Yuan Zuocai's upline didn't dare to connect, and the focus of the secret service's investigation shifted to Yuan Zuocai's upline, and he and his senior brother were not involved, and Yuan Zuocai didn't know it - this was exactly Lin Chuang's plan for Gao Yuanding's "fishing in troubled waters".

Although it is not convenient for him to come out, it does not mean that Yu Gaoyuan will not be.

……

After getting off work on the afternoon of the 6th, when Yuan Zuocai walked to the mouth of the alley, he pretended to tie his shoelaces and used a charcoal pen that had been hidden long ago to draw a cross on the wall, and the black handwriting was drawn on the corner, which was difficult to find if he did not pay attention.

Yuan Zuocai got up satisfied and went home with peace of mind.

His move naturally couldn't escape Chen Huaijun's eyes.

After Yuan Zuocai left, he immediately went downstairs and came to the corner to check.

After seeing the black cross, Chen Huaijun was sure that this must be a contact signal from Yuan Zuocai - the big fish he was waiting for was about to be hooked.

"From now on, pay close attention to people passing by the alleyway, especially if there are any people who are looking out of the corner. In addition, if Hu Cheng is brought in, Yuan Zuocai's neighbor's house will also enter our people to monitor him at close range, and anyone who comes into contact with him must be investigated. 200,000 fiat currency is not one or two, and it is not so simple to get it out quietly. You're going to have to keep my eyes open and look closely. Back at the restaurant, Chen Huaijun immediately made corresponding arrangements.

……

In the evening, the originally quiet paper alley suddenly increased the flow of people, most of them were female students, some walking, some sitting in rickshaws, and some in cars, getting off when they came to the entrance of the alley, and walking into the alley.

This change overwhelmed the spies who monitored and took pictures.

"What's going on? Check it out. Chen Huaijun saw that the situation had changed, and hurriedly asked Xu Baokun to inquire.

After a while, Xu Baokun came back and reported: "Captain, it's the students of Jinling Girls' High School who are coming home from vacation, so there are many people and cars. ”

"Jinling Girls' High School? Isn't it a boarding school? Today is not a weekend, nor is it a holiday, why is it a holiday? Chen Huaijun asked.

"I inquired, I heard that the students are going to go on strike, and they will march in the streets tomorrow."

"Why the school strike?"

"I heard that it is to call for the United Communist Party to resist Japan."

'Unite against Japan?' After the Double 12 Incident, wasn't it already determined that the United Communist Party would resist Japan? What else are the students making trouble? ”

"I don't know." Xu Baokun replied.

Chen Huaijun thought about it for a while, now that the Kuomintang and the Communist Party are negotiating on the issue of army establishment, is it possible that the students are striking and marching for this?

If that's the reason, that's understandable.

But isn't this too much of a coincidence? Could it be that the Japanese did it in order to muddy the water in Paper Alley?

Thinking of this, Chen Huaijun smiled to himself: "I am really overly nervous, the Japanese will not do this kind of thing, and they can't do it, and if they want to do it, they will be from the underground party." However, the matter of Paper Lane has nothing to do with the underground party. ”

"Don't focus on the students and keep a close eye on other people." Chen Huaijun commanded.

"Yes."

……

A female student with short ear-length hair, holding a few books in her arms, walked over with a few classmates, and when she walked to the mouth of the papermaking alley, she saw the inconspicuous black cross, her eyes flashed, and then she quickly looked away, and entered the papermaking alley with a smile with her classmates.

……

"Bang Bang!"

On the morning of the 7th, there was a knock on the door of Yuan Zuocai's house.

Xu Baokun, who was monitoring at his neighbor's house, immediately pricked up his ears vigilantly and listened carefully.

"Who's coming?" I heard the door of Yuan Zuocai's room ring, and Yuan Zuocai's voice came.

"Me! Sir, dig a pit? ”

"Thatched pit? I'm looking for someone to dig it. ”

Then I heard the sound of the door opening.

"Sir, dig up the pit and give a dollar, you know this, right?"

"Yes, yes. It's really strange that you take out the dung and sell it, but we give money. ”

"Sir, you people in the city are decent people, who would do such a dirty and smelly job? When the pit is full, there are many flies and maggots, the smell is big, unhygienic, and it is annoying to have more flies. We took out the money to dry and sell it, and you also got clean, isn't this the cheapest of the two? ”

"Don't say it, it makes you want to retch! I remember sprinkling lime in the pit. ”

"Okay."

Xu Baokun listened to the conversation between the two and didn't hear anything wrong. I felt that this dung digger was very suspicious at this time, so I hurriedly returned to the house and asked the master: "Is the dung digger diligent?" ”

"I come diligently, and people come to ask about it every week." The host replied.

"Everyone's asking?"

"Not necessarily. Those who often dig dung know who should dig it and whose house is not yet ready. Only those who should be paid, they asked. However, after they finish digging, they will stop somewhere in the alley and wait for a while to see if someone will take the initiative to ask them to dig it. ”

After listening to the master's introduction, Xu Baokun had a number in his heart. Although I feel that there seems to be no problem with this excrement digger, I still don't feel at ease.

He called another companion and told him to report to the restaurant while he continued to keep watch.

After a while, a strong smell came, and Xu Baokun hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, for fear of retching.

"Sir, when you're done, you're sprinkled with lime in the pit."

"Okay, give you the money."

Hearing this, Xu Baokun hurriedly ran to the gate, and through the crack in the gate, he could see the front of the dung truck.

You can see an old farmer in his fifties coming out of Yuan Zuocai's house, pouring the dung in a dung bucket into the mouth of the dung truck, putting a bucket of lime and a long dung spoon on the car, and then pulling up the car and heading towards the alley in the direction of the restaurant.

"Could this person be the one who connects? He's not going to put the money in the dung truck, is he? Two boxes of money can only be transported out by car. However, it is unlikely to use a manure truck, right? Where do you put it? Under the car? Xu Baokun thought.

He thinks so, and so does Chen Huaijun.

After receiving the report from the agent, he saw the man who was digging for dung parking the car in a place at the entrance of the alley to avoid people, pretending to have nothing to do, and even went to the front of the car and pretended to squat down to tie his shoes and looked under the car, but he didn't see anything.

He relieved himself and ruled out the suspicion of this dung truck.

"Sir, do you dig a pit?" The old farmer who was digging dung was squatting aside and smoking a pot, and when he saw Chen Huaijun coming forward, he hurriedly asked.

"What kind of pit? It stinks, get out! Chen Huaijun covered his nose and said impatiently.

"Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go. Alas, they all think we stink, and if we don't stink, your house stinks. The old farmer knocked the cigarette pot on the sole of his shoe, stood up and pulled the cart away, muttering quietly as he went.

"Phew! It's disgusting and smelly. However, there is some truth to that. It seems that every industry has a reason to exist. Chen Huaijun looked at the dung truck and thought to himself.