I sniffled and made a pitiful look: "I'm fine, Brother Tao, you're back." Wouldn't it be better to stay in the concession from now on? ”

The man known as Wang Tao has a gentle and elegant temperament, but he looks very bland, and his clothes are very ordinary, as if he is a clear soup and little water. In such a crowded restaurant, no one seemed to want to look at him more. I suddenly understood what Gu Zuoyan said, ordinary is also a natural advantage for underground work, which not only protects myself, but also allows the task to be completed smoothly.

As promised, he brought me a beautiful gift box, and I carefully removed the delicate outer packaging, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it contained perfumes and compacts from Paris. I happily received the gift in the handbag I carried with me, but my heart was terribly apprehensive. I know that behind the mirror there is the latest intelligence and the list of underground party members, and I am not careless at all.

Wang Tao and I chatted with each other, but our hands involuntarily clutched the leather handbag so tightly that the sweat from a few minutes had completely wet the handbag. Seeing that I was nervous and unnatural, he lowered his voice and warned me: "Restrain your emotions, I don't know if there will be Japanese spies among these people." ”

Somehow, his calm attitude affected me, and my anxiety disappeared in an instant. I also said in a whispered voice, "Okay, I won't do it again." ”

Wang Tao seemed to be busy, and he hurriedly finished the pasta he ordered, and then said goodbye to me. I wrote a note in the bathroom warning that the shopkeeper might be a Japanese agent, squeezed it in the palm of my hand along with the note I took out of the powder, and slowly walked towards the door. The note was getting sticky in my palm, and I lowered my brow to avoid any of them. According to Gu Zuoyan's initial deployment, I would accidentally stumble when I went out later, and the doorman would support me as soon as possible. In the brief moment of contact, I had to hand the note to the doorman, and make sure that no one present would see the flaw.

I rehearsed this scene countless times in my mind, and even did not hesitate to let Wei Eryue and I cooperate with me to rehearse it many times, and when it really happened, with the auspicious words that practice makes perfect, the cooperation between me and the doorman can be described as seamless and flawless. I thanked him faintly, and then got on the rickshaw without looking back. As for the doorman, he must have returned to his place by this time, and continued his work as if nothing had happened.

Later, there were many works of art that showed underground work, and with unbridled imagination, every underground party was shown as a tall and all-round hero, omnipotent, unattainable, and determined to die in every task. And their work is also full of thrills and conflicts, all of which are complex and difficult beyond the reach of ordinary people.

It is only natural that the audience will take artistic creation as reality and mythologize everything we do. My personal experience is a living negative example, not so much thrilling, and it does not require more courage and ability than ordinary people, more often it is a repetitive work day after day, relying on nothing more than our care and perseverance.

A few days later, I saw Shi Yizhi again at the station on my way home. He dragged me into the alley by the side of the road as people rushed up to get into the car. I know that he is coming to convey some information to me on behalf of Gu Zuoyan. I thought it was a new mission, but I didn't expect him to bring me unacceptable news: that is, my second brother was neither in the hands of bandits nor rescued by anyone, and it seems that he is really missing. Given the current situation, it would make sense to assume that he was dead.

From the perspective of a bystander, Shi Yizhi's words today can be said to be reasonable, but if the missing person is his own relative, reason is completely offline. I stared at the person in front of me angrily, as if he was the executioner of the second brother: "He is just missing now, I have a hunch that he must still be alive!" ”

Shi Yizhi had no choice but to lower his voice and persuade me: "Don't get excited, I'm just telling you a possibility." But after all, there is no conclusive evidence that he is no longer in this world, so you still have a chance to find him. ”

I asked him blankly: "Is this really your comrade's investigation, you are so powerful, why can't you even find the body?" ”

Compared with Gu Zuoyan, Shi Yizhi's patience was obviously much better, and he still patiently explained to me: "Shall I take back what I said just now, your second brother is not necessarily dead." However, now that the war is raging and the information is not smooth, it is not easy to find out the whereabouts of a person. If he lived, it would be fine. If you are dead, and there are countless corpses piled up on the road, where can you tell who is who? He sighed, "If my arbitrary words just now hurt you, I am here to apologize to you." I know that you are not reconciled, after I go back, I will let the comrades pay attention to your second brother's situation for a long time, for this matter, you can't despair, but don't hold up too much hope. ”

His heartfelt words touched me, and I nodded seriously: "I understand, you have your reason, and I also have my persistence, I hope you don't give up on my brother." ”

When I spoke to Shi Yizhi, my eyes were vigilant looking at the crowded streets, which is another good habit I learned from them, that is, to maintain a high level of vigilance at all times, because you never know if there will be an enemy lurking around you. Luckily, there were so many people on the beach, but I saw one of the two visitors who appeared in the bookstore that day in the rush of people.

I gently patted the back of Shi Yizhi's hand, but my eyes didn't stare at the man's face: "Did you see the man in the black coat next to the street lamp?" This is the guest of the bookstore owner I wrote in the note. I was afraid of arousing the man's alarm, so I hurriedly added: "Don't look, don't look at him, just listen to me." The last time I saw them, there were three of them, one was the owner of the bookstore, and this one was one of the two visitors. Their biggest feature is that they don't have a tall head and a standard Northeast accent. The bookstore owner is okay, the eyes of these two people are really powerful, it makes people shudder, they must not be ordinary people. I later went back and thought about it carefully, and judging from these clues, these people were most likely Japanese spies! ”