It turns out that Zhou Fohai's relationship with Chongqing was tacitly approved and privately supported by the Japanese authorities in aggression against China. However, behind his back the Japanese and Wang Jingwei, he created another set in the spy system under his control. This was unexpected by Japan and Wang. Especially after 1942, in addition to radio exchanges, Zhou Fohai secretly exchanged envoys with Dai Li. The exchanges between Chongqing and Nanjing are too close, which of course aroused the suspicion of the Japanese spy agencies, especially when the Kuomintang and the Wang Puppet agents had contact with each other, and they also showed some clues. The first to bear the brunt was that the underground radio station in Zhou Fohai's Xiliuwan No. 8 home was spotted by Japanese intelligence agencies and was under surveillance. When this situation was revealed to Zhou Fohai by Peng Shengmu, Zhou Fohai's Japanese translator (junction agent lurking in the high-level Wang Puppet), he was really surprised. Zhou Fohai did not expect that his self-confident radio station would also be monitored by Japanese Super Tech. He communicated quietly and socially, as if nothing had happened, secretly but nervously arranging the military radio station staff to evacuate from his residence on Yangzhou Road, while considering the disposal of the radio station at home. When there was no reliable place to transfer, he decided to destroy the radio station and staged a farce of Zhou Hao secretly burning Zhou's family. The two sides are willing to fight one by one, in order to blind the Wang Puppet and the Japanese Super High-tech.
The Eleventh Young Master sneered: "Fohai is really an old fox this week, and such a big traitor is about to become a hero of the army! It's really a big mess! On the contrary, it is a loyal minister like you and me—huh!"
Captain Xu cautiously said: "Director Sun, be careful that the wall has ears!"
The Eleventh Young Master said: "I just met you frankly, don't you think so in your heart?-By the way, here is a letter from your family, I brought it handily."
Captain Xu thanked him in a hurry. He tore open the letter and took a look. His face was a little embarrassed. He said, "My wife from Shanghai is clamoring to come. Alas, this is a very time, this woman doesn't know how to check! What's so good about Nanjing? ?"
The Eleventh Young Master smiled and said: "My wife is afraid that it is not for the good of Nanjing, but for the individual to be around and take care of each other. Listen to my persuasion, brother, since she has this heart, you can take her over and settle down. There are also couples. It’s a reunion-don’t worry, I’ll talk to you, and he will agree."
Captain Xu hurriedly said, "Dr. Sun, it's really troublesome. I am a woman—oh!"
Eleventh Young Master said: "Women are all the same. Didn't I follow me crying? Each other. Besides, it's okay to have a woman by your side to take care of you.-By the way, Chief Yan asked you to borrow someone, I'm afraid it is going to have another Communist stronghold, right?"
Captain Xu coldly snorted: "Who knows him! I didn't see anyone else in the morning, so he likes, anyway, we can't get the light!"
The Eleventh Young Master thoughtfully said: "Oh, I'm afraid he will take all the credit. We won't be able to look up in front of Station Master Zhou in the future!"
Out of Captain Xu's office, the eleventh young man was worried. What is Yan Jing doing? Did you find a new communist liaison station? He has been walking between several departments all day, trying to find out some information. There was only one female secretary in the intelligence department who was guarding the phone. The eleventh young man came in, put down a stack of documents, and asked, "Where did Chief Yan go? These are documents from some old sites. Some may tell you about your information. Useful everywhere."
The female secretary was tight-lipped: "I don't know where the chief went, he asked me to keep the phone here." She went out after a little bit less than Eleven. As soon as he closed the door, the phone inside rang. The female secretary answered and said in a low voice: "Ah, that Director Sun just left, saying that some documents from the old site were sent to you-well, I didn't disclose the information! Don't worry, Director! Well, I know."
The eleventh young man asked, did Yan Jing leave this female secretary to pay attention to my whereabouts? She opened her mouth and said "The Director Sun" had just left. Could it be that Yan Jing guessed that I was coming to the Intelligence Office
He returned to the confidential room, somewhat helpless. Seeing the sun slanting westward, evening had arrived. He called a rickshaw and headed to Yonghe Road, looking at the Wanshou Temple from a distance. Wanshou Temple is surrounded by mountains and rivers, but it is also quiet. Maple trees are planted along the two small roads, and the maple leaves are like fire, burning directly to the Qijin Temple gate. He asked the coachman: "Master, is there a trail to Wanshou Temple?"
The coachman said, "It's just these two small roads! Oh, yes, there is still a waterway to the west!" He pointed to a stream in the maple forest on the west side, "That is the back door of the Wanshou Temple. It is not easy to walk. It is said that There was a poisonous snake in the forest and killed a monk!"
The eleventh young man walked around the Wanshou Temple for a while, and then went back. He paused at the entrance of the printing house and looked up at the window sill. There was no asparagus, and Yingzi's silhouette was looming behind the curtains. He sighed. There is no spy surveillance today, and it can be seen that Yan Jing has transferred all the staff out. Yimen lit a cigarette. He didn't know when he started to get used to the smell of tobacco. Perhaps tobacco can temporarily numb his heart and let him forget some of his sorrows.
The sky shattered faint stars, falling all over his thin shoulders. A cold wind hit him overnight, blowing out the fireworks between his fingers. He coughed slightly in the wind, went on foot to a firm that had not yet closed, and bought a pair of rain boots. He quickly changed into the tunic suit in the changing room, put on his boots and plunged into the darkness. A salesperson was curious as he watched him go wearing boots.