"Poof!"

A stumbling girl was thrust into an office on the second floor and fell to the ground.

It was pitch black in the room. The floor looked like a wooden floor, waxed and slippery.

She scrambled to her feet, touched the wall, and folded her arms to her chest, defensive.

"Smack", the lights are turned on.

A young officer appeared at the door, with a hooked nose and a meaty face, looking at her with a sinister smile.

The girl's face turned pale with fright, and she slowly retreated behind the chair at the desk, her hands clutching the back of the chair.

"You...... What are you doing......

The hook-nosed officer didn't come in, took out a cigarette and lit it, leaned against the door, and stared viciously at her as he smoked.

The girl was covered in goosebumps all over her body, and a stream of cold air rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and from the top of her head back to the soles of her feet.

There was a stalemate for several minutes, and there was a sound of footsteps in the hallway. The hook-nosed officer immediately threw half of the cigarette into the spittoon, and "snapped" upright, standing straight on the ground.

"Come, sit, don't be polite."

The old major walked in with a kind smile with his briefcase, pointed to the sofa, and motioned for her to sit.

The girl collapsed for a while, her legs were weak, and she suddenly felt like she was saved. On the slipway, I thought this old man was disgusting, but now he looks so kind.

The hook-nosed officer respectfully followed the old major, took the briefcase, and hung his coat and hat on the hanger.

"Sit down, don't be polite, hehe," the old major sat on the couch and pointed to the sofa opposite with a smile, "to Allah here is like at home." ”

The girl dragged her soft legs, moved to the sofa, and sat down slowly, her back soaked with cold sweat.

The hook-nosed officer brought two cups of hot tea and a plate of melon seeds on the coffee table. Then, he stepped back behind the old major, crossed his arms, and sat on his desk.

"Come, don't be polite." The old major pushed the tea and melon seeds in front of her and enthusiastically gave way.

The girl rubbed her aching knee and quietly surveyed the office.

The office is small and quite modest. The walls are painted with white lime, and the lower half of the gray-green paint has mottled peeling. There is a forty-watt light bulb lit on the ceiling, which is warm and warm, and it looks very comfortable. The windows were covered with thick black curtains, as if they were afraid that a single ray of light would leak out. There was a briquette stove burning in the corner, and outside the tin chimney channel, the room was warm.

Quite conspicuously, a glass frame hangs on the wall in the center, an oil portrait of a thin man. He was dressed in a crisp army and navy generalissimo uniform, with medals and ribbons, a sword, round-framed glasses, a head like a turnip, a large forehead, high cheekbones, and a serious expression.

She recognized it as Emperor Xuantong Puyi, the father of the current Jiade Emperor Yuchou of the Qing Dynasty.

"Look, how is this office in Allah?" The old major looked around at her, then asked with a smile.

The girl did not speak, but her eyes tried to look at the old major's epaulettes to discern what pattern was on it.

She knew that unlike the Ming Dynasty and Japan, the Qing Dynasty was very late in the reform of the Asian powers, and it was not until the 60s of the last century that it began to engage in foreign affairs and establish a new army. As for Emperor Xuantong's second restoration, cutting braids, dismissing eunuchs, and modernizing the army, it is only a matter of the last 20 years. The Qing army was also modeled after other countries, using a bar and a pattern area on the epaulette to divide military ranks. The epaulettes of the Ming army are bars and copper plum blossoms, and the epaulettes of the Qing army are bars and bronze stars. But the old major's epaulette in front of him was neither a plum blossom nor a star, but two bars and a small black dragonfly.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the old major smiled again:

"Nong Fu (no) said that Allah also knows, Nong thinks Allah is shabby here, hehe, Allah is poor and poor, Biver Nong Ming Dynasty, 'Suhu is ripe, the world is full', and the banknotes are old enough."

The girl stared at the little black dragonfly, a thought crossed her mind, her eyes rolled, and she said tentatively:

"Could it be that the 'sticky pole' is also shabby?"

"Oh? Oh, hahahaha......"

The old major turned his face and looked at the hook-nosed officer, and both looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Hehehe, good," the old major stopped smiling, nodded his head lovingly, and complimented, "Tsk, the little girl is embarrassed and dexterous." ”

Sure enough, it was the most terrible spy agency of the Qing court - "sticky pole".

