The sky was overcast, and layers of dark clouds piled up on the canopy, and the color was heavy like the construction waste left by the Jade Emperor when he built his house. Midai Ono held her burden and stood on the broken dock full of people, feeling that she didn't need her own strength to stand upright, just the bustling crowd could hold her upright.

Zhu Qi was by her side, spreading his two arms to protect her and squeeze forward, Ge Sanye's ship should be the third or fourth to enter the port, early, and unobtrusive.

He cursed and cursed, and when he met people glaring at him, he widened his eyes bigger than the other ones, and this fierce look frightened many people, and made them squeeze to the front of the ship without any problems.

"Seventh Master, here." The guy on the boat greeted him, and then waved his hand to drive people away and make way for him, "The bunks are all ready, I heard that there is more master this time?" ”

Zhu Qi nodded, pushed Ono Meidai to the front, and let her go to the deck first: "This Hu Ye." ”

The man greeted her graciously, and reached out to help her. She wanted to hide, but in the end she held back, reached out and put her hand on his wrist, borrowed a force, and lightly made an appointment to the deck.

Zhu Qi then jumped over, and the guy took them to the cabin, one room for two people, separated by a curtain in the middle, simple, but very tidy.

Zhu Qi frowned when he saw it: "Don't you have a single room?" ”

"Ah, a private room?" The guy was stunned, "Seventh Master, what are you kidding, let's be a cargo ship, not carrying passengers, where can we get a single room." Besides, the third master said that you should take care of this master, so I can't arrange the two of you separately. ”

Zhu Qi waved his hand again and again: "Let Hu Ye live in this room by himself, and I will go and squeeze with you Wu Touzi." ”

The guy didn't object, Zhu Qi is his own person, squeezing it is not in the way, and he responded happily at the moment. But Ono Meidai stopped him: "Forget it, Seventh Master." ”

She lowered her throat hard, and the business she came out was rough and dumb, not like a middle-aged man, but it was definitely not a woman's voice: "That's it, isn't there a curtain here." ”

Zhu Qi is still waving his hand, calling her Hu Ye, but he can't really treat her as a man, and regardless of the difference between men and women, it will only hinder Tan Jing's face, and he can't be in the same room with Ono Meidai's lonely men and widows. But Ono Meidai insisted on not letting go, and said: "You don't listen to the words of the third master?" Besides, I have something to discuss with you. ”

At this point, Zhu Qi finally relented, put his luggage on the wooden board bed on the left, and then sent the guy out, and Ono Meidai personally went to plug in the door and opened the curtain. There was a table in the cabin, but there was no chair, so she sat on the bed opposite and said to Zhu Qi: "I'll go to Yan'an." ”

Zhu Qi looked surprised, and his expression didn't look like a fake. Ono Meidai laughed: "Why is this expression, I thought that the third master had already arranged with you, if you want to persuade me to join the gang at all costs, is it because I think highly of myself?" ”

Zhu Qi hurriedly waved his hand: "Say yes, I just didn't expect that I hadn't persuaded me yet, and you took the initiative to join the gang yourself...... Can I ask why? ”

Ono Meidai smiled, didn't take this sentence, and instead pointed to the burden around Zhu Qi: "Codebook, do you plan to give Chongqing a copy?" ”

"Of course it is given, and it must be given as soon as possible, and it will be delivered one day earlier, and it will work one day earlier." Zhu Qidao, "It's just that the time is limited, and it's too late to copy by hand, so I plan to take photos directly and send the film over." ”

He patted the burden lightly: "The amount of film is very large. ”

Ono Meidai asked again: "How to send it, is there a channel?" ”

"Don't worry, we've got in touch." Zhu Qi grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellowed teeth, "I can't ask you to come forward." ”

Ono Meidai nodded, the last time I took a photo in the confidential room of the consulate, I was panicked and anxious, the more I got to the end, the more blurred the photos I took, and the last few were simply unreadable, even if they were washed out, they had to go through a decipherment procedure again.

But it's better than nothing. She cooperated with Zhu Qi, one person filmed a part, and soon finished filming all. The boat they took took along the Yangtze River waterway, all the way west, stopping at every pier. Zhu Qi took Ono Meidai off the ship from Wuhan, he placed Ono in the merchant gang, and then went out alone to deliver film, and after coming back, he set off, went to the northwest of Hubei, and quickly entered the territory of Shaanxi.

Both of them changed their makeup after leaving the Shang Gang, because even if Zhu Qi had the ability to maintain her makeup, they didn't have enough tools in their hands. So Ono Meidai regained her true colors, changed her clothes, dressed up as an ordinary rural woman, followed Zhu Qi, and called him "in charge".

