Before four o'clock in the afternoon, Song Mingda, the head of the public security detachment, was waiting in the large courtyard of the police station early. People who are familiar with it feel a little strange, in such a hot weather, I don't know which side of the gods are coming, so that Lao Song can stand here to greet him so unavoidably from the heat.

In fact, Song Mingda is also a little helpless. I can't help but come to greet him, Shangfeng attaches so much importance to it, and keeps calling, how can I not do it. It's just that he can't guess what's the reason why Shangfeng cares so much?

Is there any use value for this person on the special front? But that's not right. After more than 30 years in prison, no matter how valuable it is, it will be worthless due to the passage of time. At most, it is a literati who writes historical articles and wants to find a little information, which will be of little use.

Besides, even if it has use value, it should also be a devil entering the village - don't shoot a gun. Now such a high-profile appearance really makes people feel a little unreasonable.

Fortunately, Song Mingda is a person who doesn't talk much. Even though I have some thoughts in my heart, I don't say them. When the time came, he was still meticulous and punctual at the police compound.

Just after four o'clock in the afternoon, a silver-gray Volga sedan with a military license plate drove into the compound of the city police department. That Chenguang, with such a car, it is a very awesome thing. Many of the policemen who went in and out of the office stopped and watched, wondering what kind of big cadre was coming.

In the co-pilot's seat, a tall, burly, and very capable young soldier jumped down. As soon as he got out of the car, he quickly went around to the left side of the car and opened the rear seat door, covered the top of the door with his hand, and helped an old man who was nearly eighty years old to get out of the car.

The old man's hair was thick and silvery, and he was combed in an orderly manner and did not mess up at all. A weathered old face, although it has left a lot of traces of time, but that kind smile is quite elderly, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze.

With a slender figure, a shirt made of silk, and gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, it is easy for people to determine the identity of the old man, who should be a cultural person such as a university professor.

It's just that if someone looks through those glasses, they will find that the eyes that are not too big are particularly deep and bright, shining with the light of wisdom, and they are keen, and detailed, and even a little afraid to look at them.

Everyone is talking about it, and I don't know which way the immortal is coming. If they were to know that this old man was just an old spy who had just been released from prison, he would definitely make his glasses fall all over the ground.

Song Mingda, who had been waiting by the side of the road for a long time, immediately greeted him.

After seeing Song Mingda's behavior, the young soldier put down the hand that was holding the old man's arm, and reported on the spot: "The head of the report, Gu Peng, the commander of the guard company of the Jinling Military Region Command, is responsible for escorting Mr. Xiang to settle in Haibin City on the orders of the chief. ”

Hearing such an opening remark from the soldier, Song Mingda only felt that his mind was 'buzzing', how could he make such a big pomp? Fortunately, his reaction came quickly, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand and said, "Please, please, go to the office and rest for a while." ”

After sitting down in the office, we introduced ourselves. The old man who sat like an ancient clock, closed his eyes slightly, and caressed his fingers with the short white beard on his chin was, of course, the old spy Xiang Ziliang.

Captain Song was a little confused.

Which yard is this? The appearance of this old man is even more high-profile than Song Mingda's imagination. The secretary of the director of the provincial police department came to greet him in advance, and the commander of the large military region used his own special car and sent a guard company commander to escort him. All this shows that the person who came is definitely not ordinary.

If there is a need on a special front, it should not be so high-profile in any case. Is it for the special contribution of the old man during the war years? There is some truth to this. However, there are many people who beat the little devils, and I have never heard of anyone who would enjoy such a high salary.

After all, this kind of placement of old spies is a new situation. For grassroots police agencies, there is nothing to refer to. Especially in the specifications of the reception, it is beyond Song Mingda's cognition of things.

Old spies and military commanders, which yard and which yard mile is this!

"You have a policeman named Ren Xiaotian in Brunei, and I want to hand it over to him to help arrange my life in Haibin City. Do you think it's okay? Xiang Ziliang had a smile on his face when he spoke. Before he could speak, he had already sent out the 'peony' cigarette in his hand.

Song Mingda paused again. Tsk, just this lens is enough to make people staggered. At that time, each person could only supply a few packs of cigarettes from the Grand Canal per month, and even cigarettes from the Great Front Gate were rarely seen. As for this 'peony' cigarette, it is only enjoyed by the privileged class.

Harmony is harmony, but the words are not shocking and endless.

Xiang Ziliang's opening made Song Mingda even more surprised. This old man not only knows Ren Xiaotian, but also asks this kid to help take care of life. What does the old spy know about Ren Xiaotian? What kind of relationship will they have?