Pukou was a district of Nanjing in later generations, but at this time, it became a large military town of the Qing Dynasty. Due to its direct view of Nanjing, the capital of the Ming Dynasty, the military position was extremely important, and the Qing Dynasty stationed heavy troops here, built fortifications, barracks, airports, warehouses, heavy artillery positions, locomotive depots, docks and docks, and the garrison here was several times more than the local residents. On holidays or weekends, the streets are full of soldiers, but there are few ordinary people.

In the walls of the garrison headquarters there was a small gray two-story building. This small building is inconspicuous compared to other office buildings in the headquarters. But from officers to petty soldiers, they all respect it, and if they can bypass it, they will bypass it. Even when it had to pass in front of it, it would bow its head and silence it, and speed up its pace, as if it would open its big mouth and swallow itself at any moment.

This is the branch of the "sticky rod" at Pukou.

It is said that this "sticky pole" was founded by Emperor Yongzheng back then, and it was originally just a service organization specializing in sticky cicadas, catching dragonflies, and fishing. When Yongzheng Yinzhen was still the prince, there were some tall trees growing in his mansion, and there were cicadas in the middle of summer. In the forty-eighth year of Kangxi, Yinzhen was promoted from "Dorobelle" to "Prince Heshuoyong", and the competition between Kangxi's many princes also reached a white-hot stage. Yinzhen has no quarrel with the world on the surface, but secretly formulates a program and stepped up the pace of competing for the reserve. Under the guise of "sticky poles", he recruited martial arts masters and trained a team of family members, whose mission was to spy on intelligence and eradicate dissidents. After Yongzheng ascended the throne, the sticky pole set up an organ and officially opened the office. The "blood droplets" widely circulated among the people are talking about the killer in the sticky rod.

After the death of Emperor Yongzheng, in order to deal with the factory guards with frequent activities in the Southern Ming Dynasty, the "sticky pole" not only did not remove, but continued to grow and develop. Later, Emperor Guangxu changed the law and changed the sticky rod where everyone talked about the tiger color change to a harmless name for a person and animals: "Imperial Family Concert Office". By the 20th century, the Imperial Cabinet (Sticky Pole Division) had become known as "the two most terrifying secret services in the world", along with the All-Russian Anti-Counterterrorism Committee (Cheka, later the KGB).

The internal personnel situation at the sticky pole is generally unknown to the outside world, only that it is all done by flag people.

……

At this moment another young officer called in, presented a document and a large envelope, whispered a few words to the old major, looked at the girl curiously, and withdrew.

The old major gestured back, and Tozin nodded, picked up the paper, and read:

"Qiu Yu Qiren, born in the sixth year of Xuantong (1915), that is, the fourteenth year of the pseudo-Ming Deyong, the Nanjing people's family, is the daughter of Qiu Laohu, the head of the Nanjing helmsman of the pseudo-tomorrow land meeting. Because of his disagreement with his father, he left home and was admitted to the puppet Ming Ningbo Naval University to study submarine command, and completed his studies in the first year of Li Jiade (1934), received the rank of second lieutenant, and served in the Nanjing Jiangxinzhou submarine base of the Yangtze River Fleet of the puppet navy, and successively apprenticed in the submarine "Mantis" and "Yellow Sparrow", and was promoted to lieutenant in June of the second year of Guardian, and served as the "Grasshopper" reconnaissance submarine commander ......

As he listened, the old major poured out the contents of the large envelope and slowly played with them one by one. A small foreign iron plaque engraved with a string of numbers and the word "Qiuqiu", a fountain pen, a waterproof pocket watch, a bunch of keys, a nail clippers, a small comb, a pair of hairpins, a few pins, a few Ming Dynasty coins, and a soaked purse. When I opened my wallet, there wasn't a few dollars in it, but where I should have put a photo of a couple, I put a cute picture of Mickey Mouse. The old major smiled slightly, put down his wallet, and with great interest, picked up a silver plum-shaped medal from the pile of bits and pieces, and played with it.

Qiu Yu shuddered, lowered his head, and muttered:

"That's mine...... My Medal...... Please put it down! ”