Huo Zuo was so seriously ill. In a trance, he heard the sound of the radio and found that not only he was sick in this world, but the whole country was sick.

He was in a desperate situation, and this trip forced himself into a desperate situation and finally found a way to live. Can the country? I don't know what will happen yet.

Since July 7, 1937, Japan has sent troops to North China, and the war has spread. Shanghai factories went on strike and schools were closed, and people rushed to the streets to demonstrate against Japan's aggression.

The Penglai domestic market has basically become the base camp for patriotic demonstrations and propaganda, Shen Yigong and Liang Qingwen went out very early to maintain stability, Song Qi was invited by the college students of Soochow University to give a speech since the night before, and he has not come back yet. After Huo Zuo got up, he went downstairs, and there were only two people left in the house, Zhao Ma and Xiaoqiang. Zhao's mother was busy washing and cleaning, while Xiaoqiang was walking in the shade of the grapevine trellis in the yard. The boy was covered in sweat, and his white vest was wet. He didn't pay attention to the people around him, but he heard someone talking to him: "How many years have you been practicing?" ”

Shen Qiang followed the prestige, and saw that it was Mr. Huo, so he hurriedly closed his feet to say hello to him, so Huo Zuo raised his hand and stopped: "It's okay." ”

The boy replied, "It's about six or seven years." ”

"What your dad taught you?"

"Hmm." He nodded, then remembered, "My dad said you were his master." You taught him kung fu? ”

Huo Zuo didn't nod, but he didn't deny it: "Sort of." ”

"Can you help me take a look, my dad has been too busy lately."

"Okay." Huo Zuo said, picking up a branch from the ground, "You play a set, I'll see." ”

Shen Qiang stood up on his waist, clenched his hands into fists, and looked serious. The courtyard was quiet, and a few streets outside the campus, there was a student procession, all opposing the Japanese army's increase in troops in North China. The Politburo's recruitment posters were plastered all over the streets, and all the young people who had their blood in their hearts rushed to the recruitment office.

Qin Mingyue watched the crowd of people marching downstairs, her eyes sank slightly, and behind her, the secretary Xiao Xu finally came out of the office and informed her, "Come in." ”

The woman stepped into Chen Ruifeng's office with the telegram in her hand. There was a choking smell of smoke inside, and Chen Ruifeng sat behind his desk with a frown. Seeing her come in, he asked, "What are you doing here, did Huo Zuo catch it?" ”

Qin Mingyue put the telegram in his hand in front of his desk: "Sir, Japan has already increased its troops towards North China, do you still need me to cooperate with the people of the Special Service Section to arrest Huo Zuo?" ”

"Xiao Qin......"

"This is a tiger skin, lips and teeth are cold, do you want to give Shanghai to others!"

"Xiao Qin, the affairs of the intelligence department are the affairs of the intelligence department, and the battlefield is the battlefield."

"I thought this was a battlefield without gunpowder."

"We need victory, but there are people who stand in front of the stage and shine, and we are hidden in the darkness and have to use these vile methods." Chen Ruifeng extinguished the cigarette in his hand and asked sternly, "This is an order, your only task now is to arrest Huo Zuo and shoot him directly by cooperating with the Japanese side." Do you still have any questions? ”

Qin Mingyue choked there, and after a while, she gritted her teeth and shook her head with the other party: "I have no doubts." ”

Chen Ruifeng waved his hand: "Then go out." I guess your partner is waiting for you. ”

She was kicked out of the office by her superiors. Outside, there were constant shouts of marching.

"Down with the ——! Japanese Imperialism"

"Serious protest against Japan's increase of troops in North China—"

Qin Mingyue raised her head and saw her figure reflected in the window, she looked at the Kuomintang military uniform on her body, as well as the blue sky and white sun military emblem on her forehead, and sighed inexplicably depressed.

What the hell is she doing now? What exactly is her mission?

The crowds marching through the streets formed a river and rushed in one direction, and the bright red slogans and glaring banners pierced her eyes. Qin Mingyue raised her hand and pressed the gun on her waist, she looked back at Chen Ruifeng's closed office again, and quickly left here.

In the office, Chen Ruifeng looked up at the door for a while, then reached out to pick up the phone.

"Hey, it's me. Send another group of people to check it out. Yes, if you find ...... Bring it back, and I will personally torture it. ”

The summer of July was surprisingly hot, the sun above scorched the roads, and the temperature continued to climb with the crowds.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Mingyue changed into a thin cheongsam and walked into the five-star hotel with a small rattan hand bag. After she walked in, she saw the man sitting by the window waiting for her for the first time, Jin Mu wanted to get up when she saw her coming, but she didn't expect her to walk quickly and put a cold and hard object against his lower abdomen.

Qin Mingyue grabbed him by the shoulders and pressed him back into the sofa. Jin Mu stared at her face with a pair of eyes wide, and when he lowered his head, he could see the silenced pistol held by the woman.

Before he could shout, the woman leaned down and kissed him on the lips, others only thought that it was a reunion between lovers in love after a long absence, but they didn't expect that the man had been shot twice in the abdomen.

