No, he has not been in contact with Li Guangyuan. Nor have their routes crossed. From 1933 onwards he was fighting honestly. He knew he was fighting for his country, for his mother, for his three younger brothers and a younger sister. He believes that he is fighting for the future of his country; He opposed the Japanese because they occupied large tracts of land and could not cultivate them themselves; He opposed the British and the French because they had sold themselves to the financial oligarchy across the ocean. He was against the Americans because they oppressed ordinary working people and took advantage of the misfortunes of others for speculation. He believes that Mr. Wang's genius will live on forever.

This was before the fall of 1937. At that time, they sang songs and begged for food, and the intoxicating air of victory turned him and his companions in the tank unit into merry and amiable dissolutes. However, after the battle of Shanghai, he began to fight against the guerrillas and announced the order to shoot the hostages, at which time he was a little panicked.

When his platoon was first ordered to shoot forty hostages in prison, where a military train was overturned, he began to drink heavily: the hostages standing in front of them were some women and old people with children. The women held the children tightly to their chests, covered their eyes with their hands, and demanded that they be killed as soon as possible.

That's when he really drank heavily; Many of his colleagues are also silently drinking liquor. No one told funny jokes anymore, and no one played the accordion anymore. Later they went to fight again; The fierce confrontation with the Japanese left a deep impression on his mind. He no longer remembers that nightmare.

Once, he went home for a short vacation. A female neighbor of his family brought her daughter to see him. The daughter's name is Lili, she is very beautiful, pampered, and elegant. I dreamed of her every night. He was ten years older than her. Therefore, he always had a tenderness for her in his heart. He fantasized that she would be a good wife and mother. He was fond of fantasy and always wished that there were many pairs of children's shoes in his locker room, because he was very fond of children. How could he not like children, he was fighting for their happiness

During his next vacation, Lili became his wife. He went back to the front. Lili was sad for two months. When she realized she was pregnant, she began to feel lonely and scared. Then she went to the city. After the baby was born, she sent the baby to an orphanage. At this time, the husband suffered serious internal injuries and was hospitalized. After being discharged from the hospital, he returned home to visit his family; The family told him that Lili had run away with a man. It reminds me of the women. Once, a 30-year-old governess got into a fight with a friend of his for five boxes of canned food, because she had a daughter but nothing to feed her. The next morning, the governess entrusted her daughter to a neighbor and put her father's picture and the five boxes of canned food on her swaddling clothes, and she hanged herself herself. Ran Lili is a member of the youth team, a real Jiangsu and Zhejiang woman, not a barbaric northerner, but she sent her daughter to an orphanage like the most shameless woman.

He goes to the orphanage once a week, and he rarely gets the chance to walk around with his daughter in his arms. He teased her, sang to her, and his love for his daughter became the main pleasure of his life. He saw the female operator caressing and rocking his little boy to put him to sleep, and for the first time he asked himself explicitly: "What are we doing, they are using people like us, who love their children as much as they do, and who are ready to sacrifice themselves for their children."

When he saw Rove brutally torturing the child, he made a decision; Of course, this is not intellectual, but emotionally driven. He saw the shadow of Lili, who had become a symbol of betrayal to him, in Rove and Miss Wang, as she watched them prepare to kill the child.

Half an hour later, he returned to the orphanage and stood by the white-painted window, feeling something damaged in his heart.

"Hello," he said to a woman who was looking out the window, "Maomao is my daughter." They allowed me"

"Yes, I know. But the little girl is sleeping now."

"I'm going to the front. I want to take her for a walk and let her sleep in my arms. I'll send her back when it's time to change diapers."

"I'm afraid the doctor won't agree"

"I'm going to the front," the guard repeated.

"Well, I understand you, I do my best. Please wait here for a moment. ”

He waited ten minutes. He was shaking and couldn't close his upper and lower teeth.

The small window finally opened. Someone handed him a crisp white pocket swaddling one. The daughter's face was covered with a white wrapper. The little girl was sleeping.

"Do you want to go down the street?"

"What" the guards didn't understand. He felt that the interrogator's voice was coming from afar, as if he were speaking to him through a tightly closed door. Ever since that internal injury, he has felt this way whenever he is particularly emotional.

