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In the winter of 1938, the puppet Manchukuo Fengtian Police Station.

A year and a half before he was imprisoned in Harbin Prison.

Dressed in a suit and holding a top hat in his hand, Xing Renju sat on the side of the desk in the corner, and the chair opposite him was empty. Xing Renju was waiting for someone, waiting for the younger brother of a close friend, and one of the few acquaintances he could find in Mukden.

After a long time, a middle-aged man wearing glasses, wearing a police uniform, and wearing a police officer's epaulette on his shoulders walked over slowly, went straight back to his seat and sat down, then took off his hat, took out a pen and paper from the drawer, and after putting it away, he raised his eyes to look at Xing Renju, and said in an extremely flat tone: "Brother Jiu, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, you haven't changed much." ”

Xing Renju knew that the other party was speaking in such a tone, and he didn't come up to hug him, it was entirely because the environment he was in didn't allow it, so he had to nod slightly and said: "My name is Xing Renju now, and Chen Jiujin's name has long been gone." ”

"Understood." The man put pen to paper, "I haven't changed my name, my name is still Pan Jiaming, and my current identity is the police captain of the Fengtian City Police Department in Fengtian Province, Manchukuo." ”

After Pan Jiaming finished speaking, Xing Renju looked very puzzled: "Police lieutenant supplement? ”

Pan Jiaming pretended to record something in the notebook: "This is the police rank set by Manchukuo in accordance with the Japanese way, the level is not high, the ninth class, it was only revised two years ago, the police were divided into eleven classes before, and now it is the twelfth class, I am more or less an official, it is inconvenient to talk here, wait for you to go out, go to the street behind the police station, there is a Japanese tavern called 'Sanhe', you wait for me there, I will come to you." ”

Xing Renju immediately pretended to say something, then thanked him, got up and left, and went to the Japanese tavern that Pan Jiaming said, and then ordered a bowl of amazingly expensive Japanese ramen in the tavern, and waited for Pan Jiaming to come while eating, and at the same time he was glad that he was wearing a suit, not a long shirt and a horse coat, otherwise, he would not be able to enter this kind of Japanese tavern that picks customers.

Compared with the Japanese immigrants on the street, the waiters here are already very polite, of course, the most incomprehensible thing for Xing Renju is that some of the guys he met on the train who held "Manchukuo resident certificates" and claimed to be Manchurian high-class people would always look at the people from Guannai with a contemptuous eye, and would always say "you Chinese" and something like that.

After a long time, Pan Jiaming, who had changed into casual clothes, walked in, and similarly, he was also wearing a suit and leather shoes, and took off his glasses.

"I'm sorry, I've been waiting for a long time, I've taken a detour for a while, I'm worried that someone is following me." Pan Jiaming sat opposite Xing Renju and whispered, "A month ago, the Fengtian Police Station underwent an internal purge, and the upper echelons dealt with all the policemen who were tainted or suspected of being tainted, and they were dismissed at the least, or thrown into prison. ”

Xing Renju drank the broth in the noodle bowl, and then put it down, "But you were spared." ”

"yes, I was spared, I had to be spared." Pan Jiaming smiled.

Xing Renju nodded slightly: "Jia Ming, you are still their person, right?" ”

Pan Jiaming nodded: "Yes, when we first met, I told you that my faith will not change." ”

"It's good, it's good that people can stand up for what they believe in." Xing Renju looked at the table, "I actually didn't want to alarm you, but when I came, after asking someone to inquire, I learned that you were here, and it was the police here, so I came without saying hello in advance." ”

Pan Jiaming nodded: "It's okay, let's talk about it directly, I can help if I can, we are friends of life and death." ”

"And that's not all." Xing Renju said in a low voice, "You are also the one who knows the existence of Xiaojin, and the person who knows where Xiaojin is, will also be regarded as the person who knows the hiding place of Qimen, so I have two things, first, to remind you to pay attention to your own safety, I am worried that someone will find you for Qimen, and besides, you are still a hidden person; Second, I want you to help me find someone. ”

Pan Jiaming immediately asked, "Who?" ”

Xing Renju wanted to take his own document bag, Pan Jiaming immediately said: "Don't leave anything, say it with your mouth, don't write, I can remember, I have a good memory." ”

