Miao Guoming, who had worked all night last night, was dizzy due to lack of sleep, and did not say a little rough joke as usual when replying, saying: "I have never received a signal to suspect him. Besides, no one who does a job like ours can guarantee that he will not make mistakes or mistakes."

"That means you think I'm very wrong?"

Lu Dafang's tone of questioning was very stiff, and although Miao Guoming was exhausted, he still heard it.

"How so," he replied, "if there is a suspicion, it should be analyzed from all sides, otherwise what do you want my institution to do?" Don't you have any more facts? Miao Guoming asked.

At this time, Lu Dafang was smoking, and suddenly a piece of tobacco fell into his throat, he coughed nonstop, his face turned blue, and the purple-red green tendons on his neck were thick and big.

"What do I say to you," he replied, wiping tears from his eyes, "I have sent for several days to record the conversation between him and our men.

Those whom I absolutely trust openly talk about expressing pessimism and despair about the situation, and our soldiers are stupid and clumsy, openly saying: Director Li is suffering from a petty illness, Director Ding lives like a wooden man, and they also say that if the Japanese attack the United States, we will all suffer terrible doom. But Li Guangyuan always replied: 'Nonsense. Everything is going well and things are going very normally.

Loving the motherland and loving President Wang is by no means a lie to the comrades you work with with your eyes closed. I asked myself, 'Is he an idiot?' There are indeed a lot of fools among us who follow Director Li like crazy and talk nonsense. However, he was by no means that passerby. So why is he so hypocritical? Maybe he doesn't believe in anyone, maybe he's afraid of something, or maybe he wants to make a name for himself, so he has to pretend to be as pure and innocent as crystal. If that's the case, then what is he going to do? All the activities he may carry out should be to seek relations from outside Shanghai, in neutral areas. I've also asked myself, 'Will he come back from there?' If he comes back, will he collude with some opposition or some other bad guys? I can't give any definite answer, either yes or no. ”

Miao Guoming asked: "Do you read his project materials first, or will I take them directly?" ”

"You can take it directly" Lu Dafang played a trick, in fact, he had already studied all the materials, "I want to see the director"

Miao Guoming looked at Lu Dafang with suspicion.

Miao Guoming waited for a while, wanting to hear Lu Dafang talk about some new news brought from the basement, but Lu Dafang was silent, he opened the bottom drawer of his desk, took out a bottle of French "Napoleon" brand brandy from the Japanese, moved a tall glass wine glass to the front, and asked, "Have you drunk a lot?" ”

"I didn't drink at all"

"Why are your eyes red?"

"I didn't close my eyes last night, there are too many things going on in the public concession: our people there have followed a few underground working groups"

"Rueger would be a good helper. He was a brilliant and unobtrusive worker, albeit lacking some imagination. Please drink some brandy, it's a refreshing drink."

"On the contrary, I get drowsy as soon as I drink brandy. I like to drink strong tea"'

"You will never get sleepy after drinking my brandy," Lu Dafang smiled, raised his glass, and said, "Cheers"

He drank it all, and his Adam's apple rushed from the bottom to the top, like a drunkard drinking.

"He can really drink" Miao Guoming slowly drank the brandy in his arms, thinking to himself, "he will be pouring a second cup soon"

Lu Dafang lit the low-priced, most powerful "Fairy" brand cigarettes and asked, "Hey, don't you want another drink?" ”

"Thank you," Miao replied, "I'm so pleased."

Li Guangyuan put aside the piece of paper with the fat head and big ears of Li Shiqun, and moved the one with the side portrait of Ding Mocun in front of him. Ding Mocun had a lot of affairs with some female movie stars on Fenglin Road, where Huahui Film Studio is located, so people gave him the nickname "Oil-headed Gunner". In his project documents are a transcript of a conversation between Mrs. Zhan Guoqiang and Ding Mocun, when the propaganda minister was infatuated with a female film actress. Zhan Guoqiang said to his wife: "For the sake of a woman, he will hit his head and bleed." A person who is in charge of our ideological work has defiled himself by fooling around with some nasty women who came from dramatization."

Even Wang Wei himself has suggested that Mrs. Zhan Guoqiang and her husband divorce.

"I will support you," he said, "and I will never have any personal dealings with your husband until he learns to be a true Kuomintang, a man of noble character and who earnestly fulfills his sacred responsibilities to his family."

