Shi Xin turned onto Jing'an Temple Road in the shadow of the plane tree, walked past the somewhat dilapidated Jing'an Ancient Temple, and silently walked east to the Changde apartment at the intersection of Hurd. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThis Art.Deco-style apartment was fashionable at the time, and at the beginning of the 20th century, it appeared on both sides of Jing'an Temple Road. Today, in the dreary night of Shanghai, this seven-story building looks a little gray, and only the coffee-colored mosaic lines inlaid on the walls tell the scenery of its past.

The old lady at the cigarette stall on the street was still sitting in the corner and shouting expressionlessly: "Hardman cigarettes are going to be cut? Hardman cigarette ......"

Stone Heart had his ears pricked up all the way, and there was no sound of the stalker's footsteps behind him.

On Jing'an Temple Road, the tram that Zhang Ailing said was "going home", one after another, like children in a queue, "tinkling" past him. He walked through the door of the apartment, and beneath the mottled white walls and dark red windows and doors of the foyer, the mailboxes of each house were lined with years of dust on the wall on the right-hand side. Shi Xin's gaze swept over No. 51's mailbox, which contained a chalk drawn K - those who don't know would think it was a naughty child's graffiti - the owner of No. 51 had fled to the rear and kept it empty, and Shi Xin and his contacts used No. 51's mailbox as a message board. The "K" stands for a joint at seven o'clock this evening at Commander's café. It was only five and three o'clock in the evening, and he had time.

Upstairs you can take the buzzing British-made iron fence elevator, up and down with the change of light and shadow. But he likes to climb stairs. He lives on the fourth floor, and he chose the fourth floor because the windows on the fourth floor face the roof of Yanlord Lane next to it, and there is only a small alley two meters wide in the middle. If something happens, he can easily jump out of the window and jump through the alley to escape.

The lights in the stairwell were dim, and there was no one in them. Stone Heart lowered his head and silently ascended the wide, polished spiral staircase of cement. He doesn't like to take the elevator because he feels like a cage and he can't stand the crampedness of the cage. Just like other apartment-style houses, the stairs of Changde apartments go around the elevator again and again. If someone stands on the stairs and shoots themselves in the elevator...... The phrase "Man is a sword, I am a fish" flashed in his mind.

Room 402 on the fourth floor was his residence, and his sensitive ears had scanned every sound wave with nothing suspicious. He pulled out his key and walked to the door, and looked at the small piece of paper that had been inserted in the crack of the door when he left in the morning—the piece of paper was still there, indicating that no one had opened the door.

He listened to the room again, and there was no one inside. Shi Xin opened the door boldly and entered in a flash.

It is a two-bedroom house with one bedroom, a small living room, plus a small gas kitchen and a separate bathroom, which is very comfortable. He didn't like a comfortable life, he was more comfortable with hard days. But the room was rented for him by his contact, and he had no choice. The room was fully furnished and was rented out by the landlord along with the house. He closed the thick curtains and pushed open the balcony door. At the corner of the apartment in Changde is a large curved balcony, and he likes to lean on the railing and look at the scenery outside.

To the east, there are the flickering neon lights of the Ten Mile Ocean, and to the west is the twilight drum chanting of Jing'an Temple. In the distance, a shrill female voice floated from the Paramount Ballroom: "Rose, rose, the most delicate ......"

He leaned against the railing and glanced at his watch. The evening breeze swept through the treetops of the sycamores and let out a whimper.

At that moment, an orange flash lit up in the western sky, followed by a dull explosion. Shi Xin smiled, the people of No. 76 should have found the rickshaw he threw at the intersection of Maggie - he put a kilogram of yellow explosives under the cushion of the rickshaw, and added a small mechanism, as long as the wheels rolled - now his rickshaw flew into the sky, of course, many of the spies of No. 76 should also fly into the sky together.

So he turned around and went back to the house.

He's going to rest for a while, shave, change his clothes, and go to joints. When he thought of the joint, he suddenly had a yearning that his success could be shared with his contacts.

And at this moment, at the intersection of Jing'an Temple Road and Maggie, General Qingyin's nose was crooked, and these daredevils smashed the errand again, and took three lives! When Ono, the leader of the spy team stationed at No. 76, sent someone to report that he had found an ownerless rickshaw, he rushed over immediately, but he was still a step too late. Ono's subordinate Yoshihiko Noda set off a bomb while searching the rickshaw. Noda paid the price for his recklessness and was blown off the head. Warrant Officer Ono's chest cavity was blasted with a large hole, and his heart and liver were completely burned. Ishihara Dentaro fell under a tree six or seven meters away, there was not a trace of scars on his body, only seven orifices bleeding, and General Hariki knew that Ishihara's internal organs must have been shattered. There were also a few small agents of Seventy-Six who were also slightly or severely injured. But this is nothing, the important thing is that a clue may be broken. General Qingqi still quickly gave the order: immediately cordon off the scene, send trace experts from the special high section of the gendarmerie to investigate, and after the investigation is completed, let the engineer experts of the gendarmerie check the wreckage of the rickshaw again to see if they can find any clues from the wreckage.

