"Yes, I killed Suslov."

Geng Chaozhong grinned and lay in the temporary residence that Zhou Bing had found for him, hugging his shoulders and snorting. Next to him is Zhou Bing, who is putting the bandage into the medicine box.

Luckily, the arm hit on the train did not hit an important nerve, and it was a near-penetrating abrasion, which, in general, did not affect bodily functions.

"Actually, you don't have to kill him. Kill him, and you will lay a huge mine, and once the Soviets know the real situation, they will not let you go. If you are known by your hometown, you will not have a good time either. ”

Zhou Bing moved a chair over, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at Geng Chaozhong worriedly-Geng Chaozhong actually told him such a secret thing, which was equivalent to handing over his life to himself, and this trust was too heavy.

You must know that as long as you tell the Soviet Union and the CCP about this matter, Geng Chaozhong is a ready-made traitor, and he will definitely be killed on the spot!

"I can't kill him, I can't tell if I'm being controlled or not, I can only take risks. Besides, you know, that guy didn't have a good heart, and he wanted to kill both of us at the time - but I don't know how the extra high school targeted us. ”

Geng Chaozhong said.

"I don't know," Zhou Bing shook his head, "It shouldn't be through me, I'm just a small quartermaster of the Northeast Army." To this day, I have not had any contact with Nanjing or Ruijin, and it is impossible for them to suspect me, let alone follow me. ”

Geng Chaozhong nodded silently and closed his eyes.

Looks like I'm a little sleepy.

It's no wonder that dragging the injured body, not closing his eyes for two days and two nights, sleeping in the open along the way, and always worrying about being captured by the Japanese, this escape is really realistic.

"Alright, you go to sleep! This place is my family's old house, no one has been here for a long time, you can rest assured that you will recuperate, and we will find another way when the injury is healed. “

Zhou Bing saw that Geng Chaozhong was sleepy, and he didn't dwell on the matter, so he stood up and said goodbye.

Geng Chaozhong did not fall asleep.

It stands to reason that after the dangerous period, his spirit should be relaxed. However, Geng Chaozhong's heart could not be calm.

This time, he took the risk of joining the special high class, and his identity has become extremely complicated.

CCP, Cheka, Special High Class, Party Investigation Section.

As long as any of these four identities are known by the other party, it will be the end of death without a place to be buried!

Moreover, the information of each character cannot be confused, if it is exposed, it is not a simple lie that can cover up.

Geng Chaozhong carefully thought about the information that each of his identities should know, and the information that he should not know, and then the demeanor and tone of each identity, trying to recall everything he had experienced, trying to eliminate any loopholes.

However, vulnerabilities are bound to exist and will be discovered.

The geese have left a voice, and the people have left traces.

I have walked through so many places, I must have left a lot of traces, and if it falls in the eyes of someone who cares, it is very dangerous.

For example, Gu Di Huaxiong of Yantian Mansion!

Geng Chaozhong got the truth from Sato's side knock - although Sato didn't specify who it was, he only said that an old-timer in Shima City was a little curious about his identity, and then he found himself by mistake.

But Geng Chaozhong immediately thought of Gu Di Huaxiong!

Yes, except for the old fox Gu Di Huaxiong, who is also an intelligence system, no one in the island city will have such a close connection with the special high class.

Although it seems that Gu Di Huaxiong's suspicion is just an intuition and curiosity, who knows, will one day, Gu Di Huaxiong discover something new?

You know, the more complex the identity, the greater the probability of exposure.

Covering up another lie with one lie for a long time is like a game of seven teacups and three tea lids, as the number of teacups increases, there will always be a day when it can't be covered.

Therefore, it is necessary for me to make certain identities and roles disappear, so that the number of teacups is not too much, so as not to cover the tea lid.

In this way, we can get rid of the attention of some people, such as Gu Di Huaxiong and others.

Thinking slowly, I slowly fell asleep.

This night, Geng Chaozhong slept for a day and a night, until his stomach was rumbling with hunger and his throat was thirsty and smoking, and he was awakened by urine.

After getting up and cleaning up briefly, Geng Chaozhong walked out, intending to find a place to forage.

Wrapped in bandages, wearing a dog-eared hat, and a thin cotton jacket on his body, the weather in May, but the buttons didn't have to be fastened, so with his arms open, Geng Chaozhong walked out on the street.

The birthplace of one dynasty, the capital of two generations of emperors.

Fengtian in spring is particularly lively, the traffic is busy, the flow of people is like weaving, and there are merchants and passers-by rushing to the market everywhere, a prosperous scene.

It seems that the population density is much higher than that of the streets of later generations.

However, it is not, in fact, the current Fengtian City is not very large, compared with later generations, it is only a medium-sized city with a population of about 400,000, and it is far less than the population of Qingdao.

However, at this time, Mukden was an extremely important industrial town, and it was the transportation hub where the Middle East Railway and the Guanwai Railway, the Anbong Railway, and the Fenghai Railway converged, controlling the situation in the entire Northeast.

Coupled with its political advantages as a provincial capital, Fengtian City has become the largest economic and trade city, economic center and transportation center in Fengtian Province (Liaoning Province). The establishment of industrial enterprises has led to an influx of rural and immigrant populations into Mukden – almost every year, nearly 10,000 people pour into Mukden.

Geng Chaozhong, like an old farmer in the Northeast who had just entered the city, copied his sleeves, hunched his back, and slowly came to a roadside stall, and asked for a bowl of chaos with a little rustiness, chewing slowly, while paying attention to the movements around him, observing various details around him, in order to integrate as soon as possible.

There is a Majia roasted wheat restaurant next to it, and a few sturdy men wearing white melon skin hats walked out of the roasted wheat restaurant, with bulging pockets around their waists, obviously carrying a guy, it doesn't seem like they want to avoid other people's eyes.

On the contrary, they also occasionally pretend to unintentionally flirt with their shirts, deliberately exposing the guy around their waists, obviously, this is deliberately showing off their might.

It seems that these people should be local Hui militias.

This old house is located in the eastern suburbs of Fengtian, near a Muslim alley, where about 2,000 Hui people live. In addition, the other party has weapons, so it is even more unscrupulous.

Sure enough, the surrounding people have quickened their pace and scattered to avoid it, and it seems that they have been suffering from it for a long time.

Those people laughed, and walked straight towards the wonton stall, the stall owner was an old man, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he avoided it early.

One of them took a sip of phlegm, and it landed impartially in the bowl of a diner, a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, who was furious, and had just stood up, when someone next to him grabbed him and said:

"Huimin, I can't afford to provoke you, don't be angry, young man, hurry up!"

The young man was also angry and bloody, and when he was persuaded, he immediately reacted, turned around and left without saying a word, and the few hardcover Hui people laughed disdainfully, standing there, not leaving or talking, and the rest of the people looked at it, this was obviously a kick.

In the blink of an eye, the stall that originally had seven or eight people was completely gone.

No, it's not all clean, at least there is an old farmer squatting there, holding a large bowl, quietly sucking the only remaining chaotic soup.

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