It rained at night.
Zhou Ru tiptoed out of the rickshaw, crossed a small beach, and rang the doorbell of Cheng's mansion.
"Miss Zhou came early today." Datou opened the door, "The sewer is a little blocked, and people have been asked to open."
"I bought eels early." Zhou Ru carried the small basket in her hand.
"Ms. Zhou made eel silk noodles!" Big head gave Zhou Ru a thumbs up.
Cheng Qianfan stretched his waist on the balcony on the second floor and saw Zhou Ru carrying a small basket into the yard. His eyes showed a contemplative look.
This is the secret code he agreed with Zhou Ru.
Although Zhou Ru occasionally stays in Cheng's house, she will go back to Father Jin to the night.
There is a vegetable market near Father Jin Road. Zhou Ru will go to this salted water restaurant in the morning to buy some seasonal dishes before coming to Cheng Mansion to "work".
The difference in seasonal dishes, coupled with weather changes, is due to different needs and has different effects.
On rainy days, you have to buy eels early, which gives Zhou Ru the reason to arrive in Cheng Mansion earlier than usual.
Zhou Ru poured the eels from the basket into the basin.
"This eel is so fierce." Cheng Qianfan came to the kitchen with the little sesame that had already woken up, pointing at an eel to show it to the little sesame. The eel suddenly opened its mouth wide, which scared the little sesame to burp.
"Sir, call from Chongqing." Zhou Ru poured hot water into the basin. The eels were afraid of heat and wandered around. She skillfully stroked the eels and washed away the mucus on the eels.
The little sesame was no longer afraid, and he was so angry that he pointed at the eel in the pot with his little finger.
"What do you say about the telegram?" Cheng Qianfan picked up the little sesame. Just now, a yellow eel opened its mouth wide, as if he was about to sneak attack the bell of the little sesame's crotch-open pants. Fortunately, he was quick-witted.
Zhou Ru whispered to the team leader, but her hand was not affected at all. She grabbed the eel that wanted to sneak attack Master Sesame, hooked the eel's head with the middle knuckle of her right hand, and threw it hard. Then, when the eel was dizzy, the kitchen knife cut the eel's head smoothly from the head to the tail of the eel, quickly picked out the tailbone, took out the internal organs, and washed it in the basin twice, avenging the revenge of Master Sesame who was almost assassinated.
...
Bai Ruolan went downstairs to find her son and husband, and saw her husband holding Xiao Sesame and watching Zhou Ru kill eels.
"Little Sesame is amazing." Cheng Qianfan snatched to show off before Bai Ruolan spoke, "I'm not afraid at all."
Bai Ruolan gave Cheng Qianfan a look and took his son from her husband.
Cheng Qianfan smiled embarrassedly, and went upstairs like running away to avoid his wife's nagging again.
"Uncle San has set off on the 10th, so I hope to take care of him."
This is the content of the telegram.
A sentence similar to a letter from home means that Zhou Ru only knows the literal meaning, and only Cheng Qianfan himself knows the code words contained in it.
The director used the 'touchstone'.
The Pyld Trading Company at No. 31 Deserlang Road, this trading company belongs to the Military Control Commission Shanghai District and is a safe house in Shanghai District.
This safe house was secretly purchased by Zheng Weilong, the former webmaster of Shanghai. However, Zheng Weilong did not know that before the house was broken several times, it was a property secretly purchased by a policeman in the French Concession who committed suicide because he missed his relatives too much.
"Uncle San moved." Cheng Qianfan thought to himself, and saw Xiaobao coming out sleepyly, but he sniffed his nose and widened his eyes, "Do you eat eel silk noodles today?"
Cheng Qianfan knocked Xiaobao's head. Nannan's nose was a dog. The eel had not been put into the pot yet, and she had already "sniffed" the smell of eel silk noodles.
...
"It's moving." Su Chende stood on the windowsill, biting the fried dough sticks in his mouth, staring at the door of No. 31 Deserang Road.
A man yawned, holding a spittoon in his left hand and scratching his scalp with his right hand.
"Is this person?" Dong Zhengguo asked holding a bowl of wontons in his hand.
Su Chende ordered him to bring the vendor from the wonton stall to recognize him. Dong Zhengguo thought about it and bought a lot of bowls of wontons out of his own pocket and asked the operators to eat small wontons.