For a while, Song Mingda had no way to figure out what was going on. Fortunately, the original plan was to let Ren Xiaotian be in charge of this work, and Song Mingda would not feel abrupt, so he immediately agreed without stopping.

After a while, the car drove to the downstairs of the residential building where Shui Suqin of the Commission for Discipline Inspection lived. Since the ancient company commander sent Xiang Ziliang to settle down, of course, he had to send it to his residence to complete the task. After all, Xiang Ziliang is a person who has been released from prison, and it is inconvenient for the bureau leaders to come forward publicly, so he is still accompanied by Song Mingda throughout the process.

Xiang Ziliang was very satisfied with the accommodation environment arranged by the police, and looked at the indoor facilities. There is not a trace of dust on all the doors, windows, tables and chairs, and all the facilities and supplies for family life are basically complete. He stroked the short white beard on his chin with his fingers and said with a smile: "Captain Song, you are very good at doing things." ”

"Mr. Xiang, this is all handled by our Xiaotian. If you want to boast, praise him. "Song Mingda is very good at talking. Since Ren Xiaotian is so sensible and has voted for this old spy, he will not be stingy with a few words of praise.

What's more, these things were originally done by this child. It's a brush, don't say that the old spy is satisfied, even if he sees it himself, he also feels that this kid can do things. More importantly, he wanted to see how Xiang Ziliang and Ren Xiaotian reacted, so that he could capture some useful information from them.

Of course, Song Mingda also knew the truth, and he would not show any expression in the face of the extraordinary experience of the old spy. People are old spies who have experienced many big occasions, no matter what kind of scene they encounter, they can do it without changing their face and heartbeat.

Song Mingda's main thing is to see Ren Xiaotian's reaction, if there is anything to do with this, it should reveal something, Captain Song is looking forward to it.

Originally, Ren Xiaotian was an outsider who didn't know anything, and of course he wouldn't reveal any clues that would interest Captain Song. He was just looking curiously at the old spy who fascinated him.

Good guy, the appearance of the rack is not small. The army's car, Peony cigarettes, and the escort of the guard company commander, tsk, a little awesome.

Looking at his appearance, with a kind smile, just like when he was a child, he went to his neighbor Uncle Zhang's house to steal pears from the tree, but the old man repeatedly told 'slow down, slow down, don't fall'.

Ren Xiaotian, like Song Mingda, was speculating about Xiang Ziliang's intentions. It's a bit like the use of surplus value. Even if you really want to use it, you shouldn't make such a high-profile appearance, so doesn't it scare any spies far away?

It is also a bit reluctant to say that it is compensation for the old man who killed the little devil during the war years. Not to mention the people of the hostile camp, even a soldier from an orthodox background like Grandpa Ren Xiaotian didn't see any preferential treatment.

Regardless of him, for the sake of people and grandfathers, they have all beaten little devils, as long as they care more about their lives and report the situation in time, they will be considered to have completed the task. Anyway, I'm a 'cup-like' character, so I don't need to think about anything else.

There were only four people in the room, and they were all looking at each other. If there is a difference, it is that the object of the survey is different. Song Mingda's gaze fell on Xiang Ziliang and Ren Xiaotian. Ren Xiaotian's gaze was shuttling back and forth between Xiang Ziliang and Company Commander Du.

From the moment Xiang Ziliang and Company Commander Du entered the scene, their eyes were all focused on Ren Xiaotian. Especially the old spy's gaze hidden behind the spectacle lenses, like a sharp sword, looked Ren Xiaotian up and down.

They all muttered in their hearts: "How could a good young man be planted with the nickname of Mr. 'Cup'?" ”

In their senses, the young man was good-looking, slender, fair-skinned, like a weak scholar. With a smile on his face, he looks particularly approachable. It's just that the eyebrows are a little melancholy, as if they are full of sorrow.

After Xiang Ziliang heard Song Mingda speak, he said slowly: "Xie Lu, thank you, be a police officer." My life in Seaside City will have to be taken care of by you. ”

Song Mingda saw Ren Xiaotian's somewhat surprised look, and hurriedly explained: "Xiaotian, Mr. Xiang is older. His future life will be up to you to care a little more. ”

Hearing the detachment leader's explanation, Ren Xiaotian just smiled shyly. Over the years, he has become accustomed to being silent in front of outsiders. Ren Xiaotian's smile can be regarded as a greeting to Xiang Ziliang. On the surface, there is a kind of general demeanor who is not shocked and does not make waves. Actually, he didn't want to talk much.

Xiang Ziliang sighed secretly, how could he make a child who is full of economy and quick thinking have such an honest and silent character?