There are disassembled pistol parts on the coffee table.
There is also a hammer and some nails.
Hearing the sound of the door, Jiang Bin sat up straight, yawned and said, "I'm back..."
Qi Yue looked at him: "I asked you to keep an eye on me. Why are you still asleep?"
Jiang Bin said: "I was cleaning the gun just now. After a few wipes, the upper eyelids and lower eyelids kept fighting. My heart said, you two should stop fighting. It's better to make peace."
Qi Yue said: "Harmony is the most valuable thing? Let's get along with each other."
Jiang Bin smiled and said: "That's right, how can you sleep if you don't close your eyes?"
Qi Yue said: "I haven't seen you clean the gun a few times, why are you so diligent all of a sudden?"
"My gun hasn't been cleaned for almost half a year, and it smells really bad. To use what we people in Beiping say, it's extremely dirty!"
Jiang Bin took the rag and continued to clean the gun.
"This sentence is not Peiping dialect."
"Where is that?"
"Tangshan dialect."
"I kept hearing you say it, and I thought it was Beiping dialect."
Qi Yue pointed to the wall: "Is there nothing going on next door?"
"A hundred pairs of eyes are staring at me, what can happen..."
Jiang Bin looked very relaxed.
Qi Yue asked: "Where did the hammer come from?"
"I borrowed it from the waiter. Oh, the sole of the shoe fell off and I have to nail it again."
Jiang Bin explained.
Only then did Qi Yue notice that an old shoe sole was thrown on the floor: "How did you drop it?"
Jiang Bin said: "Don't mention it. I kicked the threshold without paying attention. Let me tell you, if this person is unlucky, even drinking cold water will cause his teeth to break!"
"Then it's not so urgent. It will be easier to find a shoe repairman tomorrow."
Qi Yue took out a match, lit the half-finished cigar, and took a deep breath.
Jiang Bin said: "The heels are high and low, and I feel uncomfortable walking. What I know is that the sole of the shoe has fallen off, but what I don't know is that there is something wrong with my legs and feet."
Qi Yue said: "Hypocritical."
"It's so pretentious. I'm just idle. I just want to find something to do for myself..."
Jiang Bin skillfully assembled the pistol.
Qi Yue picked up the hammer and weighed it: "I have all the tools, but you haven't nailed them yet."
Jiang Bin glared: "I'm not asleep."
"You can still make sense when you're asleep. What's the matter? Do you want me to give you a credit?"
"No need, don't report to me in front of the section chief, I just thank you."
"Hey, are you excited?"
Jiang Bin smiled and clasped his fists: "Police sergeant, calm down and just kidding."
"This attitude is okay. I'll forgive you for now, but I won't do it again next time! Let's nail your shoes. Sergeant, please rest for a while."
Qi Yue got up and entered the bedroom.
Jiang Bin said lazily: "I won't do it this late at night. I'll do it again tomorrow morning..."
As a lurker, knowing that his superiors are in danger and that he may be arrested at any time, he will never be in the mood to do meaningless things.
Yang Fengruo's arrest would directly affect Jiang Bin.
Even to protect himself, Jiang Bin will try his best to prevent this from happening.
Everything he did must be related to this!
Lying on the soft spring bed, Qi Yue gradually smoothed out his thoughts, and a set of images emerged in his mind: Jiang Bin used a dagger to pry open the soles of his shoes, and used this as an excuse to ask the waiter to bring him a hammer and nails.
Through the hammering sound, Morse code is used to warn the next door that there are gaps at the joints of the heating pipes. As long as the ear is good enough, you should be able to hear the sound of the iron.
Just a few simple syllables, such as the word "danger", can allow an experienced agent to make a correct judgment.
Qi Yue also understood that it had been arranged long ago to let Jiang Bin stay alone in the room. Ning Zhiyuan's purpose was very clear, to "create conditions" as much as possible to let Jiang Bin reveal more flaws.
Judging from the reality, Jiang Bin has already stepped into the trap with one foot.
Why did he stop warning again?
…
one hour ago.
Jiang Bin squatted in front of the heating pipe, pressed the soles of his shoes against the wall, and raised the hammer.
Just as Qi Yue guessed.
Jiang Bin prepared to use Morse code to warn.
Communication is not an issue.
Agents trained by the Cheka will almost certainly use Morse code.
As long as Vasily receives it, he will take the initiative to cancel the connection no matter what considerations he has, thus ensuring Yang Feng's safety.
Even if other people hear it, Jiang Bin can explain it with the use of nailed shoe palms. It is estimated that no one will be able to remember the syllables of the short knocking sound.
Ma Zhuang in Room 32, including his two subordinates, are all operational personnel and know nothing about this communication technology, which is tedious to learn.
When the hammer is about to fall.
Jiang Bin suddenly stopped.
The box of Cuban cigars placed on the coffee table shocked him for no reason.
He remembered something.
On the day Ning Zhiyuan returned from Dehui, the two met in the corridor of the police station. Although they exchanged pleasantries, the feeling of unfamiliarity was unsettling.
Because of this incident, I went to Qi Yue specifically to find out what he had to say.
In just a few days, Ning Zhiyuan seemed to have no barriers at all. He not only chatted with him alone, but also gave him two boxes of expensive cigars.
Looking back now, it seems very abrupt.
Coincidentally, Akiyama Yumi happened to come in at that time to send the manuscript...
In this way, I have an advantage - I know the whole story earlier than others. For a spy, in one afternoon, he has the opportunity to formulate a countermeasure.
Besides, how could Gao Kejian not be notified of such a big matter as arresting Lao Niu?
Could this whole thing be a trap?
Thinking of this, Jiang Bin slowly put down the hammer.
He was thinking that if his analysis was correct, Vasily, the Cheka agent next door, was most likely an impostor! He was a bait!
Maybe that guy is pressing his ears against the wall right now, waiting eagerly. As soon as the hammer rings, agents will immediately come in to arrest him.
According to this logic, it is natural that Lao Niu comes to join us.
Jiang Bin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
In this life-and-death battle of wits, he finally made it through at the critical moment.
At this time, familiar footsteps came from the corridor.
It's Qi Yue who's back!
Jiang Bin thought for a moment, quickly disassembled the pistol, placed it randomly on the coffee table along with the hammer and nails, and then leaned on the sofa and pretended to sleep.
The footsteps stopped at the door.
A gentle knock on the door.
Jiang Bin just pretended not to hear. He was so confused now that he couldn't figure it out for the moment.
Ning Zhiyuan must have found something.
Otherwise, such a large formation would not have been used to set up such a bureau.
Obviously, they haven't found any evidence yet, and they should only be in the suspicion stage...
The sound of keys unlocking.
Qi Yue stepped in.
"Back..."
Jiang Bin and Qi Yue said hello, but they were thinking to themselves: Oops, how will that phone call end up?