It wasn't until the impassioned female voice gradually disappeared that Fang Tu turned off the radio and turned on the transmitter, but soon, he turned off the radio in disappointment.

Still no news.

Fang Tu didn't know what was going on in the Soviet area, but this kind of thing was obviously abnormal, and he had not been able to contact his superior, Nan Fei, since he was imprisoned a year ago - although he had many speculations in his heart, none of them could be declared (F0F warning).

In the end, Fang Tu could only stand up with regret on his face - there were no superiors, no subordinates, and no colleagues, and he had long been accustomed to this kind of lone wolf-like life.

It doesn't matter, do things, just do it from the heart.

After packing everything, Fang Tu quickly left the house, things can not be delayed any longer, it is now May 11th, there are still 4 days before the departure of cultural relics, and he must rush to Beiping as soon as possible.

........

Beiping, Sweet Water Hutong.

An old man with three willows and a long beard with a chin and a thin little eyes walked out of the alley with a long bamboo pole, and a banner was hung on the bamboo pole, which read: Pinch your fingers to tell fortunes, and the iron mouth is broken.

As soon as he walked out of the alley, he frowned, looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, and then at the ants on the ground, and said in his mouth:

"Oh, it's dark and dreary, I'm afraid it's going to rain!"

Obviously, this is a common fortune-telling old man in the capital, but it seems that his business will not be able to open today - as soon as the words fell, the raindrops of beans fell like soybeans that overturned the dustpan, and the old man's mouth and eyes were crooked, and he slipped into the locust tree at the entrance of the alley.

"Uncle, you are not shallow in this way! Say what you say, sprinkle beans into soldiers! ”

A voice came, and there was suddenly no rain on his head, and the fortune teller old man opened his eyes to see that a young man was holding out an oil-paper umbrella to cover himself, smiling and looking very funny.

"The young man has a good conscience," the fortune teller smiled too, "in that case, the old man will give you a face-to-face, hand in hand, and not a penny!" ”

The old man couldn't help but take the young man's hand, and began to chant in his mouth: "Today is the year of Guiyou, Ding Siyue, Gengchen Day, the 14th, it happens to be a Sunday, are you Gui Geng?" ”

"Ding Wei was born in the year, he is twenty-six years old this year, and his birthday is the 25th of the lunar month, and the hour is the hour," the young man looked at the old man with a smile, but he didn't refuse, "Uncle, how is my birthday?" ”

"Good! Good! Good! ”

As soon as the young man's voice fell, the fortune teller's eyes suddenly lit up, "It's rich and expensive, it's unspeakably expensive!" ”

After that, he lowered his head and looked at his palms carefully, looked at it for a while, frowned again, and said in a low voice:

"It's good, but when people reach middle age, they have the pain of being in a foreign land, but it doesn't hurt if they are prosperous."

"Hah! Thank you for your good words! The young man smiled, withdrew his hand, took out the five dimes from his arms, handed it over, and asked with a smile: "Uncle, is this a sweet water alley?" ”

"Yes," said the old man, who had taken the money, and said with a smile on his face:

"However, this capital is not as good as the outer road, are you looking for a big sweet well alley or a small sweet well alley?"

"What's the difference?" The young man was puzzled.

"That's a big difference!" The fortune teller waved his hand, "When Liu Bowen built Beijing City, the groundwater in Beijing City was bitter. The water that the emperor, Niangniang, and relatives of the emperor in the palace drank had to go to Yuquan Mountain to pull. Later, a well was dug here, and the water was sweet, and several princes built a palace nearby, which led to the current Wangfujing. However, later, someone dug a well in Xicheng, and it became a small sweet water alley, if you make a mistake, then you will go in vain! One is in the east city, and the other is in the west city, which is far from it! ”

The old man's mouth was foaming, and what he said was the head was the way, and the young man listened patiently, and then said with a smile:

"I'm looking for the sweet water alley in Wangfujing."

"That's right, this is here, which one are you looking for, I'll take you there?" The old fortune teller was very enthusiastic.

"Sixty-six Sweetwater Alley." The young man replied.

"Follow me."

The old man glanced at the young man, collected the bamboo pole, and walked inside, this alley is not long, and there are more than a dozen households when it is full, and the fortune teller led the young man to a courtyard with the twelfth number written on it, and stopped.

"This is it, let's go inside!" The old man pointed to the courtyard.

The young man nodded, pushed open the door and walked in.

A typical old Beiping courtyard house, four households are separated from the south, east and west, a row of firewood stacks are high in the middle, a hard worker wearing a short shirt and bare arms is chopping firewood with an axe, and a few people are squatting under the oilcloth shed to play chess.

Seeing someone come in, the laborer stopped what he was doing, looked at the young man a few times, and asked:

"Who are you looking for?"

"Friends at the head of the tiger." The young man laughed.

"Westinghouse!" The laborer looked at the young man again, then lowered his head and continued chopping wood.

The young man walked into the West House, and a bald man was holding a snuff box to look at, and when he saw the young man walking in, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the snuffbox was thrown on the kang with a snap, and he jumped in front of the young man at once, and shouted with a smile:

"Xiao Geng, it's you!"

"It's me," the young man's eyes also showed deep emotion, and he grabbed the bald man's shoulder, "Brother Tianmu, it's been a long time!" ”

The person who came was Geng Chaozhong, who was alias Fang Tu, and the bald man was Wang Tianmu, the head of the Beiping Station of the Fuxing Society, as early as before the 918 incident in 31, the two had fought side by side in the northeast, and Wang Tianmu was also one of the few people who knew the name Geng Chaozhong.

"Just come out!" Wang Tianmu also patted Geng Chaozhong's shoulder.

"The fortune teller at the door is very interesting." Geng Chaozhong pointed out the window.

"Ha, that's the outside line we are looking for, Rehe people, some time ago the Japanese entered Rehe and blew up his granddaughter's family." Wang Tianmu said.

"Oh." Geng Chaozhong's expression tightened, no wonder there was a sad look in the old man's eyes just now, it turned out that there was such a reason.

"The Japanese have infiltrated Rehe Pingjin very much, and even if they find an outside line now, they can't be careless," Wang Tianmu explained casually, helped Geng Chaozhong to sit down, and then asked in a low voice:

"What is the mission of sending you here this time?"

"The artifact thing." Geng Chaozhong also replied in a low voice.

"I guess so," Wang Tianmu nodded, "This batch of goods is very important, the Japanese have been staring at it for a long time, and the Japanese have suffered a small loss recently, so it is estimated that they will find some place to come back here." ”

"Zhang Jingyao's matter?" Geng Chaozhong asked with a smile.

"That's right," Wang Tianmu nodded, but he didn't want to talk more, "The cultural relics are now in the Forbidden City, and we originally sent a brigade to guard there, but now we claim that all of them have been transported to Nanjing, and the guards have also been withdrawn, and now those who stay in the Forbidden City are only the strength of a company." ”

"Why didn't you get it out sooner? I'm afraid it's not safe to put it in the Forbidden City, there are still a lot of old eunuchs living there, and now Pu Yi has built a country in the northeast, who knows what those guys who don't have birds think. Geng Chaozhong frowned.

"Who said it wasn't," Wang Tianmu's face was also very serious, "But this is not what I'm most worried about, what I'm worried about is that those treasures have already been dropped!" ”

"Bag drop?!"

Geng Chaozhong was shocked, and sent him to protect the treasure, but if the treasure was dropped, then he would still protect a fart, no matter how he protected it, it would be a death!