In the dead of night, the cold wind outside the window, the two dead trees outside the door swayed in the cold wind, the starry sky was lonely, and the scattered stars shone faintly.

Hua Banzhi listened to the small snoring of Cheng Yunling and Zhuo Erya, and neither of them had to work the night shift today.

They went to bed early, put on cotton jackets, and sat cross-legged against the wall.

The room was pitch black, and it was an excellent time to do 'bad things' when the night was dark and windy.

Isn't she doing something bad? But it's really unclear whether it's good or bad.

But the body was more honest and made the decision one step ahead of the jacquard half-branch.

The eyes of the flower in the darkness were as deep as the sea, and he said in his heart: I don't know if this is the right thing to do, which is better to be spurned by my own people or to die at the hands of the enemy.

One thing is certain, that is, not to let the enemy harm people, if he is left, more people will die, Qin Kaiyi is just one of them. Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter.

The way to save people is very simple, which is to use means to support dreams, which is just right for her now.

It's just that who is this person looking for? Familiar people are excluded first, for fear of revealing their feet. Others are not unexplained, have no way to justify themselves, and may even be investigated as the object of suspicion.

Then there is only one person who is suitable, Secretary Fan! No one dares to question and doubt him, and will only praise him for his wisdom and martial arts.

Of course, Hua Banzhi will not be stupid and directly name who is the enemy in his dream.

Rather, it's how the enemy delivers the message, or how to receive orders from above.

For example, through the radio, the receiver has a so-called code book, or through the newspaper, the receiver has Tang and Song poems, and the combination of chess scores, music scores, a novel, a dictionary and some shorthand symbols produces an illegible code. In short, all kinds of methods of transmitting news were stuffed into Secretary Fan's head.

Hua Banzhi was calm, his fingers pinched the fingers, and he changed rapidly, exhausting the magic power in his body, and finally achieved his own tired prostration, before falling into the darkness, I only hoped that the secretary could understand it, otherwise her efforts would be in vain.

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In the dark, Secretary Fan sat up suddenly, rubbed his hands against the pillow and turned on the light.

The faint yellow light poured into the room, and Secretary Fan touched his forehead with sweat.

said to himself, "I really think about it day and night, I am mixed by the enemy, and I am a spy when I dream at night." He smiled lightly, "Don't say it, those strange codes are quite interesting." While you still remember it clearly, it is good to give Chen Dali a reference. I acted when I was moved, sat cross-legged on the kang wrapped in a quilt, and recorded them one by one with a pen and paper.

"It is possible to have radios, no more than three in the entire campus, this range is small, and we must focus on checking. Secretary Fan smiled and said, "I really believe that I can catch the spy in this way." His eyes swept his own records, and suddenly froze on the Tang poems and Song lyrics, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes widened...... "Wherever he goes, he doesn't leave this Tang poem and Song lyrics, but this can't be! He is an old man, and he is his own person, and no one will doubt him." His eyes dimmed, which reminded him that there were many people reading basic courses or professional books in the entire campus, and only he loved to read these sad poems and songs.

He used to smile and say, 'Let me see what appeals to you here.' ’

At that time, he was not impressed, and shook his head, "Hey! I can't remember it at all." Scratching his chin and narrowing his eyes slightly, he pondered, "By the way, someone came to him and asked him to pass by." "Put your hand on the kang table, and your index finger bent to point the four words of Tang poems and Song Ci," let Chen Dali check and know. ”

Early the next morning, Secretary Fan found Chen Dali and whispered in his ear.

Chen Dali's eyes widened when he heard this, and he couldn't believe that he could still do this.

Secretary Fan straightened up, patted Chen Dali's shoulder, and said, "Go ahead! ”

"The secretary can rest assured, if he really collaborates with the enemy and treason, Lao Tzu will not spare Fu Ziyi. Chen Dali's eyes burst with coldness, and his hands clenched into fists crackling.

The mother has been bad under Lao Tzu's nose for so many years, and she didn't find him.

It's really a failure of his security department.

"Hey, haven't decided yet? Just let you investigate. Don't jump to conclusions. Secretary Fan looked at Chen Dali, who was obviously in a state of excitement and excitement, and hurriedly said.

It was clear that Chen Dali, who was in a state of hunter excitement, did not listen.

Secretary Fan looked at him leaving majesticly and high-spirited, shook his head slightly and said, "Forget it!"

Chen Dali walked out of the secretary's office and rushed to the outside of the target person's row of bungalows, at the end of the room, and secretly observed.

No wonder he can grasp the trends of the whole school, as the director of education, Fu Ziyi is in charge of the daily affairs of education and teaching, responsible for the implementation of the regular management requirements of teaching, and directly responsible for and reporting to the secretary of the leadership.

It's really dark under the lights, I'm really stupid, how can ordinary people easily access these confidential documents!

'It's out. Chen Dali looked at the open curtain, flashed into the back of the outer wall like lightning, and he had already sensed that the rising sun would leave his shadow on the ground when it shone on him, and quickly retreated.

He craned his ears and listened to the footsteps from near and far, but he could no longer hear them, and then he poked his head out and found that the person was no longer visible.

Chen Dali's eyes were as sharp as a falcon and he quickly moved to his single dormitory, opening the curtain and standing in front of the door.

He looked at the lock in front of him, took out a small black hairpin for a woman from his pocket, straightened it, and stabbed it into the keyhole.

"Director Fu, go to work?" The colleague who came out next door looked at the open curtain and asked, the curtain was covered, and he didn't find that the person was Chen Dali.

Chen Dali's face stiffened when he heard this, he didn't expect that the people in the dormitory hadn't finished, it was really just such an inch.

"Together!" he said, approaching Chen Dali.

Chen Dali avoided it, closed his eyes, and simply opened the curtain, "Director Liu!"

"Ho!" Officer Liu was startled coldly, and stammered, "Chief Chen, why are you ......" His eyes fell on his hand, as if he was choking his neck, his throat rolled down, and he said in a clear manner, "I didn't see anything." ”

"Go!" Chen Dali said with a grim look on his face.

"You're busy!" Director Liu ran away like a rabbit.

Let Chen vigorously target the person, that proper posture to be finished.

Chen Dali saw him go and continued to open the lock, only to hear a click, the lock opened, he flashed in and closed the door.

His eyes swept the room, the big kang against the wall, the neatly stacked quilts, the kang head table, and the kang table.

Opposite the kang is a desk with lamps, books, and materials, and next to it is a bookcase.

Chen Dali walked over quickly and rummaged directly, "Tang poems and Song poems ......"