Geng Chaozhong noticed Qu Leheng's gaze.

Yes, he was a little anxious when he mentioned Dai Li, perhaps, he should pretend to think about another ten or eight points, so that Qu Leheng thought that he was not premeditated.

However, Geng Chaozhong is a little unable to make it up.

Lies, to Gu Di Huaxiong, Zhang Haogu and Liu Yiban, Geng Chaozhong can say that he is old without changing his face, but for Qu Leheng, Geng Chaozhong can't do it.

In particular, Qu Leheng's sincere eyes, undisguised concern, and reckless revenge after hearing that he had died made Geng Chaozhong bear great psychological pressure when facing him lying.

Therefore, in the conversation with Qu Leheng just now, that trace of guilt always lingered in his mind, making Geng Chaozhong can't wait to end this conversation.

Forget it, it's nothing, even if Brother Qu knows that his words are a bit untrue, but even between friends, who can guarantee that he will always tell the truth?

As long as you have a clear conscience.

Geng Chaozhong walked out of the door of the antique shop with a complicated mood, and walked all the way north, No. 53 Ji'e Lane, where Dai Li is located, is located near the Beimen Bridge in the north of Nanjing, and it takes about half an hour to walk over, but Geng Chaozhong did not plan to take a rickshaw.

For a long time in the future, it is likely that he will need to be active in Nanjing for a long time, and it is necessary to familiarize himself with the streets and road conditions in advance, so before he is completely familiar with the streets and alleys of Nanjing, Geng Chaozhong will never use a rickshaw to travel.

Most of the roads in the northern part of Nanjing were named after the provinces at that time, and the length of the roads was determined by the taxes paid by the provinces.

Therefore, the longest roads are Zhejiang Road and Jiangsu Road, while Shandong Road, Henan Road, and highways including the three northeastern provinces do not exist.

For the time being, these areas are not under the actual control of the Nanjing government, and the Nanjing government is unable to obtain tax revenue from these areas.

In short, if you want to know whether the Nationalist Government has unified the whole country, you can naturally look at the streets of Nanjing.

After passing through Jiangsu Road, Zhejiang Road, and Guangdong Road one after another, Geng Chaozhong soon came to Ji'e Lane near the Beimen Bridge.

As soon as he walked into the alley, Geng Chaozhong felt a different atmosphere, the cigarette sellers, the stall owners of the fruit stalls, and the pedestrians passing by seemed to be looking at Geng Chaozhong as a stranger with a casual eye, Geng Chaozhong smiled slightly, obviously, Dai Li's secret service had made strict arrangements around the chicken and goose lane, and any stranger would receive this kind of attention.

But Geng Chaozhong naturally didn't care, he followed the house number, and soon came to a courtyard door surrounded by iron railings, raised his hand, and was just about to knock on the door, a young man in blue clothes and yellow pants appeared in front of Geng Chaozhong.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" The young man asked very politely.

"I'm here to meet Mr. Chunfeng." Geng Chaozhong replied.

"Reservations required." The young man looked at Geng Chaozhong.

"I refused to marry the spring breeze back then, but I was mistaken by the autumn wind for no reason. Tell Mr. Chunfeng about this half of the poem, and he will naturally meet me. Geng Chaozhong replied calmly.

"Wait a minute." The young man quickly ran back, and after a while, he came out and told Geng Chaozhong: "Mr. Chunfeng, please come with me." ”

Geng Chaozhong nodded, and the young man opened the iron door and led Geng Chaozhong inside.

No. 53 Ji'e Lane was originally a small house, but with the expansion of Dai Li's control personnel, it was also rebuilt into a three-story building, and the young man led Geng Chaozhong to the second floor and came to the door of an office, the young man stopped, turned back to Geng Chaozhong and said:

"Sorry, need to check."

Geng Chaozhong smiled, put down the suitcase, and raised his hands.

The young man examined it carefully, took out a horse card and a dagger from Geng Chaozhong's waist, and then said to Geng Chaozhong: "You can go in." ”

Geng Chaozhong knocked on the door, and a soft voice came from inside: "Please come in." ”

Push the door in, more than ten square meters of office, the facilities are very simple, a man in a Mao suit is sitting behind a brown desk with paint off, is lying on the table writing something.

Seeing Geng Chaozhong come in, the man looked up at him, said "sit" and lowered his head again.

Geng Chaozhong nodded and sat down on the old-fashioned single sofa across from his desk.

"Where did you hear this poem?"

The man sitting behind the desk asked without looking up.

"From a telegram sent to Qingdao last month." Geng Chaozhong replied.

"Oh?" The man in the tunic raised his head, and Geng Chaozhong had the opportunity to carefully observe the person in front of him.

He is in his thirties, with a handsome face, a well-defined face, a sharp gaze that is aggressive, and his tightly pursed lips appear to be extremely serious, with a kind of taciturn majesty.

"What's your name?" The man spoke again.

"Geng Chaozhong."

"Uh-huh......."

The man's deep dark eyes suddenly lit up, and he glanced at Geng Chaozhong deeply, and his sharp gaze seemed to be about to write down people's facial features and personality.

"There is a price to pay for lying in front of me."

Another short phrase.

"I'm used to lying, but I never paid any price." Geng Chaozhong replied.

The man's eyes lit up again, and he suddenly stood up, he was of medium stature, with the characteristic ability of a soldier.

"I'm Dai Li."

He suddenly stretched out his hand, the fingers slender and slender, like a pair of women's hands.

Geng Chaozhong also stood up and reached out to shake Dai Li's hands - these hands, although slender, were very powerful.

"How did you survive?"

After a brief handshake, Dai sat back down at his desk, but now he had a smile on his face.

"The person who died was not me, and besides, Liu Yiban and Zhang Haogu were both Japanese spies."

Unconsciously, Geng Chaozhong seemed to be influenced by Dai Li, and his speech became concise.

"Yes, the two people sent to the Northeast by the Party Investigation Section were originally dead chess, but you can survive in death. I admire you, it's just that you're too late. Dai Li said.

"No, I didn't come this time to take refuge in Mr. Dai, nor did I intend to ask Mr. Dai for protection, I just wanted to ask Mr. Dai to do me a favor." Geng Chaozhong said calmly, but there was no meaning of request in his words.

"Oh? What's busy? ”

"I want to join the Whampoa Military Academy, and I need you to be my sponsor."

Dai Lian groaned, and after a moment, spoke again:

"You found Qu Leheng, and you don't want Qiu Kaiji to know your identity?"

"Mr. Dai's eyes are as wise as a torch," Geng Chaozhong's face showed admiration, "Brother Wang Tianmu and Brother Wang know my identity, so one guest does not bother the two masters." ”

"Yes," Dai Li happily agreed, "I have a good relationship with Director Qiu, and Xiaoqu is also my friend, so I can help with this." However, I have one condition. ”

"You say." Geng Chaozhong had been mentally prepared for this.

"Join the group of ten, work for me with Wang Tianmu."

(End of Volume III)