"Please go to our little garden, it is quiet, and in the event of an air raid, you can quickly move to an underground shelter"

The guards came to the side of the road and heard the squeaking of brakes behind them. A military driver stopped the car two paces away from him, then poked his head out of the window and shouted at him:

"What's wrong with you, you don't see the car"

The guard held her daughter tightly in her arms, muttered a low word, and ran softly towards the basement door. The operator was standing in the doorway waiting for him. The little boy lies in a box.

"Wait a minute," said the guard, handing his daughter to the operator, "you hold her and I'll run to the bus stop." From there, you can see the buses coming around the corner. I'll run back to pick you up in time."

Tears welled up in his eyes as the operator carefully picked up his daughter, and he ran towards a gap in the ruined wall.

"It's better to go together," said the operator, "let's go together."

"It's all right, I'll come," he replied after pausing at the door, "and they probably have a picture of you, and I was a different person before I was wounded." I'll just come, wait for me."

He said he ran towards the bus stop with broken steps. The streets were deserted.

"The orphanage will soon be evacuated, and I will be separated from my daughter," he thought to himself, "and how will I find her in the future, and if she is killed by a bomb, it is better to die together." This woman can feed her, like raising two twins for this, and later the Bodhisattva will forgive me everything. Although I killed innocent villagers near the battlefield that day"

It's starting to rain.

"We took a bus to the zoo and changed trains there. Or go with the refugees. It's easy to escape from here. She will feed my daughter before we arrive in Nanjing. When I got there, there was my mom to help. You can also hire a wet nurse there. But they're going to hunt me down. I can't go to my mother. It doesn't matter. You should leave the city first. You can go to the northern seashore. To go to my comrades-in-arms, in short, who would have thought that I would go to my comrades-in-arms on the front"

The guard tugged at his ear. The chills were over.

"It's good that it's raining," he thought, "but there's been a little movement." When you're waiting, it's not good to be silent. If there is snow or a little rain, you will feel less lonely"

The drizzle was still falling, but the clouds suddenly dispersed. High in the sky, revealing a blue slit and a small patch of white sun.

"Spring is coming," thought the guard, "and it won't be long before the grass is visible."

That's when he saw a bus coming at a bend in the street. The guard was about to turn around and run back to pick up the operator, but he noticed several small black cars coming out of the back of the bus. Defiant of all traffic rules, they went on a rampage towards the orphanage. The guards felt their legs go limp, and their left hand felt cold. Because this is a car number 76. His first wish at the moment was to run away, but he understood that they would be suspicious of the person who ran, and in this way, the woman and his daughter would be caught immediately. They'll take her back. He was afraid that by this time he would be sick again, and that he would be taken away in a coma, "and then they seized my daughter, took off her clothes, and carried her to the window, but spring had just come, and it would be warmer in the future." If that were the case, she, the woman, would understand everything when she heard the gunshots. Can't let it. ”

Walking onto the asphalt road, Helmut suddenly raised his Balabelen pistol, aimed it at the windshield of the first car, and fired several shots in a row. He heard the sound of automatic gun shooting, and the last thing he thought about before feeling the last pain of his life was: "I haven't told her yet, what is my daughter's name"

The thought tormented him for a while, and then he died.

"No, sir," said the nurse to Chang Kaishen, who had handed the little girl over to the guards with her own hands, "and this was ten minutes ago at most"

"Where is the little girl?" asked the gray-haired old spy with a calm face, trying to avoid looking at the body of his dyed companion. The body lay on the floor facing the doorway. It was evident that the man was very old, and it was probably quite a long time since he had dyed his hair for the last time, because his hair had become bicolored, the roots were red, and the ends were light brown.

"In my opinion, they left in a car," said another female nurse, "and there was a car parked next to him"

"How. Little girl on her own in the car"

"No," said the woman in all seriousness, "she can't get into the car herself." She's still a nursing child."

Chang Kaishen said: "Check this place carefully, I should go back." The third car is coming soon, and it has already driven out. How did the little girl get into the car," he asked, turning around at the door, "what kind of car is it?"

