Yan Feng is a businessman and an intelligence officer of the Central Army.
He has been lurking in Taiyuan for two years and has sent a lot of intelligence to the Zhongyang Army.
He was originally less than thirty years old, but he had transformed into a fifty-year-old man. At this moment, he was holding the ticket tremblingly and waiting for the ticket gate to open.
The intelligence station he was working in was exposed by the Japanese's sudden search last night.
During the search, the cunning Japanese discovered the radio station hidden in their intelligence station.
Radios are not firearms, they are specially controlled items.
If you find a radio station that is not prepared, then you must be a spy!
Yan Feng reacted quickly and realized that the situation was not good. He immediately broke the window and disappeared into the dark night.
As for his comrades in the same intelligence station, he was ruthlessly abandoned by him.
After spending the night in fear, he felt that just staying like this was not enough, he had to run away.
Because if caught by the Japanese military police, even if he didn't die, he would have to shed a layer of skin, and he had never heard of anyone who could survive the torture of the military police.
So at dawn, he took away all the money from the intelligence station and ran away.
Sure enough, shortly after he left, the military police surrounded his safe house.
It's too far away to stay, you should run away.
Intelligence work is too dangerous!
For the past two years, he has been living in fear every day. It can be said that he has not slept peacefully for more than seven hundred days, and he will wake up if there is the slightest disturbance.
I don’t want to do it anymore and want to stop.
I want to find a safe place to spend the rest of my life.
Taiyuan's business has the support of Zhong Yangjun, and it can be regarded as making a lot of money. Generally, this money is used as activity funds. But now, he has withdrawn all the money and exchanged it for US dollars, which is about more than three thousand. When withdrawing money, he was also afraid, fearing that the Japanese would follow the clues and arrest him while withdrawing money.
Fortunately, everything went smoothly. I took out the money and bought the train ticket.
It’s only one step away from being too far away!
The crowd surged, and he tremblingly followed the flow of people towards the gate.
When he bought the third-class ticket to Yanjing this time, it was not that he had no money, but that he didn't want to be too ostentatious before leaving too far. The reason why he chose the third-class seat was because the third-class seat was mixed with dragons and snakes, and there were many people. Even if an accident happened, it would be easier for him to escape.
The process of checking tickets was extremely long. Every time a military policeman glanced at him, he deliberately avoided it to avoid attracting unnecessary attention.
The journey was uneventful. During the ticket check-in process, no accidents occurred. He also walked out of the gate smoothly and saw the train, the train bound for Yanjing.
I looked up at the sky, it was already evening, the sky was already dark, and the bright moon had quietly risen. As the train appeared, the crowd around him began to rush in like a tide.
The starry sky tonight is extremely bright, and only half of the moon hangs coldly in the night sky, emitting a cold light.
At this moment, it looks like a crystal long bow, with the bowstring on the left and the back of the bow on the right.
As time goes by, it becomes larger and brighter.
After midnight, the dining car was extremely quiet. Yan Feng applied for a replacement ticket in this class because he couldn't stand the noise in the third class car.
At this time, he was still dressed as an old man, and for safety, he paid a lot of money to buy an entire soft sleeper box.
The long-term high level of tension was exhausting. After paying the farewell, he couldn't help but order a bottle of red wine.
Driving at night, with the lights half on, and under the hazy and dim light, Yan Feng discovered a young girl at the next table.
The girl is young, at most twenty years old. Her long hair is spread freely, and when paired with a white shirt, she looks particularly casual and lazy.
She sat alone by the window, drinking red wine and staring out the window in trance.
Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol, but there was a blush on the girl's face and a trace of sadness on the corner of her mouth, which made people feel the urge to come forward and love her at the first sight.
At this moment, apart from the steward on duty, only Yan Feng and this cute-looking girl were left in the dining car.
The wheels pressed against the rails and made a rumbling sound. Yan Feng picked up the red wine and sat across from the girl. He poured himself a glass of wine and raised his glass, "Miss, are you alone?"
The girl slowly turned her head and looked at Yan Feng with a pair of big blurred eyes. She didn't say anything, but picked up the wine glass and clinked it with him.
Yan Feng smiled and took a sip.
The girl smiled contemptuously and drank the wine in her glass.