Xing Renju subconsciously glanced around: "The person I want you to help me find is called Zhang Molu, nicknamed Baijiashi, a person from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and he is already very old." ”

Pan Jiaming asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"Beggars." When Xing Renju said this, he also frowned, "I know it's troublesome to find a beggar, but please help me find him." ”

Pan Jiaming thought for a while, repeated what Xing Renju said in a low voice, and then raised his eyes and said: "Okay, I know, I will find a way, five days later, at nine o'clock in the morning, the store opposite Fengtian Station, I will wait for you there on time, after you see me, buy a pack of cigarettes, and then come out, I will ask you to borrow the fire, and then I will tell you what I found." ”

After speaking, Pan Jiaming got up and deliberately said goodbye loudly, and shook Xingren's hand by the way, and then left.

Xing Renju looked at Pan Jiaming's back and felt that he was still a little hungry, but he was a little reluctant to continue to eat that expensive ramen here, so he paid the bill and took the briefcase and left, bought two baked cakes on the street, and looked for a place to live while eating.

This was the second day of Xingren's visit to Mukden, and one night he spent the night restlessly in the station at Mukden Station, because he always felt that someone was following him, but he didn't know where the other person was. He didn't know if it was because of the illusion caused by nervousness, or if the other party was a master, and although he noticed it, he couldn't catch the other party's tail.

The beggar named Zhang Molu that Xing Renju was looking for was actually the most famous merchant in the Jiangnan area, and the reason why he was nicknamed Baijiashi was also because he grew up in the beggar pile since he was a child, and he was an out-and-out natural beggar, and his reputation among the beggars in the Jiangnan area was also very famous, on the one hand, because of his fists and feet, on the other hand, because of his superb painting skills.

However, most people just "see his paintings but can't see his people", because Zhang Molu has been wandering around all his life, he is a beggar, he has no fixed place, and wherever he goes, when it gets dark, he just lies down there to sleep and rest. If he was hungry, he went to ask for food with a cane and a broken bowl, and very few people even saw his true face.

However, Xing Renju learned from Zhang Molu's close friend that when he was in the sixteenth year of the Republic of China, he accepted two apprentices, one named Chen Wenjing and the other named Chen Daxu.

And Xing Renju wants to find Zhang Molu, the main purpose is to make the clues of Qimen more complicated, he knows very well that the meaning of "Qimen reappearance" means that someone is eyeing Qimen, maybe one, maybe a group, maybe a lot of people, in short, what he wants to do now is not to blur the clues of Qimen, but to complicate it, so that those who track it don't know where to start.

However, what Xing Renju didn't expect was that when he appeared in Mukden, his photo and part of the information had already been placed on the table of Shen Dongjun, the head of the Intelligence Section of the Puppet Manchurian Police Agency at that time, and Shen Dongjun immediately took the train to Mukden after getting the information, but Shen Dongjun didn't expect that he would get on the special train of the puppet Manchurian government, let alone that he met Sun Muyan on the train, the person who had promised him that he could get everything.

The unexpected encounter between the two in the dining car made Shen Dongjun vaguely feel that it was not a coincidence that he could get on this special train, but arranged by Sun Muyan, because he was an unpopular person in front of the puppet Manchurian government and the Japanese.

When Sun Muyan walked towards him, Shen Dongjun subconsciously turned sideways and stepped aside, and then Sun Muyan said in a low voice when he walked past Shen Dongjun: "Ten minutes later, come to my room." ”

After Sun Muyan said this, he deliberately asked the conductor in front of him in a loud voice: "What is the number of my room?" ”

The conductor flipped through the notebook in his hand, and then said the number, Sun Muyan nodded and walked forward, Shen Dongjun wrote down the room number in his mind, raised his hand to look at the watch, he knew that Sun Muyan never liked people to be late.

Ten minutes later, Shen Dongjun opened the door of Sun Muyan's room, and the moment he entered, he saw another person sitting in the room with a black cloth covering his face, that person was sitting opposite Sun Muyan, and when he saw him coming, he immediately sat opposite, next to Sun Muyan.

