He also thinks carefully about the details, because people in his profession often fail at small things. On two occasions, it was because of careful consideration of the details that he was spared failure.

Li Guangyuan unconsciously looked at the mirror again, and he whistled in surprise: the "Vendler" sedan that was walking behind his car on the street was still following him reluctantly. Li Guangyuan stepped on the accelerator suddenly, and the car rushed forward. Li Guangyuan drove to the 16-shop pier on the Bund, then turned to the southern city area, passed a cemetery, turned around and drove the car to the old street, and then he looked back again: the "tail" had been thrown off. To test whether this was the case, Li Guangyuan turned back and drove past the door of one of his favorite small restaurants, and then stopped the car, he still had plenty of time

"If they catch up and follow," he thought to himself, "then something has happened." But what will happen? Now let's sit down, order a bowl of noodles, and think about what will happen."

He loved the small old hotel. The name of the hotel is "Lao Zhengxing", because when the owner greets customers, regardless of your official rank or social status, he uses words similar to the following: "Boss, how many bowls of noodles do you have?"

Later, Li Guangyuan slowly realized that the words used by the rough guy to the most respected customers were even more unbearable, and probably this was also a kind of respect, a kind of respect that was reversed.

The old guy in the shop lazily entertained Li Guangyuan and said, "Go, drink some rice wine, wooden man"

Li Guangyuan shook his hand, stuffed him with two oceans, and sat down at a small oak table on the side of the column. The columns are full of drunkards' rude, presumptuous, and unbearable curses. Some entrepreneurs' half-wives are particularly fond of these words.

"What could happen?" Li Guangyuan slowly drank the brandy and continued to think, "I didn't wait for anyone to connect with me, so there will be no danger of collapse caused by this aspect." Is it some old thing? They haven't even had time to deal with new things, and the number of sabotage incidents is increasing, and the scale of sabotage is unprecedented. Operator? Stop for a moment. What if they found a radio station? ”

Li Guangyuan took out his cigarette, but because he wanted to take a few puffs so badly, he simply stopped smoking it.

He wanted to go to the rubble of the two operators' houses at once.

"I made a great mistake," he said now, "and I should have searched all the hospitals myself, in case they were only wounded?" I shouldn't trust phone calls. After I talked about this matter with Chang Kaishen, I will do it immediately. Chang Kaishen should have come to see me, because people like them don't put up a fight anymore when they feel pressured. When things are good, they always make people feel intimidated and afraid to approach, and when they feel that the end is coming, they become less emboldened and pretend to be approachable and amiable. Now, I should put everything else, including the operator's business, aside for a while. First of all, we must reach an agreement with Chang Kaishen, the executioner."

He walked out of the tavern and drove slowly towards the place where the crippled soldiers were concentrated. It wasn't long before Chang Kaishen would have arrived at the door of the "New Gate" Hotel on that street.

The car was driving slowly, and from time to time he looked in the mirror: the black "Vendler" did not follow.

"Most likely, this is before sending Hongkou to the operation, Zhan Guoqiang wants to test me?" "That makes sense," he thought to himself. Maybe my nerves are a little weak? ”

He looked at the mirror again, there was no one following, the street was empty. There were a few children on the sidewalk, taking advantage of the temporary calm of the street, chasing each other, and from time to time let out loud laughter. Clinging to the dilapidated walls of several houses, people lined up in long lines, apparently waiting to buy meat.

Li Guangyuan got out of the car not far from the "fraternity" hospital, walked through the hospital's large garden, and walked towards the museum. It's quiet and the streets are empty. He deliberately chose this place because everything around him could be seen clearly and knew like the palm of his hand.

"However, they may have arranged their own people in the hotel. If Chang Kaishen and Zhan Guoqiang had been ventilated, they would definitely do so. If they hadn't said hello, his people would have been here, near the gates, on that side of the street, dressed as scientific workers, certainly certainly so"

Li Guangyuan was wearing civilian clothes today, and he was wearing a pair of smoke-colored glasses with large corner frames, and his beret was pulled low to his forehead, so it was difficult to recognize him from a distance. In the hall at the entrance of the museum there is a large piece of malachite from the Urals, as well as a Brazilian amethyst. Li Guangyuan always had to stand in front of the amethyst for a long time, but he was admiring the great jewel of the Urals.

