Zhou Hongsu did not light the kerosene lamp again.
Several comrades picked up two quilts and covered themselves with them. They lay on the ground and turned on their flashlights.
Zhou Hongsu didn't read the newspaper first, he looked at the photos first.
After taking a look at the photo, Zhou Hongsu's expression changed, and a huge feeling of sadness came over him.
It's Lao Liao.
He remembered this old anti-league comrade from the Northeast. Except for him, everyone in the family died on the battlefield against the Japanese invaders.
The organization arranged for Lao Liao to come to Shanghai for treatment of his injuries, and it was Zhou Hongsu who was responsible for connecting him to the organization.
After that, the two never met again, and they heard the news again that it was Lao Liao who had died.
Enduring his grief, Zhou Hongsu picked up the newspaper and read it carefully. After a while, his face changed.
…
after an hour.
In a beautiful garden apartment on Masinan Road.
"Old Zhou, you are violating organizational discipline." Peng Yu'ou criticized with a serious expression.
Today is not a day for meetings. According to organizational discipline, Zhou Hongsu should not be here.
"Old Liao died." Zhou Hongsu didn't explain anything, he directly took out the photo.
It was Peng Yuou who arranged for him to take Lao Liao back.
Peng Yu'ou is the leader of the municipal party committee. He paid personal attention to it and arranged for Lao Liao's treatment. Now that something happened to Lao Liao, Zhou Hongsu felt the need to report to Peng Yu'ou immediately.
Sure enough, Peng Yuou no longer criticized him for violating discipline, but his expression changed and he was very shocked, "Comrade Lao Liao, how did he die?"
Zhou Hongsu made a detailed report on what he could learn about the situation.
Peng and Ou are sad and angry.
Lao Liao did not die on the front lines fighting the Japanese invaders in Baishan Heishui, but he died in the hands of Kuomintang agents.
This is so sad and so infuriating.
…
"According to my judgment, Lao Liao should have been preparing to join forces with our comrades at that time." Zhou Hongsu expressed his speculation.
"Comrade Lao Liao chose to sacrifice himself to save his comrades." Peng and Ou sighed.
Zhou Hongsu knew clearly in his heart that the comrade he wanted to protect must be very important to allow Lao Liao to sacrifice himself so decisively.
"Lao Peng, did Lao Liao have been active in the French Concession before his death?"
"What do you want to ask?"
"Lao Peng, Comrade Luo Yannian..." Zhou Hongsu asked immediately as he thought of what he had been doubting.
"Old Zhou, organize discipline!" Peng Yuou said in a deep voice.
Last month, the Political Division of the French Concession Patrol Room planned to secretly arrest Comrade Luo Yannian, an important leader of the Municipal Party Committee. The organization received warning information half an hour in advance, and Comrade Luo Yannian had a narrow escape.
Not only this incident, but before this, the organization had obtained important information about the French Concession several times.
Zhou Hongsu has always been confused. He is responsible for the intelligence work of the French Concession, but he knows nothing about this information.
Therefore, he speculated that there must be other sources of intelligence in the organization that he did not have.
"Old Peng, of course I know organizational discipline." Zhou Hongsu thought for a moment and said, "Old Liao died. What we have to do now is to investigate the reason why Lao Liao died and whether this line is still safe."
"If this line is reliable, I request that this intelligence line be transferred to my hands."
He was in charge of the intelligence work in the French Concession and felt that his request was reasonable.
…
Peng and Ou shook their heads.
"Lao Peng." Zhou Hongsu said eagerly.
"Okay, Lao Zhou, it's impossible to hand over this line to you. This is organizational discipline." Peng Yuou said flatly.
Seeing this, Zhou Hongsu could only sigh helplessly, and he did not persist any longer.
Peng Yuou emphasized organizational discipline many times today, which shows that the line behind Comrade Liao is very important and special, and he must obey organizational decisions.
Peng and Ou smiled bitterly in their hearts.
It wasn't that he didn't want to transfer the information behind Lao Liao to Zhou Hongsu. The problem was that this intelligence line was not in his hands at all.
This intelligence line belongs directly to the Second Section of the Central Special Branch.
Central Special Technology entrusted Shanghai Special Technology to manage it.
Shanghai Special Branch and the Shanghai local party organization are two separate lines.
After the death of comrade "Zhulin" of Shanghai Teco.
Through the arrangements made by Comrade "Zhulin" during his lifetime, Peng and Ou temporarily obtained the right to receive intelligence from this intelligence line.
However, Peng and Ou only knew Lao Liao and knew nothing about Lao Liao's online presence.
He didn't even know what the other party's code name was.
All connections are with Lao Liao.
When Lao Liao died, the line was broken.
For Peng Yuou, he must strictly keep the fact that this line is not in his hands strictly confidential and cannot mention it to Zhou Hongsu.
This is iron discipline, forged by bloody lessons.
…
"Lao Peng, please read this newspaper again."
"Tomorrow's "Declaration"?" Peng Yuou picked up the newspaper and could still smell the strong smell of ink. He glanced at the date.
"Yes, the comrades from "Declaration" sent it more than an hour ago."
"Sad cry! The anti-Japanese heroes were trapped alive, their loved ones hated them and their enemies were happy, why did this happen!"
The title of "Declaration" immediately caught Peng Yuou's attention, and he finished reading it quickly.
"Despicable and shameless!" Peng Yuou slapped the table hard, "It hurts those who are close to you, and quick to those who are enemies. That's right!"
"Lao Peng, we must seize the time to rescue this comrade." Zhou Hongsu said emotionally.
"I know." Peng Yuou nodded, "We must save him, but there are a few things we need to be clear about."
"You say." Zhou Hongsu nodded. Although he was anxious, he also understood that underground work must be done very carefully and there is no rush.
"The first point is that the identity and background of this comrade must be confirmed as much as possible. We cannot just say what is said in the newspaper."
"Yes, there are many exiled students at National Tongji University, and they should know some things."
"The second point." Peng and Ou were pacing, "Even if they are not our comrades, as long as they are anti-Japanese patriots, we must try our best to rescue them."
"Of course."
"The third point is that the comrades in "Declaration" should contact this journalist friend again to learn more detailed information as much as possible."
"I'll make the arrangements." Zhou Hongsu nodded and said.
"The fourth point is that I will arrange a meeting with Barrister Song Liu as soon as possible, hire her as a lawyer, ask for a prison visit, have direct contact with Mr. Zhu Yuan, and defend him."
"The fifth point is that the arrest on Father Kim Road, the arrest of the reporter friend from "The Declaration", and the shooting incident on Appel Road all happened on the same day. We need to find out whether there is any connection between them.
Contact, is it a signal for a new round of manhunt?" Peng and Ou paused, "The identities of the two people who escaped on Appel Road should be as clear as possible. They are probably our comrades."
"The sixth point." Peng Yuou looked sad, "Do everything possible to find out the truth about Lao Liao's murder. The blood of comrades cannot be shed in vain. We must avenge the sacrificed comrades."
…
In the morning, it was raining heavily.
Cheng Qianfan did not hold an umbrella. He wore the standard raincoat issued by the patrol room.
"Brother Fan——"
The half-grown boy came running screaming in the drizzle.
Cheng Qianfan held it down skillfully.
The neighbors laughed, which is a happy thing for the residents of Yendli every morning.
No one in the neighborhood would notice that the half-grown boy didn't shout "help" today.
The screams of a young boy came from behind, and Cheng Qianfan pulled down his rain hat and covered the police hat.
Rain dripped down the brim of his hat, covering his cold eyes.
One of his hands had quietly opened the holster, and with a click, the safety was also opened.