Zhang Ping bent down, her fingers were slender and beautiful, and she gently picked up the harmonica that fell to the ground.
It's a cool feeling of metal when you buy it.
Holding the harmonica tightly with his right hand, Zhang Ping carefully checked the doors and windows intact, then walked back to the dressing table and turned on the desk lamp.
Under the dim incandescent lamp, the charming and beautiful woman looked at the harmonica in her hand carefully.
This is an exquisite, brand new harmonica with five words engraved on the front of the Overseas Chinese Harmonic Factory.
On the edge, a thin red streamer was tied with a bright red streamer.
This red streamer looked like a red sun in Zhang Ping's eyes, which instantly illuminated her eyes and filled her chest!
She just looked at the harmonica in her hand quietly.
Is this the organization taking the initiative to contact itself?
This is what Zhang Ping thinks at this moment, and it is also the biggest luxury and desire deep in her heart in the past few years!
"Muscle Key" is the code name for herself in the Special Science and Information Department. Very few people know this code name. Only her leader, Comrade Liu Zeliang, and the old leader, Comrade Zhulin, know it, and her lower-level Comrade Mao Liangcai.
Comrade Liu Zeliang evacuated from Shanghai, but there was no news later.
Comrade ‘Zhulin’ was executed bravely at Yuhuatai.
Comrade Xiao Mao sacrificed heroically to protect her.
Did Comrade Liu Zeliang send someone to contact him?
Zhang Ping nodded, frowned and shook her head, she didn't know.
However, one thing is certain that the enemy is extremely unlikely to know the code name ‘harmonician’.
This shows that this harmonica is most likely to be quietly put in by comrades in the party.
Of course, Zhang Ping didn't dare to be careless. A voice in her mind reminded her that although the enemy knew the code name "harmonic" was extremely unlikely, she had to be careful.
However, in her heart, she was almost convinced that the organization had sent someone to contact her. As for the slightest bit of vigilance, it should be said that it was the embodiment of the safety principle engraved in the bones of an excellent underground worker.
The organization has come to contact yourself!
Zhang Ping's heart was excited, happy, and joyful!
Her eyes remained on the harmonica and checked it carefully.
With a moving heart, Zhang Ping put the harmonica beside her lips and blew it gently.
The sound is wrong.
Zhang Ping held the harmonica, looked around and then played it again. Soon she determined what the problem was.
The woman suddenly stood up because of the large movements that her calf touched the chair.
She didn't even feel the pain in her calf at all. She just held the harmonica in her hand and came to the room where the miscellaneous items were placed, and soon found a small screwdriver.
Carefully unscrew the screws of the harmonica and remove the Dingmao buckle.
Zhang Ping took the harmonica under the light and looked at it carefully.
If you look closely, there is an uneven yellow piece on the yellow board.
Zhang Ping took out a small tweezers from the makeup box, gently pried open the yellow piece, and took out a folded piece of paper from below.
Zhang Ping put down her tweezers and spread the small piece of paper. She took a deep breath and looked at what was written above:
Too small to see clearly!
Zhang Ping then looked for a magnifying glass to see it, and then she saw clearly what she wrote:
My wife is quiet and the world is drifting. After many years of separation, I search hard and finally got your news.
At 10 o'clock tomorrow, we will see you at the old place on Julaida Road.
secret!
The husband is virtuous.
Zhang Ping was stunned and stared at the words on the note. She was so focused, as if she wanted to engrave every word on it in her heart.
After a while, Zhang Ping put down the magnifying glass and the note.
She just sat in front of the dressing table, her eyes flushed, and finally, tears couldn't help but flowed down her cheeks.
Tears were flowing, her face was joyful, her smile was there, she was crying, and she was crying.
More than three years!
She searched hard, searched for the organization, but couldn't find it.
Now, I see you, the organization has sent someone to find her!
"I'm going home!" Zhang Ping said a voice in her heart.
She is now sure that the harmonica was organized by the organization to put it in her pocket, and the content on the note is enough to prove it.
Jingyun, Sun Jingyun.
This is a name that has long been covered in her memory.
The organization once intended to arrange for her to perform a secret mission, and the new identity she arranged for was a female teacher, whose name was Sun Jingyun.
According to the plan, the organization arranged a comrade to pretend to be a couple with her. The comrade was a newspaper reporter named Ding Mingde.