"Big Car"

"It's a truck"

"Yes. It's green."

"There's something wrong here," Chang Kaishen said, opening the door, "and search the surrounding houses."

"There are ruins all around"

"Then a good search," he said, "is so ridiculous that it actually doesn't work." We cannot understand the logic of a layman spy"

"Maybe he's a cunning professional spy," said the gray-haired old agent, smoking a cigarette.

"A cunning professional spy won't come to the orphanage," Chang Kaishen replied gloomily, and then walked out.

He had just spoken to his secretary on the phone. The secretary told him that at the secret contact point in Yan'an, the liaison who delivered the code had committed suicide.

Mr. Wu's archival team called Mr. Zhan.

"Something," the staff said to him, "if you can come here, captain, we're going to show you a few papers."

"I'll be right away," Mr. Zhan replied simply.

He rushed to the working group, and before he had time to undress, he hurried to the table and picked up a few pieces of paper that were placed on the table.

He hurriedly went through the papers, shrugged his eyebrows in surprise, then undressed unhurriedly, threw his coat on the back of his chair, and sat down with his left leg bent. The document is indeed very interesting. The first document reads: "On a certain day, Mei Sipin, Ding Mocun, Li Shiqun, and Chang Kaishen should be isolated." Chang Kaishen's name was crossed out with a red pencil. Zhan Guoqiang drew a big question mark on a small piece of smooth paper. He kept these small pieces of paper in his pockets and in his office so that the notes "should be considered," the document continues, "isolating the aforementioned 76 and the leaders of the Security Service is likely to be a unique abstract act." Finding these isolated, problem-specific leaders will be the most worrying for all those who can benefit from this matter, both from a tactical point of view and from a strategic point of view."

The document then sets out a list of one hundred and seventy-six men: "No. 76 and these officers of the Security Service may have clarified more or less the key questions of foreign policy not through the main events, but through a few minor details. No doubt each or two of them unwittingly act as a mosaic; From the point of view of individual value, it is meaningless, but when combined with other mosaics, it becomes a priceless treasure. It follows that these officers can provide assistance to the enemy, who in turn seeks to discredit the party's lofty ideals by the practice of nation-building.

From this tactical point of view, if each of the officers listed above were brought together, a climate would be unfavorable for the country. Regrettably, under such circumstances, it was not possible to draw a strict line of demarcation between the Party's policy and the work practice of the Guards, since these officers were veteran generals who joined the Kuomintang between 1921 and 1935. Therefore, it is also reasonable and legal to isolate these people"

"Obviously," Zhan Guoqiang suddenly thought, "he, the leader of our party, is playing with words. We call it purge, but he calls it quarantine. In this way, I should be isolated, but Chang Kaishen should be protected. To be honest, I didn't expect that. But the funny thing is that they actually left Mei Sipin's name on the list. But that's understandable. Because Chang Kaishen always stays in the shadows, only some agents know about him, and Mei Sipin is now a world-famous figure. The idea of fame and fortune hurt him. And the reason why I was victimized was that I wanted to be a useful person for the country. There is a strange myth: the more you want to be useful to your country, the greater the risk you take; People like me have no right to take into grave state secrets that have long been personal secrets. People like me should be purged suddenly and quickly like Song Dawen, I'm sure he was assassinated by our own people."

He looked carefully at the names of those listed as preparing for "quarantine." Many of them were his subordinates. The one hundred and forty-second was Li Guangyuan, the commander of the Guards.

Chang Kaishen's name was crossed off the list, while Li Guangyuan's name was retained, proving that the party's archival work was horribly sloppy and chaotic. Wu Sibao gave instructions on revising the list in the two days before the evacuation, but Li Guangyuan was omitted in a hurry. This rescue of Li Guangyuan was not to escape the "isolation" of Wu Sibao's agents, but to survive the "purge" of Zhan Guoqiang's cronies.

"Is something wrong" When Chang Kaishen returned to the basement, Li Guangyuan asked, "I don't know why I'm in a hurry."

"You're doing the right thing," Chang echoed, "I'm in a hurry, too."

