I was led out of the house in the dark and got into the car.

The car started, but Fang Chunlei at this moment didn't remember anything.

The way back may be different from the way you came.

If he continues to memorize, it will not deepen his existing memory, but will only increase the content of his memory.

Four thousand two hundred and fifteen breaths.

This time, for him, is difficult enough. If you continue to memorize, it can only backfire.

"Get out of the car." When he was pushed out of the car, he reached out to untie the black cloth in front of him, and found that he was back at the south gate.

He was taken into the car from the south gate before.

Sitting down on the side of the road, the memories in my mind have begun to be confused.

Keep your head between your knees, plug your ears, and race against the clock to tidy up.

Every detail, every point in time......

He tried to remember, but four thousand two hundred and fifteen breaths, which was an astronomical number.

Never once would he have thought that this time was long, that it was out of reach.

The later I recall, the more blurred the memory becomes, the span becomes longer, and the difficulty increases.

A figure came over and stood beside him, without bothering him, silently waiting.

After sorting out his memories, Fang Chunlei raised his head and looked at the people around him.

"Section Chief." He said.

"Here, don't call me section chief, call me Lao Lu." Xiao Lu reminded him.

After finishing speaking, Xiao Lu couldn't help but ask, "How is it?" Can I get it back? ”

Get it back? Naturally, it is to find the place where Boss Li is.

Fang Chunlei was taken blindfolded, brought back blindfolded, but now he wants to find it back.

If others hear it, it will only be regarded as a fantasy and wishful thinking.

"It's a lot more difficult than I said before." Fang Chunlei's words carried a hint of helplessness.

Xiao Lu's heart sank slightly, the situation he had learned before, said that it would take a maximum of two quarters of an hour to send a letter, but today is more than half an hour, can this kid still remember it completely?

"Maybe today you are the one who took you back with a fresh face, be careful, and deliberately detour." Xiao Lu analyzed.

"Boss Li is very cautious and keeps trying, fortunately we have enough homework, otherwise we really can't deal with it." Thinking of Boss Li's successive temptations, Fang Chunlei now has a little palpitations.

"Who is the other party?" Although the task was arranged by Xiao Lu, it was also Fang Chunlei who he selected through the assessment, but he didn't know the identity of Boss Li.

"It's not like Lao Jiang's people." Xi'an City is no longer the territory of the Northeast Army, and after Xi'an's "military advice", the Northeast Army has no leader and falls apart in the blink of an eye.

The obedient were left behind, the disobedient were transferred, and today's Xi'an City is the territory of the old opponent. It's just that today's Boss Li, through Fang Chunlei's observation, should not be the national army.

It is precisely because of this that they cannot search with great fanfare, let alone arrest the driver and interrogate the exact location of Boss Li.

That's why they had to use a method that seemed impossible to succeed at all.

"Yes, if it were them, they wouldn't have to be so cautious." Xiao Lu agrees with this inference.

Fang Chunlei continued: "If they are looking for bandits to cooperate, then they must not be bandits, so ...... Only it could be Japanese. ”

Does Boss Li have the shadow of a Japanese?

No.

No matter how you look, how you dress, or how you speak, there is not the slightest hint of a Japanese person.

Now, Fang Chunlei thinks that this is the most likely.

Hearing that it was the Japanese, Xiao Lu's eyes froze, as the head of the reconnaissance section of the Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningbo Border Region Security Department, he was responsible for investigating this matter, and if he could not stop the enemy's action, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"The task must be completed." Xiao Lu said to him word by word.

As for Fang Chunlei, he is not a bandit at all, but a soldier who has participated in the Long March and is now a soldier of the fourth regiment and three battalions of the Shaanxi-Gansu-Ning Left-behind Corps.

"Give me the car." Fang Chunlei took a deep breath and said, he understood the importance of this matter.

After the Lugou Bridge Incident, the ambitions of the Japanese wolf sons, everyone knows, what kind intentions can they have when they appear here?

"You're ready, come with me." Xiao Lu didn't talk nonsense and took him over.

The comrades who were driving were also ready to take their places, Fang Chunlei got into the car, and Xiao Lu sat beside him.

"From where I was taken in the car, start." The black cloth that had just been untied was tied up again.

Xiao Lu nodded to the driver in front of him and motioned to do as he said.

"The speed is not right."

"Before one hundred and twenty-five breaths, the speed was very slow."

"Rewind and start over."

No one in the car spoke, only Fang Chunlei's voice came and went, and he had to keep his breathing steady and calculate the number of breaths.

"Speed up."

"It's too fast, slowly pick it up."

"Three hundred and sixty-five breaths, turn left."

"Five hundred and sixty-four breaths......

"Stop!"

"When you retreat to the left, do it again, a little faster." Fang Chunlei frowned.

The car moved again, and he kept silent, feeling everything he could feel now, comparing it with the memories in his mind.

The slight sound of selling newspapers gradually became clear in my ears, and a pedestrian outside the car shouted: "Get a newspaper, I heard that the Japanese have hit the soup." ”

That's right, seven hundred and fifty-four breaths, buy the newspaper.

"Go on." Fang Chunlei didn't dare to relax in the slightest now, four thousand two hundred and fifteen breaths, but now it was only seven hundred and fifty-four breaths.

Xiao Lu was also very nervous, his eyes looked at Fang Chunlei without blinking, and his heart rose to his throat.

The car went back and forth, back and forth, over and over again.

It seems to be slow, but it keeps moving forward, and it seems to be getting closer and closer to the destination.

It's just that now, the atmosphere in the car is not only not relaxed, but unusually depressing.

Because the car has been going back and forth, passing by the door of the Yi Vulgar Society several times, going around and around, it will come back.

"What's going on?" Xiao Lu waited until now before he asked, just because he was afraid of affecting Fang Chunlei.

"When I was one thousand five hundred and sixty-five breaths, I heard the Qin dialect."

"Two thousand two hundred and ninety-six breaths, I heard the Qin dialect again."

"Two thousand eight hundred and one breaths, it's still Qin's voice."

Hearing Fang Chunlei's words, Xiao Lu said: "We are now at the gate of the Yi Vulgar Society, and we have passed by seven or eight times. ”

The Yi Folk Society, the Qin Dialect Society in Xi'an City, is still performing.

Fang Chunlei heard the Qin dialect three times, it was the enemy's trick to make a detour, but now it has been passed seven or eight times, which is obviously wrong.

The brain is very messy, a piece of mush, and the previous memory is very clear, but when it comes to two or three thousand breaths, the memory begins to be confused.

Coupled with the enemy's constant detours, the memory is skewed.

"The enemy took a detour and went around me." Fang Chunlei untied the black cloth that covered his eyes and said helplessly.

In his heart, he has been detouring, as if it has become a dead knot.

The plaque of the Yi Vulgar Society in front of him caught his eye, and the performance of the Qin dialect came into his ears, but the current Qin dialect made him have no time to appreciate it, and he only felt that his brain was buzzing.

"Find a quiet place." Xiao Lu could see that it was difficult for Fang Chunlei to continue in his current state.

The car drove to a quiet place, and Xiao Lu asked the comrade who was driving to get out of the car.

"You have to get it back, you know?" Xiao Lu's words, Fang Chunlei did not think that he was embarrassing himself, but felt that the importance of the matter was far beyond his imagination.