After Xiang Xiaoqiang and Tumache discovered the small microphone, they thought they could use it, and the two of them bit their ears and discussed it for a few words.
Xiang Xiaoqiang whispered:
"The question now is whether to make them believe that the 'Queen' is fake."
stomachache says:
"And do they believe what we say? After all, this is a stick-stick department, and they are not idiots."
Xiang Xiaoqiang nodded and said:
"Yes. Tell me, normally, how long will it take for them to find out that the 'Queen' in their hands is fake?"
My stomach hurts as I think about it and say:
"It's hard to tell. The photos of His Majesty they have are all from newspapers...the ones in newspapers are not very clear...and most of them were taken at formal public occasions, such as charity auctions, New Year's balls, ship launching ceremonies, etc...
…I don’t remember any close-ups of faces, they were all taken from a relatively long distance. By the way, His Majesty studied in the UK a few years ago before he ascended the throne, and the British newspapers took a lot of them... That girl looks exactly like our Majesty.
, If they are not lying, and it is really possible to confirm which company they are from, then there will be nothing wrong with the stick."
The two discussed it for a while, and both felt that it would be better to let the other party think that the Queen was still outside. This way the other party would be bent on catching the Queen, and would then coerce and induce them, appoint officials and make wishes, and pretend to agree to cooperate with them.
Only then can I have a chance to escape.
Although the stick-stick department is definitely not that simple-minded, and although this is just wishful thinking of the two of them, there is no other way now but to give it a try.
Xiang Xiaoqiang suddenly covered his mouth and said loudly:
"Fu Hai, we will confirm later that His Majesty is a fake and that the real His Majesty is still outside and has not been caught. In this way, they may relax their guard on His Majesty, and there is still hope for His Majesty to escape."
The stomachache was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes, and immediately looked at him with admiration, and also cooperated with great talent:
"Yes, yes, let's just say that the captured Majesty is a fake..."
…
In the office above the cell, several officers looked at each other.
The captain at the head looked up at a circle of colleagues, his face flushed like an eggplant:
"Which of you believes what they say?"
Several people looked at each other and shook their heads, their faces like the bottom of a pot.
The captain took out his cigarette case, shakily took out one and put it in his mouth without lighting it, and said in a dry voice:
"That is to say...the Queen of Nanming we captured...is not at all..."
A lieutenant next to him quickly struck a match and lit it for him, and said hesitantly:
"Mr. An, you may not be lying to us...maybe it is true?"
Captain An puffed on his cigarette, leaned back on his chair, and sighed:
"It's over... It's all in vain... It's all a fucking joy... What? They didn't lie to us? Then the first words they said when they entered were false. Oh, they planned to lie to us as soon as they entered.
Is there such a thing as telling a lie and then telling the truth after a while? Why was there no sound for so long? It’s just that they were discussing how to use their plan and how to deceive us! I asked you, how did you get your brain? "
Then he slammed the table angrily and said bitterly:
"Damn it, that guy surnamed Sun in Tianyun Tower had a bucket of food and junk snacks. When he saw 'Zhu Yourong' being kidnapped by us, and he couldn't get the first credit, he immediately became anxious and exposed himself. Damn it.
Yes, he didn’t know that if he could keep his composure and continue to stay with those two fake spies, he might be able to find the real Zhu Yourong now! Damn, such a good clue was cut off by this idiot himself!…
...Hmph, just watch, I bet that guy named Sun will be dead on the street within a week! ...If we don't protect him, we are asking for it!"
Just as he was talking, a second lieutenant ran in and reported breathlessly:
"Mr. An, Tian... Shopkeeper Sun of Tianyun Tower... is dead!"
"Grandma! Isn't this too fast? When did you die?"
"Just now, he probably died just after returning to the store, and the body hasn't cooled down yet."
"How did you die?"
The second lieutenant looked strange and stammered:
"The one who was strangled to death was hung on the beam in the back hall. He was completely naked, and there were words written on his body with ink..."
"What word?"
"I wrote 'I am not a human being' on the front, and 'I am a traitor' on the back... and... I even put an anti-poem on the wall..."
Captain An asked with a dark face:
"What anti-poetry?"
The second lieutenant weakly glanced around the officers, took out a piece of paper tremblingly, and read carefully:
"Ji Su Lin Jiang vowed to destroy Hu,
An army of one hundred thousand defeated Wu.
Just watch the natural chasm break with a whip,
If you don’t believe that the Central Plains is not surnamed Zhu.”
