before. He is performing the mission alone, so the report must be more detailed to confirm that he has not betrayed or has a tendency to betray. As a celebrity tycoon in Shanghai, especially a player from the Youth Gang, he has a lot of business dealings with the Soviet area. His information will be collected by people from the Shanghai underground party, and they all need to be verified by each other.
Wang Manchun is dying, but Yu Manli is miserable herself, and she can't stand being contacted and developed in a job like a Chinese teacher. The people are the masters of the country...
On this day, Wang Yan didn't do anything serious, and he didn't have anything serious to do. He just took a car, went to the warehouse to have a look, and then to the factory. It hadn't been long since it opened, to check the quality of the construction, and to take a look at the factory. Is there any water leakage or something like that? As for performance, he can basically ask a few questions. The work at the bank was expanding steadily, and he couldn't get involved in the Youth League. The secret theft was going on, and everything was fine.
It was during this trip that he looked out the window at Shanghai Beach in the rain, thinking about Song Xiwen and where Song Xiwen was.
It's certain that the person is still alive, because Wang Manchun's character cannot be faked, and he just doesn't know where the person is.
It is certain that Japan will make a big fuss this time. It is part of the Japanese plan to attack the underground party organizations in Shanghai and capture Pei Min. Song Xiwen was seriously injured. It is already the fifth day. The Japanese must have known about last night's actions. They explained to them that the Red Party has noticed that something happened to Song Xiwen and will definitely start arranging the transfer of all people, sites and institutions related to Song Xiwen. , mobilize and make a huge adjustment.
If within three days, Song Xiwen does not speak, and the Japanese still do not expose the relevant information about Song Xiwen, then Song Xiwen will lose most of his value. The only thing he could reveal was the structure and personnel of Shanghai's underground party organization, as well as some situations in the Soviet area, or the situations of other comrades he knew behind enemy lines that he knew, which were of little help to the situation in Shanghai.
Therefore, the Japanese will definitely take action in the past two days, and it should not just be the previous arrangement of transferring from the Army Hospital to Nanhua Hospital.
Waiting is the most painful thing, especially this kind of hidden front battle where every second counts.
Wang Yan felt fine, even though he was facing unknown dangers.
Night fell again, and the heavy rain that had been falling all day had turned to light rain. Because the sky was dark and the cold and damp weather made people uncomfortable, Qi Si practiced boxing early and fell asleep exhausted. The old couple went to bed earlier, lying down at around eight o'clock.
When it was nearly ten o'clock, Wang Yan once again sneaked out of the prince's mansion, changed into a disguise, picked up the car, refueled the car at the place where the gasoline was stored, and took the certificate of the special agent of the Special High School Class with no ashes left. , entered Hongkou, arrived at the downstairs of the apartment on Diswei Road openly, and stomped upstairs.
Passwords for the Army Hospital and Nanhua Hospital, doctors' white coats, and information about different doctors from the two hospitals have been prepared here.
The doctor at Nanhua Hospital is named Yoshio Ozawa. Wearing black-framed glasses, his eyes are not that lively. At first glance, he looks like a transparent player in his daily life, a player who is bullied in the workplace. I work in the inpatient department and work night shifts on weekdays.
In addition, there is a photo of the list of doctors at Nanhua Hospital, which is quite detailed. It looks like it was made by touching the archives room. He looked through it roughly to make sure he knew it well. Then he started to take makeup tools and put on makeup in the image of Ozawa Ryoohion.
After a while, he put away his things, picked up the black-rimmed glasses prepared by the Shanghai Party Organization, put them on, and looked in the mirror. They were very good, not like...
But if you don't pay attention, at first glance, they still look alike. Because of some facial features and Wang Yan, a professional actor, pretending to be bullied.
As long as the first glance has passed, he can be sure that the second glance is behind the light and the face cannot be seen clearly. This is how the fake looks real. His current disguise, after a short period of exploration, has reached the second level, which is very useful.
After putting away his white coat and other information, Wang Yan put on a top hat, took an umbrella, opened the window, and climbed down from the sixth floor. To be precise, he fell. He used his strong upper body strength to fall from the windowsills one by one, just like in the movie. He left in the other direction, heading toward Matsui Road.
Disway Road is not far from Nanhua Hospital on Songjing Road, but he did not go there immediately. For safety reasons, he still explored the surrounding area. no problem!
After finding a deserted place, he walked into the hospital, put on his white coat, buttoned it up, walked around to find the inpatient building, emerged from the door, collected his umbrella and walked in openly.