It's a bit embarrassing. Other girls have done it, but I am here to spend all my time. This is really embarrassing.
He picked up the wine glass again and drained the red wine in the glass.
The girl smiled, picked up her wine bottle, poured herself a glass, and then looked at Yan Feng with a smile.
The girl's eyes were full of expectation and ambiguity, and there was an indescribable temptation under the dim light.
After pouring the wine and picking up the glass again, Yan Feng asked, "I think the lady has been looking out the window just now. Is there any special scenery?"
"It's nothing special, I just miss home." The girl's voice was sad, crisp and full of nostalgia.
When Yan Feng heard this voice, he couldn't help but feel a little stir.
Because he misses home too.
Looking at the girl, Yan Feng asked curiously: "Where is the girl's home?"
"East!" The girl looked out the dark window again and said quietly.
"Where to the east?"
"A place far away is just a small mountain village compared to Taiyuan." The girl said calmly.
Her voice was very peaceful, and there was no hint of joy, anger, sorrow or joy. Perhaps it was because of this calmness that aroused Yan Feng's interest, so he asked: "A place where water and soil support a person, must be the village where the girl lives." It must be a beautiful place.”
"It is indeed a beautiful place, with mountains, water, and many simple villagers."
"Then do you want to go back?" Yan Feng asked.
"We can't go back now!" The girl's tone became a little helpless, like a kitten lying on a tree, waiting for rescue by passers-by.
"Why?" Yan Feng asked.
The girl picked up the wine glass and turned it gently, "Maybe it's for money, maybe it's for ideals, who knows?"
For money?
From the moment Yan Feng saw the girl, he had the idea of holding her in his arms.
As the conversation progressed, his thoughts became stronger and stronger.
When the girl mentioned money, Yan Feng felt that he had found a breakthrough.
"How much does a girl need?"
"A lot, a lot. Maybe all the gold in China can barely meet the requirements." The girl said with a smile, then picked up the wine glass and took a big sip.
"Haha, the girl is really good at joking. I'm serious. If you need money, I, Yan Mouren, can still help."
Yan Feng's words did not attract the girl's attention at all. She still held the wine glass and shook it gently, "Isn't Mr. Yan here to drink? Why are we talking about money? Could it be that Mr. Yan thinks I am one of those prostitutes?"
The girl's words made Yan Feng feel embarrassed instantly, so he quickly picked up the wine glass and said, "I was wrong. I'll punish myself with one drink."
After Yan Feng picked up the wine glass, the girl also raised the wine glass and touched it with him, "I'll accompany you."
"Bang~"
A clear crashing sound echoed in the car.
The two smiled at each other and drank the red wine in their glasses.
The girl didn't talk much, but she always had an inexplicable contagiousness that made Yan Feng's emotions fluctuate with her words.
The two bottles of red wine gradually bottomed out, and the girl's face was still slightly red, but Yan Feng was already drunk at this time, his eyelids were drooped, and he was trying hard to hold on.
"Mr. Yan seems to be drunk, why don't we go back and rest." The girl lowered her eyebrows, raised her eyes slightly, and said to Yan Feng with a hint of temptation.
Looking at the bottomed wine bottle, Yan Feng stuttered and said, "Okay, Miss Bu, you...which...car are you in? I'll take you back." He shook his head as he spoke. stood up.
After taking two steps, I found that I was top-heavy and unsteady. I subconsciously wanted to find something to hold on to.
"Sorry!" Yan Feng realized that he had knocked down something he shouldn't have touched and quickly apologized.
The girl smiled generously and didn't care. Instead, she said, "It doesn't matter. I think I'd better take Mr. Yan back."
Yan Feng shook his head and wanted to refuse, but found that the girl had already put his arm up.
"Thank you Miss Bu, there are 2 soft sleeper cars in compartment 9." After saying this, Yan Feng picked up his suitcase and followed the girl towards the soft sleeper car.
In box No. 9, the girl gently placed Yan Feng on the bed, and then sat opposite him.
Seeing that the girl didn't leave, Yan Feng couldn't help but feel a metaphor slowly rising in his heart, "Why doesn't the girl leave? Could it be..." As he said this, he slowly stretched out his hand to the girl.
