After a torrential rain on Gulangyu Island in the afternoon, the sun is still like a charcoal fire, baking the streets washed by the rain and fire. Liu Zifeng walked on the streets, still pondering the sudden disappearance of the organizers of the demonstration, the backbone of the propaganda team, and the leaders of some associations from all walks of life; at present, the news obtained from the Xiamen Branch of the Anti-Japanese Salvation Association is that the Japanese gendarmerie has arrested them, and the question is how the Japanese know their identities and residences, and they have such a clear grasp, which shows that among the refugees, people, or students in Gulangyu, Japanese spies are hiding, and they have already obtained information about many anti-Japanese and national salvation figures. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel scared for a while.

Liu Zifeng tried his best to think about something, but he couldn't figure out a clue in his head, so he walked aimlessly on the street, feeling a little hungry as he walked, so he ate a bowl of sand tea noodles on the street, and hurriedly walked forward.

Liu Zifeng walked out of the lively, prosperous, noisy, and sweaty central area, and turned to a seaside road. He slowed his pace and looked at the sparkling white waves in the sun, as if they were about to set off an astonishing wave. The British, French, and Americans walking in the streets appear arrogant and arrogant; There were also drunken soldiers of various countries, poor Chinese, hungry old women and children, and foreign noblewomen in light veils. Here, oppression and oppression, plunder and plunder, wealth and poverty, pride and lowliness form a bizarre, brightly coloured, contrasting world of nobility and untouchables.

Liu Zifeng walked along the narrowing seaside road, with barbed wire nailed to the shore in front of him, and waves crashing against the seawall from time to time. Liu Zifeng stood on the slope of the seashore, looking into the distance, overlooking the white waves of the sea, the boundless blue sky, covered with a touch of blue water, on the sea, there was no gunboat and whistle, only seagulls were flying.

At this time, Liu Zifeng suddenly thought of Gorky's "Haiyan", "On the vast sea, the wind is gathering dark clouds. Between the clouds and the sea, the petrel flies proudly like black lightning. …… In this shout, there is a longing for the storm! In this shout, the clouds heard the power of anger, the fire of passion, and the confidence of victory. Liu Zifeng chanted quietly, and his body was suddenly full of strength.

Something suddenly occurred to him, he looked at his watch, turned and walked back. He entered the joint apartment, quickly ran up to the second floor, opened room 201 and entered. This is a suite next to the stairs, inside is a small suite, choose to live here has many benefits, one is easy to hear the movement outside, the other is a better view, you can better see the downstairs side of the road from the window, find the situation, and respond in time.

He came to the window, opened the curtain a slit, looked outside, there was nothing unusual, and looked at his watch, the hands pointed to two o'clock in the afternoon, and there were still 20 minutes to go.

Liu Zifeng took advantage of this short time to sort out the chaotic clues and try to calm his heart as soon as possible. Then he went into the bedroom, removed the two-seater sofa from the wall, and removed a square board from the back of the sofa, which immediately revealed a transceiver radio.

Liu Zifeng looked at his watch again, turned on the radio switch, adjusted the frequency, and put on headphones. Immediately after that, the radio light flashed, and a telegram was received in a short time.

Liu Zifeng quickly translated the secret message, "Japanese intelligence officers infiltrated the Gudao refugee camp, codenamed 'Snow Wolf', and quickly cracked it. ”

Liu Zifeng looked at the message carefully, struck a match, and burned the message.

He turned off the radio again, put it in the dark hole behind the square board, and leaned the sofa back to its place, then stood up, and came to the window again to stand still, looking at the distant seascape, the distant sky, which was so choppy.

He stood silently, and fell into deep thought: "Who is the 'snow wolf', is the snow wolf male or female, and what does the snow wolf look like?" Is there any connection between the disappearance of his comrades overnight and this 'snow wolf'? ”

There were a string of question marks, lingering and echoing in his brain, Liu Zifeng racked his brains, he didn't know, he frowned, and shook his head helplessly.