He Xiaofeng, male, 28 years old, the information is filled in from Shanghai, and the reason for going abroad and returning to China is the same, and he is in business.

The name can be fake, the information can be fake, and Zhou Qinghe doesn't care about these.

As long as this person is still in Nanjing and wants to live legally in Nanjing for a long time, then he needs to go to the household registration department within seven days to get an identity certificate and write down his place of residence with the road guide certificate for entering the customs.

Only in this way can the entry and exit chain of this household registration certificate be authentic and credible.

On the road, you can only show your identity documents when you encounter patrol police or film police officers to check people's houses.

This step cannot be bypassed.

Otherwise, after the follow-up proofreading of the shipping company and the household registration department, there was no information about his stay in Nanjing, thinking that he had gone to other places, but he was found to be in Nanjing by the police.

This is almost a clear suspicious person, and he is absolutely arrested on the spot.

The identity of Shanghai held by this spy was wasted.

Zhou Qing has walked through this set of processes with himself, and he knows it very well.

So next, go to the police station.

At the moment, the spy's perspective has not revealed his identity, and he can go through the normal procedures to declare it to maintain his identity.

Therefore, unless the person is no longer in Nanjing, the household registration department will definitely have the person's declaration information.

No matter how it changes, the photo on the ID must be there.

He Xiaofeng's appearance, Zhou Qinghe remembered it very clearly.

"Rickshaw, go to the nearest police station."

"Okay, sit tight."

The young rickshaw driver carried Zhou Qinghe in the carriage behind him and ran away.

Zhou Qinghe is also taking advantage of the time to memorize the shops and furnishings on both sides of the road.

Shops, storefronts, advertisements, plaques, stone piers, street lamps, telephone booths, the same thing can be counted in the mind in a certain order.

Visualize the whole street in your mind's eye.

It's not magical or magical, it's like your own bedroom, think about the bedroom display, know where the bed is, know where the lights are, know where the socket is, any person can remember, everything is because of familiarity and long-term memory.

It is also miraculous to say that it is miraculous, because it shortens the process of this memory and strengthens the memory.

Police station.

When Zhou Qinghe arrived, the household registration department had already left work.

However, after he showed his ID, the officer on duty directly asked his superiors, and then opened the door of the data room.

The Secret Service supervises the military and police constitutions, and if you want to say that the lowest status in it, it is the police.

So it's easy to say.

"The household registration certificates for the past few days are here, and you can take your time to see the head of the unit that week, and say hello to your brother if you have something."

"Okay, I'll do it myself."

Although Nanjing is the national capital, there are not many household registration certificates in front of Zhou Qinghe, and the mobility of this era is far less convenient than that of later generations.

Second, it's only half a month in total.

Zhou Qinghe moved these household registration certificates to the table and quickly flipped through them by the light.

There is more than one police station, and the household registration department is also different from region, and if you are lucky, you can find it here, and if you are unlucky, you will be affected and run a few more police stations.

Luckily.

It was only more than twenty minutes later, Zhou Qinghe's eyes that were quickly checked froze, and when his movements paused, his right hand flicked at the rather handsome young man in the photo.

He Xiaofeng, I found it.

......

On the other side, after Fang Mingqing finished delivering the wine, he went to the safe house and began to send a report.

The existence of him and Gu Zhiyan is a separate line, and they do not have contact with the rest of the Red Party in Nanjing, and all news must be transmitted and relayed by radio.

It is also a must for safety.

After sending the report, he buried two boxes of sulfonamides in the dead mailbox.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the stronghold of the Red Party's transit station, the residence behind the Qiyuan bookstore.

He Shouyi, the team leader and shopkeeper of the bookstore, copied messages on the radio.

Under the light, with the sound of the broadcast password, the rustling of writing on the letter paper stopped, and he immediately turned out the codebook to proofread.

Since the rebellion of Gu Zhang, who led Shanghai four years ago, Shanghai's underground organization has suffered a huge blow and suffered heavy casualties.

Even a group of people who were lucky enough to escape at the beginning were arrested one after another after Gu Gui's surrender to the party, because the information Gu had was too detailed.

This time, Commissioner No. 029 was appointed to transfer to Shanghai via Nanjing to rebuild the Shanghai underground organization, which was the transfer that they took over.

At present, Shanghai can be said to be almost a blank, because of the incident of Gu back then, all kinds of relations have been interrupted, and there are rumors.

The black market has become a city that kills people.

Therefore, Nanjing not only had to complete the task of transshipment, but also had to solve the problems of radio stations and firearms.

The problem with the radio station NJ Municipal Committee has been solved, but it is relatively easy to have a problem with the firearms.

This black market arms dealer has cooperated with them for several years, and there has been no accident, and they have also investigated beforehand, this black market arms dealer also has a certain military background and is relatively safe.

The transit station has nothing to do with intelligence, it does not attract the prying eyes of the secret service, and theoretically as long as the arms dealers do not have an accident, they will not have an accident.

But it backfired, and the betrayal of the arms dealer led to Li Hansheng's arrest after being shot, so there was a series of actions later.

Fortunately, Li Hansheng was rescued safely, and the fly in the ointment was that as a person who distracted the attention of the secret service, he was shot in the arm.

They are in dire need of medicines.

One serious injury, one gunshot wound, all of which require sulfonamides.

The telegram asking for help had been sent to the city party committee in advance, and he was now finally waiting for a reply from the city party committee.

The numbers were translated from the codebook and finally became real messages.

Transit on hold, waiting for notice, the goods have arrived, the pick-up location... number, two boxes.

"There is salvation!" He Shouyi shook his fist excitedly, exhaled heavily, and then lit the flames and burned the telegram.

However, there was no further mention of the search for firearms in the message, which made him a little confused.

In an instant, he understood, first, that they had just had an accident, and that it was too dangerous for them to act again, and second, that their munitions source channels had been destroyed, and their superiors had also given them a chance to relax.

Turn around and head to pick up your order.

Three hours later, Gu Jia.

Gu Zhiyan sat on the sofa in his pajamas, listening to the radio on the radio.

"If possible, provide five firearms, safety first, don't be reluctant."

Gu Zhiyan looked at the content and knew it in his heart, lit the flame, and burned the letter paper.

Although he didn't know about the transfer, he knew about the five guns that had been seized by the secret service, so he could tell at a glance that it was the other group's needs.

The torture department is a good latent department, and it does not have direct contact with front-line tasks, and the failure of the mission of leaking intelligence cannot be found on his head.

On the contrary, if the Secret Service captures a criminal and needs to be interrogated, he can obtain first-hand information, such as whether someone has defected.

But this department also has shortcomings, there are few people, it is not chaotic enough, and it is difficult to fish in troubled waters.

For example, if he is looking for a gun, he doesn't need a gun for any reason, and he is not an action team, and he can also say that he is equipped with a gun for an informant, and he can't go from the office, etc., and he bought a few from the black market and said that in the past, the torture department didn't need it at all.

This reason does not hold up at all in the black market, and once it arouses suspicion, it will bury mines.

The source of arms is nothing more than the black market or the military.....

So if you want to find a gun, you may have to continue to fall on the prison inmates.

For example, the military inside.

Gu Zhiyan thought about it, and he might have to find a way to get Zhou Qinghe to cooperate with this matter.

Thinking about it, he found a comfortable position to lean back on the couch, his hands crossed and his eyes began to lose focus.