In this way, the vendor was really grateful and said everything.
"Yes, sir." The vendor nodded, "This person is the one who is the one who is shooting and beating Huang Dongjia."
Su Chende was stunned for a moment, and then he realized the "photo and beat" in the mouth of the wonton vendor, which was about Pilde.
"Photo and hit a few people inside." Dong Zhengguo asked again, and he told the little wonton vendor sheep that they were spies in the police station.
"In addition to Huang Dong's family, there are three other guys."
"You said that Dong Dong's family buys your wontons every day?" Su Chende asked.
"Yes," said the vendor, "my little wontons are fresh."
As he said that, he added, "The shrimp skin is too much, and I am willing to add salt."
Su Chende nodded at Dong Zhengguo. Dong Zhengguo took the small wonton vendor down to prepare. Now there is only the vendor's wife at the wonton vendors, which is easy to arouse suspicion.
Soon, Su Chende saw that Huang Dong's house, who had just gone out to roll the spittoon, came back, carrying something wrapped in old newspapers in his hand, and probably a toothpick in his mouth.
Dong Zhengguo is back too.
"Brother Su, I've found out clearly." Dong Zhengguo said, "Huang Canliang ate a bowl of wontons in a row, and then went to the vendor next door to buy five kilograms of oil cakes and four tea eggs."
"Eat alone." Su Chende snorted coldly.
Dong Zhengguo uh, then tsk again, secretly ate a bowl of wontons. According to the small wonton vendor, this person would bring a bowl of wontons every day, which is indeed a one-on-one meal.
"What do you think?" Su Chende asked Dong Zhengguo.
"Five kilograms of oil cakes are half a kilogram more than the usual amount, which belongs to the normal category." Dong Zhengguo said, "The four tea eggs should be Huang Canliang and three friends each."
As he said that, he frowned and thought for a while, then continued, "Brother Su, judging from the breakfast I bought, it is impossible to determine whether Zheng Lijun is hiding in the Pyld Trading Company."
Su Chende nodded. Judging from the amount of breakfast, it is indeed difficult to judge. Having half a pound of oil cakes can be someone with a good appetite today, or it may be prepared for someone hiding here.
As for the four tea eggs, we cannot use this to judge that there are no more people in the trading company.
"Catch it?" Dong Zhengguo asked.
Su Chende was a little hesitant and took action at this time. If Zheng Lijun was hiding at No. 31 Delan Road, Taissel, it would be better. However, if Zheng Lijun was not here, it would be a warning to the enemy.
He lit a cigarette and frowned and thought.
Chongqing's call to Telecom Group only said that Zheng Lijun might temporarily be blocked at No. 31 Delang Road, Taiss, which means that even if they continue to keep an eye on this, they may find nothing.
But if they take action and Zheng Lijun is not in the trading company, that would be awful.
The worst case is that Zheng Lijun is on the way here. It is because they startled the snake and woke up and fled. That would be too fucking.
At this moment, an agent hurriedly came to report, "Secretary Su, the phone from the Perd Trading Company rang."
Su Chende frowned, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.
"telescope."
Dong Zhengguo handed the telescope to Su Chende.
Su Chende put up a telescope with both hands, and frowned. The curtains in the pavilion on the second floor of the trading company were pulled up at some point.
It was already dawn and everyone got up for breakfast. Isn’t it abnormal to pull the curtains at this time?
Telephone!
The call that Pyld Trading Company just received!
"Do it!" Su Chende gritted his teeth and ordered decisively.
"Try to catch the lively ones." He added.
...
Japanese Consulate General in Shanghai and Counselor's Office.
Dingling.
Hitaro Imamura glanced at the phone on his desk.
Instead of picking up the phone immediately, he wrote the last signing on the document, and then picked up the phone microphone, "I am Hitaro Imamura."
"I understand." Hitotaro Imamura frowned. He heard the busy tone on the other end of the phone, and he put the phone microphone back.
Hitaro Imamura pressed the bell on his desk, and soon, Naito Koi knocked on the door and came in.
"Nito, go and call Sakamoto." Imamura Hitotaro glanced at Naito Koyu and said with a smile.
"Hayi."
To be continued...