While Cao Guangyuan and Mu Youan were complaining to each other, in the secret stronghold on the North Embassy Road in Nanjing, Geng Chaozhong was wearing a walkie-talkie, patiently recording the radio waves from the far northeast.

The stronghold on Embassy Road in the north of the city, which concealed his radio and codebook of contacts with all parties, was Geng Chaozhong's greatest secret in Nanjing, and he almost never set foot in it unless it was necessary. But these days are different, and he needs to confirm a series of messages.

After reconfirming the accuracy of the radio waves answered, Geng Chaozhong began to take out the code book for translation, and after about half an hour, the last word was translated:

At two o'clock in the afternoon of April 21, Nanjing Hualemei Grand Theater, a class of codes.

Geng Chaozhong glanced at the note briefly, then stuffed the note into his mouth and began to chew it slowly.

This is the first time I have officially contacted Sato.

Even if the Japanese were mobilized in Shanghai last time, Geng Chaozhong still asked the other party to ask for instructions from the Kanto Agency, and he did not contact Sato personally.

But this time it's different.

Since the death of "Geng Chaozhong", Liu Yiban, and Zhang Haogu in the Haitang Pavilion, Sato has assigned a new task for himself.

This task is to use his familiarity with the Renaissance Society to make reasonable use of various means to penetrate the Renaissance Society, and during this period, he must remain silent and strictly prohibit any actions that do not conform to the disguise of his identity.

For moles that have infiltrated the enemy's interior, no direct contact is allowed during the quiet period unless necessary, and no information is required - only after the actual security is assured that the mole can send the first confirmation message.

Today's confirmation information means that the mole is starting to drill out of the ground, and the Kanto Agency will immediately send someone to contact and establish a long-term information transmission channel.

It's just that who will be the person who connects with me this time?

A woman came to Geng Chaozhong's mind.

Kako Kitahara.

Could it be her?

Geng Chaozhong shook his head and began to put away the transmitter.

He wasn't in a good mood tonight.

There was no contact with the Soviet side, although it was not surprising about this matter, Geng Chaozhong's heart was still very unhappy.

In April this year, with the coming to power of the Left-behind Soviet faction, Li Lisan and others had further seized the supreme power in the Soviet area, and Commissar Mao had also been dismissed.

Everything, you can only figure it out by yourself.

.......

Following.

Nanjing Laohuqiao Prison.

When the first rays of the morning sun shone through the bars of the solitary cell, a tall prisoner opened his mouth and yawned, stroking his shriveled belly.

It's been half a year.

Since being pitted into the Tiger Bridge by that unscrupulous disciple, Zhu Fatzi has lost more than 30 pounds, and his weight has also decreased from the previous 198 pounds to more than 160 pounds - his face covered by fat has gradually become clear, and his handsome face when he was young has gradually been revealed.

In this regard, Zhu Fatzi is still satisfied.

What he was not satisfied with was the communicative environment of the cell.

This single cell was the best cell provided by the Nanjing government for the "German friends" - it had a crunching wooden bed, unlike other cells with straw floors; There is also a separate toilet, unlike other cells where several people share the same toilet.

However, the biggest problem is that even when the wind is released, he can only be alone, no way, the current Nanjing Tiger Bridge Prison, foreign prisoners are the only one, even if he has a Chinese face.

On the days when no one communicated, Zhu Fatzi was very lonely.

The lonely Zhu Fat Man could only keep thinking about some questions, such as:

I don't know what happened in the Soviet Union, but can my old brothers, especially the old Chelov, survive this storm?

How is Geng Chaozhong's bastard doing now?

Will the comrades in the Soviet zone be able to escape the encirclement and suppression again and again?

Zhu Muyun was planning with a sad face, thinking, worrying about some things that he couldn't do at all, and he was still cursing that damn guy in his heart.

At this moment, there was a crack of leather shoes outside the door, and it seemed that the prison guard who delivered the food had arrived.

However, the footsteps were slightly heavy, not like the lean prison guard.

Substitution?

Zhu Muyun was thinking when a chubby prison officer walked in under the escort of two guards, followed by his serious and friendly voice:

"Waldon, someone wants to see you!"

Soon, Zhu Muyun was taken to a separate interrogation room, and after the guards sent him in, he turned around and left, leaving Zhu Muyun alone in the empty interrogation room.

After waiting for a while, the door was pushed open, and a person walked in with a smile on his face.

"Hehe......"

Zhu Muyun sneered and looked at the "proud disciple" in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wanted to come to see you a long time ago, but unfortunately I ran into a little devil doing something, and I've been busy for the past few months, so I didn't have time."

Geng Chaozhong apologized for explaining the reason for his future for a long time, and then looked at the environment around the interrogation room by the way.

"Rest assured, there are no listening devices. This is an interrogation room for foreigners, and basic human rights must be guaranteed. Zhu Muyun sneered.

"It's still an experienced teacher," Geng Chaozhong gave a thumbs up, then pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Zhu Muyun, looking at Zhu Muyun, and suddenly shouted in a fuss:

"Teacher, you've lost weight!"

"Get out!" Zhu Muyun spat angrily, "Anyway, come to me today, what is the matter, is there any trouble?" ”

"There is a little trouble," Geng Chaozhong's face showed a little embarrassment, "Boss Dai gave a death order to arrest the Communist Party, but I don't want to arrest it, but if I don't arrest it, it's really embarrassing, I'm thinking, teacher, you have rich experience, what solution should there be." ”

Geng Chaozhong didn't go around in circles, and explained his intentions openly and honestly.

"You're not a newcomer, do you still need to ask me about this kind of thing?" Zhu Fatzi sneered.

"I know that without revealing myself, I can either notify the other party to escape first, or I can rescue him after being caught. But the problem now is that you can only use the second one, otherwise you can't escape the eyes above. Geng Chaozhong pointed to the top of his head, meaning that Boss Dai was very concerned about this matter, "Also, now that the CCP is very tight, it is estimated that it is useless to find a foreign lawyer to defend it." ”

"This ......."

Zhu Muyun frowned, understanding what Geng Chaozhong meant.

If you are in the concession, you can find a foreign lawyer to defend it, but it is difficult to have any evidence for such a thing, as long as you insist that you are just doing a favor to your friend, and you don't know that the other party is a Communist Party, it is difficult to convict.

In Shanghai, our party has managed to save many people from prison through this means, but this is Nanjing, and under the nose of the principal, it is estimated that this matter will not be feasible.

"Then you can only use a third party to rescue you violently, and it is better to have a third party who has nothing to do with it, otherwise you will not escape suspicion." Zhu Muyun pondered for a moment, and finally spoke.

Armed rescue can only be a last resort, and the success rate is very low, and often the gains outweigh the losses, and this method will not be used until the last resort.

"That's right, violent," Geng Chaozhong's expression became serious, "but Nanjing is not as good as Island City and Shanghai, and it is very difficult for me to find a competent man." ”

Zhu Muyun nodded, Geng Chaozhong was right, if it was a semi-colony like Island City and Shanghai, the Qing Gang could be launched, and even foreigners could be hired to do it, but in Nanjing, the control of the Nationalist Government was still very strong, and it would be difficult for the Qing Gang and foreigners to help.

"What do you mean?" Zhu Muyun blinked, listening to Geng Chaozhong's tone, he should have considered all kinds of possibilities.

"I'd like to ask you to be this third party." Geng Chaozhong said.

"Me?" Zhu Muyun opened his eyes wide and pointed at himself, "I'm in prison, I can't do anything." ”

"It's okay," Geng Chaozhong smiled, "although you are in prison, I think you must have a way to contact the Comintern." ”