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Concession, Myersey Love Road.
A hidden stronghold at the Shanghai Station of the Secret Service.
Sheng Shuyu knocked in and entered.
He glanced at Zheng Weilong, then walked to Dai Chuzu's side, covered his mouth and whispered a few times.
"I won't disturb you to rest after sitting at the end of the day." Zheng Weilong felt quite unhappy, but he still stood up and said goodbye with tactfulness.
"Dao San, thank you for your hard work in this matter." Dai Chunfeng said.
"It is all about serving the party and the country, serving the leaders, and doing three things." Zheng Weilong said, glanced at Sheng Shuyu who did not say a word and left.
"Saturday, there is a secret telegram from the 'blue bird' from Nanjing." Sheng Shuyu handed the telegram to Dai Chunfeng.
The message has been translated.
To be precise, it was translated by Qi Wu, who had the codebooks that had contacted the "Blue Bird", and then generated the power to Sheng Shuyu. Sheng Shuyu translated it according to another set of codebooks he had.
In the entire secret service, only Dai Chunfeng and Qi Wu have the codebook of the connection between Qingniao and Nanjing headquarters.
"That's great!" Dai Chunfeng glanced at the telegram and said happily.
There was no further information feedback from "Qi Qiaohua", so the Secret Service was temporarily suspicious that Masao Nishida had sneaked into Shanghai, but did not finally confirm the matter.
Unexpectedly, the "Blue Bird" could grasp the situation of Nishida Masao so quickly, which not only confirmed that Nishida Masao is indeed in Shanghai, but also learned about Nishida Masao's current position and work tasks in Shanghai.
After being happy, Dai Chunfeng's expression became solemn again.
At this moment, although the Japanese army had begun to turn from defense to offense on the battlefield in the Songhu battlefield, overall, the two sides were still in a stalemate.
Under such circumstances, the Japanese side had already considered the "public security" after occupying Shanghai, and arranged for Nishida Masao Masao Nishida to serve as the squad leader of the General Services Squad of the Shanghai Sender Force to seek infiltration into the concession.
This aroused Dai Chunfeng's high alert and worry.
Dai Chunfeng was mentally prepared for the fall of Shanghai.
The senior secret service office leaders were very clear about the importance of the concession regarding the struggle against Japan after the fall of Shanghai.
The special nature of the concession makes it an inevitable stronghold chosen by the Secret Service. Relying on the concession stronghold, hiding it, attacking the Chinese world and attacking the traitors and Japanese invaders, this is the basic action plan.
If Japan's infiltration into the concession becomes increasingly strong, and even controls the concession to a certain extent, this will definitely be a huge security threat to the Secret Service.
"Shuyu, where do you think the Japanese will make a fuss?" Dai Chunfeng asked Sheng Shuyu.
"Traitor." Sheng Shuyu said decisively, "Although the concession is French, British, and American, the ones who really do things and control the streets and alleys of the concession are Chinese policemen, Chinese visitors and gang members."
"If the Japanese want to penetrate the concession as quickly as possible, especially to master more eyeliners, the most time-saving way is to attract traitors to serve them." Sheng Shuyu said.
Dai Chunfeng agreed deeply and nodded with a gloomy face.
"Some people forget their ancestors, not as good as Chinese, and want to be Japanese dogs." Dai Chunfeng sneered, "Then bento a dead dog."
Sheng Shuyu didn't say anything, but he knew that with Dai Chunfeng's words, Shanghai would set off bloody storms in the future.
"If you were Japanese, who would you be the first to win over to be a traitor?" Dai Chunfeng asked suddenly.
"Cheng Qianfan." Sheng Shuyu said without hesitation.
...
Cheng Qianfan did not immediately leave the safe house on Deserang Road.
He cooks rice.
Another salted fish was fried.
After dinner, I peeled oranges and ate them again.
The fish bones, fish bones and orange peel were thrown into the bamboo basket in the kitchen.