Now that's all a thing of the past. In January this year, Wang Wei drove to Zhan Guoqiang's house to congratulate him on his birthday. And bring a bouquet of flowers to Zhan Guoqiang's Japanese wife. He said: "I beg your pardon, I was late, but I ran all over Shanghai to buy this bouquet of flowers, and this is all to blame on the leading group of Shanghai, and our party member Comrade Zhan Guoqiang ordered the closure of all flower shops." Yes, you don't need flowers for a general battle."

Wang Wei stayed for forty minutes before leaving, and after he left, Zhan Guoqiang's wife said happily: "The head of state will not go to Zhou Huhai's house."

Shanghai was once a rubble, less than twenty kilometers from the largest city in the Far East, while Zhan Guoqiang's wife was celebrating her own victory, and her husband was standing beside her, his face pale with happiness in his heart: Mr. Wang had come to his house again today, after a six-year hiatus

Li Guangyuan drew a large circle on the paper, and then calmly drew some clear and straight thin lines on the circle. At this time, he was recalling something related to Zhan Guoqiang's diary. He knew that the commander of the guard was very interested in Zhan Guoqiang's diaries, and had tried his best to know the contents of these diaries. Li Haiyun had only seen a few pages of photocopies. But his memory is remarkable: at a glance, like a camera, he can remember everything almost mechanically and easily.

"Influenza is spreading in England," Mr. Zhan wrote in his diary, "and even the king is sick." It would be wonderful if such an epidemic could become a deadly disease in Britain, but it would also be too wonderful to become a reality.

"March 2, 1940. I will not be able to rest until all the Jews have rushed to Hongkou. After talking with Li Guangyuan on the 76th, I went to see Lu Ge. In the cellar of this Kuomintang member, thousands of bottles of aged flower carvings are stored. He was wearing a sleeveless silk tunic whose color caused a peculiarity in my body, but what could I do, what he was, let him be what he was."

Li Guangyuan remembered that Ding Mocun had said this word for word. This was in 1938. At that time, Zhan Guoqiang was in the suburbs to spend the summer, but he did not live with his family in a big house, but in a simple small house for "office use". The house sits on the shore of Lake Taihu, and the courtyard wall can be bypassed along the reeds, where the water is shallow and just below the ankle; The guard post is set up on the other side. Some of the actresses often come to him, and they all come in government cars, get out of the car and walk through a wooded area. Zhan Guoqiang thought that picking up a woman from a car to his home was too extravagant and unorthodox for a Kuomintang member. Each time, he personally accompanied them through the reeds, and then sent them away while the guards were asleep in the morning. Of course, Ding Mocun knew about these situations, and at that time he said: "What he is, I have to let him be what he is"

"Zhou Huhai once told me that we don't need northern Jiangsu." Zhan continued to write in his diary, "He also said: 'We have to consider the strength of the British and the Americans. Either way, we're always going to get rid of the North' he has sent his deputy in the Air Force there. He repeatedly asked me where the Bolsheviks got their troops and weapons. He was puzzled by how the British financial oligarchy could cooperate with the Bolsheviks, and he specifically referred to Churchill's congratulations on the twenty-fifth anniversary of the founding of the Soviet Red Army. He spoke brilliantly about anti-Bolshevik propaganda. He was impressed by my further plans in this area. Now he is indeed a little listless. He should be cheered up. Leadership can't work without him."

Ding Mocun said: "Although we did not suffer defeat in the Soviet area, we did not make any progress. These generals, no, a bunch of scum, explained that this was due to the harsh winter climate conditions in northern Jiangsu. This is a big lie! Is it a hero? Soon the Communist Party will broadcast a speech on the radio station in the Yan'an border area: But why are we lying to the people? Mr. Wang has not taken a break for three years. He lived an ordinary life, living in a high-security presidential palace without even a breath of fresh air. The three-year war period was far more terrible for him than the ordinary years of fifty years. But he didn't want to listen to me. He should be relieved of his authority to command the army. As in previous crises within the Party, Mr. Wang's close comrades-in-arms should rally around the Führer and ensure that the Führer survives."

If Japan were defeated, what would happen to us? Ding Mocun did not console himself with illusions on this issue, because the question of an American joining the war alone is enough for us to choke

"The war will end with our political bankruptcy," I agreed.

Then I made a suggestion to him: to form a defense committee headed by people who had helped President Wang in the revolution, and to replace the "three-member committee" with it. Ding Mocun was taken aback and hesitated, and finally agreed with my suggestion in principle. Zhou Huhai really wanted to defeat Mei Siping. Wu Sibao was originally my person. Ding Mocun decided to go to Shanghai immediately after the end of his trip to Nanjing and meet with us. Li Shiqun had a conversation with Mr. Wang before that. I'm going to talk about it too. We will decide on the appointment of personnel at a later stage.

