As a general rule, secondary school teachers should be men, as was the case in Sparta in Greece. A woman can act as a comforter, but not as an educator. It is the duty of men to raise the next generation, and in doing so it excludes unnecessary fantasies from children, and there is nothing more cruel than the conflict between children's fantasies and adult realities"

He walked into the small teahouse, sat down in the corner, and ordered himself a spiced bean. The children were amused by the witty teacher. The teacher was very kind, talking to the children as if he were talking to his peers, he did not cater to their hearts in the slightest, but on the contrary, he naturally and proportionately "attracted" them to his side.

The professor could not help but think back to the schools in Shanghai, their mechanical methods of education, the hysteria, and the fear of the students in front of the teachers, and he thought to himself: "If those traitors are victorious, and they bring their own customs here, the children will become small soldiers, how can I hope for the victory of the country?" Here, they replaced military training with physical education classes, and instead of teaching the girls embroidery, they cultivated their love of music. If Wang had not been here, the children would have sat behind their desks in silence, their eyes fixed on their teachers, most likely women. They will walk in line on the streets, not in natural groups, and when they meet, they will stupidly shout 'East Asia Co-Prosperity' as a mutual greeting. It may be terrible to hope that my country will be defeated, but I still hope that my country will be defeated as soon as possible....."

The professor ate the spiced beans unhurriedly, and he couldn't help but smile as he listened to the children's conversation.

The teacher asked, "Shall we thank the owner of this wonderful teahouse?" He provided us with a warm place and delicious noodles, shall we sing him a song? ”

Okay," the children replied.

Let's vote on who is against? ”

I," said a little girl, with long hair, freckles, and big eyes.

Why? ”

Just then, the teahouse door opened. A tall man walked in, shaking the rain off his raincoat. He is the master of the secret junction location. He was accompanied by a thin man, a man with a swarthy face, quick movements, a strong physique, an expressive face, and high protruding cheekbones. The professor almost pulled to his feet, but he suddenly remembered the instructions of his superiors: "I will recognize you myself". So he immersed himself in reading the newspaper again, listening attentively to what the children were saying.

Explain, why are you against? The teacher asked the little girl, "Be good at sticking to your own opinions." Maybe you're right, we're not. Explain it to us."

My mother used to say that you can't sing after eating noodles," the little girl said, "and it will damage your throat."

Mom is probably right, but of course, if we sing loudly or shout in the street, it does damage our throats. But not here, I think, singing here, the voice will not be fine. Besides, you can stop singing, we won't complain about you."

With that, the teacher led the way and sang a joyful song. The boss came out from behind the counter and applauded the children. Then the children walked out noisily, and the professor looked thoughtfully at their backs.

Where have I seen this thin black man," he remembered suddenly, "perhaps, I have been in prison with him?" No, I didn't see him there. But I remember this man. I remember him very well."

Presumably, he was so focused on the thin black man that he couldn't help but smile when he noticed his gaze.

The professor remembered him from the smile, as if he had seen a scene from a movie. His voice was even heard: "Let him sign the pledge, promise all obedience, in all respects make it impossible for him to be superior to us in the future, lest he will say, 'It is their fault, I am a bystander' No one can be a bystander now For sympathists who have come out of prison, there are only two ways: faithfulness or death, one of the two must be chosen"

It was in the second year of the war, and he was called to the secret police station for a routine conversation. The professor is called once a year, usually in the spring. The small, dark, thin man walked into the office and listened to his conversation with the uniformed agent 76 (who usually talks to him). The dark, thin man spoke fiercely, and the professor was impressed by those hysterical words. Once he went to visit his brother. At that time, his brother was still the attending doctor, and no one could have imagined that he would die a year later.

"They are hysterical blind people who force you to sign a pledge of loyalty, and they think that they give you a great honour."

The professor felt his hands tremble slightly, and he did not know what to do: to go forward and meet the comrade sent by his superiors, the owner of the secret joint place, or to call him aside and remind him of the thin black man; Or go outside and see if they are leaving together, or separately; Or get up first, hurry to the secret junction as soon as possible, inform the people who are left there (he heard the voice of a second person when he was there), and ask them to set up an alarm signal on the windowsill.

