Dai Yunong gave an order, and a few of his subordinates next to him were just about to agree, when Shen Zui suddenly said, "Wait." ”

"What? Do you have a clue? Dai Yunong looked at Shen Zui.

"I know of a person who went to Nanjing a few days ago, but he hasn't come back yet." Drunk with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Tell me." Dai Yunong bowed slightly.

"That person's name is Luo Yi, a remnant of the former Shanghai underground party, and when the party investigation department arrested people last year, he happened to go to Jiangxi, so he escaped. Lu Hongbo came to Shanghai, and the Communist Party appointed him to assist Lu Hongbo in his work. Shen Zui replied.

"Well, Tang Zong, you tell Shen Zui what happened in Nanjing." Dai Yunong instructed Tang Zong, the secretary general standing behind.

Tang Zong stepped forward and told Shen Zui in detail everything that happened in Nanjing.

"As far as I know, Luo Yi went to Nanjing alone," Shen Zui looked thoughtful, "Judging from what Secretary Tang said just now, the gunman should have been a temporary intention to rescue Luo Yi, otherwise normal people's thinking should be to notify Luo Yi to escape in advance, instead of waiting for Luo Yi to knock on the door before rescuing - that would be too risky, and if you can't make it happen, both of you will have to fall there." However, it cannot be ruled out that the gunsmith is bold and very confident in his skills. ”

"If yesterday's kidnapper and the gunman were the same person, that's a good possibility." Dai Yunong pointed out one point.

"It's not difficult to judge this, as long as you ask the Nanjing side to find the gunman's bullet and compare it with this side, you can determine it." Shen Zui analyzed.

Dai Yunong nodded, his eyes looking out the window, a little distracted.

If the person who picked up the escape of the Red Party in Nanjing is the same person who is now taking prisoners, then this person is too powerful, and it seems that every move of the secret service is in his sight.

Could it be that there really is an inner ghost?

.......

"Sooner or later, Dai Yunong will suspect me."

Geng Chaozhong drove a car, and in the back seat was Yu Zhen in a white gauze skirt - the current Yu Zhen, both in terms of demeanor and conversation, looks like a graceful and luxurious minister's wife.

"And what are you going to do?" Yu Zhen looked at the endless crowd outside the car window, and seemed to be a little worried.

"I made an alibi yesterday afternoon, but it's hard to say whether I can escape Dai Yunong's eyes." Geng Chaozhong skillfully played the steering wheel and walked through the streets.

"Otherwise, you can come with me!" Yu Zhen plucked up his courage and finally said this.

"You know, no," Geng Chaozhong sighed and glanced back at his beloved woman, "Remember what I said, it was a foreigner who saved you, don't reveal my identity." ”

"I understand," Yuzhen's eyes were misty, "I thought I could help you, but I didn't expect it to affect you." ”

"Even if I didn't have you, I would do this," Geng Chaozhong shook his head and quickly diverted the topic, "The current situation in the Soviet area is very delicate, you must talk less when you go, don't stand in line easily, and stay away from those Soviet classmates of yours." ”

After a pause, Geng Chaozhong spoke again: "If, I mean if, if possible, you'd better apply to go back to the island city to work, where Lao Zhao will take care of it, and it will be relatively safe." ”

"I understand, I understand," Yuzhen's voice suddenly choked, "you also have to take good care of yourself, if, if you meet the right person, forget about me!" ”

"Don't be like this," Geng Chaozhong's eyes were also a little moist, and his voice was trembling slightly, "You know, I only have you in my heart." ”

There was silence in the carriage, and both of them had a thousand words in their hearts, but they didn't know where to start.

It is difficult to see each other, it is also difficult to say goodbye, parting is bitter, and lovesickness is even more bitter.

Finally, the destination has arrived.

"You take a boat here to Wuhan, bring me a letter by the way, give it to Boss Tian of the Hunan Hall in Changsha, and then transfer to the Soviet area, if the Soviet area is blocked, you will go back to the island city to find Lao Zhao."

Geng Chaozhong looked at the ships coming and going on the dock and handed a letter to Yuzhen.

