Ling Yunpeng drove to Boren Clinic, then walked into Ward 1, turned around and locked the door, walked to the bedside table, picked up the phone, and dialed Zhao Jinwen's phone: "See you at the old place at half past nine in the evening." “

"Okay." After Zhao Jinwen finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Ling Yunpeng took out the fixer from the desk, then closed the two thick curtains in the room, turned off the lights, and the whole room suddenly became a dark room where he couldn't see his fingers, Ling Yunpeng took out the film in the inner pocket of the suit and processed it.

After the film was processed, Ling Yunpeng took out the black suitcase from the closet, went downstairs, passed by Yang Jingcheng's backyard, hurriedly said hello to Yang Jingcheng and Lin Manyun and drove away.

"Hey, this Yun Peng always comes and goes without a trace, mysterious and mysterious. I didn't rest so late, and this injury was healed and I was busy again in a few days. Yang Jingcheng looked at Ling Yunpeng's figure and couldn't help but sigh.

"That's what he did, didn't he?" Lin Manyun smiled slightly.

Far away in the caves of Yan'an, the telecommunications department receiver suddenly received a telegram in clear code: 130.32 degrees east longitude, 47.33 degrees north latitude is rich in gold underground. I have reactivated the contact information of the dead mailbox, please cooperate. Homing pigeon.

When the receiver handed over the telegram to Ding Xuefeng, chief of the telecommunications section, he did not dare to delay for a moment, and hurriedly handed the telegram to Pan Rongzhi's political commissar.

"Lao Ding, you go back to the Telecommunications Department first, and I'll go to the chief." Pan Rongzhi hurriedly took the telegram to the cave of the third chief.

"Report." Pan Rongzhi shouted outside the door.

"Come in."

Pan Rongzhi walked into the cave, and the third leader was still drafting documents under the oil lamp at this time.

"Chief of the report, the Telecommunications Division has just received a telegram." Pan Rongzhi handed the original draft of the telegram to the No. 3 chief.

"Pigeons?" The third leader scanned the contents of the telegram, then looked at the final signature of the telegram, thought for a moment, and read it softly in his mouth.

"Chief, is this carrier pigeon the one who collected a lot of information for us back then?"

"It should be him."

"The carrier pigeon is a secret chess piece buried in the Kuomintang area, and there has been no contact for many years, and when the Shanghai underground party was destroyed, he lost contact, is he still alive?"

"He's a nine-headed bird, how can he be killed so easily, this kid's life is very big." Chief Three smiled.

The third chief stood up, compared it with the map, and marked the geographical coordinates: "In Hegang in the northeast? ”

"It should be there, I have heard some comrades from the Northeast talk about the gold mine in the Northeast, and some villagers have inadvertently mined some ores with high gold content." Pan Rongzhi recalled.

"In this way, the reliability of this information is still very high, and I will study it with other leaders."

Pan Rongzhi nodded again and again: "If this is true, it is great, we can also have our own gold mine." ”

"This carrier pigeon is not simple, can get such valuable information, he said in the telegram that he has restarted the contact method of the dead mailbox, so does the Shanghai underground party still retain the contact information with the carrier pigeon? You immediately contact the Shanghai underground party organization and ask them to immediately restore the dead mail box that was previously in contact with the carrier pigeon, and I guess the carrier pigeon must still have drawings that need to be passed through the dead mail box. ”

"Okay, I'll send a report to the Shanghai underground party organization immediately." Pan Rongzhi was just about to turn around and leave, when he suddenly thought of something, turned around and asked, "Then should we wake him up immediately?" Give him a task? ”

The third leader pondered for a moment: "Don't worry, let him continue to lurk." ”

"Chief, I'm worried that after a long time, he won't be able to come back?" Pan Rongzhi seems to be a little worried that some comrades in the Kuomintang region have indulged in a life of glittering wine and wine because of their long-term lurking, and have even been corrupted by money and beauties, forgetting their original oath and betraying their original beliefs.

"Isn't he a carrier pigeon? How can a carrier pigeon not find its way home? Don't worry, I believe in this carrier pigeon, otherwise he wouldn't have been so late and in such a hurry to send us a report in plain code. The No. 3 chief patted Pan Rongzhi on the shoulder: "There are still many comrades like carrier pigeons in the national control area, and I believe that they all have firm beliefs." ”

Pan Rongzhi nodded, and then rushed to the Telecommunications Division.

"Xiao Wang, immediately send a report to the nightingale: immediately restart the contact with the dead mailbox of the carrier pigeon, and keep the transportation channel open. Qingluan. ”

The radio waves traveled through the night sky, crossed thousands of rivers and mountains, and came to the bank of the Pujiang River, in the secret room of the general manager's office called Jin Shun Trading Company, at this time Boss Jin was putting down the headphones, picking up the encrypted telegram he had just received, and translating the message against a "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" codebook: Immediately restart the contact with the dead mailbox of the carrier pigeon, and keep the transportation channel open. Qingluan.

Jin Yixuan wiped a match, burned the message, put the paper ashes into the ashtray, and muttered to himself: "Carrier pigeon? Then he walked out of the secret room, walked to the large desk, and picked up the phone: "Thrush, immediately inform the hummingbird to restore contact with the carrier pigeon." ”

Jin Yixuan does not know the carrier pigeon, he learned from his predecessor Kang Junru that there is a comrade codenamed "carrier pigeon" on the secret front, and there was a lot of information that he directly transmitted to Kang Junru, but Kang Junru disappeared three years ago, some people say that he was assassinated, some people say that he went abroad, and some people say that he defected to the enemy, anyway, his predecessor has not been heard from in the past three years, so the carrier pigeon has also lost contact, Kang Junru told Jin Yixuan the contact information with the carrier pigeon before he disappeared. Jin Yixuan had arranged for the resumption of contact with the carrier pigeon, but it was unsuccessful, and over time, the contact with the carrier pigeon became dormant.

Unexpectedly, this time the carrier pigeon appeared again, and it was Yan'an who sent a telegram directly to restart contact with the carrier pigeon, which made Jin Yixuan's interest in this carrier pigeon increase.

Ling Yunpeng drove the car to a small road not far from the Xiamei Cafe, raised his hand and looked at the Rolex watch, it was not until nine o'clock. He got out of the car, turned a corner and arrived at Jing'an Temple Road, he wandered on the road, and saw a lot of policemen standing at the entrance of the Parker Hotel from a distance, in the afternoon he was here and Smith and his gang were experiencing a life-and-death battle, and then retreated, his face showed a hint of pride, Ling Yunpeng walked to the front of the Daguang Cinema, looked at the poster, the movie that was staged tonight was Vivien Leigh and Robert Taylor's "Soul Broken Blue Bridge".

Ling Yunpeng has already watched this movie twice, Vivien Leigh is a Hollywood female star that Ling Yunpeng admires, so he went to the box office to buy a movie ticket, and then went in to kill time.