In the innermost cell of Xingyayuan Prison, Hong Chengda lay on a simple bed, looking at the roof of the cell, his eyes full of strength and despair.

Outside the cell, a chef Xia, about 60 years old, wearing work clothes and carrying a lunch box in his hand, was followed by two Japanese soldiers with loaded guns and live ammunition, apparently monitoring the master.

The three of them walked towards the cell. Along the way, many anti-Japanese patriots who were imprisoned in various prisons looked out from the iron windows on the doors and windows, and their eyes almost fell on the lunch box that Master Xia was carrying. Their faces were thin from hunger, and their eyes were full of longing.

The two of them came to the innermost cell, and the Japanese policeman outside opened the door, and two Japanese soldiers supervised the food delivery master and walked in.

Chef Xia walked in cautiously, put the lunch box on the ground, took out two steamed buns and a plate of side dishes from it, and put them on the table.

Master Xia nagged while taking the food: "These are all specially made for you by Taijun in the back kitchen, other prisoners do not have this treatment, you remember to eat, you must eat this steamed bun, don't let down their hospitality and kindness." ”

The Japanese soldiers shouted on the side: Baga, the old thing is working in a wordy way, you go quickly!

The master put away the food box and said to Hong Chengda: This gentleman, you must take care of your body, don't forget to eat steamed buns!

At the urging of the Japanese army, the master picked up the lunch box and hurried away.

Immediately, the iron door of the cell "clanged" shut, and the prison guards outside quickly locked the door with an iron lock.

The prison building suddenly fell silent, Hong Chengda sat up, stared at the front of the meal, and thought to himself about the words of the food delivery master just now, "Don't forget to eat steamed buns......

Could it be that there is a ...... in Master Xia's words? He suddenly understood something, and hurriedly grabbed a steamed bun and looked carefully, and there didn't seem to be any difference outside. He thought about it and broke the steamed bun again, and was surprised that there was actually a note hidden inside.

He hurriedly looked at the door, and when he saw that there was nothing unusual outside, he quickly took out the note, hid in the corner of the wall inside, and opened it to see. It reads:

Mr. Hong, the rescue operation has been launched, pretending to agree to their request and find a way to go home.

Xiamen Underground Party

Mr. Hong was thrilled to see it.

As he ate this steamed bun, he felt very sweet, and he couldn't help but think to himself that the Communist Party regarded him as a confidant, and just when he had no way out and was extremely desperate, the underground organization of the Communist Party risked his life to save himself and his family.

Hong Chengda thought of this, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

At this time, there was the sound of Japanese soldiers "clicking, clicking" big leather shoes outside.

Hong Chengda hurriedly crumpled the note into a ball, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it in his stomach.

He stabilized his excitement, sat down at the table again, picked up the steamed buns, and ate them in large gulps.

At this time, at Hong Chengda's home, the rescue team had already launched an operation according to the plan.

During the day, Wang Donghai took four people and brought enough excavation tools to the vicinity of the drainage outlet of the sewer pipe outside the urban area of Xiamen.

Wang Donghai took out a yellowed map of the city's sewage and drainage pipes, on which the places that needed to be excavated were marked with red double lines.

Wang Donghai pointed to the red line above and said to everyone: We are going to excavate here, and use the fastest speed to get through here here, is there any problem?

Several people listened and focused their eyes on a strong man in his forties with short hair.

The strong man looked at the map and said: If you follow the location on the map, it should not be difficult, but I have not been to this sewage pipeline for more than ten years, and I have to go to the field to inspect it to be sure.

Wang Donghai asked again: How sure is it?

The strong man thought about it and said: Eight or nine are not far from ten, digging tunnels is not as difficult as robbing tombs!

Everyone laughed.

The strong man said: Digging during the day, there are many noisy people on it, and it is not easy to be noticed. We had to go in right away, through this pipe drain.

Wang Donghai put away the map, raised his wrist and looked at the time. "Okay, don't hesitate, let's go right away!"

Five people quickly got into the sewage pipe.

The sewage drainage pipeline is very wide longitudinally, and two people walking side by side do not feel crowded, but the height is a little low, and you need to bend down to walk in it.

A few people walked carefully through the passage, the mud on the ground had been dried, and it was hard to step on it, and it was a foul smell except for the strong musty smell inside.

They walked inside quite smoothly, and the strong man silently calculated the distance he had traveled.

A few people turned around and entered another sewage pipe, which was a little smaller than the previous one.

The strong man stopped, looked left and right again, and then said happily: This is the underground sewage pipe of Mr. Hong's house.

Wang Donghai said: Let's take a rest first, and then let's start working.

Several people sat down and drank from the kettle.