The same teahouse, the same location, and even the same tea, the two sat face to face again. Erhu's face is tighter, and even his face is gloomy, which makes the conversation on the opposite side look more and more springy.

"Something you want." Erhu opened his mouth first, and at the same time threw an oiled paper bag onto the table, "A big gift." ”

Tan Jing smiled and took the oiled paper bag in his hand and gently checked it, it was very light, as if there were only a few pieces of paper in it.

Erhu watched his movements coldly, and slowly picked up the cup and drank tea: "A big gift, I hope you are satisfied." ”

Tan Jing asked casually while unpacking the paper bag: "Oh? What a gift. ”

"One life." Erhu said coldly, "A nail in our ambush in your consulate." ”

Tan Jing pointed his fingers, there was such a thing in the secret service, this nail refers to him, or is it another dark line that he doesn't know? He took a deep breath without a trace, steadied his trembling hand, and slowly opened the oil packet to unfold the materials inside.

"I'll give you three days to dig out this nail, and this great credit is enough to prove our sincerity, but if you don't, it's not our fault. Three days later, I am waiting for you here, this time, this position, I hope you can give me a big gift. Erhu said, got up and shook off his dark robe, and walked away from Tan Jing. He was so anxious to notice that the conversation in his seat had completely stiffened, and even his face was covered with frost.

It was really a piece of information, and it was very detailed, and there was even an application form, and the name column was clearly written "talk about self-denial".

This is his information, his application, Tan Jing's hands began to tremble, he didn't have a mirror, otherwise he would definitely see his face pale. When he wrote this application, he was still young, and every stroke was full of childishness and innocence, as if he had condensed all his strength into the tip of the pen, and wanted to hand over his life for a new future.

How can a secret service have these things? Tan Jing quickly flipped through the stack of papers, and behind the application was some written information, about all the work arrangements after he joined Yan'an, some of which were true, but some of which were very fake. The papers were all yellowed and old, some damaged, and indeed looked like they had been taken out of a dusty stack of old papers.

Was it forged by Kotobuki Fujii? But the letter of application for joining the party was indeed the words of his personal consideration, sprinkled with several pages, pouring out all his reflections on current affairs and his experience after reading through the books. At the time of writing this article, he was in an unusually high state, and he did not sleep for more than a day and night.

Tan Jing looked at the application repeatedly, reading it word by word, trying to find some clues in it - there really was, and the problem was in the handwriting.

The handwriting of the application is very similar to his own, almost identical, and even he himself subconsciously thought that it was written by himself when he first looked at it, but this application has a problem that is not easy to find, at the end of each line, there is a faint ink dot.

It's all a knee-jerk reaction of the writer, who clicks a dot at the end of a line and then opens the next line. But this is not Tan Jing's reaction, Tan Jing has never had such a habit when he writes.

He had been in the teahouse for too long, and Dr. Tea, who had a white towel on his shoulder, walked over, smiled and hunched over and asked, "Sir, do you want tea?" ”

Tan Jing restrained the expression on his face, quickly put away the paper on the table, and took out a military ticket: "A pot of Tieguanyin." ”

Dr. Tea took the money and retreated. Tan Jing restored the oil paper bag to its previous position, and without waiting for the tea to be served, he got up and left, and at several tables behind him, Ge Sanye of Xingyi Hall was staring at him with a purple clay pot. Erhu reappeared after Tan Jing left, had already changed his clothes, and sat opposite Ge Sanye.

"What, something is wrong?"

"His reaction was intense." Ge Sanye raised the teapot to his mouth and took a sip of the tea inside, "This is not quite right, how could he react so excitedly when he saw the information of the bell?" ”

Erhu sneered: "Maybe the bell died in his hand." ”

"Then it shouldn't be that reaction." Ge Sanye put the teapot on the table. Dr. Tea, who had previously peddled Tieguanyin to Tan Jing, came over with a wooden tray, and when he saw the empty seat, he brought the tea to Ge Sanye with a confused face: "Third Master, the guest just now ...... it."

"Have you paid your bill?"

Dr. Tea shook his head resentfully, Ge Sanye gently picked the corner of his mouth, took out a military ticket and handed it to him, and said to Erhu: "The last time he met you, he even remembered to give a tip." ”

Erhu shook his head: "You say this, then there are too many suspicious things about him, the last time the conversation collapsed, this time he is still willing to come, he knows our identity, but he still does not move, and does not count our head as credit...... But these things can be explained for reason. ”

Ge Sanye laughed, the emotion between his eyebrows and eyes dissipated a little, took the pot of tea in Dr. Cha's hand, and poured it into his small pot: "Maybe I'm too cautious...... Fujii Shou said that the bell was dead, but he did not see the body...... Forget it, now it's up to him to see if there is any movement in the past three days. ”

Tan Jing returned home in a trance, lying on the bed with his clothes and staring at the ceiling. The gray building was tumbling down on him, breathless. The oil-paper bag he brought back from the teahouse was held tightly in his hand and placed on his chest, like holding a beating heart of Bubu. Tan Jing stiffened and lay on his back, his posture so strict that he could even maintain this position and be put into the coffin.

In the middle of the night, it seemed to be raining lightly outside the window. He heard the sound of raindrops falling from a height of 108,000 kilometers into the dirt pile, splashing dirty droplets, and countless creatures under the soil burrowed around, bathing in the moist soil and drawing dirty nutrients from it. There is silence between heaven and earth, and these unseen voices become clearer and clearer, deafening.

The table clock on the table in the study ticked and walked through a wooden door to his ears, like a man laughing strangely. Mizuya Jinfu, Tan Jing thought to himself, if his ghost was still hovering in this apartment, he must be standing by the bedside right now, mocking him and the oil-paper bag in his arms with a hideous face.

Did he do it? Tan Jing thought to himself, Miangu Jinfu discovered Qiu Yue's true identity, when Fujii Shou was still far away from the ocean and imprisoned, he commanded thousands of troops behind the scenes, accurately arrested his upline, and turned every place where the secret documents were hidden in the well rope - he was really cautious, the same information was placed in different places, but such caution did not escape the eyes of Miangu Jinfu.

Tan Jing blinked his sour eyes, and a blurred human face appeared in his field of vision, his mouth opening in a frightening way, as if laughing and roaring.

He blinked again, and the dark curtain shone a little, it must have been a faint light from behind the clouds in the east, the sun was coming out, but there were always people who woke up earlier than the sun. He heard the voices of people downstairs, the stalls that bought breakfast were set up, and the sellers of fresh fruits and vegetables at the morning market were also running from the suburbs in their cars, and the creaking sound of wooden carts was tooth-aching. Tan Jing secretly gritted his teeth, passed the numb sound all over his body, and then jumped up from the bed.

He opened the oil-paper bag again, and began to look through the work arrangements behind the application, some of which were true, but some of which were very fake, such fakes were for him Tan Keji himself, and those things that had not been done were full of holes in his eyes, no matter how vivid they were described.

Why did it falsify, Tan Jing put those work reports on the table in chronological order, he never wrote work reports, those notes were from Jing Rope, which was the information that Jing Rope handed back to his superiors after each task was completed.

Oh, well rope, well rope handwriting. Tan Jing narrowed his reddened eyes and pulled out a sneer. Jing Rope's notes, these people can even imitate his notes nine times out of ten, let alone Jing Rope?