…
"Snapped!"
Captain An slapped the table and shouted:
"Grandma! If your surname is not pig, you're not surnamed dog! Who did this? Let me find out!"
The second lieutenant trembled with fright and said quickly:
"I just took a look, he... a young man behind his shop ran away, and arrangements have been made to capture him..."
"Okay, okay," Captain An waved his hand impatiently, "Go down!"
Captain Ha, who was sitting on the table, threw away his cigarette butt and said thoughtfully:
"Brother, then again, maybe the two people down there don't even know whether what we caught is true or false. They just found the microphone and were fooling us."
"Oh? How to say it?"
"They came here to save Zhu Yourong. This is certain. Boss Sun's incident is proof of this. Before he left the city with them, Boss Sun finally told our people that these two Nanming spies had not directly met the Pseudo-Ming Empress herself.
, they still have to meet the Queen's bodyguards one more time, and then turn another corner. Therefore, they are not sure whether the Zhu Yourong we caught outside the hotel is the Queen herself. Because they have not yet met the Queen's bodyguards.
I’m not sure whether the Queen actually lives in that inn.”
"Then they can't see with their eyes? When we arrested people, they saw people nearby, so they should be able to tell whether it is true or false."
Captain Ha smiled slightly and said:
"Brother, we recognize people by looking at photos, and they recognize people by looking at photos. We can't identify people, so how can they?"
"Huh? That's right!" Captain An slapped his forehead, "Everyone is just looking at the photos in the newspaper. Is it possible that two ordinary secret agents have actually met the Queen face to face? Haha, it's true!"
Captain Ha also smiled and said:
"Also, how could it be such a coincidence? Why does the 'female college student' wearing glasses have a Nanjing accent? Why does her temperament, speech and behavior not look like ordinary people? Instead, she seems to have a royal flavor? Also, why does she have a Nanjing accent?
Just when the superiors informed us that they had shot down the fake Queen’s plane and asked us to conduct a rigorous search?”
After some "coaxing" from a few people, hope was ignited again - the "Zhu Yourong" in their hands was very likely to be real.
…
"Because you are all too smart."
A sarcastic voice came from the door.
Everyone turned their heads and looked at the door, only to see the "female college student wearing glasses" they called was leaning against the door, hugging her chest, looking at them mockingly, with teasing eyes.
Several people were stunned for a long time, unable to realize why the person who was being interrogated by the branch chief upstairs was suddenly standing at the door.
Captain An reacted first, stood up, pointed at her and shouted:
"Hey, why did you run out? Aren't you upstairs? Why is no one watching you?"
Captain Ha suddenly said curiously:
"Hey, aren't you from Nanjing? How can you speak our Beijing Mandarin?"
I remembered what she said, and what she just said in Beijing Mandarin was perfectly spoken.
"Ah, I understand," Captain An suddenly realized, "You are the special girl who protects the fake queen, so of course you can speak our words! One of the queen's bodyguards who is in contact with those two spies is you! You dead girl, I said
Why are you so good at running away? Someone is here!"
An angry voice outside the door:
"No!"
The girl with glasses smiled slightly and stepped aside, and a major in his forties came in with a gloomy face.
Several lieutenants in the room quickly stood up, stood up, and shouted in unison:
"grown ups!"
The girl with glasses said calmly:
"Lord Sa."
Major Sakda, the director of the Xuzhou branch of the stick-sticking department, quickly bowed and answered:
"Yes, yes!"
Several lieutenants were startled and looked at the scene in front of them in confusion.
The girl with glasses smiled politely at him and said:
"Master Sa, it seems that the brothers still have some misunderstandings about me. Please tell me."
"Yes, yes!" Sacra bowed in response, then straightened up, and said coldly to several of his subordinates, "I've blinded your eyes...a group of people with wine bags, food bags, useless snacks, obsessed with things, and nothing in their hearts except greed for merit.
A bastard... Do you know who you captured?"
Several lieutenants were frightened by him. Among them, Captain An boldly asked:
"I...who did we capture?"
"This," Sacra turned around and introduced respectfully, "is...is...ahem, is...the niece of Mr. Nimasani of Pukou Branch, this...Miss Nalan!"
Several subordinates looked at each other.
You thought she was some earth-shattering big shot, but she was just some kind of niece of another branch chief?
So what if he is the chief of the Pukou branch? They are all branches, and they are just on the same level as us adults. Do you deserve to be so exaggerated?