Then he walked through a hall where the glass had been shaken off, and the hall was displaying strangely shaped models of dinosaurs. From the hall he could see the square in front of the museum and the hotel. Nothing extraordinary, everything was peaceful, calm, even a little too peaceful. Li Guangyuan is alone in this museum, which is very unfavorable to him at the moment.

He stopped in front of an intriguing exhibit. The exhibits are the thirteen stages of the development of the skull. The skull of number 8 is that of a baboon, number 9 is that of a gibbon, number 10 is that of an orangutan, number 11 is that of a gorilla, number 12 is that of a chimpanzee, and number 13 is of a human.

"Why is number 13 human? Everything is against people, even numbers," he chuckled to himself, "even if it's 12 or 14." But, no more, no less, it's 13, and it's really full of monkeys," he paused in front of the gorilla's specimen and continued to think, "why are monkeys so cared for?" ”

The exhibit description card reads: "Bobby the gorilla was transported to Shanghai on March 29, 1928, when he was only three years old. He died on August 1, 1935. Height 1.72 meters and weight 236 kg"

"I really can't see that it's so heavy, it doesn't look like it's too fat," Li Guangyuan felt like this specimen in his heart, and he had seen it more than once.

"I'm taller than him, but I weigh only 72 kilograms"

He took a few steps back, as if to see the gorilla from a distance, when in fact he was standing next to a large window that looked out across the street to the entire sidewalk. Li Guangyuan looked at his watch, and there were only ten minutes left before the meeting time.

According to the situation that Li Guangyuan fabricated to cover up the enemy's ears, it was at this moment that the spy Lao Wang should have come to meet with him. Today, Li Guangyuan sent him a secret telegram through the secretariat, and everyone knows that he always meets with secret agents in some museums. He pretended to summon Lao Wang for two purposes: First, if Chang Kaishen told Zhan Guoqiang the contents of the letter, Zhan Guoqiang would definitely order a search of the entire district and all the buildings near the "Xinmen" hotel. In doing so, he had a basis for the golden cicada to come out of its shell, which was the primary purpose, and secondly, it would be possible to prove, albeit indirectly, that he had nothing to do with Rickocs's disappearance.

When Li Guangyuan walked into the next exhibition hall, the street was still empty. He stopped in front of a rare exhibit. This is a section of tree trunk found in the tomb of the Qing Dynasty, strangely two antlers and a broken deer skull were exposed from the wood, it seems that a strong male deer in the horns of the horns just deflected, did not hit its rival, but the horns of the chair into the body of the tree

Suddenly, Li Guangyuan heard the voices of many people talking and chaotic footsteps, "Come to search," and his mind flashed. But after a while he heard the voices of the children, and when he turned to look, he saw a female teacher, wearing a pair of well-polished old men's leather shoes with crooked heels, and bringing a schoolgirl, who was probably a sixth grade, to give a botanical class. The children watched the exhibits in fascination, and the hall was silent, so their occasional few short whispers were alarming.

Li Guangyuan looked at these children. Their eyes have lost the cute playful look of the children. They were as old as adults, listening intently to the explanations of the female teachers.

"This nation is really full of disasters and difficulties," Li Guangyuan thought, "how can an absurd and boxless idea make children go to such a terrible point as not having enough to eat and declining before they grow old?" And the most terrible thing is: why can they instill in their children blind faith, so that they think that the highest purpose of life is to die for the ideals of this decaying country? ”

At 1:05 a.m., he walked out of the museum's Taiping Gate. There is still no one near the hotel. He walked a little along the back street towards Suzhou Creek, made a circle, and then got into the car and went back to the guard guard. On the way back, he didn't notice anyone being followed.

