"A relatively rare situation?" Su Chende lit the cigarette, took a puff, and said, "Continue."
"The telegram sent by the operator of Radio K may have been sent to more than one place." Ping Pengxuan said.
"What do you mean?" Su Chende thought about it and asked, "Are you saying that this reporter is not simple and may be a multi-faceted spy?"
"This subordinate cannot give this answer." Ping Pengxuan shook his head and said, "First of all, we cannot be sure that this person is sending reports to multiple parties. In addition, even if this reporter sends reports to multiple parties, there may be a real need.
, cannot identify others from this.”
Su Chende glared at Ping Pengxuan, and after talking for a long time, he said nothing.
"You have been following this K radio station for some time." Su Chende said, "This time K radio station appeared near Jinling University. This is a change. The other party's radio operator has also changed. This is the first time.
Two changes.”
He looked at Ping Pengxuan and said, "As long as there is a change, there will definitely be traces of the change. As the saying goes, there will be traces when you step on the snow."
"This is our opportunity." Su Chende said in a deep voice, "I will arrange for the intelligence department to cooperate with you and try to seize Radio K."
"I want to see which mountain monster this K radio station is." Su Chende said with a cold snort.
"Yes." Ping Pengxuan said quickly. He looked at Su Chende and expressed his position, "With the district leader's personal deployment, this mysterious K radio station will definitely show its flaws this time."
At this time, there was lightning in the sky, and then there was a thunder.
It's raining.
…
Cheng Qianfan looked at the violent wind and rain outside the window, playing with a cigarette in his hand, his eyes calm.
The door opened.
The one who came in was Hao Zai.
"Brother Fan, we found it." Hao Zai picked up the towel on the wooden hook rack, wiped the rain off his face, and said.
"Where?" Cheng Qianfan asked immediately.
"Yangjiang Hotel." Hao Zai said, "Dong Zhengguo, Cao Yu and their group of eight people all live in Yangjiang Hotel."
"What's the specific situation?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
"I don't know about the rest," Hao Zai said. "Both Dong Zhengguo and Cao Yu are very vigilant and cunning guys. The brothers didn't dare to enter the hotel to inquire."
The brothers he brought to Nanjing this time were neither from the Special Situation Unit nor from the patrol room. Strictly speaking, they were people who were completely obedient to Brother Fan and were Brother Fan's most trusted bodyguards. These people had all been tortured before.
Thanks to Brother Fan’s kindness, he or his family members were even saved by Brother Fan.
These brothers take orders from Brother Fan at any time, and many secret things can be entrusted to them. At the same time, because they have nothing to do with other parties and are just Brother Fan’s private armed forces, even if something happens, they will not attract any attention.
What suspicion.
Is it reasonable for the dignified ‘Mr. Xiao Cheng’ to have his own private armed force?
Very reasonable.
As for why 'Mr. Xiao Cheng' arranged for his subordinates to keep an eye on Dong Zhengguo and others?
When Dong Zhengguo assassinated Brother Fan, everyone in Shanghai knew that "Mr. Xiao Cheng" had a grudge.
If Li Cuiqun hadn't come forward to mediate, "Mr. Xiao Cheng" would have found an opportunity to kill Dong Zhengguo in Shanghai.
…
"You are right to be cautious." Cheng Qianfan nodded, "That guy Cao Yu is very evil. Dong Zhengguo, the 'first officer' of the Party Affairs Investigation Department, is a capable guy."
"Brother Fan wants to kill Dong Zhengguo and the others?" Hao Zai asked.
"Not sure yet." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "If it's not necessary, it's better not to create unnecessary complications."
He said to Hao Zai, "I'm just curious. It's not surprising that Dong Zhengguo and Cao Yu came to Nanjing for business. It's a bit strange that Feng Man followed them."
Then he glared at Hao Zai, "What's that expression on your face? Brother Fan, am I the kind of person who stares at other people's wives?"
Hao Zai shook his head.
"Okay, no more joking." Cheng Qianfan lit the cigarette he had been playing with for a while, took a puff, and said, "Before Feng Man rebelled and defected to Japan, she was the deputy director of the Suhu District Radio Station of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China. Such a person
As a human woman, every move she makes deserves even more attention than Dong Zhengguo and Cao Yu."
"Then I will find a way to arrange for people to stay in the hotel and keep an eye on them?" Hao Zai said.
"Inappropriate." Cheng Qianfan shook his head. A bachelor staying in a hotel is already the enemy's focus and subject of investigation. Once something is done here, it will be a breakthrough for the enemy's investigation afterwards.
"Is Lu Liu following you?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
"Following." Hao Zai nodded.