The girl didn't hide, she just flipped her hair charmingly, "Does Mr. Yan like me?"
The girl's charming voice made Yan Feng feel a heat coming from his lower abdomen, "I like it, I like it so much. I've fallen in love with you since the first time I saw you."
The girl gently picked up his hand and asked softly, "Then do you know who I am?"
"Your surname is Bu! Bu..." Yan Feng rubbed his head and began to recall the conversation with the girl. However, after thinking about it for a long time, he did not remember that the girl had said her full name. She just told him that her surname was Bu.
"I don't remember, so I asked the girl to tell me. I will definitely not forget it this time."
"My name is Gen Shiranui." The girl said calmly, but at this moment, his tone no longer had the softness before, but instead contained cold murderous intent.
"Shiranui... Gen!?" After Yan Feng murmured these words, he instantly felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Wine, wake up.
"You are... from Japan!" Yan Feng said and was about to touch the knife, but when he touched the place where the knife was hidden, he found that the knife was missing.
Turning around, he found that Fan Ji was playing with his knife in his hand, "You are right, but there is no reward." After saying that, she picked up the knife and lightly slashed his throat, and then A smear of blood flowed down the wound.
Yan Feng is a trained intelligence officer after all. Although the situation in front of him was unexpected, he was able to calm down quickly. He looked at Fan Ji seriously: "Let me go, all the money I have is yours! "
Fan Ji took away the knife and asked, "How much money do you have!"
"$3,000!"
"Too little, I don't want a beautiful knife!"
"Then what do you want?"
"I thought you should know?"
"No way, I can't betray my comrades."
"Comrade? Is this what the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics of the Executive Committee of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China calls your associates?" Fan Ji smiled and kept comparing the knife in front of Yan Feng's eyes.
Yan Feng wanted to resist, but after several attempts, Fan Ji easily suppressed him. In the end, he simply refused to resist and accepted his fate!
Looking at the enchanting Fan Ji across from him, he felt very unwilling.
Because he was very satisfied with his disguise this time and felt that most people would not see through it.
Out of the desire to have a clear death, he asked: "How...how did you discover me."
Fan Ji was speechless, blinked her eyes, thought for a moment, and then said playfully: "Then I can only say that you are unlucky. It was me you met. If it were someone else, maybe you could get through it." Fan Ji stretched out a hand and pressed her face a few times. After a few clicks, Fan Ji Yanran in front of her had turned into another person.
"Do you understand? Your poor disguise is just a trick in front of me." This time, the words were a bit cold, and the emphasis of the voice also changed a lot. With the newly changed appearance, it was like a different person. .
Seeing such methods, Yan Feng said decisively: "I admit defeat!"
"Then tell the truth!" Fan Ji said and put the knife on his neck again.
"Okay, I'll hand it over..." Before he finished speaking, Yan Feng twisted his neck, and the sharp blade slit her throat, and blood spurted all over Fan Ji.
When Yan Feng fell down, he had a smile on his face: "I'm... afraid of pain... but long... pain is not as good as short... pain, haha..."
Yan Feng fell on the bed, and his consciousness began to blur, but his heart was clear at this time, and he felt that he had not regretted the cultivation of his mother.
Fan Ji couldn't help but feel a hint of admiration in her heart when she looked at the dying Yan Feng.
She didn't expect Yan Feng to die so decisively, without a trace of hesitation. Maybe it was just like what he said before he died, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. If he really joins the gendarmerie, what awaits him will not be as simple as death. .
Reaching out to close his eyes that were still open, Fan Ji began to search her body.
Although the man is dead, Fan Ji still hopes to find something valuable on his body.
However, apart from money, she seemed to have found nothing of value.
"Drinking will make things worse!" Fan Ji muttered in a low voice, and then began to take off her clothes. After a while, she took off her blood-stained top, and then picked up a set of Yan Feng's replacement clothes and put them on.
It's a little big and doesn't fit well, but no matter how ill-fitting it is, it's better than walking out with blood all over your body.
She turned over a knife and put the knife in Yan Feng's hand, pretending to commit suicide. Then she picked up her bloody clothes, opened the car window, and jumped out.
When the car window rolled down, private room No. 9 returned to its original calmness.
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