10-1

Fuzhou Road Telegraph Office, Lu Yishan walked to the counter, picked up a form, and filled it out.

"I'll get the telegram."

She handed the form to the business window.

The other party looked at the form, looked at her again, and said, "Miss, there is no unsent telegram from your address." ”

"No, can you check it again?"

The other party pushed his form back.

"I'm sorry, I really haven't received it here, if you're afraid of losing it, you can take a message from the window on the left and ask."

"Oh, okay, thanks, maybe I'm too anxious."

As soon as she walked out of the gate of the Fuzhou Road Telegraph Office, two figures flashed in.

They grabbed the window where Lu Yishan had just handled the business, and went through all the documents, but naturally found nothing.

The form that the salesman handed back when Lu Yishan left was no longer the one handed in. The Fuzhou Road Telegraph Office is the liaison station of the underground party of the Chinese Communist Party, and Lu Yishan has always been in contact with Mr. Yan through here.

The secret radio stations of the underground party organization of the Communist Party of China in Shanghai serve the Jiangsu Provincial Party Committee and the Eighth Office respectively, but Mr. Yan's line has never mixed communication channels with other organs in the party. Every instruction from Mr. Yan was delivered through the most primitive plain-code messages, but these clear-code messages were sent to a number of non-existent addresses, and each time they were classified as thousands of "dead-file messages", and naturally there was no way to intercept them. Only the staff within the Telegraph Bureau can contact and sort out meaningful information, and then pass it on to Lu Yishan.

Wu Junyang didn't know about this secret contact point, and Yu Xiaoshu didn't know either.

On the way, Lu Yishan bought a bouquet of jasmine, she personally pruned the branches, opened the newspaper just now, wrapped the flowers, and then wrapped them in oiled paper. The shopkeeper habitually picked up the watering can and sprayed some water, and the bouquet of flowers became even brighter and brighter. The words on the telegraphic paper in the oiled paper slowly leaked away, becoming a blurry mass of ink, unable to be distinguished.

On the paper, there is the name and contact information of the new superior.

"Try to build new intelligence networks within familiar relationships, leaving no traces."

She muttered quietly, this was Mr. Yan's advice to her.

Lu Yishan reached out and stopped a rickshaw.

"Go to the Upper East Bank."

Bypassing the crowded Jiujiang Road, the coachman trotted all the way into Hankou Road, although it was afternoon at this time, but the clouds were deep and dewy, a heavy rain was coming, people were in a hurry, in a gloom, the five-layer dark green fine lattice window of the declaration hall was brightly lit.

The driver looked at the sky, stopped the car, and erected the canopy. At this moment, three black cars drove up at a rapid speed and stopped at the entrance of the declaration hall, their tires rubbing against the road, making a sharp and piercing grinding sound.

"Wait a minute," Lu Yishan called the coachman.

People all over the street looked at these menacing cars, and the people in the cars were all dressed in short clothes, got out of the car, and went straight to the newspaper office. At the door of the typesetting room on the first floor, several men in black and workers had a brief quarrel, and then a sudden gunshot rang out.

The crowd blew up the nest and fled in panic, the rickshaw driver hurriedly turned, but the wheels were pinned by the car coming from behind, and the whole rickshaw overturned on the street, Lu Yishan fell heavily from the car, regardless of the pain in his body, and hid behind a tree on the side of the street with his head covered.

Then he saw a familiar figure step out of the black sedan and strode into the bright light.

"Yu Xiaoshu?"

Lu Yishan stood up unconsciously, completely forgetting the pain in her body.