Slum.

Dewey and Li Yaxin circled, and when it was almost noon, they came to the tent again, and the painting he had altered remained unchanged, and no one left any more codes.

Did Chen Zhuo not see it, or did he leave here?

Dewey speculated to himself.

If Chen Zhuo didn't see it, it would be okay to say something, but if he had already left, then things would be complicated.

As an agent, it is common sense to eliminate all traces before leaving, and this joint code is the first thing to destroy, and there are only two possibilities for not eliminating, either the situation is too urgent to eliminate, or it has already been destroyed.

Of course, there is a third possibility, Chen Zhuo defected, and the code was a trap deliberately left, but this possibility is almost not considered, if it is really a trap, it is impossible for no one to monitor nearby, and Dewey was exposed last night.

And this is definitely something that Dewey did not want to see.

Li Yaxin didn't know that Dewey was thinking about Chen Zhuo's safety, so he pointed at the panda with a smile and said, "Mr. Chen, look, I don't know who painted the panda's body black again." ”

"yes." Dewey replied quietly.

"I'll go see if there's anyone in there, and ask who painted it." Li Yaxin proposed.

In fact, he didn't say it, Dewey also wanted Li Yaxin to ask, but now he has to find a reason.

Seeing that Dewey agreed, Li Yaxin came to the tent and asked twice outside.

There were actually people inside, the tent door was opened, and an old woman walked out, coughing a few times before she could speak: "Is there something wrong?" ”

"That's right, we saw a panda drawn on your tent, but this panda seems to have been drawn wrong, I don't know if it was drawn by a child, so I took the liberty to come over and tell him what a real panda should look like." Li Yaxin explained.

"Oh, you said that painting, we don't know who painted it, we picked up that patch, and when we picked it up, there was a painting on it." The old woman said.

It's been an oolong for a long time, and Chen Zhuo is not here at all!

After listening to Li Yaxin's translation, Dewey had the urge to vomit blood, and he worked hard last night.

"Ask her where she found this patch." Dewey said.

After Li Yaxin asked the old woman, he told Dewey: "She only remembers that it was the dock, and she can't remember the specific location." ”

Dewey nodded and said, "If you can't remember, forget it, let's go around." ”

Even if Dewey believed in Li Yaxin more, he couldn't be too deliberate at this time, and turned to noon in the slum before saying, "It's almost here, let's go somewhere else." ”

"Where does Mr. Du want to go?" Li Yaxin asked.

"Wharf, let's find out about the Israeli blockade of the coast." Dewey said seemingly casually.

Li Yaxin naturally had no objection and took Dewey to the dock.

If Chen Zhuo was a cautious agent and found that the canvas with the code was missing, he would definitely choose to leave here as soon as possible, and the possibility of Dewey finding the second code was almost zero.

However, Dewey still wanted to try, he did not expect to find the code, but hoped to find clues that Chen Zhuo had been here.

It is said to be a wharf, but there is no freight here, only a few broken fishing boats, and there are not many people in sight.

"Are there only a few boats?" Dewey asked.

"It's daytime and the boats are out fishing, and these should be repaired. However, even with other fishing boats, the situation is not much better. Li Yaxin explained.

Dewey nodded, and his eyes wandered around the docks, and he saw a few boxes covered with canvas, no different from the patches on the tent, and he thought that the old woman had found the materials from here.

After determining the source of the materials, Dewey began his research as before, and under the translation of Li Yaxin, he communicated with the fishermen on the dock.

He asked the fishermen about Israel's coastal blockade and their thoughts on Israeli-Palestinian peace, and he recorded all of their words officially.

"Yaxin, can you help me ask them, have there been foreigners who have come to interview and investigate before, what do they think of us people?"

It sounded normal for Dewey to ask this question, and Li Yaxin did not doubt it and asked the fishermen.

"There are quite a few foreign journalists, but this is the first time we have encountered such a survey as this gentleman. As for the perception, we don't think they can help us anything, we are outcasts from the world. ”

The fisherman's tone was a little sad, but his expression was calm, as if he was used to this kind of life, giving people a feeling of resignation.

"Do journalists come often? Which country are they all in? Dewey asked.

"It's okay, almost every month, American, French, German...... There are people from all countries," the fisherman suddenly patted his head, "By the way, there was a Chinese reporter a few days ago who lived here for several days." ”

A bright light flashed in Dewey's eyes, but he smiled on the surface: "I'm not Chinese, I'm Canadian." Speaking of Huaxia, it seems that I rarely send reporters to Gaza, and when I hear you say that, I am really interested in him. When did he come and is he still there? ”

"I came here about ten days ago, but now I am gone, and I have been gone for four or five days."