However, for some reason, the secret mission was suddenly put on hold, and the identity and name of Sun Jingyun were blocked before it was actually enabled.
Similarly, Ding Mingde's identity should also be sealed.
The identity background prepared by TK will not be easily taken out for safety reasons.
The names of Sun Jingyun and Ding Mingde's couple' have long been sealed. Because the secret mission was cancelled, it is impossible for outsiders to know these two names.
Therefore, Zhang Ping can be sure that it was her "husband" Ding Mingde who wrote the notes.
In addition, the old place on Julaida Road written on the note is a place that only she and her "husband" Ding Mingde knew. This was the place where the couple met for the first time according to the agreement.
The connection location was proposed by "Sun Jingyun" because she is more familiar with this place.
Only she and her "husband" Ding Mingde knew about this old place.
Zhang Ping was excited inside, and her blood was surging.
However, after all, she was a special science comrade who survived so many large-scale searches and could still live well while losing contact. After calming down, she began to think about this matter carefully.
The other party is "husband" Ding Mingde, which is almost unbelievable.
But, the question is, is "Ding Mingde" worthy of trust? Is there a traitor who has been betrayed and betrayed the organization?
Ding Mingde didn't know her.
So, the other party doubted her identity for some reason, and then used this method to test it?
Once she went to Julaida Road, she would admit her identity as "Sun Jingyun" and was she self-involved?
Zhang Ping thought a lot. Although she was very sure that her husband Ding Mingde was obviously still a comrade in the party and was sent by the organization to pick her up home, she could not be sure that there was no problem with Ding Mingde.
However, after thinking about it over and over again, Zhang Ping still made a decision:
Go to the appointment on time.
This is an opportunity to return to the party organization and go home. She doesn't want to miss it, nor can she miss it.
As for whether to inform Zhao Shuli of this matter, ask him for help with advice, or arrange for someone to protect him secretly?
Zhang Ping had considered these things, but she quickly denied it herself.
The notes that say "secret" means the organization's order. This is a secret link. Heaven knows it, earth knows it, she knows it, and he knows it, and he cannot let the third person know it.
There is no room for bargaining in organizational orders and must be strictly enforced.
Zhang Ping knew that this was a bit risky, but following the organization's orders and strictly keeping the organization's secrets is what every Red Party member remembers, and it is an iron law!
Indeed, in some cases, some comrades will fall into the enemy trap.
However, organizational discipline is organizational discipline. If everyone does not strictly enforce it for security reasons and personal reasons, everyone wants to do something without authorization. Such an organization can be seen in a loose way and in the future.
The price of blood not only includes the sacrifice when facing the enemy head-on, but also includes this kind of sacrifice that knows that it is possible but does not hesitate!
...
"Nothing can be done?" Araki Hatsuma said with a cold expression.
He glanced at the man who was held by two members of the Detective Team, and his whole body was no longer as human as his eyes were almost falling off.
"It's stubborn." Wang Kangnian said gritting his teeth.
"The trick is a trick, but this..." Tong Xueyong sighed and said.
Araki Hatsuma took the paper from Tong Xueyong's hand.
This is a bloody piece of paper with more than a dozen big words written on it:
Long live the red, long live the people!
On the day of expelling Japanese pirates, I hope to report it to me!
"Bag duck falls!" Araki Katsuma screamed strangely, tearing the bloody paper into pieces, and looking at Le Qiwen, who had only one healthy eyeball, and that eye was looking at:
This person is still smiling!
Araki Hatsuma directly took the Type 38 rifle from an agent's hand and stabbed Le Qiwen continuously and frantically.
"Down with Japan..."
Wang Kangnian looked at Le Qiwen who was stabbed to pieces and fell into a pool of blood, making heavy hums from his nose. He had an extremely headache and hated the Red Party, who had a bone harder than the stones in the pit.
Such a person will only die if he comes to his hands, or rather, it is better to die than a gentleman and then die again.
Tong Xueyong stood aside, looking at the dead Le Qiwen, shook his head, sighed, and said nothing.
"Mr. Tong seems to be sighing?" Araki Hatsuma looked at Tong Xueyong with a sinister look.
"After all, in a colleague, I tried my best to persuade him to serve the Locust Army. Unfortunately, Le Qiwen was stubborn." Tong Xueyong said frankly without quibbling.