"I remember." Li Guangyuan said.

"What exactly"

"Why did that communist woman leave my fingerprint on her suitcase. By the way, where is she now, I think, you will arrange for me to meet with her, that is, to confront her face to face"

"She's in the hospital. Get her here soon."

"What's wrong with her"

"Nothing happened to her. It's just that Rove did a little too much with her child in order to get her to confess. ”

"Lie," Li Guangyuan understood, "if the operator really confessed, he wouldn't let me stall here." The situation he said was close to the truth, but he was lying"

"Well, there's still time for now"

"Why is it too late for the time being?"

"There's still time for the time being," Li Guangyuan repeated, "if you're really interested in the hectic turmoil caused by the suitcase, I'll recall." It's going to give me a few more gray hairs, but the truth always triumphs, that's my faith."

"It's good to know that our beliefs are aligned. Please cite the facts."

"To do this, you had to bring in the police department that was on duty on the streets and in the blockade at the time. I stayed there and even after I showed my security badge, they still wouldn't let me through. So I had to drive to the bypass, which was not allowed to pass, and I was stuck there with crowded vehicles and pedestrians. I got out of the car and walked over to see what was going on. I wanted to go there to call Zhan Guoqiang, but two policemen stopped me. One of the policemen was young, but sick-faced, most likely a tuberculosis patient. I can't remember the appearance of his companion. I showed them my badge and walked over to make a phone call. There stood a woman with a child. I took the stroller out of the rubble and handed it to her, then moved a few suitcases away from the fire scene. You can recall the photo of the suitcase that was found after the bombing. That's the first point. Compare the location where the suitcase was found with the address where the telegraph operator lived, this is the second point. Please bring in the police officers who witnessed me helping the victim carry the suitcase in the blockade area, and that's the third point. If any of my evidence is false, give me a pistol with a bullet: this is the only way I can prove my innocence."

"Well," Chang Kaishen smiled, "what to do, let's give it a try." Listen to our own people first, and then talk to you Communist women"

"The same Communist Party woman as us" Li Guangyuan also smiled.

"Alright, alright," Chang Kaishen said, "don't catch me."

He went out to call Dr. Niu, the principal of the police academy and the captain of the first-class guard brigade, while Li Guangyuan continued to analyze the situation: "Even if they defeated the newspaper operator girl, he specifically mentioned her son just now: they may have to torture the child, and she can't stand this, but, anyway, they have suffered a setback in some way, otherwise they will send the newspaper operator here, and if the professor is in their hands, they will not wait, because it is foolish to delay time in this situation, and they will lose the initiative because of this." ”

"Did they give you something to eat?" Chang Kaishen asked back in his cell, "Shall we eat something?"

"It's time to eat," Li Guangyuan agreed.

"I have instructed the people above to bring us something to eat."

"Thank you. Did you notify those people?"

"Notified"

"Your face is ugly"

"Alas," Chang Kaishen waved his hand, "it's good that I can live." Why do you slyly emphasize that for the time being, for the time being, there is still time. What do you mean by yourself?"

"I'll tell you right away when I'm confronted," Li Guangyuan replied, "and there's no point in saying this to you now." If my innocence is not proven, there is no need to say it"

The cell door opened. The guards walked in with a tray covered with a stiff white napkin with a plate of meat, a few slices of bread, a piece of cream, and two eggs.

"In a prison like this, and in the basement, I would have liked to sleep well for a day or two. You can't even hear the explosion of bombs here."

"You can sleep a little longer"

"Thank you," Li Guangyuan laughed.

"What are you laughing at" Chang Kaishen smiled slightly, "What I said is true, I admire your composure." Would you like to have some wine?"

"No thanks"

"You don't drink a drop of alcohol"

"I like brandy, I'm afraid you know"

"Don't think you can compare yourself to the big guys. I only know that the big guys like Russian brandy the most. Okay, whatever you want, I've got to have some drinks. I didn't feel very well."

In the scout's empty office, Chang Kaishen, his secretary, and Li Guangyuan sat on a few chairs arranged along the wall. The Captain of the First Guard Assault Group opened the door and ushered in a uniformed policeman.