Jing Zhiguo gave Chen Guo a task.

Jing Zhiguo said to Chen Guo, Chen Guo, you do something for us, take a photo of that old Master Liu in your school, no one can know, the avatar must be clear!

Chen Guo agreed, okay.

I don't know why, Chen Guo suddenly had a very wonderful feeling in his heart, Jing Zhiguo was even taken aback by the kind of look that suddenly appeared in Chen Guo's eyes, and that look was full of warmth! To be honest, Chen Guo knew what it meant for Jing Zhiguo to give her such a job, and it was from this moment that something that had been lost for a long time rose again in her heart.

Chen Guo worked as a journalist when he was in Beiping! Chen Guo took out one of his cameras, loaded it with film, and brought it to school in his small bag.

Chen Guo did this after the students got out of school.

The school building was empty after school. Chen Guo didn't walk out of the classroom, she was waiting for Master Liu to come upstairs. Every day after school, Master Liu has to walk through the classrooms one by one to see if the door locks in the classrooms are locked, whether there are any students who have not left, and whether there are any potential safety hazards. At the moment when Master Liu walked to the window of the classroom where Chen Guo was class, Chen Guo, who was holding the camera behind the curtain, pressed the shutter! Because it was winter, the windows and doors were closed, and the camera was entrusted to Chen Guo's small bag, only the end with the lens was exposed, and the sound of the camera taking pictures did not reach the corridor. The old master Liu pushed the locked door of this classroom, leaned on the window covered by the curtains and looked into the dark classroom, and continued to walk forward. Chen Guo took advantage of the fact that Master Liu was still inspecting the building and walked out of the school gate.

Back at home, Chen Guo developed the photo and handed it to Jing Zhiguo. Jing Zhiguo took the photo in his hand, frowned and looked at it for a while, then looked at Chen Guo and said, Chen Guo, you tell us that Master Liu is Mr. Xu's uncle and uncle, it doesn't seem right! Old Master Liu's surname is Liu, if he and Mr. Xu are uncles and nephews, both of them should be surnamed Liu or Xu, why do they still have two surnames? Chen Guo was stunned for a moment, oops! We didn't make it clear! I heard Mr. Xu say that Master Liu is the uncle of Mr. Xu's wife. But some of our teachers said that the relationship between Master Liu and Mr. Xu's wife doesn't seem to be very close, and we can't tell what they are talking about! Oh! Jing Zhiguo answered, and went back to his house with a photo of Old Master Liu.

For a long time, due to the particularity of his profession, Jing Zhiguo rarely had time to lie in bed except for sleeping. At this moment, he was unusual, lying on the bed with his back shell, taking the photo of Master Liu in front of him and looking at it for a while, putting down his arm, and then holding up the photo of Master Liu and putting it far away in front of him to look at it again! Repeater three. It is said that people should not be looked at, and the meaning of this is that you cannot look at or judge people by their appearance. But Jing Zhiguo's line of work is to look at and judge people from what they look like. Jing Zhiguo looked at it from a distance and closely, and finally concluded that this old Master Liu was definitely not a good person!

The person in the photo has a knife face, gray sideburns, single eyelids, a slightly wide nose, deep pockets on both sides of the mouth, and a little thick lips. His eyes weren't very bright, and he was a little cloudy.

At the beginning of the next day, the photo of Master Liu had been placed on the table of Lu Jingbin, the person in charge of the secret traffic station of the Manchuria Provincial Committee of the Communist Party of China. Jing Zhiguo once again came to the secret traffic station of the Manchuria Provincial Committee of the Communist Party of China located in the northern market of Fengtian, reported this period of work to the Manchuria Provincial Committee of the Communist Party of China, and asked the Provincial Party Committee to investigate the situation of Master Liu. The traffic station conveyed the affirmation of the Manchuria Provincial Committee of the Communist Party of China for Jing Zhiguo's work in this section. Lu Jingbin said, Zhiguo, the provincial party committee will verbally praise your work! Regarding the person of Master Liu, the provincial committee will give a reply in the near future. Jing Zhiguo is requested not to wait, to actively carry out his work, to work hard to complete the work assigned by the provincial party committee to understand the main contents of the Kwantung Army's plan to open the mountain, to pay attention to the movements of the departments concerned, and at the same time to pay special attention to the safety of himself and his family. Finally, Lu Jingbin also specifically mentioned that regarding Wen Changjun, although according to intelligence, this person has died in the prison of the Japanese gendarmerie, the provincial party committee has not given up on the investigation and screening of this person. In the next step, the provincial party committee will deal with the screening of Wen Changjun together with the investigation of Master Liu.

Every time he received instructions from the provincial party committee, Jing Zhiguo was very excited, and he especially cherished the feeling of going home to this auspicious dress shop, of course, this feeling of going home was different from the feeling of returning to his and Chen Guo's home. The feeling is sunny and warm. For Jing Zhiguo, it is simply a luxury enjoyment. But this time, Jing Zhiguo didn't feel the excitement in his heart! What he felt was the weight of the burden on his shoulders! The party's care gave strength, and at the same time, it also made him feel the weight of responsibility even more!

A short time after returning to the hall, the phone on the desk rang. Jing Zhiguo picked up the earpiece.

Zhiguo? In the earpiece, the director of the hall, Zhang Haochi, spoke unhurriedly. Pander to! Commissioner! We are Zhiguo! Zhiguo! Come here!

Jing Zhiguo walked to the door of Zhang Haochi's office, stood upright, and shouted, report! Zhang Haochi said in the room, Zhiguo! Come on in! When he entered Zhang Haochi's spacious office, Jing Zhiguo was a little surprised, Xiao Yuanzang, the deputy director with a calm expression, was sitting on the sofa facing the door of Zhang Haochi's office, and on the coffee table in front of the sofa, the tea in a celadon cup was steaming out.

Zhiguo, come! Sit here! Ohara said.

Ohara spoke Chinese very well, and if you don't look at people, just listening to him, you can hardly tell that he is Japanese. But he looked like a true Japanese, a little small, with a white, thin face, lips and mustaches the size of thumbnails, and small but bright eyes. Ohara is dressed in casual clothes.

Jing Zhiguo smiled and nodded to Xiao Yuanzang, and greeted, Ah, Director Xiao Yuan is also here!

Zhang Haochi told Jing Zhiguo that Director Xiao Yuan had come over to hear about the progress of Wang Chun's case. Zhang Haochi said: Just now, I have briefly briefed Director Xiaoyuan on the basic situation of Wang Chun's case. The Japanese Kwantung Army has already cracked the Wang Chun case, and the follow-up work on this case has been handed over to us, requiring us to draft a report on the closure of the case if there are no other problems. Zhiguo, this case is not short, how is the situation now?

Zhang Haochi is an authentic Northeast native, and he usually speaks with a local taste, but when it comes to formal occasions, the earthy smell is much less, and the words are still more particular.

On such an occasion today, the two directors of the hall listened to the situation of the case together, and it was said that it would be more appropriate to have a small conference room in the hall. It may also be that you don't want more people to participate, which makes it more trusting and intimate.

Jing Zhiguo began to report. At such a time, can you say that the Japanese Kwantung Army said that it had solved Wang Chun's case, but even now, we haven't looked at any relevant materials! In this case, if you have the guts, you can't say it! It's not a matter of daring or not, it's a matter of being a smart person or a fool! Then no one wants to be a fool!

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