"Remember, don't force it, if the letter doesn't arrive, burn it."

In fact, this letter, he only hoped that it would be delivered a little later - it was a suicide note, it was Xi Yiming's confession to his family, Geng Chaozhong couldn't bear it, and he shattered his family's last hope with his own hands, it was too cruel and too desperate.

Yuzhen took the envelope, pushed the car door, and walked out, outside the car window, there was the vast and endless sea, she didn't look back, waved her hand to the sea, and said loudly:

"Brother Geng, when I see the sea, I think of the night in the seaside fishing village four years ago, and I want to sing another song to you!"

"Good!" Geng Chaozhong also pushed the car door and stood side by side with her.

"Swinging the boat downstream, how can there be fishermen at home? The green mountains and green waters are difficult to describe, and the father and daughter are fishing for a career ......."

She left, laughing and tearful.......

.......

"Mr. Jin, Shanghai is not suitable for a long time, please come with me."

Geng Chaozhong drove to the vicinity of Foch Road, and under Wang Yaqiao's arrangement, Kim Jiu and others from the Korean government-in-exile were settled in a house near Foch Road, and Geng Chaozhong's trip was to drive them out of Shanghai.

"Thank you!" Jin Jiu hugged his fists, he was short, but his torso was straight, his face was angular, and he looked extremely shrewd.

After settling Jin Jiu and his wife into the car, Geng Chaozhong turned the steering wheel and said: "Mr. Jin, I came back to Shanghai with a passport from the British Consulate, there should be no public trouble, but the Japanese have many eyes and ears in Shanghai, and there will definitely be their secret agents in places such as the railway station and the wharf, and you may be wronged at that time, you won't mind!" ”

"No, no, Section Chief Fang, you are too polite, with your arrangement, I am 10,000 rest assured here, you probably don't know, this time you came to Shanghai to pick up people, that's what I requested." Jin Jiu's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile.

"Huh?" Geng Chaozhong was stunned.

"You and Yin Xiangji are good friends, he mentioned you in front of me several times, he said, you are a rare righteous person in the Nanjing government, and this time you asked you to pick me up, in fact, it was also his suggestion. He said that the gangs in Shanghai are too complicated, and many of them have secret agreements with the Japanese, and I don't want to trust anyone except you. Jin Jiu said.

"I see," Geng Chaozhong's heart warmed slightly, "Brother Yin is my best friend and the person I admire the most. This killing is a common model for our two countries, and compared with him, our generation is really ashamed. ”

"The country is small and weak, and it has to be done with this strategy!" Jin Jiu's voice also became painful.

The two chatted all the way, and soon came to the North Railway Station, Geng Chaozhong drove the car to the downstairs of Tongda Restaurant, and after honking the horn three times, several people soon ran down.

The leader was Hao Kev, who held up an umbrella to cover Jin Jiu and his wife, and sent them into the backyard.

In the backyard, there are two and a half swill buckets parked, the appearance is extremely greasy and dirty, at first glance it is a common thing in the hotel, Geng Chaozhong pointed to the bucket and said:

"Mr. Jin, the two of you stayed in it for a morning, but don't worry, these two barrels look greasy, and the inside is still very clean."

Jin Jiu smiled and didn't mind - he had never seen any scenes from exile from North Korea to Shanghai? It's just a little dirty, and he doesn't have to worry about his life, and he's already very satisfied.

"We'll send the bucket of swill in a horse-drawn carriage to the outskirts of Shanghai, and then we'll send you to the countryside, and when the wind is over, we'll give you a place to live comfortably, do you think?" Geng Chaozhong said apologetically.

"Very good, very good, Mr. Fang is too thoughtful!"

Jin Jiu stretched out his hand and shook Geng Chaozhong hard, and jumped into the swill bucket with a vertical leap, and his wife also got into it without changing her face.

Geng Chaozhong smiled, motioned to Hao Kefu to close the lid, and then hugged the two swill buckets with a fist, and said loudly: "Mr. Jin, there will be a period later!" ”

There was a sound of the golden nine urns in the swill bucket:

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