Shen Dongjun locked the door and asked, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that Secretary General Sun still has guests here." ”

"My own people." Sun Muyan said calmly, "Sit down." ”

Shin Dongjun sat down and looked at the masked man intently: "Since it's your own person, why are you masked." ”

Sun Muyan said coldly: "This is the same reason as me pretending to be unfamiliar with you on weekdays. ”

"Understood." Shin Dongjun nodded subconsciously, "What instructions does the Secretary-General have?" ”

Sun Muyan looked out the window: "You have read all the materials on your desk, right?" ”

Shin Dongjun nodded: "I've finished reading it, and it's been burned." ”

"Hmm." Sun Muyan responded, "What reason did you use to go to Fengtian this time?" ”

Shin Dongjun took out a folded document: "Mukden found an important member of the Korean Independence Army, but it didn't startle it, just stared at it, and waited for me to go over before arresting it." ”

"Korean Independence Army?" Sun Muyan frowned, "Their number is not large, it is not a problem, the most troublesome thing is that * and the Kuomintang side, the Comintern is not a problem, after all, the Soviets have recognized the Manchurian Empire, but is your news true or fake?" ”

Shen Dongjun said: "It's true, in fact, I found out half a month ago, originally I didn't plan to interfere, but this time I want to go to Mukden, I must have a proper reason, otherwise our search for Qimen will be discovered, and once it is discovered, it will be wasted." ”

"Good." Sun Muyan smiled.

Shin Dongjun found that during the conversation between him and Sun Muyan, the masked man had not interjected, and had kept his eyes closed, sitting there motionless, lifeless, which made Shin Dongjun interested in this person, and at the same time felt a little chill.

After a long time, Sun Muyan said again: "As long as we find Qimen, there is hope for the restoration of the country, and we no longer have to grovel." ”

Shin Dongjun hesitated for a moment and said, "Your Excellency Secretary-General, I still have doubts about the treasures in Qimen, and I don't believe that what is hidden in it can really allow us to build an army that is enough to recover the Qing Dynasty and Korea." ”

Sun Muyan looked at Shin Dongjun, but said: "I also doubt your purpose, anyway, you have half Korean blood, but, on weekdays, you show quite disgust with your Korean identity, although you still have a North Korean name, but this is also forced, because the upper echelons of the Japanese intelligence department don't believe you at all, so they don't let you use a Japanese name, which is equivalent to saying that they don't give you a chance to integrate into them, they are very smart and know that you are a dangerous element, so, you have been dealing with the Korean Independence Army all these years, More ruthless than the Japanese, I know, you're acting in these things, but aren't you overacting? I remember you wrote an article earlier this year, in which you lashed out at Kim Gu (later known as the Father of the Korean Nation), saying that he was the real traitor of North Korea, but you went too far, you went too far. ”

Shin Dongjun shook his head: "I am different from Kim Koo, Lee Bong-chang (who attempted to assassinate the Japanese emperor in Tokyo, Japan in 1932), Yi Bong-gil (who threw a bomb in Hongkou Park in Shanghai, killing the Japanese general Shirakawa Yoshinori), and Syngman Rhee, these people are all different, I hope to build a strong Korean empire, not a weak, bullying vassal state!" ”

Sun Muyan said with a smile: "If your mother hears what you said, she must be very happy, because after all, she has the blood of the Korean royal family in her body." ”

"It's royalty!" Shin Dong-joon corrected.

Sun Muyan smiled: "Yes, the royal family!" ”

At this time, the masked man next to him opened his eyes and looked directly at Shin Dongjun.

Sun Muyan said again: "I have done everything that can be done for you within my authority, you must know that in the cabinet of Manchukuo, there are only a few people who are really loyal to the emperor, and the others have become loyal lackeys of the Japanese for self-preservation. ”

Shin Dongjun nodded, got up and bowed: "There is nothing else, I'll go first." ”

Sun Muyan looked up at him: "Be careful, if we succeed, in a few decades, we will be the heroes of our respective empires, and our stories will be told by the world." ”

Shin Dong-joon nodded and bowed again, opened the door and left.

Shen Dongjun, who left, saw that the corridor was empty, and there were men wearing trench coats and top hats standing at both ends, he knew that it was Sun Muyan's personal bodyguards, these people were all carefully selected masters in the Manchurian * team, and they were also strange people in the Northeast Army, no wonder Sun Muyan dared to let him enter the room directly, it turned out that this carriage was all his own, and the specifications of the secretary general of the Ministry of Finance of Manchukuo were about to catch up with the minister.

