Just as Xiao Mubai was thinking, a group of people gathered around in another dwelling, and they were also discussing something.

The middle-aged man at the head was another customer in the barbershop.

The middle-aged man's name is Uncle Li, and he is a liaison officer of the special branch of the Communist Party of China in Shanghai.

Today, there would have been a very important piece of information that had been delivered, but something went wrong, and the messenger was arrested by No. 76, and even the information was not returned.

"Today's incident is very strange, and we don't know how Xiao Wu was exposed. Now the information can't be found, and Xiao Wu has also been arrested, and the situation is very complicated. ”

Uncle Li pondered, the candles on the table flickered, as if the flames were about to be extinguished, and the surroundings were shrouded in darkness.

"I searched all the places, I couldn't find the paper ball that was delivered, I eliminated all the impossibilities, and the rest is the real answer."

Uncle Li seemed to be talking to himself, saying all kinds of inferences in his heart, and the people next to him buried their heads in thinking and digesting the information in the words.

"By the way, that young man is from Hong Kong, his name is Ding Yi, he can speak Wu, Cantonese, and Japanese, so it is necessary to investigate."

Uncle Li described Xiao Mubai's characteristics, appearance, temperament, voice, clothing style, height, shape, etc., as much as possible, and then asked others to investigate.

"This information was sent by Comrade Black Fox at the risk of death, and the stakes are very important, and there must be no mistakes." Uncle Li said solemnly.

"Moreover, I feel that Ding Yi is not an ordinary person, maybe he is very likely to be a military commander."

"So, I have to go to him myself."

Uncle Li looked firm and finally said.

The night was getting deeper.

On this day, from the morning, the sky was gray and it looked like it was going to rain.

When Xiao Mubai got up in the morning, he took an umbrella and prepared to go out.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the sky to rain.

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River was steaming, and the whole air seemed very humid, and the vision became blurred, as if it had been separated by a layer of fog.

At that moment, Xiao Mubai was just about to go out, and Mr. Li, the landlord, was swaying on the recliner, humming Kunqu Opera.

Walking past Mr. Li, Xiao Mubai smiled at him, as if he had said hello.

Mr. Li has rheumatism, and his joints hurt badly at this time, so he didn't get up and bowed his head slightly.

He, an old artist, a storyteller in a robe.

Leaving here, Xiao Mubai came to a steamed bun shop and bought a few Yangzhou steamed buns to eat.

Shanghai has been open for a long time and has a large population, and the most people are people in the Yangtze River Delta, and Yangzhou buns are very popular.

Xiao Mubai also likes to eat.

After eating a few steamed buns and drinking the soup, Xiao Mubai wiped his mouth, and this breakfast was finished.

As soon as he came out of the stronghold, Xiao Mubai's whole person changed, and he was performing all the time, acting more like a Republican and a middle class.

Xiao Mubai's identity is a middle-class manager, which requires him to maintain that matching temperament at all times.

At this point, Xiao Mubai is learning.

Coming out of the steamed bun shop, the rain was already falling.

Xiao Mubai picked up the umbrella, stared at the distance, and then walked into the rain without looking back.

Xiao Mubai was going to meet with his subordinates today, and the place was in a bookstore, near Fudan University.

Xiao Mubai walked in the rain with an umbrella, not fast, like most pedestrians, and did not attract attention.

Raindrops fall on the floor, and a flower blooms in an instant, then pools into the stagnant water.

Xiao Mubai's trouser legs were slowly wet.

Unconsciously, Xiao Mubai arrived at the bookstore.

Standing an umbrella outside the door, Xiao Mubai walked into the bookstore.

There weren't many people in the bookstore at this time, only three or two people were reading, and they should be students in the neighborhood.

The guy in the bookstore smiled at Xiao Mubai, afraid of affecting the people around him who were reading, so he didn't speak out loud.

Xiao Mubai would do the same, smiling at him.

Xiao Mubai picked up a book casually, didn't pay attention to the name of the book, and flipped through it so casually.

Xiao Mubai was waiting for someone, who was a sleeper agent of the intelligence group.

He will bring information on when the gold will arrive in Shanghai.

As time passed, Xiao Mubai became more and more anxious, and the people who were waiting did not appear on time, which was not good news.

There can be no delay for a minute or a second, delay means change, change means exposure.

Xiao Mubai's heart sank to the bottom.

Can't wait any longer, more than a minute, Xiao Mubai decisively evacuated.

Grab the book and go to the counter to check out.

Xiao Mubai walked out of the bookstore, holding an umbrella in one hand and walking in the rain.

When I walked across a section of the bridge, there were a lot of people around, pointing and discussing something.

Xiao Mubai stopped, tilted his head, and saw a person lying there.

To be precise, it should be a dead man.

The man had been shot in the chest and abdomen, the corners of his mouth were covered with blood, his eyes were closed, he was dead, but he had just died.

There were blood stains all the way, which means that he ran after being shot, and finally died of excessive blood loss due to physical exhaustion.

The blood flowed in the stagnant water, and the stagnant water was stained red with blood, and a faint smell of blood emanated.

Xiao Mubai couldn't help frowning.

If it was someone else, Xiao Mubai would only look at him once, and then leave like no one.

But seeing this person, Xiao Mubai's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart pounded rapidly.

This person Xiao Mubai knew, but he didn't know Xiao Mubai. To be precise, Xiao Mubai just glanced at him.

This person is the person of Xiao Mubai's joint.

How he was exposed, and whether others were affected.

Xiao Mubai's heart was beating wildly, and his eyes were looking around, paying attention to the situation around him.

At this time, the nearby patrol officer arrived, and a police bell rang, and a patrol officer in a black police uniform came over.

One last glance at him, Xiao Mubai left.

Even if he knew that he was a team member, Xiao Mubai couldn't collect his body, so he could only watch it from a distance, and then walk away like a stranger.

He died, and his name would not be released until the war was won.

At that time, his existence was only a few words on the file and a name on the tombstone.

After Xiao Mubai left, a person walked out of the crowd, glanced at Xiao Mubai, and then followed from a distance.

Walking on the road, Xiao Mubai thought hard.

The death of the connector made Xiao Mubai realize the complexity of the situation in Shanghai.

No. 76 searched all over Shanghai after the club incident, and this person who had just died was not the first person whose military command was exposed.

Xiao Mubai walked in front, and when he turned the intersection, he caught a glimpse of a person in the corner of his eyes.

The man was a middle-aged man, wearing a long shirt and walking in the rain with an umbrella.

The person was a little familiar, Xiao Mubai remembered his face for a while, and then searched in the memory bank, and sure enough, he found this person.

That customer at the barbershop.

The man walked in the rain, not far behind Xiao Mubai, and looked like he was walking casually.

Xiao Mubai realized that this person was likely to be someone from Yan'an.

The information of that day should have been passed on to him, but it was taken away by Xiao Mubai.

Xiao Mubai thought about it, and suddenly had an idea in his heart, and then slowed down.

Xiao Mubai slowed down, waiting to meet him.

(To be continued)

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