Ever since Zhao Ping was arrested, Mo Dunding has been restless. Every time Xie Xuan came to report in the morning, he would ask about Zhao Ping's current situation.
Xie Xuan suggested: "Director, why don't you go see Miss Zhao?"
"How...is she feeling today?"
"The main thing is that if you go, you will feel better."
Morton Ding sighed and said, "Then go and take a look. If you don't take a look, you probably won't be able to see it again."
Xie Xuan asked: "What's wrong?"
Morton Ding said helplessly: "It has been decided, execution!"
According to the confessions of Jiang Jingrui and Xu Shen, Zhao Ping had provided a lot of valuable information before. After all, Mr. Wang had contacted the Japanese side when he was still in Chongqing, and Zhao Ping knew about it at that time.
Zhao Ping reported this information to Shancheng, but Shancheng did not pay attention to it.
There is also the Japanese Prime Minister's son Konoe Fumitaka who came to Shenpu, was fascinated by Zhao Ping, and disappeared for a day. At that time, Zhao Ping had already knocked him out and was preparing to kidnap him out of Shenpu. However, the superiors felt that kidnapping the prime minister's son would have no effect on the war situation, so they released Konoe Fumita.
There is also Shinpu Japanese spy agency chief Katayama Jiro, who treats Zhao Ping as his personal secretary. Nobu Onodera, the head of the Marine Corps Intelligence Division, often gave some confidential documents to Zhao Ping for translation.
Now that they learned that Zhao Ping had been working for Zhongtong, the Japanese were naturally angry.
In addition, Li Junshi also strongly supported the execution of Zhao Ping, and Mo Dunding really had no choice.
No matter how much he liked Zhao Ping, he had to give it up.
Xie Xuan took Mo Dunding to the safe house and met Zhao Ping.
However, Zhao Ping was unwilling to see him.
Zhao Ping has no love for Morton Ding. She accepted Morton Ding just to fight the war and for this suffering country, without any personal feelings at all.
Morton Ding only stayed in Zhao Ping's room for a few minutes. When he came out, his face didn't look good.
"director."
"Let's go."
"Director Xie, when can I leave?"
Just as Xie Xuan was about to speak, Ye Lijuan suddenly walked out.
Xie Xuan said casually: "Don't be anxious when you come. You can write down all your experiences before talking about it."
"Is she the fake Pan Hong?"
Morton Ding asked when he came out.
Xie Xuan nodded: "Yes."
Mo Dunding suddenly said: "She looks a bit like Zhao Ping."
Ye Lijuan was also wearing Zhao Ping's clothes and her jewelry. She was similar in age and had a similar figure. People who didn't know her would have thought they were the same person.
Xie Xuan smiled and said: "The director has an idea? It is not impossible to replace Miss Zhao with her."
Mo Dunding was suddenly stunned and muttered to himself: "Replace Zhao Ping?"
Xie Xuan reminded softly: "Director, it's time to go back."
The first time he saw Ye Lijuan, Xie Xuan had a preliminary plan.
However, this plan requires Morton Ding to take responsibility.
Morton Ding looked back at the room behind him and nodded: "Okay."
On the way back, Morton Ding said nothing. After the car drove to the Secret Service Department, Morton Ding suddenly said: "Xie Xuan, I want to save Zhao Ping's life. Do you have any idea?"
Xie Xuan said in embarrassment: "This..., director, the risk is very high. If the director is determined, I am willing to take the risk."
Mordunding said softly: "Who can discover Tao Zhan and Li Dai?"
Xie Xuan smiled: "Tao Zhan Li Dai? The director's idea is really great. If this is the case, the risk is very small. After all, the identity of this fake Pan Hong cannot be confirmed and he belongs to an ownerless person."
He has repeatedly confirmed with Gong Bing that our party has not sent anyone to do his work.
In other words, Pan Hong was most likely sent by the enemy.
Regardless of whether she is sent here, it is a good choice to let her go on the road for Zhao Ping.
A few days later, at midnight, Zhao Ping's room was suddenly knocked open, and Xie Xuan, dressed in black, walked in.
"Ms. Zhao, please get dressed and follow me."
Zhao Ping said calmly: "Are you going to go on your way?"
She had known for a long time that such a day would come. In the past few days, Jiro Katayama and Nobu Onodera, as well as Jiro Ono and Yuri Ohgi from the extra-high school class, as well as Li Junshi and Morton Ding had all visited her.
Everyone advised her that as long as she changed her position and published a public confession in the newspaper, she would be free.
Zhao Ping refused without hesitation.
Xie Xuan said expressionlessly: "Send you back."
Zhao Ping knew that this might be the last time she would wear clothes. She chose her clothes very carefully. She hung a gold necklace with a picture embedded in a chicken heart around her neck, a diamond ring on her hand, and a red fur coat.
After dressing up carefully, he was ready to follow Xie Xuan.
However, Xie Xuan stepped forward and took off the gold necklace with a picture embedded in the heart, the diamond ring, and also took off her red fur coat.
Xie Xuan said coldly: "Change into another one. Also, you are not allowed to wear high heels."
With tears in her eyes, Zhao Ping asked softly: "Can you wait until I die before taking it away?"
She knew these things couldn't be saved, but was she too eager now?
Xie Xuan shook his head: "No."
Although Zhao Ping was heartbroken, what could she do in the face of Xie Xuan, the little king of hell in Shenpu?
She had no choice but to change to a necklace, put on a watch, and put on a casual coat.
After walking downstairs, Xie Xuan did not take her to the front, but opened the back door.
Zhao Ping didn't ask any more questions. After all, it didn't matter whether a dying person took the front door or the back door.
She just couldn't bear to leave her elderly parents, siblings, lovers and friends; she also longed for sweet love and a happy life; she looked forward to the early victory of the Anti-Japanese War and being able to enter the wedding hall with her sweetheart.
However, all of this will leave her forever, forever...
Xie Xuan said: "Get in the car."
There was a rickshaw parked at the back door with its curtains drawn down.
Zhao Ping was behind him, stroking the hair that was scattered on her face with her hands, then straightened her clothes and prepared to get in the car.
Crossing Xie Xuan, she was stunned when she saw it was a rickshaw.
Just as she was about to speak, Xie Xuan pushed her and shouted in a low voice: "Get in the car!"
Zhao Ping had no choice but to let Xie Xuan control her and get on the rickshaw.
As soon as she got on the rickshaw, the driver pulled up the rickshaw and ran away, quickly disappearing into the night.
Zhao Ping was even more surprised when Xie Xuan didn't follow him.
How is this going?
Isn't it about to be executed? Why does he seem to be letting himself go?
Zhao Ping asked in a low voice: "Where are you going?"
The coachman said softly: "Go to a very far place."
Zhao Ping asked in surprise: "You won't kill me?"
The driver didn't say anything, he just ran faster.
After arriving at a place, the driver stopped and asked Zhao Ping to get into the car.
The car quickly left the city, changed to a carriage, and then took a boat.
After getting off the boat, she walked a long way. Fortunately she wasn't wearing high heels so she could barely keep up.
After dawn, Zhao Ping found that she had arrived in the countryside. There are no spies here, no Japanese troops, no cars or high-rise buildings, just ordinary people and the New Fourth Army wearing grass-green military uniforms.
"Miss Zhao Ping, you are safe. No, from now on, Zhao Ping is dead and you have been reborn."