"That kid looks like a pervert at first glance, so let him go to a nightclub and spend money to hook up with a dancer, and then he can live in a hotel with the money." Cheng Qianfan thought for a while and said.
"I understand." Hao Zai said, "That kid is better off."
…
There was a violent storm all night.
In the early morning, the rain weakened and started to pour, but the wind was still quite strong.
Feng Man opened his eyes.
"Jungkook."
"Jungkook."
She called several times, but no one answered.
Feng Man then got up and went to the bathroom to take a look, but did not see her husband.
At this time, the door opened.
Dong Zhengguo came in carrying a food box.
"You're awake." Dong Zhengguo said with a smile, "Go brush your teeth and wash up quickly. I went out to buy breakfast."
As he said that, he raised the food box in his hand and said, "It's all what you like to eat."
"Zheng Guo, you are so kind to me." Feng Man said.
"That's what I said." Dong Zhengguo picked up a towel and wiped the rain on his body, and said, "You are my wife and my lover. If I don't love you, who will I love?"
Hearing this, Feng Man felt a sore nose and felt even more guilty towards her husband.
"I'm going to brush my teeth and wash up."
"I've eaten outside, you can eat it by yourself." Dong Zhengguo put down the food box, "I'll go out and I'll be back in a while."
"I know."
…
Dong Zhengguo held a black umbrella, his spine straight, walking in the wind and rain.
Since embarking on the path of following Mr. Wang, Dong Zhengguo has paid special attention to his posture and kept his waist straight.
But now, his waist is straighter than ever.
This is a subconscious psychological reflex behavior.
Biyun Tea House.
Dong Zhengguo went up to the second floor, glanced around, and saw a man eating soup dumplings and drinking porridge.
He smiled slightly and walked over.
"Brother Dong." The man looked up and saw Dong Zhengguo. He quickly finished the bun in his hand, but he choked. He took another big mouthful of hot porridge and felt comfortable.
"Eat yours." Dong Zhengguo said. He picked up a soup dumpling, took a small bite, greedily sucked the soup, and then slowly ate it, "This soup dumpling is really good."
"Two more soup dumplings." Dong Zhengguo shouted to the boy. As he spoke, he picked up a bottle of vinegar and poured it on the small plate. "Xiaoyan, have you found it?"
"Found it." Duan Xinyan took a sip of hot porridge, then took out a piece of paper from his body and handed it to Dong Zhengguo, "The call was made from a grocery store. This is the address."
"This is not far from Yangjiang Hotel, right?" Dong Zhengguo glanced at the address written on the paper, thought for a while and asked.
"It's not that far." Duan Xinyan nodded and said, "It's only four or five miles from here."
"Thank you for your hard work." Dong Zhengguo nodded, "Don't tell anyone about this."
"Brother Dong, don't worry, I'm still worried about this." Duan Xinyan said.
…
"Okay, you can eat, I'm going back to the hotel." Dong Zhengguo said, taking out a dozen banknotes from his body and putting them on the table.
"Brother Dong, what are you doing?" Duan Xinyan said anxiously, "Brother Dong, aren't you a shabby person?"
"It costs money for people in your telegraph office to inquire about information. How can I let you pay for it yourself?" Dong Zhengguo said.
"No, there's really no need. That guy knows that I'm from No. 21, Yihe Road, so naturally he doesn't dare not help me check," Duan Xinyan said.
"Take it," Dong Zhengguo said, "I'll share some with others later. It's not easy these days."
"Brother Dong." Duan Xinyan looked at Dong Zhengguo.
"Okay, just take it if I ask you to. Is there no point in talking to you?" Dong Zhengguo glared at Duan Xinyan and said, "Let's go."
As he said that, he pointed to the table and said, "Breakfast is yours."
"I'm treating you, I'm treating you." Duan Xinyan was happy and said quickly.
After leaving the teahouse, holding an umbrella in his left hand, Dong Zhengguo took out the paper from his pocket with his right hand. Although the paper was exposed to the wind and rain, soon the handwriting written by the pen became blurred.
Dong Zhengguo crumpled the paper on which the handwriting could no longer be seen clearly, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it away when passing by a small river ditch.
He flagged down a rickshaw and said, "Go to Quanmin Cigarette Shop on Gongyuan Road."
…
Zhang Quanmin stood behind the counter, looking at the rain outside, and couldn't help but frown slightly.
Although the rain is light, rainy days will eventually affect business.
It was at this time that he saw the man with a straight spine walking over, holding a black umbrella.
"Sir, what do you want to order?" Zhang Quanmin greeted warmly.