"From today onwards, I will strengthen the investigation of all the docks and stations in Shanghai, and arrest all suspicious elements!" He said viciously, turning his head to the frightened agents of Seventy-Six, as if he could kill a cow: "Send all your men out and find that assassin for me!" ”

After the order was given, General Qingqi got into his car and slipped back to his headquarters in Hongkou, where he also had a date tonight.

It was almost half past six, and Shi Xin's stomach was a little hungry, but he was not in a hurry to eat dinner, because this dinner would be served at the Kai Ling Cafe. He touched his shaved chin, put on a black suit full of wool gabardine, tied a pure black scarf, put on a black coat with a full wool golden gun, and put on the black top hat and went out.

It's no more than a five-minute walk from the Changde apartment to the Kai Ling Cafe, but anyone who does secret work will go out early and make a few laps around the joint location before making sure it's safe to do so. Rushing directly to the joint site is tantamount to suicide.

Shi Xin has been in the secret work for a long time, he is not a professional, but he has always been able to save the day, thanks to his natural intelligence, wit, caution, careful planning, and composure. Of course, his extraordinary skill is also a factor, and he never needs to fight unless he is on a murderous mission. Because of his meticulousness, danger never came to him.

It's already completely dark, and this section of Jing'an Temple Road is one of the busiest places in Shanghai. Flashing neon lights cast a multicolored glow that danced on the faces of passers-by. The plane trees dance in the autumn wind, the sound of the wind is their dance music, and the night is their stage. Shanghai at night, Shanghai at night, Shanghai at night, there is no noise in Shanghai, only cold.

In the distance, there were two patrolmen pacing with their hands behind their backs. Because of the war, there are many fewer pedestrians on the road than in the past.

At 6:55 p.m., Shi Xin paced through the glass door of Commander Kai, he had been observing across the street for a long time, there were not many people in the store today, and there was no suspicious situation. He walked to the innermost train seat on the second floor and sat down, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see the scene in front of the store downstairs and on the nearby street.

Shi Xin ordered hot milk, chestnut cake, and shredded chicken noodles with cheese, and ordered a milkshake for his contact. He has a big appetite, not to mention the chestnut cake and cheese chicken noodles are the treasures of Kai Ling's town. His liaison, on the contrary, always comes to contact after a good meal. Thinking of this, a smile hung on his face: "This stingy guy. ”

At seven :01, Shi Xin saw his liaison come out of the Lady Green House fashion salon under the Deyi Building diagonally opposite. The walls of the Deyi Building are made of brown bricks and mosaics, the kind he likes. The Lady Midoriya Fashion Salon is a well-known luxury store, with everything from clothes, shoes and hats to all kinds of accessories, any woman can walk in and come out from head to toe, but the price is also extraordinarily expensive. Many middle-class women have to save up for a long time before they go to the Lady Green House fashion salon to buy back their long-desired outfits. The girls from poor families can only look enviously outside the shop window, dreaming of one day having the opportunity to go in and have a look.

Shi Xin smiled again: "This guy, I've gone to the store to look at the clothes again." He was noticing for a "tail" growing behind his contact—his contact was also careful, standing in front of the window of the Lady Green House fashion salon and pulling his hair—in effect, looking through the reflection of the glass to see if there was a "tail" behind him.

There was no movement on the street, and the liaison crossed the street and walked gracefully along the plane trees. The boy at the door opened the door diligently, and Shi Xin set his eyes on the staircase.

He heard her heels pounding on the ground first, then saw her white headband and short hair curled up at the back of her head. She walked upstairs and wore a pure black cashmere coat over her royal blue satin cheongsam.

She had a shallow smile on her face, and her big bright eyes swept between the seats of the train, and she walked towards Shixin. Shi Xin suddenly felt the lights in the store turn on.

She sat down across from him, and he suddenly realized, "What's wrong with me?" ”

She took off her coat and looked at him, a smile in her eyes that was clearly mocking. Shi Xin's gaze swept over her face and slid down on her chest, and the plump, ready-to-breathe **** made him dizzy. He heard his heart pounding.

He made up his mind: "The work is done." ”

She picked up the cup, took the silver spoon and whispered, "The organization has decided to arrange for you to go to Yan'an." ”

"Are you going too?" Then he realized that this was something he shouldn't have asked.

Her gaze wandered over his face, as if to inquire about something. But she was not angry: "Tomorrow there are six progressives going to Yan'an, you will accompany you and be responsible for protection, and the leader is Dr. Wang Yi, who is also our comrade, but he doesn't know your identity, and you don't expose yourself." On the way, our other comrades were in charge of support. Your code for contact is ......" and then she added superfluously, "I have another mission." Then two red clouds suddenly appeared on her face. Tomorrow night at 7 o'clock train, you will first go to Nanjing, then to Pukou, then from Luoyang to Xi'an, and finally to northern Shaanxi. After you arrive in Yan'an, you will report directly to Vice Chairman Zhou, and he will arrange your future work. Here's the train ticket and your travel fare. As she spoke, she handed over an envelope and a paper packet.