Huang Youbing died, and was shot to death by Bai Xuesong, ending his greedy and shameful life.

The order to shoot him was issued by the Ministry of Defense of the Xia Mansion, but the reason is somewhat ridiculous, and it is the usual trick of the Xia Mansion: bandits. And his chief of staff, Xue Gui, died because he accidentally discovered the secret of his collusion with the Spark Alliance, and in order to protect himself, he secretly contacted the underground personnel of the Xizhou Spark Alliance to exterminate him.

After Mo Mengyu and his entourage returned to Nantang, she didn't care about the fatigue of traveling and going straight to the director's office to report to Zheng Yimin.

"Sit down," Mo Mengyu was a little excited: "Huang Youbing's crime of collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country has been confirmed, and he is now guilty of death." But why did the above reverse black and white and characterize his crime of betraying the country as colluding with the Spark Alliance, doesn't this make it clear that he is talking nonsense with his eyes open? ”

"Be careful! Be cautious about Captain Mo, be careful of the trouble. Zheng Yimin hurriedly walked over and closed the office door.

"I'm afraid of something, I'll just tell you the truth. Could it be that the dignified Xia Kingdom still does not allow people to tell the truth? Mo Meng said angrily.

"You! I'm still too young. Do you know who gave this order? Let me tell you, it was ordered by Commander Xia himself. Zheng Yimin said in a low voice.

"Huh? Why would the president give such an order, doesn't this make us lie with a clear conscience? Mo Mengyu said confusedly.

"Politics."

These two words floated out of Zheng Yimin's mouth gently, but they fell into Mo Mengyu's ears and seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds, her heart was shocked, and she instantly understood the purpose of Commander Xia doing this.

First, Xia Batian has always pursued the policy of "first securing the inside, then the outside", and regards the Spark Alliance as his henchman, so as long as there is even the slightest opportunity and excuse, he will let people expand infinitely and exaggerate, taking the opportunity to suppress and discredit the Spark Alliance.

Second, the causes of death of Huang Youbing and Xue Gui should be said to be related to the people of the Snow Country, and they have nothing to do with the people of the alliance, which Xia Batian himself certainly knows. But he deliberately poured this basin of dirty water on the Spark Alliance, just because the Snow Country's current power in the Xia Kingdom was too great, and it was not suitable to have a head-on conflict with them and ruined his plan to clean up.

"Captain Mo, this matter is over here, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble." Zheng Yimin admonished.

……

Back at home, after Mo Mengyu took a comfortable hot bath, put on a bathrobe and brewed a cup of hot coffee, and habitually walked to the window to look at the second-floor balcony of a small bungalow across the street.

She has maintained this habit for three years.

For the past three years, the balcony on the second floor of the house has been empty.

When Mo Mengyu's gaze swept past as usual, with a little carelessness, her body shook suddenly, and the cup in her hand suddenly fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound, she stared blankly at the pot of fiery moon flowers on the balcony, and tears slowly slipped down her face one by one.

It's been three years, and she's been looking forward to this moment every moment, because it's the code that the organization has negotiated with her in advance: when the moon flower appears, it's when the organization is about to wake her up. She knew that her comrades and her comrades-in-arms lived in the small building opposite, and she wanted to cross that short distance to find him (her) to complain. However, the strict organizational discipline of the alliance did not allow her to do so, and for countless nights, she could only stand silently in front of the window and look at the light shining from behind the thick curtains, sending her blessings.

It's been five years, and it's been five years since she and her beloved left the organization. Over the years, they have been like children who have lost their mothers, like kites with broken strings in the sky, and like lonely boats on the vast sea, unable to see the other shore or hope. Even, for a moment, she wondered if the organization had forgotten about them.

Mo Mengyu took a deep breath and wiped the tears from her face, her eyes becoming firm.

Gently closing the window, she sat down at the table and pondered. The Order's choice to wake her up at this time must have something to do with her recent actions, most likely because the Order's eagerness to know the clues of the Snowpiercer spy. Thinking of this, Mo Mengyu's eyes lit up, and he took out a pen and paper and iodine wine from the draw.

After doing everything, Mo Mengyu lay on her side on the bed excitedly, looking at the lights outside the window with big eyes, and she almost stayed awake all night.