"The shopkeeper." Dong Zhengguo put away his umbrella, glanced at the shopkeeper, and asked with a smile, "Excuse me, at about a quarter past seven last night, someone asked for your phone number. Do you remember..."
"I don't remember, I don't remember." Zhang Quanmin waved his hand, "There are so many people asking for phone calls every day, how can I remember clearly?"
"Really?" Dong Zhengguo looked at the shopkeeper, and then suddenly took action and grabbed a notebook on the counter.
"What are you doing? You robbed my account book..." the shopkeeper asked anxiously.
Then his voice suddenly stopped because he saw the black muzzle of the gun.
…
"The Secret Service Headquarters is tracking down anti-Japanese elements." Dong Zhengguo held a gun in his right hand and pointed the muzzle at the shopkeeper. However, he himself did not even look at the shopkeeper. Instead, he lowered his head and looked through the account books.
"Last night, there were only two calls in total." Dong Zhengguo closed the account book, put away his gun, looked at the shopkeeper, and asked in a gentle tone, "The shopkeeper's business is very average."
"Eating from scratch, barely making ends meet," the shopkeeper said hurriedly.
"Yes, making a living." Dong Zhengguo nodded slightly, and then his expression changed, "Think about it carefully and answer my question clearly——"
He looked at the shopkeeper and said, "Otherwise, it will be treated as having an affair with Chongqing, so I have to ask the shopkeeper to come with me."
The shopkeeper's face looked frightened and uneasy, and he seemed to be hesitating.
"Say." Dong Zhengguo's voice was stern, "Do you still remember the person who called at 7:15 last night?!"
"A quarter past seven, a quarter past seven..." Under the intimidation of Dong Zhengguo's gaze, the shopkeeper finally nodded, "I remember, I remember."
"What does that person look like? What are his physical characteristics?" Dong Zhengguo asked, "Is he a stranger or an acquaintance? What clothes was he wearing? Where did he come from? Which direction did he go after leaving your place?"
"That person, that person..." the shopkeeper hesitated.
Then his head was pressed against the muzzle of the gun again.
"That man came from the east, wearing a suit and tie..."
"That man is wearing a hat, a hat."
"That man was wearing a mask and couldn't see his face clearly," the shopkeeper said.
Having said this, a trace of hesitation flashed across Zhang Quanmin's expression.
"Say!" Dong Zhengguo said coldly.
"Although the man was wearing a hat to hide it, I still saw it..."
"What did you see?"
"That man is missing one of his ears," the shopkeeper said with a sad face.
…
Dong Zhengguo's eyes lit up and he immediately confirmed this.
Although he was shocked inside because this was a candidate he didn't expect.
However, this is indeed——
Found you!
He already had the answer in his mind, but just to be on the safe side, Dong Zhengguo asked a few more questions.
After getting the necessary information, Dong Zhengguo threatened the shopkeeper to keep the matter in his stomach before leaving.
Seeing the agent from the secret service headquarters leaving and the shopkeeper sitting down on the stool, he was frightened.
Then his face changed drastically, and the shopkeeper whimpered and whispered.
"Boss, good man, I, I can't do anything. I can't do anything. If you want to blame it, blame the traitor. I can't do anything." The more Zhang Quanmin thought about it, the sadder and guiltier he became.
…
Yangjiang Hotel.
"Where have you been?" Feng Man couldn't help but ask as he looked at his husband who came back from the door.
"Go out for a walk." Dong Zhengguo picked up the cup, drank a large glass of water, and said, "I thought that although there are few people on this rainy day, it is precisely because there are few people that these people go out on rainy days, which means that it is usually more difficult to go out.
many."
He wiped his mouth and said to his wife, "I'm just going to ask around to see if anyone has seen Huaiyuan."
"Zheng Guo!" Feng Man learned that her husband was so busy early in the morning that he went out to look for his little brother in the rain. Her heart was surrounded by huge emotions, and at the same time she felt a huge sense of guilt against her husband.
her heart.
"Isn't this what it should be?" Dong Zhengguo said gently, "There are newspapers and magazines on the table. You can take a rest."
He said to his wife, "I remember I have some official business and I need to talk to Team Leader Cao. I'll come over."
"Go and do your work." Feng Man said.
…
Dong Zhengguo knocked on the door of 305.
"Brother Cao, it's time to get up." Dong Zhengguo took a look, looked at Cao Yu who was still sleepy in his nightgown and got up to open the door, and said.
As the team leader, Cao Yu naturally enjoys the treatment of a separate guest room.
He sat directly on the bed, yawned, and casually pulled the quilt over his legs to keep warm. Then he smiled bitterly and said to Dong Zhengguo, "Brother Dong, Section Chief Dong, are you busy this early in the morning?"
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