Chapter 214: What’s the Love? (Please subscribe for a monthly ticket)
Wang Kangnian looked at the living room with a gloomy face.
This is a room that combines Chinese and Western styles. The furniture is Chinese style and there are several Western oil paintings hanging on the walls.
The oil paintings depict blond-haired, blue-eyed Western women. Some are carrying baskets with strawberries in them, and some are leaning on the beach and meditating.
Wang Kangnian is also deep in thought.
Who appeared here, a man? female? how many people?
There is an armchair in the living room, and there is a brazier at the foot of the chair.
In the brazier are the ashes of burning paper. The ashes are scattered. It must have been deliberately damaged.
He saw Xiao Si bending down to touch it, and turned to him and said, "There is a trace of warmth. The other person has not been away for more than twenty minutes."
Wang Kangnian nodded expressionlessly.
The agents who searched the room reported separately, but found nothing special.
The only valuable discovery was that traces of cooking were found in the kitchen.
Wang Kangnian walked into the kitchen and looked at the kitchen that had been cleaned.
He picked up a bowl and stroked it. It was very clean and free of dust.
There are more than a dozen dishes and chopsticks that are so clean, but others are not. They look clean but feel dusty.
Wang Kangnian was so angry that he threw the bowl in his hand on the ground.
There was a crash!
It was broken all over the ground!
…
A young man of about 18 or 19 years old rubbed his hands reluctantly and felt a little nervous when he saw the team leader looking towards him.
"You are very good and careful." Wang Kangnian patted the person on the shoulder, "We almost caught their tail."
This is a secret agent of the Party Affairs Investigation Department. This person is a Sanguang coder who wanders around and gathers information for the Party Affairs Investigation Department.
This person wandered near this house this afternoon and saw a lot of cigarette butts and garbage in the corner of the outer wall, and he immediately became interested.
This should be garbage thrown out by people in the yard.
This shows that there are many smokers, and the smoking man must have stayed in this house for a long time.
He immediately reported to Wang Kangnian, and Wang Kangnian agreed with this person's speculation.
He immediately connected this matter with what he had been thinking about about Huo Miao's search for Shibo, and the essay about "Farmers Searching for Fire" that he later discovered.
In Wang Kangnian's speculation, Huo Miao or "Huo Miao" should be the middle and senior management of the Red Party in Shanghai, and "Farmer" may also be the code name of the Red Party. Of course, it may not be the code name, but Farmer was used deliberately for the purpose of writing this article. Identity, in order to respond to the call of 'Huo Miao'.
He judged that this was a signal that the Red Party in Shanghai would become active again.
Is this calling for a gathering and meeting of the Shanghai Red Party?
Or, do you want to take some action?
This speculation excited him.
At this moment, everything about the house made Wang Kangnian both happy and angry.
Happily, his guess was confirmed:
This place is relatively remote. Those cigarette butts and the dozen or so pairs of clean dishes and chopsticks all indicate that a large number of people once gathered here.
Angrily, he took another step slower.
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Nanjing, Xufu Lane, the headquarters of the Secret Service.
The plan for ‘Operation Sentiment’ has been refined over and over again, and it was finally decided to start today.
Dai Chunfeng was pacing back and forth, waiting for news.
The clock made a ticking sound.
Dai Chunfeng was a little irritable. He looked at the time. There should be news.
"Report!"
"Come in!"
Qi Wu held the telegraph newspaper in his hand and pushed the door open.
"How is the situation? Has it been successful?" Dai Chunfeng asked eagerly.
Qi Wu was sweating profusely and handed the message directly to Dai Chunfeng. He said happily, "Song Fuguo and Shuidi called jointly, and we got it!"
After saying that, he picked up the tea cup on the side table and drank it in one gulp.
Ying Zuoying, a senior Japanese agent from Shanghai Special High School, was shot multiple times, his head was smashed, and he died immediately.
The traitor Xiao Zhenzhong was punished by Gu Chufang, the leader of the Nanshi Intelligence Team!