"Mr. Tong is indeed loyal to the empire." Araki Hatsuma nodded with satisfaction, and then he ordered Wang Kangnian and Tong Xueyong to take Le Qiwen's body into the woods to bury it, and then took his men and left first.
The woods at night are quiet and even more gloomy.
Of course, Wang Kangnian would not dig a hole by himself, so he had his own subordinates from the detective brigade to do it.
"Old boy, let them work, you rest." Wang Kangnian said.
"I'll dig a hole for a colleague and send him a ride." Tong Xueyong said without putting down the shovel in his hand.
"It was you who caught him, and it was you who buried him. There is nothing to say about this friendship." Wang Kangnian glanced at Tong Xueyong deeply, then smiled and gave Tong Xueyong a thumbs up.
"Captain, don't doubt that I'm not satisfied with the Red Party." Tong Xueyong said with a smile.
Wang Kangnian laughed loudly, shook his head, and said nothing more.
He has never had any doubts about Tong Xueyong. This is not to say that he has some evidence or found some doubts. This is purely his suspicious personality.
However, after secret observation, Wang Kangnian gradually eliminated his suspicion of Tong Xueyong. This guy confessed to the Red Dang Nan City Transportation Station and even told a very hidden female Red Dang. Although no one was caught for various reasons, this was not Tong Xueyong's problem. The information was correct. The failure of the operation had nothing to do with Tong Xueyong.
There is no way out for such children to recite.
Now, Le Qiwen's death makes Wang Kangnian no longer doubt Tong Xueyong.
Several members of the Detective Brigade threw Le Qiwen's body into the newly dug pit. Tong Xueyong looked at Le Qiwen in the pit, lit a cigarette, took two puffs, looked complicated, and smiled at Wang Kangnian, saying, "The Red Party is buried here, and the Military Control Commission people are buried. They are together underground, and we are together on this, it's really a blessing to make people."
Wang Kangnian squinted his eyes, as if he was fascinated by the wind, and smiled slightly, "Isn't this a good thing? You and my brothers are walking with you on the Sunshine Avenue, and these stubborn elements will send them to hell."
The pit was quickly filled.
Tong Xueyong threw the cigarette butt on the ground and sent an invitation to Wang Kangnian, "Drink two glasses?"
"Let's go." Wang Kangnian nodded, "You and my brothers raise their glasses to celebrate."
The group walked through the woods, under the night, it was like ghosts and monsters coming out of hell. The wind blew by and the branches whirled, as if they were saying goodbye or welcoming.
...
The next day.
"Where is the front?" Fang Muheng rubbed his hands, angrily, and asked.
"There is a gun tower of the Japanese and puppet troops three miles ahead." He Guan pointed to the front and said, "The location of this gun tower is very critical. Based on this, the entire road can be controlled. If we pass through the road, it will be difficult for us to avoid being discovered by the enemy of the gun tower."
As he said that, he turned his head and looked at the other side, "Comrade Yu Chang, what do you think?"
Liu Bo licked his dry lips and did not answer directly. Instead, he took out the map from his body and waved his hand to signal 'second brother' and 'third brother' to come and see, "Look, here, here, here."
"As long as the gun is fired here, not only the Japanese and puppet troops in this artillery tower, but also the Japanese and puppet troops in these two places can also be reinforced immediately, and we will be attacked from three sides."
"Comrade Yu Chang, what do you mean?" He Guan looked at Liu Bo and asked.
Liu Bo smiled, "third brother" was still angry with him, and whispered "Comrade Yu Chang". Although this was also a task, this tone explained everything:
This kid means that he only recognizes Comrade Yu Chang and does not know Liu Bo.
Fang Muheng wanted to laugh in his heart. He and Liu Bo had basically reconciled, but he knew that He Guan was really angry. When he just met, Liu Bo seemed to call He Guan "third brother" on purpose and unintentionally. He Guan was so angry that he wanted to beat Liu Bo.
"We need to take a detour, from here, bypass the artillery tower in front of us, and then pass through from here, from the junction of the two sides." Liu Bo said with a serious expression.
As an outstanding student in the Japanese military academy, it can be said that in this New Fourth Army squad, and even in the large army, there are not many people who are more familiar with the Japanese combat style and some characteristics than him.
...
Julaida Road, at the entrance of a time-honored theater.
Zhang Ping was wearing a cheongsam, wearing a fur coat on her outside, and carrying a small Kun bag on her arms, getting out of a rickshaw.
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