Stop, "The professor was struck by something suddenly" What was on the windowsill the first time I went there? At that time, there was a pot of flowers, and Li Guangyuan told me this. Maybe not? No, it can't be, so why now this comrade is not, it's hysteria that begins to flare up? Stop, first of all, restrain yourself. Stop it! ”

The tall man didn't look at the professor after all, and walked out casually with the short, dark man who had come with him. The professor handed the boss the only note he had, but the boss had no change to give him, so he had to go to a shop across the street to exchange it, and by the time the boss gave him the change and sent him out, the streets were already empty. Whether it was the owner of the tall secret contact place, or the thin black man, there was no trace of him.

Maybe he's the same as Li Guangyuan? "Maybe he, like that man, has already broken into 76 and secretly played his part and fought them?" ”

This thought gave him some comfort.

The Professor walked over to the house where the secret junction was located, and glancing out the window, saw the tall owner of the liaison and the dark-haired man. They were standing at the window talking about something, and a huge flower stood out between them, which was a sign of failure. The scout sensed that someone was following him and had already signaled this warning. However, the agent of No. 76 did not understand what the flower meant; Everything is fine, or "the joint site has been destroyed". However, since they confirmed that the Communist spies did not know that someone was capturing him, they kept everything as it was. The first time the professor came here by accident, he didn't notice the flowers on the windowsill, so the agents concluded that everything was normal at the secret joint

The man in the window saw the professor. The tall man smiled and nodded at him. For the first time, the professor saw a smile on his face. This smile made him understand everything. The professor smiled as well, and began to walk through the street. He concluded that the people who walked upstairs in this way could not see him, and that he could take advantage of this opportunity to get rid of them. But when he looked back, he saw two men following him. As they walked, they looked at the glass window, which was more than a hundred meters away from him.

The professor felt his legs go limp.

Shouting, right? Calling for help? These two will be the first to strike. I know what they're going to do to me. Li Guangyuan said that they can anesthetize people, or treat people as mentally ill."

When a person is in the most dangerous moment, as long as he does not lose the ability to fight, his attention will become extremely sharp, and his brain will be extremely tense.

The professor saw a low, snow-blue sky peeking out of the hole in the gate he had entered the day before.

It's a hall," he understood, "I should have walked through this gate."

He walked through the door with his stiff, trembling legs, a dull smile on his gray face.

The professor closed the door behind him, and hurried towards the door to the inner courtyard. He pushed the door with one hand, only to find that it was locked. He slammed his shoulder, but the door still didn't open.

The professor banged on the door again, but it was locked. It seemed impossible to climb through that small window. He had just seen the sky through this small window.

And it's not in the movie: "He suddenly gets tired and doesn't care about anything; As a bystander, he thought, "An old man with glasses climbed the window and got stuck in the window. The legs were bobbing back and forth, and they grabbed my legs and pulled me down."

He climbed up the stairs for some distance. It is possible to jump out of this window, but this window leads to that secluded and uninhabited street. The two men in the festle hats were walking awkwardly down the street, and now they were no longer looking at the glass windows, but were staring at the doorway he had just entered. He climbed up some distance, and the window leading to the courtyard was nailed shut.

The scariest thing is that they take off your clothes and check your mouth, and that's when you feel like an insect. In Rome, the rulers simply put people to death, and it was the good old days of the honest ancient Romans. Now these people are either brainwashing you or torturing you desperately before sending you to the gallows. Of course, I couldn't stand their torture. At that time, for the first time, I had nothing to hide, and besides, I couldn't stand the torture, so I said whatever they asked, and wrote down everything they knew, as they asked. I was young then. Now, if they torture me, I will not be able to stand it, so I will have to betray the memory of my brother. Betraying the nostalgia for his brother means death. It's better not to betray and die."

He paused at the door. The door sign reads "Doctor of Law Lu Guanqiu".