After five long days of waiting, Xing Renju rushed to the shop opposite Fengtian Station at the appointed time, and also saw Pan Jiaming standing there holding a newspaper, he immediately stepped forward to buy cigarettes, and then turned around and went out.

Walking to the corner of the street, Pan Jiaming stopped him and pretended to say, "Sir, borrow a fire." ”

Xing Renju pretended to grope for matches, and Pan Jiaming said at the same time: "There is a Christian church called 'Fengtian Old Church' on Shijianfang Street, there is a church there, and there is a house next to the church, and the person you are looking for lives there. ”

Xing Renju took out a match and gave it to Pan Jiaming, and after Pan Jiaming lit it, he returned the folded note and matchbox to him: "Write the address on it, be careful yourself." ”

Pan Jiaming then thanked him and turned to leave, Xing Renju stood there and waited for Pan Jiaming to go far away and get on the tram before leaving, he knew that his farewell to Pan Jiaming might be goodbye, but sadly, in this era, before they parted, they didn't even have time to say superfluous words.

Xing Renju knew that he found Pan Jiaming, which actually caused him a lot of trouble and increased his danger, the underground party like Pan Jiaming, the hidden personnel, in this environment, any small mistake may expose him completely.

Pan Jiaming is a hero who lives under the guns of the enemy.

Xing Renju then immediately rushed to the place mentioned on Pan Jiaming's address, and found the humble attic according to the address, and when he knocked on the door, what appeared in front of him was not the old Zhang Molu, but a young man under thirty years old.

Xing Renju was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Excuse me, is Mr. Zhang Molu and Mr. Zhang here?" ”

The young man quickly looked at Xing Renju with sharp eyes, and then asked rhetorically, "If you are not mistaken, you are my master's companion." ”

Xing Ren was taken aback, feeling that the young man's eyes were very poisonous, and he could see his identity at a glance, and he also immediately noticed the identity of the young man, and asked, "May I ask if you are Chen Wenjing or Chen Daxu?" ”

"Sure enough, it's Master's companion." The young man whispered, then opened all the doors and dodged to the side, "Sir, please come in and speak." ”

Xing Renju walked into the room, the young man closed the door and locked it, Xing Renju saw that the room was full of all kinds of messy things, but there were a few fine antiques, but more of them were pen and ink inkstones, painting paper and paints and other tools.

"Hello sir, I'm Chen Wenjing." After Chen Wenjing wiped his hands with a wet towel, he stretched out his hand to Xing Renju.

"Young and promising, it seems that you have the true inheritance of your master." Xing Renju smiled, "I don't know where Mr. Zhang is?" ”

Chen Wenjing shook his head and said, "Sir, my master has passed away, but he asked me to hide the news and told us to spread the news that we are with him no matter where we go." ”

Xing Renju sighed: "I see, mourning." ”

"It's okay, Master said, he has lived enough, and if he continues to live, he can only be a useless waste, it is better to die." Chen Wenjing smiled, "He is very optimistic, so my junior brother and I are also optimistic. ”

Xingren nodded: "Then it's good to ......."

Xing Ren stopped talking, and looked back at a painting next to Chen Wenjing, which depicted a chrysanthemum.

Xing Renju looked at the painting and said, "It's not that the flowers prefer chrysanthemums, but this flower is even more flowerless." ”

"It's a poem by Yuan Zhen." Chen Wenjing looked at Xingren and said, "Sir, what is the matter with your looking for my master?" Master said that after he passed away, if a colleague surnamed Xing came to his door, then he must do everything for him and agree to all the requests of the master. ”

Xing Renju was surprised at first, and then nodded and said: "Zhang Molu is worthy of being Zhang Molu, he only had one side of the relationship back then, and he can even be counted that I will ask him for help many years later." ”

Chen Wenjing hugged his fists and said, "Sir, please tell me anything directly." ”

Xingren nodded: "Help me hide something." ”

Chen Wenjing was puzzled: "How to hide?" ”

Xing Renju turned to look at the painting: "Hidden in the painting!" ”

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