"Something is wrong," he said to himself, "what a strange thing." If Chang Kaishen waits for me here, I will never fail to see him."

It turned out that Chang Kaishen couldn't get out of the basement, because Wang Wei was talking, and there were a lot of people in the hall, so he was standing a little to the left behind him. He could not leave when Wang had not spoken: it would be too arrogant to do so.

He was tempted to go and meet the man who had written to him, but he did not come out of the basement until three o'clock.

"How can I find him?" Chang Kaishen thought, "When I meet him, I don't take any risks, and if I don't meet, it will be dangerous"

Top secret material, print a copy.

The "Holikh" car, with the number BKP821, was released from surveillance in the Veterans Street area. It seems that the driver has spotted the car being monitored.

Following your instructions, we didn't chase him, albeit with more power than the engine, and we could catch up with him. We informed Station H2 of the whereabouts of BKP821 "Horikh" and then returned to base.

B192 reports to superiors.

Top secret material, print a copy.

After receiving the task of continuing to monitor the "Horikh" car with the number BKP821, my people found out that the owner of the car walked into the natural history museum at 12:27. Because I knew that the subject was specially trained, I decided not to use one or two "visitors" to "lead" him around the museum.

I assigned Agent Ma Lilan to take her middle school students to the museum exhibition halls. According to the surveillance information written by Ma Lilan, it is certain that the subject of surveillance has not been in contact with anyone. Attached is a floor plan drawn by Maryland, indicating which exhibits the subject of surveillance has been delayed the longest. The surveillance subject exited the museum at 13:05 through the Taiping Gate, which is normally used by the staff.

Ding Mocun put the two reports into a folder and picked up the telephone microphone.

"I am Dingmocun," he replied, "who are you?" ”

"Comrade Wu 'comrade' greets 'comrade' Ding," the head of the Political Reconnaissance Division joked, "maybe you think it's more appropriate to use the title 'sir'?" ”

"I think the most appropriate title is 'Chang Kaishen'." The head of the secret service said, "It's clear and modest, and it's flavorful." Old friend, just tell me if you have anything."

Wu Sibao covered the microphone with his palm and looked at Li Guangyuan.

Li Guangyuan said: "Okay, let's get straight to the point." Otherwise, he will play tricks and slip away, and he will be like a fox."

"Old friend," Wu Sibao said, "Li Guangyuan came to me, you probably remember him, right?" That's even better. He was a little unsettled: someone was watching him, perhaps some gangster, who knew that he lived alone in the woods; Maybe it's your people spying on him. Can you find out about this? ”

"What brand is his car?"

"What's the brand of your car?" Wu Sibao covered the microphone again and asked.

"'Horich' card"

"Don't cover the microphone," Ding Mocun said, "let Li Guangyuan say it himself."

"What's the matter with you, clairvoyant?" Wu Sibao asked.

Li Guangyuan took the microphone and said, "Hello, Director Ding"

"Hello wow, friend," replied Ding Mocun, "is your car license plate BKP821?" ”

"That's the car number, Senior Captain"

"Where are they keeping up with you? Is it a cross street on the four-horse road? ”

"It's not. It is at the junction of Guangdong Road and Fuzhou Road. ”

"Did you dump them in Lao Cai?"

"Exactly"

Ding Mocun laughed and said, "I'm going to screw their heads off, what kind of work is this, Li Guangyuan, don't worry, it's not a gangster who is following you." You can live in peace in the woods. That's our people. They were spying on a Japanese 'Horikh'. The car is very similar to yours, and now you do whatever you have to do as you used to, but if my men confuse you with Japan again, and report to me that you frequently go to 'those glamorous places' on the side of the road, then I will not cover you anymore."

On both sides of the road, there are half-closed door-type places, and soldiers and Kuomintang members are not allowed to go.

"But what if I have to go there because of my job?" Li Guangyuan asked.

"That's the same," Chang Kaishen sneered, "If you are willing to designate some vulgar and filthy places to meet your own people, it is best to go to the French Concession"