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 inside?" A man in his thirties came hurriedly.
"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 too sudden, and the Red Party was a little unprepared for it. Recently, everyone has been working non-stop.
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.
Xiong Jiahua gave Lu Wenhua a complaining look, 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 Comrade Farmer's assistant, he still had to avoid suspicion for some confidential information.
Comrade "Farmer" quickly washed his face, picked up a worn towel and wiped his face carelessly.
"Comrade 'Farmer'." Lu Wenhua handed the message to 'Farmer', "'Huo Miao' urgent message."
The ‘farmer’ took the message, pushed up his glasses, and looked carefully
There was an expression of surprise on his face. Comrade Huo Miao actually got the cables from the Japanese high-level officials, which really cheered him up.
It seems that Comrade "Huo Miao" has further gained the trust of the Japanese special officials!
"Pingjin, 29th Army." Comrade 'Farmer' fell into thought.
After a while, 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' generated electricity this time, something strange." Lu Wenhua said hurriedly.
"What's wrong?"
"Comrade Huo Miao's fingering 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 fingering for generating electricity is basically fixed. Changing the fingering is not a trivial matter.
"Do you suspect that this message was not sent by Comrade Huo Miao personally?" asked the 'Farmer'.
"Not sure, we can't rule out this possibility." Lu Wenhua said.
"Give electricity to 'Big Cousin' and ask if 'Flame' is safe and why the fingering 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 was very important and he could only take risks.
Originally, he was considering 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.
Just for safety reasons.
The information obtained from Jiro Sanbon has a high level of confidentiality.
Zhou Ru is not high enough to have access to this information.
The safest thing is that only he knows.
The more people who know, the more danger there is.
In addition, for safety reasons, he used two fingering methods to send messages today.
The report sent to the headquarters of the Nanjing Secret Service was still sent with his right hand.
When sending telegrams to the northwest headquarters, he used his left hand.
In the past six months, Cheng Qianfan has been using a practice pad to practice sending messages with his left hand.
Just to avoid revealing your identity in fingering.
Today was the first time he 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 fingering 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.
Cheng Qianfan was lying on the bed, facing the wall sideways, "pricking up his ears" and eavesdropping.
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 yawned sleepily and said angrily.
"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 be romantic again and asked me to take over your job." Cheng Qianfan frowned and rubbed his temples, looking like he was suffering from a hangover.
"Do you want to help me?" Peter asked after tying his tie.
"Help." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, stood up, and was about to leave the lounge.
"Where are you going?" Pete asked.
"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.
All the confidential files are placed here.
"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.
Peter had met this Belarusian dancer in the big world and fell in love 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 in private, spent a sum of money, and got the phone number.
Based on his knowledge of 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 it with him.
So, this plan is only half the success.
Cheng Qianfan rubbed the keys in his pocket and thought about his 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 went to the corridor to smoke.
You can see the outside right from here.
Hao Zai 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.
Another half an hour later, it was Second Lieutenant Pitt's home on Masinan 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.
There was bird singing on the other end of the phone, but the maid couldn't understand it.
"Ma'am, phone." The maid took the phone and called upstairs.
Pete's wife Linda was listening to a record upstairs. The maid called several times before she heard it and slowly came down to answer the phone.
"Who?" (French).
The young man 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 him right.
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 stumblingly again and immediately hung up the phone.
On the other end of the phone, Linda held the microphone in her hand, and 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 from here, Hao Zi, who had been staring at Pete's house, saw a foreign woman and her maid angrily going out and calling two rickshaws.