He took the trash can and threw the garbage into the garbage pool.
After returning with a bamboo basket, Cheng Qianfan tinkered at the door for a while.
I walked to the door of my neighbor's house and knocked on the door.
"Who?" The sound of questions came from inside.
"Mr. Qiu, it's me, next door." Cheng Qianfan said with a little walnut in his mouth, his voice was a little hoarse, "I've got a mouse trap nearby and tell the dolls to be careful."
"I know." Mr. Qiu responded and walked back.
"Who?" Mrs. Qiu asked her husband.
"The next door said that the mouse clip was removed, so the children should be careful," said Mr. Qiu.
"What's your surname next door? What do you do?" asked Mrs. Qiu, "I always go out early and come back late, and I haven't seen anyone for several days."
"It seems that his surname is Qian, I can't remember it." Mr. Qiu was not sure, "You care what he does, you're sleepy."
Mrs. Qiu said oh and stopped talking.
"Oh, hair." Mrs. Qiu gently hit the gentleman.
Cheng Qianfan did not go home, so he stayed in the safe house that night. At around 3 a.m., he woke up on time, washed up and went out.
When I locked the door, I deliberately made some noises, went out and rode my bike, left the alley and turned right.
Every time at this time, Liu Ada was always sad when she saw Xiao Cheng come back with pastries such as cakes, sugar cakes, fried dough sticks, etc.
He attaches great importance to the business of Chief Xiao Cheng's family.
It’s not about how much I can eat at the home of Vice President Xiao Cheng.
But because if Vice President Xiao Cheng visited his wonton stall, the neighbors would like to eat quite a bit. If Vice President Xiao Cheng did not eat his wonton one day, rumors would spread everywhere, and Vice President Xiao Cheng disliked his wonton stall.
Liu Ada highly suspected that this rumor was spread by the fried steamed buns in the alley next door.
Especially when he saw the fried steamed buns in Cheng Qianfan's hand, Liu Ada became more convinced of his suspicion.
...
Taulphes Road.
Under pressure, the National Government Party Investigation Department finally had no choice but to agree to formally transfer some of the "criminals" in custody to the Red Party.
"Mr. Zhou, I have long admired the name." Wu Shanyue shook hands with Zhou Hongsu.
Zhou Hongsu shook hands with his opponent, and his eyes passed over the executioner of the Party Affairs Investigation Office in front of him and looked behind him.
A truck parked on the side of the road.
About a dozen skinny people supported each other. There were obvious injuries on their bodies, and some could not stand at all, but everyone's eyes were so firm and powerful.
"Mr. Wu, this is what you said about your reply to us to be healthy and act as usual?" Zhou Hongsu was angry and questioned Wu Shanyue.
"Mr. Zhou, you must know that the two parties in the Guohong region have officially reached cooperation this year. Before that, I don't need to say more about what our relationship is." Wu Shanyue sneered, "I'm so fussy."
As he said that, Wu Shanyue ignored Zhou Hongsu and turned around and left with his subordinates.
"Bastard!" Zhou Hongsu cursed angrily.
He took two colleagues from the Eighth Office and stepped forward a few steps, looking at the people in front of him, his eyes were wet.
The reason he was angry just now was because he saw a lesbian whose eyes were blind, obviously being poked, and another comrade was being supported, his calves bent backwards ninety degrees, which was broken.
"Comrades, I will take you home on behalf of the organization." Zhou Hongsu's eyes were wet.
Hearing this, more than a dozen comrades who were tortured and still steadfast could no longer hold on. Some of them covered their faces and cried, while some stood there, tears flowing down their cheeks, and some were laughing, and tears also came down.
Just now, they held on and must not lose face in front of the enemy.
Zhou Hongsu arranged for the comrades of the Eighth Office to help these comrades in poor health into the car. The only car in the Eighth Office drove over. In addition, he used his connections to find a way to borrow several cars.