The fisherman recalled: "The Chinese journalist was very nice, and he went out fishing with us to see with his own eyes how Israel blockaded us." Originally, he said that he would live here for ten days and half a month, and go back to write a newsletter to let the Chinese people know about the suffering of the people of Gaza, but when he returned to the dock that day, he suddenly said that he had received a notice from above that there was important news to cover, so he hurried away......"

The time can be right, if nothing else, the so-called Huaxia reporter must be Chen Zhuo, he should have found that the code was missing, so he left in a hurry.

Dewey sighed secretly in his heart, he was a step late, if they could have come earlier, they would have been able to find Chen Zhuo, but now they don't know where to find him.

"Important news? Did he specifically say anything important or tell you where he went? Dewey looked interested.

"Then I don't know, the Harlem boat he was on at the time, maybe he told Harlem, you can go and ask them, but they went to sea, and they won't be back until the evening." The fisherman said.

"Okay, thank you." Dewey said with a smile.

"Mr. Du, are you very interested in that Huaxia reporter?" Li Yaxin asked curiously.

"It's a little interesting," Dewey nodded, "You know, Chinese reporters rarely report on overseas affairs, of course, it's not impossible, but in a place like Gaza, they rarely set foot in it." So I'm wondering, is this Huaxia trying to meddle in the water issue? If China intervenes, what will be the consequences for Palestinian-Israeli peace? ”

His remarks were uttered entirely from the perspective of a scholar of international issues, and even if the Mossad heard it, he couldn't find anything wrong, let alone Li Yaxin.

"Then let's wait here for the Harlem family to come back, and ask them where that Huaxia reporter went?" Li Yaxin asked.

"Well, I don't necessarily know about it, but I think they've been together for so long, maybe they'll hear something. It's still early, so let's go interview the others. Dewey said.

The two interviewed on the pier and stayed until the evening, when the fishing boats that went out to sea returned to port one after another.

Li Yaxin heard about Harlem's boat and walked over with Dewey, who was unloading fish downward, and the two waited beside him.

It can be seen that Harlem's harvest is not large, and the large and small fish add up, which is only a few dozen catties, and it will be unloaded quickly.

There are vendors who specialize in collecting fish, and Harlem bargained with them for a long time, and finally sold the fish to them, but looking at Harlem's expression, he didn't seem to be very satisfied with the price.

He was counting the small bill in his hand when he heard someone ask, "Are you Harlem?" ”

Haleim looked up and saw a Palestinian and a Chinese, and asked, "I am, is there something wrong with you?" ”

"That's right, this is Dr. Du from the University of Toronto, Canada, who is an expert on the Palestinian-Israeli issue, and wants to interview you." Li Yaxin introduced.

"Canada? I think he looks like a Chinese. Harlem said.

"That's right, Dr. Du is a Chinese Canadian." Li Yaxin explained.

"I'm very busy right now and don't have time." Harlem's eyes flashed with shrewdness, and he deliberately tapped the money in his hand.

Li Yaxin was a little overwhelmed, but Dewey immediately understood, and said to Li Yaxin with a smile: "Tell him that I can pay him." ”

"What a disgrace to the Palestinians!"

Only then did Li Yaxin understand what Harlem meant, and he wanted to leave in a rage, but Dewey had already agreed to pay, so he had to translate the words.

Sure enough, hearing that there was a reward to be paid, a bright smile immediately bloomed on Harlem's face and said, "You ask him, how much is he willing to pay?" ”

"How much do you want?" Dewey asked rhetorically with a smile.

"Well, a hundred dollars!" Harlem said.

"It's so unbelievable! Mr. Du, you are here to help us, but he is asking you for money, such a greedy person, don't promise him. Li Yaxin said angrily.

"Don't worry, it's only a hundred dollars, if he really knows the purpose of the Chinese reporter's visit, it will be very useful for me to study."

Dewey smiled and patted Li Yaxin on the shoulder, took out a hundred dollars from his pocket and handed it over.

Harem eagerly took the money, shook it twice in his hand, and heard the crisp sound of the banknotes, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

"Thank you, if you have any questions you want to ask, I absolutely know everything." Harlem said.

"I heard that a Chinese journalist has been out with you for a few days, and I want to know the purpose of his coming to Gaza." Dewey got straight to the point.

"What other purpose can there be, it's an interview. And then take our misery, take it back to his country, go and win tears and money, what else can there be? Harlem said, with a look of see-through the world.

"I'm very interested in this person, and I think his interview may affect China's policy on the Palestinian-Israeli issue, so I want to know more, can you tell us more about it?" Dewey asked with a smile.