"Tuk, tuk, tuk" Hearing a few rhythmic knocks on the door, Xiao Yuntong got up and was about to open the office door, but found a piece of paper stuffed into the crack of the door. She picked up the paper, found it to be a blank piece of paper, and hurriedly lit the alcohol lamp, took out the chemical potion from the trace, and smeared it on the paper, and the font began to appear in the light of the lamp. The note states that the plan should be changed if the situation changes. Send my cousin away tomorrow night. After reading it, she hurriedly rejected the fire and turned it to ashes.

After pondering for a while, Xiao Yuntong walked out of the infirmary with the prepared potion.

In the quiet hospital, Xiao Yuntong walked into room 302. Although it was silent, Cai Jiafu looked around vigilantly, and as a day passed, Song Hui opened his eyes. As the No. 2 commander of the military region, he was actually very reluctant to come to the hospital in the enemy area, because it was easy to expose the target and the comrades who were hidden on the front line would be implicated.

Xiao Yuntong approached the bed and saw that his cousin's eyes were closed and he was breathing evenly. Whispered, "Cousin, cousin." Hearing her voice, he opened his loose eyes and asked gently, "Table, are you here?"

Xiao Yuntong pulled out the hanging bottle and said in a low voice: "Due to the change in the situation, the organization has decided to send you out tonight." ”

Xiao Yuntong held it down and told him that the person who came to pick him up would arrive soon. According to Aomatsu, the Japanese are now very strict, and for the sake of safety, they can only leave by boat on a dark and windy night.

"How's my cousin's body recovering?"

Xiao Yuntong said: "The wound has not healed yet, but as long as it is not a violent exercise, the wound will not crack." As he spoke, Zhang Peng quietly walked in. This is not the place to speak. Portraits of Comrade Song Hui were posted everywhere outside. ”

"What's going on?"

"It must be something from the outside and from the inside."

"When we went to Shanghai, few people knew about it except for the chief and the director." Cai Jiafu said.

"It's possible that the enemy has planted an inside line on the back of the house, or that there is a traitor. All tonight we have to send you away. Xiao Yuntong said.

"No! I have to connect with Nighthawk. Song Hui said categorically.

"I'll talk about the joints later. Heal your injuries first. Liang Zhengfeng said: "Three days later, the Japanese envoy set off from Tokyo to Shanghai, and in the past few days, the Japanese have to carefully check the people who come and go on the train, and we decided to send my cousin home by water." This is a pack of feigned death powder. ”

Xiao Yuntong knew that this kind of poisonous, paralyzing nerves, no breathing and no pulse after taking it, but after a few days, it would wake up normally and bring people back to life. Once the dosage is over, it will make people cry out.

At this time, Zhang Peng, who was on guard outside, walked in and hurriedly said, "There are very Japanese soldiers outside." ”

Time was pressing, Xiao Yuntong adjusted the dosage and asked Song Hui to take it, and two minutes later, he entered a state of suspended animation; After clever makeup, Song Hui, who faked his death, became a dead leper and was carried out through the back door.

On the side of the street, a few figures swayed in the muddy light.

"Yaga!"

"Taijun!"

"What are you guys doing?"

"Taijun, we are going to be a funeral!" Zhang Peng, who bent his eyebrows and bent over, took off his felt hat.

The Japanese soldiers led by him said fiercely: "Funeral? There is a reason for burying the dead at night! ”

"My brother, he's got leprosy."

The groveling Lao Li took out a few pieces of money from his pocket and stuffed them into the hands of an imperial army next to him: "Taijun, you can do it, my brother, the corpses are all rotten." Fangfang, a Lianluo member dressed as an aunt, was in one, crying to death.

"Open it and take a look!"

"No, Taijun! This is a great disrespect to the dead. ”

"Open!" The unrelenting Japanese soldier raised his gun and shouted. Helpless, the four people carrying the fake corpse had to open the coffin through a gap.

Song Hui's face under the light was hideous, and he smelled of corpses from time to time. Seeing that there was nothing suspicious, the Japanese soldiers had no choice but to let them go.