At some point, the streets outside became lively. Listening to the sound of traffic, Mo Mengyu opened his hazy sleepy eyes and saw that the sunlight was sprinkled all over the room through the gaps in the curtains.

The day dawned, and a new day of hope began.

After Mo Mengyu washed up quickly, he filled his stomach with something and walked downstairs.

As soon as she appeared at the gate, a rickshaw came running.

"Miss, do you need a car?" A coachman in a felt hat and dressed in tatters asked with a smile earnestly. Although the brim of his hat was pressed low, obscuring half of his face and making it impossible to tell his age, his voice could tell that he was not very old.

"No. 51 Chicken and Goose Lane, let's go." After Mo Mengyu finished speaking, he stepped into the car.

"Okay, please sit tight!" After the man finished speaking, he pulled up the car and ran quickly.

When he arrived at the destination, Mo Mengyu got out of the car and took out the money from his bag: "Oh, master, I'll give you the fare." ”

"Thank you, thank you, Miss is such a good person!" The man took the money with both hands and nodded his head and waist.

Mo Mengyu nodded slightly, turned around and left. And at the moment when she just turned around, a voice as thin as a gossamer came from her ears: "Meet at Pearl Spring at six o'clock this afternoon, with you taking the Nanling Evening News and the other party taking a copy of the ancient mythological tale "The Biography of Hou Yi" as a token, the joint code is: The other party asked, do you like the ancient mythological story Hou Yi shooting the sun?" You replied, yes, but I prefer the story of Nuwa mending the sky. ″

The faint voice was like an earth-shattering thunder that exploded in Mo Mengyu's ears, and she couldn't help but stagnate, so she squatted down and pretended to arrange her shoelaces, then stood up and walked forward casually. The whole time, she didn't look behind her.

Nantang Pearl Spring, one spring with three scenes, is a very famous local scenic spot. There was once a poet who left a well-known poem after swimming in Zhuzhu Spring:

A clear and shallow ripple bead round, fine waves and small wattles. Even with the ministers to lean on the threshold, it can be like fish algae into the poems.

Because of the cold weather, there are many fewer people visiting here than usual.

Mo Mengyu held the newspaper in his hand, pretending to be casual and enjoying the beautiful scenery of Pearl Spring under the winter sun, but his eyes were watching closely around.

A man slowly paced over from a distance, a middle-aged man in a long shirt and glasses.

Mo Mengyu's heart beat violently as she saw the man holding a book in his hand.

After calming down a little, Mo Mengyu walked in the direction where the man came without incident.

"This young lady usually likes to read the newspaper?" The man smiled and didn't talk to her directly.

"yes." Mo Mengyu was slightly stunned, and a look of doubt flashed in his heart, why is it different from the plot?

"I prefer mythology elementary school, do you like ancient mythological stories Hou Yi shoots the sun?" The man raised the book in his hand, which was "The Biography of Hou Yi".

"I like it, but I prefer the story of Nuwa mending the sky." After confirming the identity of the other party, Mo Mengyu blurted out almost without thinking.

"Zhao Jianzhong, the head of the underground of the alliance's Nantang," the man smiled and stretched out his big thick hand:

"Mo Mengyu, no, 'Comrade Nuwa', welcome home!"

"Home? Family! ”

Mo Mengyu muttered in his mouth, a warm current surged through his heart, and his eyes moistened.

"I am here to wake you up on the orders of Chief Tekoli, and in the future, the work of transmitting important information will be directly communicated by the two of us. The organization decided to wake you up this time, and I listened to Section Chief Li say that Zou Gong made this decision after a fierce ideological struggle. Comrade Mengyu, you are the treasure of Zou Gong's heart! I don't want to use you until the critical time. ”

"Zou Gong? Does he remember me? Mo Mengyu wanted to cry warmly in his heart, originally suspected that the organization had forgotten about him, but he didn't expect that even the famous Zou Gong still remembered him.

"Of course I do! The organization will not forget a single comrade, whether he lives or dies. We who are alive fight side by side, and the comrades who have died will always live in our hearts. Zhao Jianzhong looked at Mo Mengyu sincerely.

Mo Mengyu nodded heavily.

On the horizon, the remaining wisps of sunset are like clusters of dancing flames, trying to leave the last light in the world.