March 9, 1940. Came to Nanjing to meet Li Shiqun. He said that Mr. Wang was in good health, but he was very annoyed with Zhou Huhai because of the repeated lack of progress in suppressing the Communist Party. Mr. Wang received me and spent the whole day with him, which was a great honor. I reported to him in detail about the enemy's situation, and while he listened attentively to me, he kept scolding Zhou Huhai. Mr. Wang talked about the army generals from Zhou Huhai. He said that none of them he could trust, and because of that, he personally commanded the army.

March 12, 1940. I ordered that when we failed, Japan's demand for war reparations should be published in our newspapers. This will come as a great shock to the people. He quarreled with Mei Sipin for two hours, because he demanded that the people of other countries in the concession be treated as every sovereign state, and that the party's propaganda should not be spread there. Thankfully, Zhan Guoqiang often appears in public again. To strengthen his prestige.

April 12, 1940. Fly to a meeting in Nanjing to discuss the leadership crisis. As soon as Lu Dafang and I arrived, I became ill. I brought in Professor Mok, and he discouraged me from attending the meeting. At the meeting, Li Guangyuan and Lu Dafang quarreled endlessly.

April 20, 1940. The parade celebrates Mr. Wang's 54th birthday. The Japanese envoy came to visit and gave a briefing on the Shanghai meeting. He didn't like the atmosphere of the venue. He did not believe that Dingmo Village could become a state leader, because the state of the army and intelligence had discredited him. My relationship with Zhan Guoqiang has reconciled, and Mr. Wang is pleased with this. He believes that the party's authoritative figures can put the interests of the motherland first and unite as one, which is beneficial to him and the party. Li Guangyuan came, he thought that Li Shiqun was tired, and Zhou Huhai was suffering from delusional disease. Mei Sipin, as Mr. Wang said, was influenced by reactionary elements, so in his speeches he always attacked the idea of suppressing the Communist Party in general

Li Guangyuan crumpled two pieces of paper with the portraits of Ding Mocun and Li Shiqun, lit them on the candle flame, and threw them into the stove. After a few fiddling with the iron fire hook, he returned to the table, lit a cigarette, and smoked.

"Li Shiqun is obviously provoking Dingmo Village. And what is written in the diary is for himself and future generations to see, it is so cunning. The results were all exposed. He's a hysteria, and he's not very clever at it. However, it is obvious that his love for Mr. Wang is once again reflected in this matter. He skillfully used the golden cicada's plan to get out of the shell, and he fell ill halfway and did not hold a meeting, and the purpose and theme of this meeting was exactly what he instructed Ding Mo Village. Will he take this opportunity to have a secret conversation with Zhou Huhai? ”

Li Guangyuan moved the other two pieces of paper with Zhou Huhai and Mei Sipin in front of him.

"I excluded Ding Mocun and Li Shiqun. It was clear that it was possible for Ding Mocun to negotiate, but now that he had fallen out of favor, he believed in no one, and he had little power in politics. And what about Li Shiqun? No, he would never negotiate. He's a faith maniac, and he's going to be stubborn to the end. That is to say, it is one of the two people, Zhou Huhai and Mei Sipin. Who is this bet on? Zhou Huhai? Obviously, there is no way for him to negotiate, because he knows that he has a bad reputation, and he is hated by thousands of people. Yes, bet on Mespin! ”

At this moment, a thin-faced, pale Ding Mocun left the secret service headquarters and was driving back to his mansion in Huxi. That morning, he went by car to several places to inspect and spend some time. He rushed directly to see Mr. Wang to report.

"The work was unorganized," he said, "and it was a mess." The eyes that went down were so dazed and dull. I've seen drunken Secret Service Captains with my own eyes. I feel like all the people down there are eating and waiting to die! ”

Mr. Wang listened to him with his eyes half-closed, and his right hand gently supported his trembling left hand.

"I think," Ding Momura repeated.

But Wang Wei didn't let him continue. He struggled to his feet, his eyes wide red, and twitched his nose with contempt.

"I forbid you to inspect the work in the future!" His voice was still sonorous, "I forbid you to spread panic and other negative emotions."