Now I ring Dr. Lui's doorbell," the professor suddenly understood, "and I said I had a heart attack." My fingers were cold, and my face was probably gray. Ask him to help call a doctor. Let them shoot me in front of everyone, and then I can shout something."

The professor answered the doorbell. He heard a long tinkling of the gong behind the door.

The owner would ask me where I lived," he thought, "what then?" I fell into the hands of the police for nothing. Wang Wei is almost finished, and I can tell who I am and where I come from."

He rang the doorbell again, but no one opened the door for him.

This Dr. Lu may be eating at a restaurant outside. The food was delicious, Shaoxing Huadiao, and salted chicken and drunken fish," the professor recalled, "maybe he was reading the newspaper, and he had nothing to do with me"

The professor ran up a few steps. He walked over in three and two steps, intending to ring the doorbell of a dwelling across from the secret joint.

But just then, the door of the secret dwelling opened, and a tall man came out and said to him, "You have found the wrong door, comrade. In this doorway, only our two families and Dr. Lui lived. You've just rang his doorbell. The rest of the people are out."

The professor stopped by the window of the doorway. It's a large window that hasn't been scrubbed in a long time.

There was also a manuscript on the table. The last page was aborted halfway through, and I wrote it well. If I hadn't come here, I would be sitting at home in Shanghai writing. Then, when it was all over, I gathered the manuscripts together and made a book. And now? No one could read my notes.

He jumped out of the window, legs facing forward. He wanted to scream, but he didn't, because his heart burst as he felt a rapid feeling of suspension in his body.

It was reported to Chang Kaishen that Li Guangyuan was walking back to his office along the corridor of the Central Security Bureau; Hearing this news, Chang Kaishen suddenly felt at a loss. He was sure that Li Guangyuan could be caught somewhere else. He couldn't explain to himself why, but he always had a premonition of success in his mind. Of course, he knew his mistakes, and he remembered how he had behaved when he saw his men who had been beaten to the ground. Of course, Li Guangyuan knew all this very well, so Chang Kaishen thought that he would abscond in fear of crime. Unexpectedly, Li Guangyuan appeared in the building of the Security Bureau again, walking in the corridor unhurriedly, nodding and greeting acquaintances from time to time, this news made Chang Kaishen feel flustered and made him shake his confidence in success.

Li Guangyuan's intention was very simple: to confuse the enemy's mind means to achieve half the victory. He knew that the confrontation with Chang Kaishen would be complicated, because his men were always detouring around some of the most sensitive key issues in their actions against the physicists. But there is still a lack of adequate preparation to accuse him, and every issue he wants to accuse is not so much evidence as merely intuition, so that it can be overturned, or at least there can be two explanations. Li Guangyuan recalled the conversation he had with Wu Sibao at a festive party to celebrate Wang's birthday. After Zhan Guoqiang's speech, a concert was held, and then everyone walked into the banquet hall. The food and drinks were already on the table. According to his old habit, Zhan Guoqiang drank a cup of tea, while his subordinates were drinking liquor. At this moment, Li Guangyuan told Zhan Guoqiang that Chang Kaishen's men had taken very inappropriate measures against the physicist arrested two or three months earlier, "At least that's it, but I still went to the physics and mathematics department to have a look," he said, "I don't like to look back, because I feel depressed when I think about the situation there, but that's the truth." Besides, this scholar has some contacts because he has studied and worked overseas. It would be more advantageous for us to do the work, I can vouch for it.