"Stop and take out your ID."
When Wang Yan was about to walk in, a doctor in a white coat walked over to the door and stopped him politely.
"Hai." Wang Yan quickly stepped forward, turned sideways to hide from the light, and took out his work ID card from his pocket.
He showed humility on the face, but he was thinking about this abnormal thing in his heart, because Lu Boda said last night that the news came back that only the third floor was not allowed to enter, but he did not say that you had to see your ID to enter the inpatient building. Something happened. Variety.
Moreover, the little Japanese who stopped him didn't behave like a doctor, but more like a trained soldier. Yes, soldiers.
When the two parties were passing the documents, Wang Yan's hand touched the Japanese's hand. It was very rough. Such a hand should not be that of a doctor wearing a white coat.
He recalled the process of entering the hospital in his mind, carefully checking whether there were any mistakes...
"Ozawa-kun, didn't you receive the notification?"
"Of course not, it's just because it rained today and I accidentally got caught in the rain. My body has been weak since I was a child and I get sick easily. After I got home, I felt a little uncomfortable, so I wanted to get those cold medicines back."
"Weak?" The little Japanese who asked the question widened his eyes and looked up at Wang Yan: "Ozawa-kun, are you kidding me? We are not as tall as the Chinese, and your height is the highest among the Japanese. But it’s rare that you say your body is weak?”
To pretend to be Japanese, the height issue must be resolved. He pretended to be a special agent of the Special High School while sitting in the car. Now when you break into the enemy camp, you must of course pay attention to this most basic point. Those who work in intelligence are not bad at this aspect.
Wang Yan pushed up his glasses and said with a wry smile: "Maybe it's because of my genetic mutation. Being weak is the price of growing taller. Look at how thin I am."
"Well, it's most likely a genetic mutation." The short little Japanese's eyes showed confusion, and his mouth was indeed firm. Just as he was about to continue speaking, another Japanese came from a distance.
"Hao Xing, what's going on?"
"Ah, Captain, it's nothing. Ozawa-kun feels uncomfortable in the rain and wants to come back to get some medicine." The Japanese who asked the question nodded and bowed in reply.
The captain came closer, stared at Wang Yan who was smiling carefully, took the ID from the Japanese named Hao Xing, closed it and photographed Wang Yan's chest: "No one can enter this place." Donglou, I'm sorry, Mr. Ozawa, please go to the front building to get medicine."
Wang Yan caught the certificate, staggered back two steps, coughed twice, and asked cautiously: "Really... okay, I'm going to the front building. I'm sorry to bother you."
He wanted to argue a few more words, but when he saw the dangerous look in the man's eyes, he was inspired, bowed to the Japanese, put his ID in his pocket, turned around, held an umbrella, and left coughing.
Looking at Wang Yan's back, the captain asked, "Are you sure there is this person?"
"Yes, captain, the list is here, I have been looking at it. I also asked them, and they all said that this Ozawa Ryoxiong is very careful, even very polite to the Chinese people, and is a doormat. He is from Kanto, just now You also heard the accent, it's absolutely unmistakable." Hao Xing turned and ran to the side, picked up a stack of information, and found the file with Ozawa Ryoxiong's name written on it.
The captain took it, glanced at it, and nodded: "You did a good job, Haoji, keep working hard, I will remember it."
Hao Er took the file information and stood up straight, confused by what his superior said casually...
The captain laughed at the fool in his heart, then turned to look at the figure slowly holding an umbrella in the light rain, then turned and left...
He is a soldier and a captain. The situation is completely different from what Lu Boda said. The problem is that Song Xiwen, whom I found out yesterday, may be in Nanhua Hospital. The information on Nanhua Hospital that I just obtained during the day was in a different situation when I came in at night. What does this mean?
This shows that the person who stole the list at the hospital is likely to have been exposed.
This list is both necessary and unnecessary. It is necessary to be able to respond to the greetings of people in the hospital and filter Wang Yan's disguised identity, but it is unnecessary to be able to adapt to life and death situations.
Perhaps to protect his safety, he took the risk and went to the archives to steal the hospital's doctor list. After all, his importance is no less than that of Song Xiwen.
Wang Yan did not give up. He went to the front building to find someone to get cold medicine. Then he walked out of the hospital gate normally, took off his white coat and put it away. After going around in a circle, he returned to the outside of the wall behind the inpatient building.
This time he didn't climb over the wall because he felt the gaze from above...
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