Chapter 241 Setting up a trap (please subscribe for a monthly ticket)
Yanzhou.
At the entrance of a cave dwelling, a red sentry stood erect.
Xiong Jiahua filled a basin of water and washed his face at the door to wake himself up.
“Jiahua, is the chief in there?” A man in his thirties hurriedly walked over.
“The chief worked until five in the morning and just fell asleep.” Xiong Jiahua looked inside the cave, pulled Lu Wenhua aside, and whispered.
The Xi'an Incident was so sudden that the Red Party was caught off guard. Recently, everyone has been working continuously.
He has also been busy all night and has no time to rest until now.
“There is an urgent message here.” Lu Wenhua said anxiously.
“Who is outside?” came a voice from the cave dwelling.
Xiong Jiahua glanced at Lu Wenhua complainingly, raised the curtain of the cave door, and quickly entered, "Comrade 'Farmer' is Comrade Lu Wenhua, and I have an urgent call."
“Comrade Culture, please come in.” Comrade ‘Farmer’ moved his shoulders and said, “Comrade Jiahua, bring me a basin of water.”
Xiong Jiahua filled a basin of water and consciously exited. Although he was the assistant of Comrade "Farmer", he still had to avoid suspicion for some confidential information.
Comrade ‘Farmer’ quickly washed his face, picked up a shabby towel and wiped his face carelessly.
"Comrade 'Farmer'." Lu Wenhua handed the message to 'Farmer', "'Huo Miao' urgent message."
‘Farmer’ took the telegram, pushed up his glasses, and read it carefully.
An expression of surprise appeared on his face. He was really excited that Comrade Huo Miao had obtained the cables from high-level Japanese officials.
It seems that Comrade "Huo Miao" has further gained the trust of Japan's top leaders!
“Pingjin, 29th Army.” Comrade ‘Farmer’ fell into thought.
After a moment, he put away the message. The information was very important and he wanted to report it to the chief immediately.
“Comrade ‘Farmer’, Comrade ‘Huo Miao’ is a little strange in generating electricity this time.” Lu Wenhua said hurriedly.
"What's wrong?"
“Comrade Huo Miao’s **** for generating electricity this time is different from before.” Lu Wenhua said with a serious expression.
Comrade "Farmer" showed a serious expression. Every telegraph operator's **** for generating electricity is basically fixed. Changing the **** is not a trivial matter.
“Do you suspect that Comrade Huo Miao did not send this message in person?” asked ‘Farmer’.
“Not sure, this possibility cannot be ruled out.” Lu Wenhua said.
“Power the electricity to ‘Big Cousin’ and ask if ‘Flame’ is safe and why the **** method has changed.” The ‘Farmer’ pondered for a moment and said.
"yes."
…
Cheng Qianfan was lying on the bed, pretending to sleep.
He is thinking.
It is dangerous to generate electricity in two places at the same time in one morning.
However, the information is very important, and he can only take risks.
Originally, he considered leaving the information at Zhou Ru's residence and having Zhou Ru report it after get off work.
He thought twice and gave up this option.
It’s still for safety reasons.
The information obtained from Sanbonjiro has a high level of confidentiality.
Zhou Ru is not of a high enough level to have access to this information.
The safest thing is that only he knows.
The more people know, the more danger there is.
Furthermore, for safety reasons, he used two fingerings to send the message today.
The report sent to the headquarters of the Nanjing Secret Service was still sent with his right hand.
Sent telegrams to the northwest headquarters, he used his left hand.
In the past six months, Cheng Qianfan has been using a practice board to practice sending messages with his left hand.
It is to avoid revealing your identity in fingering.
Today is the first time he has used his left hand to send a report to the northwest headquarters.
Not only this time, he will use his left hand to send calls to the northwest headquarters from now on. The **** of power generation is the most direct mark of a telegraph operator, and he must be careful.
…
Jingle Bell.
The phone in Pete's office rang.
After a while, Peter hung up the phone and came in excitedly, pulled Cheng Qianfan up and said, "Don't sleep."
“What to do?” Cheng Qianfan said angrily as he yawned sleepily.
"I have something to go out, please help me look after it for a while." Peter said while changing his clothes.
He took off his uniform, hummed a song, changed into a suit, and looked beaming.
"You guys must have gone to Fengliuzhaosao again and asked me to take over your job." Cheng Qianfan frowned and rubbed his temples, looking like he was suffering from a hangover.
“You just say, do you want to help?” Peter asked, putting on his tie.
“Help.” Cheng Qianfan shook his head, stood up, and was about to leave the lounge.
“Where are you going?” asked Peter.
“Go outside.” Cheng Qianfan burped. “You’re not here. It’s not convenient for me to stay in here.”
He pointed to a safe in the corner of the lounge.
The contents here are all confidential files.
"It's okay." Peter waved his hand nonchalantly.
"No." Cheng Qianfan shook his head firmly, "Don't hurt me. If important documents are lost, I won't be able to tell you."
"Don't worry." Peter picked up his briefcase, "I always carry the most important documents with me."
With that said, Peter took off his riding boots and put on his leather shoes, "That's it, I'm leaving."
…
“Eh, eh, eh.” Cheng Qianfan muttered and cursed as he watched Pete leave in a hurry.
This phone call was arranged by Cheng Qianfan.
The call was from a Belarusian woman.
Pete met this Belarusian dancer in the big world before and became obsessed with her.
It's just that this woman is good at fishing and has always been aloof from Pete, which makes Pete feel itchy.
Cheng Qianfan arranged for someone to find this Belarusian woman privately, and spent a sum of money to get the phone number.
Based on what he knew about Pete, this guy would definitely take the bait.
Now, I took the bait. Unexpectedly, Peter was so cautious that he put the important documents in his briefcase and took them with him.
So, this plan is only half successful.
Cheng Qianfan rubbed the keys in his pocket and thought about the next plan.
The key is the key to the safe, and Cheng Qianfan secretly obtained one a long time ago.
…
About half an hour later, Cheng Qianfan left the office and came to the corridor to smoke.
You can just see the outside from here.
Haozi was repairing shoes at a shoe repair stall opposite the patrol house, and was bragging and chatting with the stall owner and idlers.
Cheng Qianfan took out the lighter, raised it, shook it a few times, and then lit the cigarette.
Hao Zai, who had been paying attention to the situation here, saw this, stood up, took a look, nodded, and left quickly.
It was another half an hour later, at the home of Second Lieutenant Pitt on Masnan Road.
The phone in the living room rang.
The maid who was wiping the floor with a rag wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked over to pick up the phone.
The voice on the other end of the phone was the sound of birds, but the maid couldn't understand it.
“Ma’am, phone.” The maid held the phone and called upstairs.
Pete's wife Linda was listening to records upstairs. The maid called several times before she heard her and slowly came down to answer the phone.
“Who?” (French).
The guy on the other end of the phone couldn't understand, but that didn't matter. Hearing a foreign woman speaking in foreign language on the other end of the phone made sense.
He said a sentence in the stumbling French he had just 'learned' today and had been reciting silently. He was afraid that the other party would not understand, so he said it again stumblingly and immediately hung up the phone.
On the other end of the phone, Linda held up the microphone in her hand. It took her more than ten seconds to understand what the other party's stumbling French meant.
The hostess's face changed immediately.
A few minutes later, after making a call at the telegraph hall not far away, Hao Zi, who had been staring at Pete's house, saw a foreign woman and her maid angrily going out and calling two rickshaws. Walk away.
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(End of this chapter)