After talking to Zhan about the idea, he told him a few more ridiculous things, and Zhan laughed, and then they went to the window and began to discuss the operation that Zhan Guoqiang had entrusted to his action team, which included Li Guangyuan. It was an important piece of disinformation that was intended to drive a wedge between the allies. At that time, Li Guangyuan had already noticed that Zhan Guoqiang was trying to use his strength to drive a wedge between the Western Allies and Tokyo, but his approach was very natural, he was cautious and cautious everywhere, and did everything possible to protect himself. And, in general, his main spearhead is directed against the Kremlin. Zhan, for example, supplied British-made automatic weapons to Japanese naval forces stationed in the Pacific. These weapons were purchased by the Japanese through neutral countries and shipped to the Pacific via France; The rules of confidentiality that should be observed for the transportation of such items have not been observed. Of course, this has to be done skillfully and skillfully. After the partisans snatched some British automatic guns from German warehouses, they issued orders threatening to shoot those who guarded the weapons warehouses for dereliction of duty. This order was printed in large numbers. Zhan Guoqiang sent agents to hunt down the guerrillas and try to get this order into the hands of the guerrillas. From this secret information, it can be concluded that the Western Allies did not intend to land in France or the Netherlands, otherwise why would they sell their weapons to the enemy? Zhan Guoqiang greatly appreciated Li Guangyuan's work, because it was he who took on the organizational side. At that time, the head of the spy service sat in his office, waiting for the Kremlin leader to lash out, for the alliance of Stalin, Churchill and Roosevelt to go bankrupt. Li Guangyuan worked tirelessly, and his suggestions were praised by Zhan Guoqiang. However, nothing happened there. Zhan Guoqiang informed Moscow of what he knew about the operation. As soon as the operation was carried out, he gave advance notice that London had never sold weapons to other countries, and that this speculation was a well-arranged disinformation with ulterior motives.

At a festive party to congratulate Wang on his birthday, Li Guangyuan deliberately avoided the physicist's case in his conversation and focused instead on discussing the reasons for the complete failure of the battle of wits with the Kremlin. He knew that Zhan Guoqiang was a highly talented scout who was proficient in espionage business, and he might forget some details, but no matter who he talked to, even with his own gardener, he never let go of the main key factors in the conversation. Zhan Guoqiang is an evenly matched opponent, and it is very difficult and almost impossible to avoid him on strategic issues. But Li Guangyuan often paid close attention to him, and found a very interesting detail: Zhan Guoqiang seemed to pay no attention to the important suggestions of his subordinates at first, and often turned the conversation to other topics. But after a few days, weeks, or even months, he came up with the idea again, and added some of his own opinion to it, but by this time it had become his own, an idea which he had painstakingly and painstakingly conceived, and which he had already intended to put into practice. And this rough suggestion was brilliant as soon as he made it; Because of his skillful combination of the thrust of his proposals with the overall problems facing the country, no one dared to suspect him of plagiarizing the ideas of others.

Li Guangyuan's estimate is accurate.

"It seems that the question of technological superiority will become the defining issue of world history, especially after scholars have discovered the secrets of the atomic nucleus." Academics, I think, understand this, but politicians are not yet aware of it. In terms of the concept of the statesman with whom we have become familiar in the history of mankind in the nineteenth century, we will be witnesses to the decline of the profession of politicians. The science of the future will manipulate politics. It is not today's task to understand the eternal motivations of scientists who have reached the advanced level of the world in the future, and to see who is inspiring them to explore; Precisely, this is not so much a task today as a task in the distant future. Therefore, you should go and work with the detained physicist. I can't remember his name."

Li Guangyuan understood that this was an examination of him. Zhan Guoqiang wanted to find out whether the veteran spy Li Guangyuan knew where his words came from and who prompted him this idea. Li Guangyuan was silent and looked at his fingers with a sad face. After a pause that was not contrived, he glanced at the detachment leader in bewilderment. Therefore, he stepped forward to hear the scholar's case. In this way, he thwarted the practical possibility of the Japanese: if the scholar's argument prevailed, the Japanese would have concentrated their efforts on building the atomic bomb by the end of 1934.

However, after spending some time with his classmates, he realized that fate itself was preventing Japan from creating new weapons. Because after the war, Tojo should claim that he would refuse to fund scientific research projects in the field of defense if the scholars did not produce tangible results for him within three months (no more than four months at most).

Although Zhan Guoqiang became interested in the issue of atomic weapons and set up the "Joint Foundation for Military Scientific Research," Mei Sipin, who was in charge of scientific research, asked Zhan Guoqiang to transfer the results of his painstaking management to his leadership. In this way, the genius physicists were placed out of the view of the leading group, and besides, none of the leaders in Japan, except for a few, were highly educated.