The closer he got to Yan'an, the more excited Zhu Qi became, and he began to talk to Ono Meidai about the days of Yan'an. The latter has never been deep into the Chinese mainland, just listening to it is curious enough, she originally went to Yan'an with resentment towards Chongqing, but now she feels that this decision is not a good decision, on the way here, she has heard a lot of things about Yan'an, not only Zhu Qi herself, which makes her full of curiosity about the party that she has heard about for a long time, but is still mysterious.

"It's almost all that should be said, I'm stupid, I can't say it well, anyway, you'll see it for yourself when you arrive, and there's only one thing left now." They stayed in Xi'an for a few days, and Zhu Qi gave Ono Meidai another envelope, "The third master gave it to you." ”

Ono reached out and took it, smiling, "You've given me a lot of envelopes." ”

"The last one," Zhu Qidao, "is all given by the third master." ”

Ono Meidai opened the last envelope with her hands, the envelope was very thin, only half a page, and the beginning read: Intelligence officer Zhong Sheng, female, whose real name is Hu Fei, studied in Japan......

Her experience, put on the name of Tan Jing, and then concealed her origin. The smile on Minera Ono's face faded as she read, and finally disappeared without a trace. Half a page was read quickly, and her whole face seemed to be frozen by an ice shell, and she slammed the paper to the ground: "I'll go back to Chongqing." ”

Zhu Qi picked up the letterhead, but didn't look at the contents on it, he already knew what was written on it.

"I can't see people through my experience? Yan'an hates all the Japanese? Why should I take someone else's name? She scolded angrily, "You should have told me earlier, so that I don't have to toss this trip, and I can go back to Chongqing directly when I am in Wuhan!" ”

Zhu Qi put the page on the candle and burned it, he looked at Ono Meidai, and said slowly: "We once captured a Japanese surgeon, and later he operated on one of our division commanders. ”

Ono Meidai was still angry, glared at him fiercely, and waited for his next words: "Yan'an accepts and trusts the Japanese, this is the selfishness of the third master, Tan Jing entrusted you to him, so he hopes that you are safe and sound." ”

Ono Meidai looked at him in disbelief: "This is what Tan Jing meant, he asked me to take his name?" ”

"This is what the third master meant." Zhu Qi didn't hide it from her, "Tan Jing gave him a task and asked him to protect you at all costs, so the third master carried out this task." ”

Regardless of the cost, Ono Medai has heard such words many times, complete the task at all costs, kill this person at all costs, she should have been used to these six words, but when it was linked to herself, she realized that these six words were so unfamiliar.

You are also someone who does whatever it takes. Ono thought to herself, she wanted to get the paper again, but Zhu Qi had already burned it to ashes, so that she could only touch the black ash left on the table.

"In addition, the third master has another selfish motive." Zhu Qi said again, "He hopes that you can have a position in the rear as soon as possible so that it is convenient for the future...... To rescue Tan Jing, he can give Tan Jing another name, but the people will not forgive the traitor who was once scolded by everyone because of a name. ”

"You used to protect each other and cooperate with each other, and now I hope you can rescue each other."

Ono Meidai was silent, she pressed her fingers, and those black ashes became a black rainstorm, falling from her fingertips, and she wiped it with her hand, and the pitch-black color covered the original desktop color tightly: "Most of those who are engaged in intelligence work will not end well, and Chinese and foreign counterparts are the same." ”

"Do you regret it?"

"Maybe, but if you go back in time and do it all over again, you might make the same choice." She rubbed her blackened fingertips, "I thought I was out of the battlefield, but now it seems that I have just joined another battle. ”

Yan'an's long-lost senior agent "Bell" Hu Feirong returned to her hometown, she was absorbed by the martyr Jing Rope when she was in college, joined the party, and then went deep into the tiger's den, stole one confidential information after another, and made great contributions to the war of resistance on the hidden front, until her identity was revealed and she had to withdraw to the rear. She was warmly received by senior leaders, and all unknown efforts and merits were recognized. The populace in the rear did not know exactly what she had done, but understood that she was a great hero in resisting the invaders, so they fanatically pursued her and gave her the same treatment as a war hero. And she did not disappoint her efforts, once again devoted herself to intelligence work, put her experience and lessons accumulated on the front line into practice, and gradually stepped into a leadership with considerable power.

She finished what Ge Sanye wanted her to do, and she became a person with status.

In 1945, the U.S. troops landed on Iwo Jima and started the first battle on the Japanese mainland, although the war in China has not completely ended, most of the Japanese troops in the occupied areas have withdrawn to Japan one after another, and they have resisted the attack of the American army on their own land, and the coastal area is no exception. Half a year after losing contact, Hu Pan finally received the news of Tan Jing, which was a piece of information, which was only sent to herself: Wu Peng was released from prison safely.