"It's not a panic, it's a fact," Ding Mocun argued in front of Mr. Wang for the first time in his life, and as soon as he said it, he immediately felt a chill in his limbs, "This is a fact, President Wang, and it is my duty to tell you this fact"

"You shut up Ding, you'd better take care of other things. Don't interfere with what people who need to have a cool head, foresight and strength to do. It's clear now that it's not something you can do. I forbid you to interfere with intelligence and spy work again, and never from now on."

Ding Mocun was overwhelmed and crushed, and his back seemed to feel Mr. Wang's lieutenants, these insignificant little people were snickering behind him.

When he returned to the Huxi Mansion, the officers of the headquarters were waiting for him, because when he left the presidential palace, he ordered his people to assemble for a meeting. But the meeting did not take place: his adjutant reported that the commander of the garrison wanted to see him.

"He would like to speak with you alone," said the adjutant meaningfully, for he thought that it was the only way to make his work seem mysterious to the eyes of the crowd.

Ding Mocun met with the garrison commander in his study. He was still smiling and calm as usual. He sat down on a circle chair, took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with leather for a long time, and then said straight to the point: "Mr. Wang has been a little bit of a mirror lately"

"So what to do?" Before Ding Mocun could truly comprehend how terrible the garrison commander's words were, he asked unconsciously.

"Nanjing already has the troops of our garrison headquarters," Commander Cai Hu continued calmly and slowly, "but, in the final analysis, the problem is not here. The problem is that Mr. Wang's situation is out of order, and now he is not capable of making any decisions. It is our duty to explain everything to you."

Ding Mocun glanced at the thick black folder on his lap, and he remembered that once in 1939 his wife was talking to a girlfriend on the phone and said, "You'd better come to us, and the phone said that there is danger, someone is tapping our phone" Ding Mocun remembers, when he tapped his finger on the table a few times, signaling his wife: "Don't say that, this is too irrational" Now he looked at the black folder and thought to himself, maybe there is a bug in it, and after two hours, the conversation will be released to other spies. That's going to be the end of it.

"He can say whatever he wants," thought Goering, "and the grandfather who sows discord will never be an upright man." He already knew about the humiliation and humiliation I suffered in Mr. Wang today. He's here to finish this game."

Cai Hu also understood what he was thinking. So he sighed and resolved to help the Shadow Demon Village solve the mystery. He said:

"I want you to stand up and speak."

Cai Hu knew in his heart how heavy this sentence was. A lot of words don't need to be too clear, and there needs to be a character to cover up.

Ding Mocun still replied unconsciously, "It's impossible," he paused for a moment, then lowered his voice and added, "It's impossible." The president and the prime minister should be one person"

Cai Hu smiled slightly, was silent for a moment, and suddenly stood up like stepping on a spring, and quietly left the study in Dingmo Village.

Li Guangyuan came out of the office and went downstairs to the garage. The alarm was still sounding, but now in Qingpu District, at least that's how he felt. Li Guangyuan opened the garage door, got into the car, sat down in front of the driving wheel, pressed the electric door and ignited, and the engine of the car snorted and sounded, the sound was steady and powerful.

"Let's go, my little car," he thought, turning on the radio. Light music is being broadcast. It has become a common practice: whenever there is a fierce battle on the front line, or when enemy planes are bombarded, the radio broadcasts a light-hearted, humorous and amusing program: "All right, let's go, my little car." Let's go, let's not run into bombs. Stationary targets are the most vulnerable to being shot. If we travel at a speed of seventy kilometers per hour, then the probability of being shot decreases to one in seventy"

Two of his radio operators live in a warehouse on the banks of the Suzhou Creek. By this time they were all asleep. Recently, I went to bed early because one of them was about to go into labor.

"You're so beautiful," Mr. Li said, "and you're one of the few women who become obsessed during pregnancy."

"Pregnancy can make any woman beautiful," replied the operator, "but you don't have a chance to notice it."

"There is no chance," Li Guangyuan smiled bitterly, "You are very right about this."

"Would you like to make you a cup of strong tea?" The operator asked.

"Where's the tea? I forgot to bring some tea with me, hell. ”

"I've already bought it." The operator replied.

Li Guangyuan stroked her cheek and asked, "Can you play some music for us?" ”

The operator sat down at the piano and flipped through a few sheet music, finally opening Bach's score. Li Guangyuan retreated to the window and asked another radio operator softly:

"Have you checked, didn't they have anything in your vent?"

"I checked and nothing. What's wrong? What new tricks have you brothers from Security 76 invented? ”