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Dai Chunfeng held the telegram in his hand, laughed heartily, and then gritted his teeth and said, "Yingzuo Zhenzhao, you must be feeling very uncomfortable now!"
“I didn’t expect that Qingniao and Song Fuguo worked together to achieve it.” Qi Wu also praised, “Song Fuguo failed repeatedly, but finally accomplished something big.”
“Okay, if you want to praise the blue bird, just praise it.” Dai Chunfeng said with a smile on his face.
Qi Wu’s words seemed to be praising Song Fuguo, but in fact they were praising the ‘Blue Bird’.
“It’s not that I want to praise, this little fellow is very impressive.” Qi Wu smiled slightly and said, without any embarrassment that Virgo would see through his little thoughts:
He praised Jade Bird, not only because Jade Bird performed well, not only because Jade Bird is a fellow countryman, but also because he noticed that everyone favored Jade Bird.
"You don't know, this little fellow is amazing." Dai Chunfeng waved his hand and smiled proudly, "The day before yesterday, the report of Kawada Nagakichi's execution was presented to the old man. The old man actually asked me, 'I remember he is Mr. Gu Zhi's grandson. Caught this guy?'"
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Personally escorted his sister to the safe house at No. 36, Desdelang Road, before Cheng Qianfan left.
He didn't go home. He planned to check out the house He Guan rented. Ever since Liu Bo was arrested as a 'red party member', He Guan had become a little strange and elusive. He was worried that this reckless guy would Break out of the trap.
At this moment, He Guan is walking in the alley.
The weather is already a bit hot, and beggars and idlers are sleeping on both sides of the street, so why bother walking carefully to avoid stepping on people.
After going around seven times and eight times, he arrived at his destination.
He was relieved to see that there was no one else around.
He knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” A girl’s voice came from inside.
He Guan suddenly felt nervous and his throat felt dry and itchy. He didn't answer and coughed twice.
…
Huang Xiaolan held the fire tongs, walked behind the door, and asked again, "Who?"
“It’s me.” He Guan said.
"Who?" Huang Xiaolan asked again. She was already ready to call for help. Her mother had taken her brother to her grandmother's house. Her father had worked at night and had not come back yet. She was alone at home.
“I, I am He Guan.” He Guan stammered.
“You, what do you want me to do?” Huang Xiaolan asked in a low voice.
"I, I want to have a word with you." He Guan clenched his fists, his face flushed, as if he mustered up the greatest courage, "Classmate Huang, I, I like you."
"Ah, you, what are you talking about?" Huang Xiaolan was shy and anxious at the door.
"I'm not talking nonsense." He Guan said hurriedly. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but the girl was all in his mind.
After the girl cried that time, the girl's mother came to her home to complain. Mrs. He scolded He Guan severely and finally asked, "How does that girl look?" ’
He Guan was confused. He didn't answer, but the girl's beautiful big eyes appeared in his mind.
In the following two months, He Guan went home more often, and he often met this girl in the alley.
The little girl went from glaring at each other to being able to say hello to occasionally chatting.
He Guan didn’t know what Huang Xiaolan was thinking. He was thinking about the other party.
“Oh, you still said, please leave quickly, my father will be back soon.” Huang Xiaolan said angrily inside.
no answer.
After a while, there was still no answer.
Huang Xiaolan held the fire pliers in her hands, pulled the latch, and opened the door.
There is no one outside.
Under the moonlight, the little girl saw an envelope on the ground.
Snapshot, Huang Xiaolan's face turned red with embarrassment, she quickly bent down to pick up the envelope, and looked around like a thief. It was dark, and there was no one there.
After closing the door and fastening it, Huang Xiaolan went to her desk. Under the light of the candle, she took out a letter from the envelope.
The little girl who received a ‘love letter’ for the first time was nervous and shy, but also a little bit hopeful.
The letter is very short and the handwriting is ugly:
黄同学，我去扛枪揍小日本了，将来若能活着回来，你还未嫁人，我娶你！
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