Waiting for Qin Mingyue to stand up again, she put the dead man in a posture of lying on the table with her head down, put away the gun, took the pair of sunglasses in her bag and turned to leave.

The air is still muggy, and the humid air of the subtropical monsoon climate is pressing in little by little along the edges of the city.

The big bell in the house had just struck twice, Huo Zuo sat on the bamboo chair next to the door and chatted with Zhao's mother, Xiaoqiang didn't know where to go at this time, their school was suspended, and the classmates said that they were going to march too, and let Shen Yigong give training early in the morning. In the afternoon, the kid knocked on the side and asked Huo Zuo what he meant, and seeing that he didn't plan to care, he said, "Don't tell my father." ”

There was no one here.

Huo Zuo hasn't been so idle for a long time, and he has almost quit his addiction now, and he has peeled off the skin, saying that it is difficult to endure it, he is a person who is used to it. Zhao's mother wore the thin gold bracelet he gave to tear the sweet potato vine, and fried it with chili peppers at night, which was also a dish, which was quite clear. Mr. Huo shook his fan beside him, wanting to squint for a while. In this quiet afternoon, Leng Buding heard the sound of slamming the door.

Mother Zhao stopped her movements and raised her head, she wiped her hands on the apron with both hands, and put the basket down: "I'll open the door." ”

"Wait." Huo Zuoqian suddenly realized something, and stood up first, "I'll go, Mother Zhao." You're busy. ”

Mother Zhao sat back again, watched Mr. Huo put down the pu fan in his hand and got up and walked through the small courtyard and opened the door. He glanced at the people outside, and his heart calmed down inexplicably: "Come to me." ”

The plainclothes agent outside nodded to him. Huo Zuo said: "I'll go with you." My business has nothing to do with this family. If you don't do it, I won't do it, and if you want to do it, it's not so simple. ”

The people who came looked at each other and asked him to find a way, which was an answer. Huo Zuo took a deep breath, turned back to Mama Zhao and said, "Mama Zhao, I have something to do and go out first." Friends come looking for it. ”

Zhao's mother sat on the threshold and asked, "Then are you coming back for dinner?" ”

"Nope." He replied, "You can talk to Xiao Shen too." Thank you this time, and I'll come back to see you next time I'm free. ”

With that, he stepped out the door. Mother Zhao watched the door close for a while, looked thoughtfully at the pu fan on the small chair beside her, and let out a long sigh.

Huo Zuo followed closely by these four people, although he was at a disadvantage, he still looked calm and relaxed, as if he was patrolling his own territory with his own disciples. When he walked out of the alley, he saw Shen Qiang running back with a small parade flag covered in sweat, and when he saw this, he shouted: "Uncle, you are leaving!" ”

Huo Zuo beckoned to him and asked him to come over, a young man of about fourteen or fifteen years old was almost the same size as him.

"Xiaoqiang, there is something I have forgotten to tell you."

The boy looked puzzled.

The man said, "You look a lot like your parents." They would be happy to know that you are what you are today. ”

He patted him meaningfully on the shoulder after finishing his sentence, and followed the four people beside him without looking back. The young man was still standing in a daze, his hands lowered, and his eyes were misty. When he came back to his senses, Uncle Huo was no longer there, and he could only whisper to the empty alley: "Then my parents...... What the hell does it look like? ”

Everywhere was in full swing, except for the chill in the political apparatus. Huo Zuo followed these people to the place and went downstairs again, handcuffed during the process, and his head was covered with a cloth bag. The iron thing on his wrist was very uncomfortable, and the person who pushed him didn't know the severity, Huo Zuo counted in his heart, how many steps he walked, and how many stairs he went down were clear. After a while, it seemed that he was in place, and someone pushed him into a chair again.

He was not in a hurry to speak, and sat with his hands behind his back. First I heard the sound of leather shoes, and then I smelled the smell of smoke.

Someone spoke: "I'm really sorry to have to invite you like this, Mr. Huo." ”

The man ripped off the black cloth that covered his head. Huo Zuo looked at the person in front of him and laughed: "Chief Chen, I haven't seen you for a long time." I didn't expect you to give me a chance to meet. ”

"How many of you used to be a hero of the party-state, no matter how you are, you should be given a respect." Chen Ruifeng said this, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and raised his eyebrows with him, "Smoke." ”

Huo Zuo nodded, his addiction to smoking is also a well-known thing. Chen Ruifeng took out one and stuffed it into his mouth, and personally took a lighter and lit it for him. Huo Zuo asked him with the cigarette in his mouth a little embarrassed: "You invited me over, it's not for this cigarette, right?" ”

The other party sat down on the small chair in the interrogation room with an elegant posture, cocked Erlang's legs, and shook his head with the eyes in his hands: "If you say something, it won't look good." But if Mr. Huo likes to speak directly, it's fine. That's a hassle-free. ”

After speaking, he raised his head and smiled very slyly.

"Xiao Qin, it's your turn to come."