Sacra glanced at them with a sullen face and added:
"Well... Mr. Ni from Pukou is my teacher, my senior, uh, I respect him very much."
After saying this, the doubts of the people below were slightly relieved, and they looked at this rather beautiful "Miss Nalan" with doubts.
Captain An asked again reluctantly:
"Sir, then the one we caught is really not Zhu Yourong? Who is that? Why does he still look so similar?"
A timid voice at the door:
"Ah...can I...come in?"
Everyone looked towards the door. The man at the door, "Zhu Yourong," put his hands on his knees and bowed slightly. His long hair fell in front of his face, and his accent was quite blunt.
"Oh, poor Xiao Wu," Miss Nalan smiled and shook her head helplessly, "Come in, it's not your fault that you look like someone else."
"Xiao Wu" raised his face, secretly glanced at everyone in the room, trotted up to Miss Nalan, and bowed again:
"Gongmen Nasai..."
…
Several people were stunned. Captain An pointed at the girl and stammered:
"This...this is..."
"Uh," Miss Nalan patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder and said casually, "This is... Xiaolin Wushu, the daughter of the president of Pukou Xiaolin Co., Ltd. President Xiaolin and Mr. Ni are good friends, please ask me to teach his daughter
Chinese. Oh, by the way, Mr. Sa..."
"Yes Yes."
Sacra bowed quickly to listen.
Several lieutenants looked at Xiao Lin Yueyue, then at their commander, and then at this "Miss Nalan". They all knew one thing. They were being treated as fools by this "Miss Nalan". This Miss Nalan even
Don't bother to make up a rounder lie to deceive them.
But looking at their respectful commander, he was stunned and couldn't say anything.
Miss Nalan smiled politely at Sacra:
"Mr. Sa, first of all, your brothers delayed my trip and caused me to miss the train. I actually bought a train ticket... Haha, you have to compensate me for a train ticket, a train ticket and a bus ticket.
Either way, it’s best to leave in the afternoon, I want to go back to Beijing. Haha, how about it, it’s not too much, right?”
"Not too much, not too much! Taking a car is too hard, how about taking a train? I will arrange a private compartment for you!"
"Haha, there's no need to bother, just sit wherever you want...Secondly," she was still very polite and smiled kindly, "My special train hasn't arrived in Bengbu yet, I'm already here... Haha,
Don't let others know, or I will make you all disappear."
Sacra felt a chill and a cold sweat broke out on her back. She couldn't say anything and just nodded.
Hearing these words, several other people couldn't help but be shocked and angry. They all stared at this "Miss Nalan", trying to see from her pores why she could make them "disappear".
But Sacra's stern look frightened them all, and they all became much more honest.
"Third," Miss Nalan said with a more serious expression, "What is going on with this 'Queen of Nanming'? I have been on the road and haven't received any news. Please give me a brief explanation and I will judge.
one time."
Sacra quickly introduced the situation to her and finally added:
"The Queen's plane was found about 6 kilometers west of Huaibei around 5 a.m.. The pilot also caught it in the morning. There is no branch in Huaibei where we stick to the stick, there is only a 'station', which is under the control of our Xuzhou branch. They are on their way there.
We were escorted here. However, the pilot kept insisting that there was no empress on the plane. He flew it out for night flight training. It got lost and fell to our place. The Japanese pilot was also rescued in Zaozhuang. His name is Yoshidaemon.
A major of the Army Air Force stationed in Pyongyang was shot in his left arm, chest, and face with moderate burns. After simple treatment in Zaozhuang, he was being transported here. According to his recollection, the return fire from the Queen's aircraft was very fierce at that time, and he felt very sudden.
Before he could react, a fire broke out in the cockpit. The wreckage of his fighter jet was very dense with bullet holes. It was probably hit by no less than 50 bullets. People at Huaibei Station took a look and found that it should be 7.92x57mm bullets. But Yoshida said that the other party
The firing time is very short, only a few seconds. Therefore, a weapon with such a fast firing rate may be some new type of airborne machine gun that is secretly equipped..."
Miss Nalan listened carefully and looked at him until he finished the last sentence and asked:
"Well, is there anything else?"
"temporarily unavailable."
Miss Nalan thought for a while, narrowed her eyes and said:
"Well, the flight practice has reached Pyongyang. The Nanming pilot is lying, that's for sure."
"Best regards, Miss Nalan!"
Miss Nalan ignored his compliment, bit her lip and thought for a while, and then said:
"Let's talk about your opinions first."
