Zhou Xiaoan's scalp was numb, his face turned pale instantly, and the hairs on his whole body stood up. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

For the first time in her life, she felt scared, really scared.

The fear of being powerless in the face of great power, being held down and not being able to breathe freely.

I was so scared that I couldn't even gather the strength to be angry.

Sacrificing herself for the interests of the country and the people, she knows that what the black tunic said is a real sacrifice, without a little exaggeration, she may sacrifice her future, career, reputation or body, or even her life.

With the level of the working group and the importance they attach to this conversation, what she sacrificed must have been significant.

And she was not allowed to disagree.

For the first time, she felt the powerlessness and insignificance of being in this great era. In the first seventeen years of her life, she rarely even heard such words, and even her grandfather and his old co-workers kept up with the times, let alone thought that one day they would have to face it.

Even before today, the slogan "dedicate everything to the cause of socialism" that she had written in her manuscript had in fact been regarded as a slogan.

But now this slogan is like a mountain on her, and it will decide everything for the rest of her life......

Zhou Xiaoan's throat was dry, and her palms were covered with cold sweat, "I, I ......" She should calm down, she should first say some slogans to deal with the past, and then go home as soon as possible, and discuss countermeasures with her uncle and Zhou's father, but when she really realized that those slogans had become a bloody blade, and she was about to cut off all her yearning and freedom for life at once, she couldn't say it anyway.

She only now understands how childish and ridiculous her so-called fear and anger were before, that she was brazenly coquettish and hypocritical with her family and even herself!

In the face of the power that is truly terrifying and irresistible, she is as powerless as an ant and can only be at the mercy of others.

The gloomy and sharp gaze of the black tunic stared fiercely at Zhou Xiao'an, and the loose eyelids made him look like a wolf hiding in the shadows, and the more he couldn't see his intentions, the more he magnified his fear countless times.

Zhou Xiaoan's mind was blank, and with all her strength, it was only enough for her to maintain her composure on the surface while sitting in the chair.

Hei Zhongsuit and the other six or seven people stared at Zhou Xiao'an silently for a while, as if they had studied her thoroughly from the inside out, before they glanced at each other, expressionless and did not know what they were communicating.

Zhou Xiaoan was also expressionless, she was already so nervous that she couldn't control her emotions at all, let alone her expression.

Fortunately, the more nervous she is, the more expressionless she becomes, otherwise according to her current level of nervousness, normal people must be scared stupidly.

The black tunic communicated with a few people, and the nasolabial folds on his face were a little deeper, and when he spoke again, his tone was flat without a little emotion, but it made people feel nervous.

"Comrade Zhou Xiaoan, the country needs you to carry out a special task, which is a trust in your political beliefs and personal abilities."

As for whether she is willing to sacrifice, she doesn't need to answer at all, and asking is just a formality, who can not be willing?

"In view of your good performance in contacting overseas Chinese Zhou Jingyuan some time ago, and gaining his recognition and trust, you are now assigned to continue to stay by his side as his accompanying reporter during his time in China.

During your work, you try to fit in with his capitalist lifestyle, cater to his bourgeois ideas, and do everything you can to gain his full trust. ”

The second half should be part of Zhou Xiaoan's sacrifice.

After all, it is very cruel for her to give up her faith to endure the corruption of the capitalist way of life.

But Zhou Xiaoan's heart did not let go, how could it be so simple to be so excited.

Sure enough, the words behind the black tunic were the real purpose, "He has the clues of the vein map in his hand, and your main tasks during this period are as follows:

First, find out the whereabouts of him and everyone around him, and report all information related to the vein map in time.

Second, find out his connection with the overseas Pan family and the Zhang family, and try to find out the relationship between their interests.

Third, monitor all personnel who have contact with Zhou Jingyuan to prevent the enemy from interfering in sabotage.

Fourth, monitor all personnel suspected of collaborating with the enemy.

Fifth, do everything possible to promote the return of the vein map to the motherland, and if you can't get the original map, make a copy as soon as possible. ”

After the black tunic finished speaking, his eyes that drooped into a triangle became even darker, and the words he spit out stabbed into Zhou Xiao'an's brain like a knife, "If it threatens national security and the return of the vein map, you are allowed to take special measures if necessary, including against Zhou Jingyuan." ”

What kind of special means? Zhou Xiaoan felt that she was confused, but she seemed to understand that she couldn't say anything, she only felt that her body was cold, so cold that her teeth trembled uncontrollably, and she couldn't sit steadily.

The black tunic was not surprised by her reaction at all, and after saying it simply, he asked Zhou Xiaoan to leave temporarily, "Let's talk about it here today, the specific action plan and training of this task are in charge of a special person, you go back and rest first." ”

Zhou Xiaoan was taken back to the room, she didn't have any strength, she fell on the bed and covered herself tightly with the quilt, and shook into a dead leaf in the wind in that small dark and warm little world.

She never thought that she would impulsively take out the vein map, which would bring such a great danger to Father Zhou.

If it wasn't her who was sent today, would Dad Zhou be living under unknown surveillance and threats at any time?

The great fear made her mind unable to turn at all, and one chaotic thought after another came out, and she couldn't grasp it if she wanted to, and finally fell asleep in extreme exhaustion.

When she woke up, it was already late at night, and Zhou Xiaoan finally recovered a little normal thinking, she thought about it for a long time in the dark, and gradually sorted out some clues.

The curtains were drawn in the dark room, so dark that there was hardly a trace of light, but her eyes were glowing, and the corners of her mouth were slowly curling.

The words of the black tunic did not say everything, and she was sent to do it, not because she was good at performing well, but because no one could accomplish it except her.

Father Zhou is surrounded by loyal servants of the Zhou family and the monk family for decades, and if it weren't for his extreme trust, no one would be able to get close.

And Dad Zhou only trusts her, she is the only one who can get close.

As for "making a copy of the vein map as soon as possible", no one is even more competent. No one has her memory, she's just finished copying mechanical drawings, her abilities have been tested, and she's the only perfect candidate.

As for other means of copying, such as taking pictures or rubbing, how can they be foolproof in their minds?

So, the black tunic is bluffing!

He made her nervous and nervous, and probably wanted to flatter her because she had been chosen to accomplish a great cause for the country and the people.

In reality, they had to choose her.