Wang Donghai and Ma Qutian could not live in the two-story building in the suburbs of Xiamen for a long time, so in order not to be discovered by the Japanese puppets, they hid the radio station and went to the street. After a while, they came to a remote inn and found a room on the second floor facing the street. Guangzhou, Hong Kong, Shanghai and small and medium-sized cities along the coast all have their store numbers here, and business travel is frequent, and it is not easy to attract the patronage and attention of Japanese spies. What used to be a thriving scene is now deserted.

After they settled down, Ma Yuntian took a cold shower, shaved his beard, and walked out into the street. The hotel sign in the square is still as dazzling, but it is deserted inside, and it is surrounded by a noisy neighborhood in the past, and now only some yellow-faced and skinny old people are picking up scraps, and some hungry people are actually fighting with some hungry dogs who have lost their owners, fighting for the bones thrown by the Japanese soldiers.

Ma Yuntian walked through the square sadly, and met an unkempt old woman who asked him for money, he gave her a banknote, and the old woman kowtowed frequently. He walked on again, and soon came to a restaurant area, and was greeted by desolation. He stopped in a small nearby restaurant and looked inside, only to see that the doors and windows were dilapidated, and the tables, chairs, and chopsticks were piled up everywhere, and there was no one. Many stalls with daily necessities and all kinds of omnivorous stalls are also closed, and benches, wooden planks and garbage are piled up together, making it a "paradise" for rats, flies and insects. Their owners may have fled for their lives or been caught in the "Great Manhunt". Ma Yuntian looked around and felt sick to his stomach and vomited.

He hurriedly left the place, and after more than an hour of searching, he finally found some meat and vegetables, and returned to the inn. After entering the door, he saw Wang Donghai sitting in the room fiddling with the dilapidated radio.

Ma Yuntian was busy putting the meals into the lunch box and placing them on the table one by one. He whistled happily as he laid out the dishes.

Outside the door, Wang Donghai occasionally turned the knob of the dilapidated radio to an international news channel, and the radio suddenly came out: "According to the British Reuters report, Wang Jingwei, vice president of the Kuomintang, recently declared in a conversation with a reporter from the German Haitong News Agency, 'While resisting aggression, China has not closed the door to mediation by a third country,......

Ma Yunfei in the living room set up a table of dishes, grabbed a piece of meat and threw it in his mouth, and said to himself: "I'm lucky today, I can finally open a foreign meat, but I will be suffocated." He shouted to the door again: "Take, it's time to eat." ”

Wang Donghai did not answer.

Ma Yuntian came out of the living room and called Wang Donghai, who was stretching his neck to listen to the radio. He put his hand in front of his mouth and motioned to Ma Yuntian not to squeak. Ma Yuntian also came curiously to listen together.

The radio continued: "On the 21st, Wang Ching-wei met with a reporter from the British Reuters News Agency and once again expressed his willingness to negotiate with Japan to achieve 'peace,' saying: If Japan puts forward the conditions for peace, it will not harm the survival of the Chinese state, and we will accept it, and this will be the basis for discussion, and everything will depend on the conditions put forward by the Japanese side." ”

After listening to the radio, Wang Donghai casually scolded: "This big traitor, this traitor!" ”

"This Wang Jingwei Tian shamelessly talked about 'peace' to the Japanese devils, didn't the blood of so many anti-Japanese soldiers be shed in vain!" Ma Yuntian said with regret: This Wang Jingwei, isn't he afraid of being pointed out by thousands of people, leaving a stench for thousands of years!

Wang Donghai said angrily: If I seize the opportunity, I must shoot him!