Sacra seized the opportunity to express himself and quickly expressed his analysis:
"It's like this. If the Pseudo-Ming Empress wanted to go to the north, she would naturally go to secretly inspect the Dongjiang Fleet. Since the Nanming royal family purchased this long-range aircraft last year, Zhu Yourong inspected the Dongjiang Fleet on the eve of the Spring Festival that year. The itinerary was very secretive.
It was also a night flight. At that time, no matter whether it was the Qing Dynasty or the Pseudo-Ming Dynasty, everyone was speculating whether this kind of inspection would become an annual routine. This time it seems clear. However, last year she only flew over three days before New Year's Eve.
I came back a day later. This year it was moved more than a month in advance. It may have been deliberately moved in advance to prevent people from accurately predicting the date and itinerary. We would have done the same thing."
Miss Nalan was thoughtful and said hesitantly:
"That's right...but it should also be noted that there were fighter escorts last year... Nanming's fighter jets had a range of less than 700 kilometers. They were first escorted by fighter jets from Nanjing to a point midway, and then were relayed by fighter jets from Dongjiang Base.
Escort. But this time, no fighter escort was found."
Sacra nodded quickly and said:
"The lady is right, this is a problem."
Miss Nalan glanced at him and said to herself:
"Maybe she wanted to be more secretive this time, so she didn't alert the army... Maybe she was very confident that no one could guess her itinerary..."
Sacra continued:
"This is also very possible."
Miss Nalan looked at him and frowned:
"Then what do I want you to do?"
Sacra's face turned red and white with embarrassment. Several subordinates nearby snickered secretly while guessing the identity of Miss Nalan.
Miss Nalan found that Sacra was being laughed at by her subordinates and waved her hand:
"Let them all go down first."
Sacra breathed a sigh of relief and drove her subordinates out, feeling that her face felt better.
Miss Nalan asked again:
"Has the information from Nanjing arrived?"
"This... hasn't come here yet, but the pseudo-Ming royal family just announced today at noon that Queen Zhu Yourong suddenly fell seriously ill and will not be able to attend the royal charity auction tonight. However, the several items she donated will still be auctioned as usual."
"Oh, that's it..." Miss Nalan pondered, her eyes suddenly shone, and she asked with great interest, "The auction item? What did she donate this time?"
Sacra smiled and said:
"Haha, it's not jewelry, a mink coat or something... By the way, the fake newspaper said that there is a very valuable diamond necklace tonight. I heard that the base price is 80,000 Mingyang!"
"She is really rich..." Miss Nalan said sourly, "A necklace costs more than 80,000 yuan... But let me tell you, I know all her details... Many of her jewelry are big jewelry from France and Italy.
Shang Bai gave it to her, and she didn't have to spend a penny... As long as she showed up wearing someone's item once, that item would become the darling of the upper class... Huh, when do you get tired of playing with it?
If you go to a charity auction, you can get several times more money...half of the money will be donated to the orphanage and the other half will go into your own pocket...Humph, that girl is very good at calculating."
Sacra looked at her with a jealous look on her face. She didn't dare to interrupt in such a topic, so she just laughed along with her.
Miss Nalan realized that she was a little out of sorts, coughed, and pretended to be careless:
"Now... please play the recordings of the two people below for me to listen to."
The two people in the cell obviously found the microphone. They only said three sentences for a long time. The record was already full, so they took it off and put it on a record player.
After the "hissing" sound, the conversation came out:
…
"Sir, they may be interrogating us soon. Please think of what to say quickly."
…
"Fuhai, tell me, how long will it take for them to discover that the 'Queen' in their hands is a fake?"
…
"Fu Hai, we will confirm later that His Majesty is a fake and the real Majesty is still out there and has not been caught. This way they may relax their guard on His Majesty, and there is still hope for His Majesty to escape..."
…
Miss Nalan's expression suddenly felt strange. She raised her head and looked at Sacra blankly, as if she was thinking about something.
"Na...Miss Nalan, you?"
Miss Nalan said categorically:
"Put it aside again!"
…
I listened to it several times in succession.
She rested her elbows on the table, holding her chin, and kept identifying the voice of one of the people in her mind.
When he was captured by the sticky pole, he said something in the truck. But it was a real person's voice at the time, so nothing could be heard.
At this moment, the sound coming from the jukebox awakened the voice saved in her mind. The voice on the phone.
Miss Nalan licked her lips, squinted her eyes, and said word by word: