"This Li Guangyuan is still very good," Chang Kaishen said to Rove, "you listen"

Chang Kaishen poured a tape back, and then released Li Guangyuan's voice: "Nanjing will see your arrest as a kind of sentence for you." I'm not going to repeat the bare basics like this. A person who was captured by No. 76 had only a dead end. What comes out of No. 76 is a traitor, and it can only be a traitor, right? This is one. I'm not going to ask you to give up a list of spies who haven't been arrested yet, because they're going to do everything they can to find you. This is two. Thirdly, you must know that I, as a man and an officer, have to sympathize with your situation, and I know that if we were forced to send your children to an orphanage, you would be grief-stricken as a mother. The child will lose its mother forever. You have to understand me correctly, I'm not threatening you, the reason is simple, even if I don't want to do it, but I have superiors, and it's always much easier to give orders to those who don't see the baby in your arms. And I can't help but carry out the order, I'm a warrior, and you're a bandit, we're at war. Finally, on the fourth point, we have received copies of the films you shot in Shanghai in the past. You portray us as fools and call our organization a madhouse. It's ridiculous, you know, we are the real legitimate government. ”

Chang Kaishen naturally couldn't see it, Li Guangyuan glanced at the newspaper operator when he said this, and she immediately understood what he meant, and replied: "Yes, but now our troops have arrived at the gate of Nanjing." ”

"Yes. In the past, when our troops were at the gates of the Presidential Palace, you believed that one day you would come to Shanghai. In the same way, we are now convinced that we will soon attack Yan'an. But now is not the time for debate. I'm talking to you about this because our translators are not stupid people, they have deciphered many of your codes, and our people can do your job as a telegrapher."

Li Guangyuan threw another look at the newspaper operator. She said, "Your newspaper operators don't know the peculiarities of my dispatches. And the intelligence center is very familiar"

"Yes. But we have tapes of your reports, and we can easily get our people to grasp the characteristics of your messages, so that we can replace your work. This will completely ruin your reputation. Your organization will not forgive you. You know this as well as I do, and you probably know it better than I do. If you are smarter, I promise to convince your leaders that you are not guilty."

"It's impossible," replied the operator.

"You are wrong, it is possible. We can record your arrest on a single document. You will be staying in the same house with some of our kind-hearted friends, which is also suitable for your daughter."

"My child is a boy"

"I'm sorry. In the future, if you meet someone of your own, you say that someone will find you after your husband dies and tell you the code."

"I don't know the code"

"You know the code," Li Guangyuan repeated stubbornly, "you know the code, but I don't ask you to say it, it's an inconsequential trifle, a romantic trick." So, you say, the guy who connected with you with a code took you to this house and handed you a coded message, and you sent it to the intelligence center. So that you can be free from guilt. In some plays and movies about spies, there is supposedly time for consideration. But I don't give you time, I want you to answer right away: yes or no? ”

There was silence

Chang Kaishen glanced at Rove and said, "There is only one place where there is a mistake, he mistook the gender of the child and said that the baby is a girl." Other than that, flawless and superb"

"Agreed," replied the operator in a low voice, in a whispered voice, to be exact.

"I can't hear it," Li Guangyuan said.

"Agreed," the operator repeated, "Agreed, agreed, agreed."

"That's easy," Mr. Li said, "and don't be hysterical." When you agree to participate in the work against us, you know what you are going to do."

"But I have one condition," said the operator.

"Okay, you say, I'll listen"

"After my husband died and I was arrested, all contact with the organization was severed. If you can assure me that in the future I will never again fall into the hands of my past leaders, I will work for you."

At present, when the life of the telegraph operator was in danger, and the attack on Wu Sibao somehow failed to materialize, it was necessary for Li Guangyuan to get in touch with Yan'an. He hoped to get the names of one or two people who helped, and the addresses of several people, even if they were not directly or indirectly connected to Wu Sibao; But it's okay to have some kind of connection with the niece of the cousin of the sister of the chef's brother who married him

Li Guangyuan smiled slightly: he thought that this kind of kinship that could not be beaten by eight poles was quite interesting.

If you wait for the intelligence center to send a telegraph operator, it will take at least two weeks or so. And we can't sit back and wait for the moment, because depending on the situation, the problem will be solved in a few days, or at most a week.

Li Guangyuan was thinking: Why didn't Wu Sibao go to the appointment as scheduled? First, he may not have received the letter. The letter was intercepted by Zhan Guoqiang's men, although this is extremely unlikely. Li Guangyuan managed to send the letter together with other emails to Wu Sibao himself. It would be very risky for someone to steal the letter from it, because he had put it in after the staff of the Secret Section of the Guard's Secretariat had already checked the department's mail. Second, in analyzing the letter, Li Guangyuan noticed that he had committed major negligence in several places. His professional habits often benefited him by repeatedly examining his manners, his speech, and his letters, and he never complained about possible mistakes and mistakes, nor did he adopt an ostrich policy, but immediately looked for a way out of his predicament. The letter posed no threat to him personally: it was typed on a typewriter in the mailroom during the air strike. It's just that he thinks that for an important person like Wu Sibao, the letter expresses too much of the feelings of loyal ministers, and lacks facts and positive suggestions based on it. Significant accountability requirements for making decisions that are not actually oversighted. Talking to subordinates by a person like Wu Sibao, who holds a key position in the state, is only possible if he is told that the facts that no one knew about him in the past and are of promising significance from the perspective of the state. However, on the other hand, Li Guangyuan continued to think about the fact that for Wu Sibao, any bit of material that could make Zhan Guoqiang infamous and ruined was important (Li Guangyuan knew the cause of the intrigue between Zhan Guoqiang and Wu Sibao, but he couldn't find the answer that this open and secret struggle was going on and intensifying. Third, Li Guangyuan knew very well that Wu Sibao was just busy with work, so he couldn't go to the appointment as scheduled. Moreover, Li Guangyuan knew that Wu Sibao had only agreed to similar requests for meetings two or three times in the past. And the upper echelons of the party and the army require him to meet with at least twenty or thirty people every day.

"It is extremely naïve to do this," Li Guangyuan concluded, "and my actions are not only blind, but also not in accordance with his habits"

The alarm went off. Li Guangyuan looked at his watch: Ten o'clock in the evening. Today, after sunset, a blood-red sky is blue. This means that it will be very cold tonight.

"My roses will freeze to death," Li Guangyuan thought as he went upstairs, "It seems that I transplanted the flowers outdoors too early." But who would have thought that the cold would last so long?"

The bomb exploded nearby. Li Guangyuan walked out of the office, through the empty hallway, to the staircase that led to the basement. He stopped at the door of the direct telephone branch (the main direct telephone room was located underground). There was a key stuck in the door.

Li Guangyuan frowned, and calmly looked around: the corridor was empty, and everyone went to the basement. He pushed the door with his shoulder, but it didn't open. He opened the door with the key. Among all the telephones, there are two white ones that stand out, which are direct dial telephones to the Führer's basement and the offices of Wu Sibao, Ding Mocun, Mei Sipin, Li Shiqun, and others.

Li Guangyuan glanced towards the corridor, it was still empty, and there was no one. The glass was shaking, and the bomb exploded closer. In an instant, a thought crossed his mind: whether to lock the door or not. Then he walked over to the telephone and dialed a number.

"I'm Wu Sibao," he heard a deep and powerful voice on the phone.

"Did you receive my letter?" Li Guangyuan asked in a changed voice.

"Who are you?"

"You should receive a letter, addressed to you personally. It was written by a loyal party member."

"Yes. Hello. Where are you? Ah, got it. My car number is ......"

"I know," Li Guangyuan interrupted him, "who drives?" ”

"Does it matter?"

"Yes. One of your chauffeurs"

"I know," Wu Sibao interrupted.

They knew each other tacitly: Wu Sibao knew in his heart, Li Guangyuan knew that someone tapped his phone (which proved that the person talking to him knew the secrets of the top); And Li Guangyuan also came to the same conclusion, Wu Sibao understood what he didn't say (one of his drivers was a secret agent of No. 76), so Li Guangyuan felt that the conversation went well.

"Someone will be waiting for you at the place where we made an appointment. Tomorrow at the time you decide"

"Now," Li Guangyuan said, "in half an hour"

Half an hour later, near the Museum of Natural History, Li Guangyuan saw an armored car of the "Maibach" brand. When he was sure that no one was watching, he walked past the car. He saw Wu Sibao sitting in the back seat.

Li Guangyuan walked back again, opened the car door, and said, "Mr. Wu, thank you for trusting me."

Wu Sibao silently shook his hand.

"Let's drive," he told the driver, "to Wanze."

Then he closed the glass separating the back seat from the driver.

"Where did I see you?" He asked, looking at Li Guangyuan carefully, "I said, take off your disguise."

Li Guangyuan put his glasses on his knees and lifted his hat up.

"I'm sure I've seen you somewhere," Wu Sibao repeated.

"That's right," replied Li Guangyuan, "when you presented me with the Cross, you said that my face looked like a mathematics professor, not a spy."

"But now your face is exactly the face of a spy, not like the professor,"

Wu Sibao joked, "Okay, let's talk, what's the situation"

The telephone connecting Wu Sibao and the Security Bureau did not ring all night. Therefore, when an eavesdropped material was placed on Zhan Guoqiang's desk the next morning, he was furious at first, and when he calmed down, he was surprised. He summoned Ding Mocun and ordered him to find out, but be cautious about who was talking to Wu Sibao at the national headquarters in the government communications room last night.

For a whole day, Dingmo Village failed to obtain any definite materials. It wasn't until late in the evening that a copy of the fingerprint material left on the microphone by an unidentified person when he called Mr. Wu was delivered to his desk. To his surprise, according to the information, the same fingerprints had been found on No. 76 a few days earlier, which were found on the radio of a female spy.

Wu Sibao's driver was arrested on his way home from duty. He had received permission from Wu Sibao in the past not to act as an intelligence officer of the guards. He didn't say a word for three hours, "and kept asking for an interview with Wu Sibao." After some intimidation and coercion against him, he confessed that a stranger had been in their car at night. But the content of his conversation with Wu Sibao was not available to the driver because the conversation took place in the back seat separated by thick bulletproof glass. He described in words the appearance of the people in the car. He said the man wore a low-pressed hat that covered his forehead, a pair of wide-brimmed glasses, and a gray beard on his lips. I showed him more than 200 pictures. Among them is a photo of Li Guangyuan. But first of all, Li Guangyuan does not have a beard, and the beard can be glued on or taken off at any time according to the need, which is very convenient; Secondly, this is a photograph of him from five years ago, during the war, after five years people generally changed a lot, and sometimes became illegible.

After receiving the report of the investigation conducted in Dingmo Village, Zhan Guoqiang agreed with his suggestion to secretly collect the fingerprints of all the staff members of the unit.

At the same time, Ding Mocun also suggested getting rid of Wu Sibao's driver by creating the illusion that he had died by accident in a car crash on the street near his home.

Initially, Zhan Guoqiang intended to approve this seemingly necessary measure, but after a second thought, he changed his mind. He began to lose trust in everyone, including Dingmo Village.

"It's up to you," he said, "and maybe you should let him go at all?" He asked rhetorically, deftly coping with the other party, and he knew how Ding Mocun would answer.

"It can't be, so many questions were involved in interrogating him"

It was precisely this answer that the commander of the guard wanted to hear.

"I don't know," he frowned, "the driver is an honest man, and we don't punish honest people, you can figure it out yourself..."

Ding Mocun walked out of Zhan Guoqiang's office, his heart full of anger, because he knew that the commander of the guard was afraid of Wu Sibao and asked him to be a scapegoat to bear the blow.

"No," he decided, "in that case, I'll keep an eye on it too." Keep the driver alive. It's going to be my trump card."

Zhan Guoqiang invited Li Shiqun after talking to Ding Mocun.

Zhan Guoqiang realized that the battle with Wu Sibao had entered the final decisive stage. If Wu Sibao had obtained enough material to discredit him with the help of some of the Guard's yet-to-be-identified betrayers, he would have to deal a fatal blow with the facts he had this time.

In a political struggle, only a full grasp of intelligence and strength can equalize opportunities for both opposing sides. And nowhere else is there such a collection of materials as in the armored safe of the party's archives. Let Wu Sibao rely on people to carry out the struggle, and he, Zhan Guoqiang, will use archival materials, because archival materials are more reliable than people, and more powerful than people over time

"I need Wu Sibao's file," Zhan Guoqiang said, "Director Li, do you understand what I need?" ”

"I understand"

"It's harder than kidnapping a dignitary"

"I think so"

"But can this be done?"

"I don't know"

"Director Li, this answer is not satisfactory to me. In recent days, Wu Sibao has to evacuate the files, and your task is to find out, where to transport and by whom. Dingmo Village will help you not publicly, but by generally discussing the problem"

Li Guangyuan set off on a night train in order to "prepare a window to cross the border." Both he and Chang Kaishen thought that sending teachers to the border area openly would backfire and publicize the matter. And the whole operation was carried out behind the back of the No. 76 agent, and after the fact, according to Chang Kaishen's plan, it was Li Guangyuan who "exposed" the traitor.

With the permission of Kaishen, Li Guangyuan has been looking for some qualified "candidates" for the teacher to plot plots, and selected them from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Air Force Command, and in these two departments, Li Guangyuan has been looking for people who are desperately serving the Wang puppet regime. Li Guangyuan was particularly satisfied that all of them had been recruited by No. 76 to serve as spies.

"It's good," Chang praised, "and it's wonderful."

Li Guangyuan glanced at him with questioning eyes.

"I mean," Chang explained, "so that we can bring into disrepute all those who are looking for peaceful engagement in Japan behind our backs." You know, Japan treats No. 76 and our department very differently."

This night train was unlike any other train, and it was as comfortable as it was before the war: in the small compartments of the carriages, the real leather straps did not creak, the copper ashtrays shone dimly, and the conductors were delivering rich Longjing tea. In fact, only diplomats take the train on the Shanghai-Hangzhou-Ningbo line.

Li Guangyuan's single room is No. 74. In room 56 of the latter carriage was a pale-faced professor with a very awkward name. The two of them, along with another high-ranking officer who had returned to the front after recovering from his injuries, were the only passengers in the two carriages.

The officer came to Li Guangyuan's private room and asked, "Are you from the north?" ”

"Alas," Li Guangyuan sighed.

He can joke about it, and that's with the permission of the leadership. Anti-intercourse activities sometimes require the telling of malicious jokes. If the other party does not go to No. 76 to inform, you can consider further investigation of this person in the future. The question is that No. 76 has caused a debate: should the unseemly conversation be stopped on the spot, or should it be allowed to vent? Li Guangyuan believed that even a small harm to the country would bring great benefits to his motherland, so he did everything possible to support those who advocated sowing discord.

"Why sigh?" The officer asked with interest.

"Because they didn't send me a second cup of fragrant tea. Holders of foreign passports respond to their requests: as soon as they ask, they are sent to the real dragon well"

"That's right. I was given a second glass. I have flower carvings. Do you want to drink it? ”

"Thank you. I have that too. ”

"You may not have cured meat, though"

"I have"

"So, the food supply standard is the same as yours," the officer said, his eyes fixed on what Li Guangyuan had taken out of his purse, "What is your military rank?" ”

"I'm a diplomat. Counsellor of the Third Bureau of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs"

"You are so hateful," said the officer, sitting on the soft chair installed next to the small washbasin, "you are the culprit of everything"

"Why?"

"Because it is your foreign policy that you make, because it is you who create the situation of simultaneous combat. Dry"

"Cheers! Are you from Anhui? ”

"yes, how do you know?"

"Guessed from the word 'dry' you said. All northerners like to say just one 'dry' word"

The officer smiled, "Yes, that's right," he said, "listen to me, is it possible that I saw you in the War Department yesterday?" ”

At this time, Li Guangyuan's body muscles tensed: he had brought the teacher to the aviation department yesterday in order to "establish" contact with people close to him. When the entire plan of action is successful, No. 76 will be recruited to participate in this matter, and at that time, according to Chang Kaishen's request, the details of the "conspiracy" will be investigated. Therefore, the teacher must "leave a trace" in the Ministry of Aviation, the Air Force and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

"No," Li Guangyuan pondered as he poured wine into his glass, "there is no way this officer can see me: no one passes by when I sit in the car. Wu Sibao may not send a general to follow me, this is not like what he usually does, his approach is simpler than this"

"I haven't been there," he replied, "and I look strange, and everyone says they just saw me somewhere."

"Your appearance belongs to a certain model," the officer explained, "and you look like many people"

"Is this good or bad?"

"For a spy, it may be good, but for a diplomat, it is not necessarily good. Your faces should be remembered and unforgettable."

"And what about the military?"

"At present, soldiers must have a pair of strong and powerful scuds, in order to be able to escape in time"

"Aren't you afraid to say such a thing to someone you don't know?"

"But you don't know my name"

"It's a breeze to figure out the name because you have a memorable face"

"Really? Hell, I always thought my face was the most standard. Now it doesn't matter, when you write the materials to tell me, and when they find a second witness, the time will have long passed, and everything will be over. It will be others, not these people, who will put us in the dock. And first of all, to judge you, diplomat"

"You are the one who kills and sets fires, you are the one who destroys everything, and we are the ones who judge?"

"We are carrying out orders. It was the Armed Guards who burned. We fight"

"Why, you invented a special method; Can you fight a war without setting fire and without dying? ”

"War is necessary anyway. Certainly not this kind of stupid war, a war commanded by a layman.