Datian Hotel, Tianwei Road, Gulangyu Island.

In the suite of 401, Liu Zifeng took out a transceiver from the suitcase, quickly installed it, turned on the button, and the red indicator light lit up.

Professor Zhang walked in and said to Liu Zifeng: "The 'Zhaohe Group' has just been detected, and some of the information that Rite wants has not yet arrived, Chen Qingfeng is dead, and they will definitely look for Lin Jinhe." From now on, you monitor the radio station of Rite 24 hours a day. ”

"Okay!" Liu Zifeng put on headphones, slowly turned the FM knob, and searched for Rite's radio station.

Professor Zhang waited patiently on the sidelines.

It was late at night, and Liu Zifeng was still seriously searching for frequency. Due to the heat, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Professor Zhang wiped the sweat beads from Liu Zifeng's forehead with a handkerchief, and comforted him: "You don't have to be in a hurry, take your time." ”

Suddenly there was lightning and thunder outside. The interference of lightning made the earphones feel like two pieces of broken iron rubbing against each other, and there were bursts of "click" sounds, vibrating the eardrums.

Liu Lifeng had to take off the headphones, paused slightly, and hurriedly put on the headphones to sound. The signal that was finally searched was sometimes strong, sometimes weak, sometimes urgent, and sometimes slow.

Liu Zifeng couldn't distinguish it for a while, and he seemed very anxious.

Professor Zhang, who was on the side, couldn't help but ask: "Did you find any signal that you couldn't hear clearly?" ”

Liu Zifeng nodded slightly, and was engrossed in recognizing the signal.

As the lightning weakened, the signal became much clearer.

Liu Zifeng's face also improved a lot, and he picked up a pencil and quickly recorded a set of telegram ciphers he received.

Then, he took off his headphones, quickly turned off the radio, and sat down at his desk to translate the code he had received.

After a while, Liu Zifeng translated the message.

He handed the telegram to Professor Zhang, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said excitedly: "Old Zhang, look! ”

Professor Zhang took the telegram, which read:

Lin, quickly investigate the joint location of the drum and Xiamen anti-enemy support association.

Snow wolf

Professor Zhang looked at the message, pondered for a moment, and then walked outside.

Outside, Zhang Zhongmin was drinking tea and holding a fan. Seeing Professor Zhang walking out, he hurriedly stood up and asked, "What's the matter, there's a result?" ”

Professor Zhang nodded and handed the message he had just translated to Zhang Zhongmin.

Zhang Zhongmin looked at the telegram and said thoughtfully: "It seems that Lin Jinhe is still in Gulangyu as you expected, then we can follow the plan." Lin Jinhe is a radio master, and we can't show our flaws. ”

Professor Zhang nodded.

Professor Zhang returned to the suite and asked Liu Zifeng, "When you were listening, what was the method of the telegrapher?" ”

Liu Zifeng said: The person who sent the report has a mellow technique, skillful skills, a clear rhythm of dots and strokes, a clear spacing, and a sound like a string of beads falling on a jade plate, making a ding-dong sound, crisp and pleasant. I can say for sure that the other party must be a woman.

"Oh!" Professor Zhang thought for a moment and said, "You learn from the sender's technique, and use the frequency just now to send another encrypted message, and the message is:

At noon tomorrow, go to the remnant wall on the right side of the door of the second workshop of Zhaohe Factory to pick up the radio station and send it to the mouth of Futian Lane, Fuzhou Street.

Snow wolf

"Okay!" Liu Zifeng turned on the radio, quickly sent out the message according to what Professor Zhang said, and then turned off the radio.