The whole world has seen that Japan's defeat is decided, and not only all the people and all parties who have worked hard for the defense of the country, but even the whole world is paying attention to the upcoming founding of this long-suffering ancient country in the East. At this time, Hu Fei submitted "Some Thoughts on Post-war Intelligence Work" to the organization, and took the initiative to ask for help and went to the front line again. Her application was quickly approved, the long-dormant code name "Bells" was reactivated, and the day she left Yan'an, her heart was suddenly filled with pride, and the little Bourgeovian mood made a comeback, and she felt like a medieval knight, riding a horse to save a castle.

On August 15, 1945, Japan officially surrendered, and the Chongqing Nationalist Government stepped out of the heavy mountains and took over the country full of holes. The wartime account began to be liquidated after the war, and Tan Jing lived up to his title of "the biggest traitor in the history of the Primorday", and was arrested and imprisoned before the Japanese army had even evacuated.

Former acquaintances met again in prison, and they had met countless times, at high-end cocktail parties, at the town hall, and even at the consulate, when everyone was well-dressed and talked and laughed, as if they had found the most solid backrest.

Tan Jing was the calmest of the group, he took off his expensive suit, wore a faded blue cotton gown, and chatted with people in prison, from Shakespeare to Ibsen's new plays, like a real literati. But most of the people he talked to were daunted, and in fact, their numbers were decreasing day by day, and when the time came to settle the accounts, those who had sold their souls would not be able to keep their bodies.

Mr. Tan gradually became one of the few survivors, and a month later, he was transferred to prison. This time, all the inmates turned into raw faces, and most of them were in rags, as if they had written all their suffering on their faces. This time, no one was dragged out and shot, one by one they were tried, fined, imprisoned, or went to work as coolies, and finally there were only a few people left, such as Tan Jing.

He is still in prison like a fish in water, looking for someone to chat, the reporter's ability is to be able to talk to three religions and nine streams, in the previous prison, he chatted with people about mountains and rivers, in this prison, he talked with people about the Riba people, in short, only to speak, there is no cold time. His fellow inmates soon discovered that he could read and write, so they began to call him sir, begging him to ghostwrite, write letters to his relatives outside the prison, and give him some food that could be eaten as a polishing pen.

Tan Jing's words are very beautiful, sometimes rising, and deliberately writing in different calligraphy, this letter imitates Yan tendon, that stroke writes willow bones, and the inmates who beg him to write a letter to his family can't understand the doorway, but they can see that it is good, and they will compete to circulate it.

But fewer and fewer people asked him to write letters to his family, and fewer and fewer of his fellow inmates were called by name. It was as if he had been forgotten, and gradually, the waiting lost its purpose. He was still looking for someone to talk to, but those high-minded talks gradually became like a reluctant interest, Tan Jing felt that his will was strong enough, he didn't want to let himself survive the Longtan Tiger's Den, and finally collapse in the post-war prison.

He began a new round of waiting, waiting for the day when he would be judged.

Heaven didn't make him wait too long this time, and soon, the prison guard came to call his number, and the two cold numbers now represented his whole person.

Ge Sanye seemed to have told him this: The name is just a code name. He has had many code names, each with its own meaning, and so many code names represent himself, but they seem to be different.

"21st, 21st." The prison guard shouted, suspecting that he had misheard, and repeated it two or three times before replying, "Yes, the 21st is here." ”

The guards of this prison no longer cast disgusted and hateful glances at him, and the way he looked at Tan Jing was the same as when he looked at other prisoners, without the slightest superfluous emotion. Tan Jing dragged his handcuffs and walked slowly behind the two prison guards, looking at the courtyard in the high wall, and mischievously thought to himself that with his skills, if he wanted to escape from prison at this time, these two yellow-faced and skinny prison guards should not be opponents.

The courtroom was set up in the office area of the prison, a small room, and a woman in uniform sat on a high platform, standing with the trial book in her hand, completely covering her face. Tan Jing dragged over to the dock and sat down, and the prison guard who brought him in did not stay in the house, but closed the door from the outside. The woman at the top began to read his charges, her voice was silent, and she was also emotionless, but as soon as the words came out, her heart was shocked: "Tan Keji, a newspaper reporter, was imprisoned in November 1945 for stealing public property from the newspaper, and the circumstances were serious, and he was detained for 15 days and fined 300 yuan. On the day of the trial, the prisoner had already served 21 days in prison and was released on the spot. ”

After the people on the high platform finished reading the verdict, she took down the things that blocked her face, revealing her face with clear eyebrows, and the corners of her lips on that face moved slightly, as if she was laughing, and as if she was about to cry, ushering in a bitter cry. Tan Jing couldn't distinguish the complicated emotions on that face, he could only hear her voice, and heard her say: "Talking about reporters, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”