Liu Zifeng was secretly escorted from Gulangyu to the cell of the Xiamen secret service on Shentian Road, which was personally arranged by Chief Tamura. At this time, Liu Zifeng curled up in a corner of the prison, thinking about a question over and over again: What went wrong when he was arrested? Only a few people know about his identity and organizational relationship, and his actions are hidden, and the owner of the photo studio will not know about the radio station, so his identity should not be exposed.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a lot more calm. He repeatedly warned himself, "You must not fall for the poisonous scheme of the Japanese puppet spies, you must not give in no matter what situation you encounter, and you can only get out if you persist, but you must find a way to inform your comrades of what happened to you." ”

Thinking of this, Liu Zifeng quietly rubbed to the door of the prison cell and chatted with the pseudo-prison guards guarding it: "Boss, I hear that your accent looks like a Shanghainese, and you look quite young, if you don't wear this clothes, you look like a government worker." ”

The pseudo-prison guard looked at it and couldn't help but say, "This gentleman really has eyesight, and he deserves to be an anti-Japanese element." I am a native of Shanghai, and after graduating from Xiamen University, I applied for a job in the municipal government, and later became a section chief, but I didn't expect that after the fall of Xiamen City, I was sent here. Alas, he has only been an unlucky prison guard squad leader until now. ”

"Oh, that's right!" Liu Zifeng thought for a while, and then flickered: "Based on my observation, you have a rich face, although you fall into a trough for a while, you will soon rise step by step." Unlike me, a photographer, no one wants it, it's hard to find a job, and it's even harder to get a good meal! ”

At this time, the prison guard squad leader leaned his face over and asked curiously: "Mr. Liu, you don't seem to be taking pictures, tell me how you joined the anti-Japanese organization?" ”

Liu Zifeng paused for a moment, pretending to be very aggrieved and said: "Where am I an anti-Japanese element, but I am just a photographer, and I don't know why, I was caught by them in a daze." ”

The gendarmerie squad leader pitifully: It doesn't matter if you are or not, as long as you are caught and want to get out, it will be difficult. A few days ago, two people were arrested, and I heard that it was the owner and the proprietress of a photo studio, both of whom were Shunmin, and they did nothing, and they were beaten to death by the Japanese. Seeing that you are also innocent, if there are people outside, you should quickly find a way, otherwise it will be too late. ”

Liu Zifeng listened to the silence on the surface, but he was shocked in his heart, what he was worried about finally happened.

He quickly stabilized his mood and said sadly: "The boss of the photo studio is my boss, I didn't expect to die so miserably." ”

The prison squad leader was surprised and said, "Oh, then you guys are so unlucky! ”

Liu Zifeng hurriedly begged the prison guard squad leader: "Brother, thank you for your advice!" I thought I would just squat here for a few days and go out, but I didn't expect it to be so serious. I have an uncle who teaches at Xiamen University and has some connections with Mayor Li of the municipal government, and I wanted to write a letter asking him to try to save me. Can you help me find pen and paper? ”

"Alright then, I'll go get it for you." Liu Zifeng didn't expect that the prison guard squad leader would happily agree.

It didn't take much effort, but the squad leader of the prison guard brought letterheads, envelopes, and pen and ink, handed them over, and said, "You have to hurry up and write, I'll go outside and show you, if the Japanese see it, I'll lose my head." After he finished speaking, he stood outside the door and set up a whistle for Liu Zifeng.

Liu Zifeng spread the letter paper on his knees, picked up a brush and quickly wrote on the letterhead: "Uncle Cousin, I fled to Gudao and suffered an accident, and now I am detained in the Xiamen Military Police Battalion, and life is better than death. Hope to try to rescue. Zifeng looks forward to thanks! ”

He wrote the letter and handed it to the prison guard squad leader: "I've written it, can you check it?" ”

The prison guard squad leader impatiently ordered: "Oh, check something, hurry up and write an envelope to seal it, and I will send it out for you." In addition, I tell you again, when they beat you, hold on, don't change your words. ”

"Okay, thank you!"

After Liu Zifeng finished speaking, he hurriedly filled out the envelope, and handed the only ten yuan on his body to the prison guard squad leader and said, "You can use the rest of the money to buy cigarettes and smoke."

The prison guard squad leader took the money and the envelope and turned to leave.