April 12 night, Nanjing.

As usual, Cao Guangyuan turned off the lights in the office on the second floor, walked down the corridor of the black hole alone, and got into the car that had been waiting for him downstairs.

"Xiao Wang, go to Lane A 2 of Guangzhou Road."

Getting into the back of the car, Cao Guangyuan quietly leaned on the back of the seat and whispered to the driver.

The driver in the front seat gave an "um" and immediately started the car.

Lane A 2 is Mu Youan's residence, and almost every Wednesday, he will go to Mu You'an's side to spend the night, which is almost an open secret of the entire Political Security Office.

Cao Guangyuan is not afraid of anything, even if the news has spread to his wife's house in Guangzhou, even if his wife has called several times and said that he wants to come to Nanjing to accompany him, Cao Guangyuan still doesn't care.

The bright moonlight passed through the dense trees on the side of the road from time to time, splashing on Cao Guangyuan who was sitting in the car, Cao Guangyuan thought of his wife and family in Guangzhou for a while, and then thought of Mu You'an who was close at hand, the expression on his face became regretful for a while, and became gentle for a while, not at all like the usual solemn feeling.

Like all revolutionaries on the border of the Manchu and the Republic of China, Cao Guangyuan had a wife arranged by his parents—although he didn't like the traditional and conservative woman with small feet like most of his colleagues, Cao Guangyuan, unlike his colleagues, did not have the idea that revolution was a wife swap.

In his opinion, although he and his wife have no common language and life is not interesting, after all, she is filial to her parents, takes care of housework, and is also a mother of two children.

Besides, aren't they all the same?

Until, he met Mu You'an.

Five years ago, on that rainy night of "April 12", when the city of Guangzhou was full of blood, when a woman ran to the party headquarters in Nanjing, begging her to save the boatload of desperate Whampoa students, and was willing to pay any price for it, Cao Guangyuan actually agreed and did something that he probably never realized he would do.

That night, he used his connections to transport two boatloads of students to escape from Guangzhou on the Huangpu River, and it was also that night that he established a special relationship with this woman named Mu Youan.

He didn't ask for anything in return.....

But he was rewarded.

Since that incident, Cao Guangyuan, a middle-aged man who is nearly forty years old, seems to have suddenly regained his youth, he has been as energetic as he was when he was young, and he has become energetic, and he has become eloquent, and his career has finally improved.

While pondering, the driver in front coughed lightly, and a voice suddenly came from Cao Guangyuan's ear:

"Brother Cao, what are you thinking?"

"I didn't think about anything, work things."

Cao Guangyuan subconsciously replied, but he quickly realized the problem, his hand quickly stretched out to his waist, and then a pistol suddenly pressed against the back of the driver's head in front, Cao Guangyuan shouted and asked:

"Who are you? What did you do to Xiao Wang?! ”

"Brother Cao, don't be nervous, your driver is fine, but he may have to sleep a little longer," the driver turned his head sideways and glanced at Cao Guangyuan, smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for three years, did Brother Cao forget me?" ”

"Stop!"

Cao Guangyuan ordered.

The car stopped, and the driver turned around, looked at Cao Guangyuan and just smiled.

Cao Guangyuan's gun was now tightly pressed against the driver's head, and he carefully looked at the familiar and unfamiliar face in front of him, and after a long time, he shouted in surprise:

"Little Geng ?!!!"

"That's right," the young man's smile in front of him was familiar and warm, he stretched out a hand, gently pulled the barrel of the gun, and smiled:

"Brother Cao, don't come unharmed."

"Aren't you dead?" Cao Guangyuan couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

A person who has been dead for more than a year suddenly appeared in front of him in the middle of the night, even if Cao Guangyuan has been through the wind and waves for a long time, he can't accept the situation in front of him for a while.

"The days and nights of the Sea Dragon, the little brother often thinks about it when he dreams back at midnight. I often feel the care you have taken care of me in Nanjing," Geng Chaozhong's eyes contained deep feelings, "Brother Cao, you see it now, I am not dead." ”

Cao Guangyuan looked the guy in front of him up and down, until the Geng Chaozhong in his mind and the person in front of him completely overlapped, then he withdrew the pistol with a surprised face and asked in a low voice:

"What the hell is going on?"

"I got in the way of others in the party investigation office, and I had to create that illusion that the golden cicada came out of its shell." Geng Chaozhong replied simply.

"So, what are you looking for me now?"

Cao Guangyuan's eyes flickered, he hadn't seen him for three years, he didn't know what happened to the young man in front of him, but one thing was certain, the person who had become the head of the Party Investigation Department before he faked his death was definitely no longer the simple Xiao Geng before.

"It seems that time has created a gap between us, Brother Cao," Geng Chaozhong sighed, "I am now a member of the Secret Service of the Fuxing Society, and my surname is Fang. ”

"You've joined the Secret Service?" Cao Guangyuan's mouth opened wide again, but after a moment, he quickly realized something, "You are Fang Tu, the leader of the sixth group of the secret service?" ”

"Brother Cao is really amazing!" Geng Chaozhong stretched out his thumb and praised, "With just one surname, I immediately guessed my identity, and I deserve to be the number one person in the Political Security Department." ”

"Forget it," Cao Guangyuan replied angrily, but his face still retained a little cautious, "Wherever you go, you will not be unknown, the difference is only which identity you are famous in." ”

"The parents who gave birth to me, and Brother Cao, the one who knows me." Geng Chaozhong laughed.

"To get back to the point, you are now a member of the Secret Service, what is the matter with me, it won't be that you want to run out of the Secret Service again and come to work in my Political Security Office, right?" Cao Guangyuan said with a smile.

"I thought about it, but I'm afraid that before I can pass, the director of the Political Security Department will not be your brother Cao." Geng Chaozhong said helplessly.

"What do you mean?" Cao Guangyuan's face changed.

"To tell the truth, Mu Youan is a matter of the Communist Party, and the secret service already knows about it, and what makes people helpless is that I am now the person in charge of this case." Geng Chaozhong said.

As soon as the words fell, Cao Guangyuan's complexion changed again, and he stared at Geng Chaozhong for a long time before he spoke again: "Are you here to warn me?" ”

"That's right," Geng Chaozhong nodded, "I have been investigating this case since years ago, but I have been pushing it, but now I can't push it down, Boss Dai ordered me to get the evidence before May, otherwise it will ......"

Cao Guangyuan's face sank, what he was most worried about finally happened, but he still couldn't understand how this matter was exposed.

"Actually, the secret service has been eyeing you for at least three years, and the reason why you didn't do it is because of your identity, but even if you can't find evidence of your collusion this time, Mu Youan's side, they will not be polite." Geng Chaozhong's face gradually became serious.

At the mention of Mu Youan, Cao Guangyuan's face was even more gloomy as if it was about to drip water, and he lowered his head and pondered for a while before he raised his head and said:

"What do you want?"