Liu Bo stood there, he didn't cry, but there seemed to be a torrent in his heart.
He was arranged to be detained with these people yesterday. From these inmates, he learned about the situation and experiences of the arrested Red Party.
Some people have been arrested for five years and are almost tortured every once in a while. They are no longer severe torture, because no matter how cruel torture is, they survived, and the secret service of the State Government knew that they could not ask anything.
The torture after that was more like the other party's intentional torture and slaughter. Every time he went through severe torture, he was then carried out in blood. When the wound of the injured had just healed, he was tortured again. If it was repeated, many people were tortured and died.
Liu Bo listened to the Red Party, who had been arrested for five years and had also suffered such inhuman abuse and punishment, and this person did not hide his hatred for the National Party. However, from his eyes, Liu Bo saw more of a firm look.
It is a belief like steel.
The two also discussed their understanding of redism. The other party was surprised at Liu Bo's understanding of red thoughts. At the same time, they saw the serious injuries on Liu Bo, and they also admired his own comrade very much.
"We are all Red Party members made of steel materials!" the man said to Liu Bo.
At this moment, Liu Bo stood here, and the pain on his body was tormenting him, but he was more confused at this moment.
Have you been released?
Judging from this situation, is it the Red Party that rescued him?
He was confused, wandering, and even a little at a loss.
When Liu Bo heard the Red Party official in front of him say 'Welcome home', he missed his wife and children so much.
Zhou Hongsu looked at Liu Bo, and the complicated expression in his eyes flashed, and he walked forward and held Liu Bo's hand, "Comrade Liu Bo, please get in the car."
Liu Bo—Comrade!
Hearing the other party called him that, a huge warm current suddenly surged in Liu Bo's heart, at a loss.
He looked at Zhou Hongsu, opened his cracked lips and said, "Thank you."
"Why do you need to thank me among comrades?" Zhou Hongsu smiled, "Those who agree with redism and are willing to run for the freedom and happiness of the working people all over the world are like-minded people."
"Yes, comrade, like-minded, comrade." Liu Bo nodded, and he looked at the car next to him, "Comrade, I want to go home and have a look."
"It should be understandable." Zhou Hongsu nodded and said, he smiled and pointed to the car behind.
Liu Bo turned his head to look and saw his wife and son getting out of the car. His wife covered her face and cried. His son ran over as if he was shouting that his father was flying.
The child ran quickly and rushed directly into Liu Bo's arms.
Zhou Hongsu knew that Liu Bo had been tortured and was worried that Liu Bo would be injured, so he wanted to go up and hug the child.
The little guy was very clever. He twisted his waist and avoided Zhou Hongsu, threw himself into his father's arms, knocking Liu Bo, who was squatting and ready to hug the child, to the ground.
Ouch.
The injury on the back implicated the muscles and pulled the nerves, and Liu Bo let out a muffled groan.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?" the child asked.
"It's nothing, dad is fine." Liu Bo said.
"Dad, where have you been these days?" The child continued to ask. He asked his mother, but the mother never told him where his father was. After asking too much, the mother beat him up.
"Dad is lost, dad is looking for a way." Liu Bo said.
"Have you found it?" the child asked.
"Finished." Liu Bo pinched his son's face and showed a smile on his face, "Finished, found."
He found a red path to liberate the working people all over the world!
Standing up with difficulty, touching his son's head, Liu Bo smiled at his concern and crying wife.
He looked at the comrade who had been imprisoned for five years, suffered countless tortures, had countless scars on his body, and had almost no good meat. He stood beside the car and smiled at him.
Other comrades who had just been released in the car also poked their heads out, smiled at him, and waved.
He remembered his parents who had been poor all their lives and were oppressed by fishermen.
I remembered my neighbor's family who was beaten to death and threw it into the sea because of resisting the oppression of the fisherman.
I remembered a lot.
Liu Bo held his son's hand, and his wife came up to support him and walked towards the car.