Zhang Tianhao received Du Xinran and headed home in a very good mood.
It's just that Zhang Tianhao is happy here, but Qiao Li is extremely uneasy. After all, Zhang Tianhao's consciousness has caused all the problems that he had ignored to be connected at once.
There may be something wrong with Lao Song on the phone, and there may be something wrong with Lao Song on the telegram. Now he has to wait for news from Lao Song.
Now he has been ignoring Xu Renjie's telegrams, and he is selectively ignoring them.
How Xu Renjie contacted him, his contact information, and even his address were all a big question. As soon as Zhang Tianhao reminded him, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Being selectively ignored by him was even more fatal.
"What the hell, I got killed by you."
The biggest failure was to directly tell him the contact point and even the address. Although it may be written in code words, it is not as confidential as the password. As long as you crack it carefully, I believe it will not take long to crack it.
come out.
The most important thing is that when he called Nanjing today, it was obvious that something had happened. After all, no one answered the phone.
He smiled bitterly. Apart from smiling bitterly, he had no other good solution. Just now, he clearly felt that there was a cart puller and shoe shiner outside his big restaurant.
If his guess was correct, there was a 90% chance that the spies were monitoring his place. After all, Xu Renjie had been here during the day, and his phone number had been made by Lao Song.
Thinking of this, he stood up and called out to Xiao San'er who was not far away.
"Xiaosan'er, I feel a little uncomfortable. Please take care of the guests here. Don't neglect them. If I don't come back, you will close the door!" He ordered first loudly, and then in a voice that could only be heard by two people.
"Boss, did something happen?"
When Xiao San'er heard this, he was also stunned and said nervously.
"It's not as troublesome as you think. I just have to go out for some business. You see the store, you know!" After Qiao Li finished speaking, he went directly to the backyard.
Soon, he came to his temporary room in the backyard, which was his resting place. After entering, he directly began to take out stacks of documents from under the floor, then put these documents into a copper basin and lit them.
Those important documents were all burned in a few minutes. At this point, he also gave up a lot of thoughts. After all, once such an important thing really fell into the hands of the enemy, there was no telling how many people would suffer big losses.
Woolen cloth.
Then I took some water, rinsed the contents of the copper basin directly, and poured it out. I did it steadily and most importantly, not in a hurry.
I can't see any intention of running away.
He took a few more old newspapers, threw them into the copper box and burned some. He also deliberately left a little tail on the burned newspapers to let people know that he was burning newspapers and not anything important.
But he was still a little tangled in his heart. After all, Xu Renjie would be in trouble once he left. If he didn't leave, he might even be sidelined.
As for the two of them leaving together, don't even think about it. The agents at the gate of the city are not fools. The photos were sent to the agents' hands, almost everyone has one. As long as you are not blind, you can recognize them.
He pushed open the back door and drove the car directly outside. What he didn't expect was that there were two young men not far from his back door. Obviously, his home had become the focus of the spies.
It's just that the agents didn't expect that he drove out directly. This made the two agents who were staring at the back door of his house stunned and helpless.
Qiao Li didn't seem to see it and drove directly towards the XC area. After all, he wanted the XC area now, not the DC area.
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In a public telephone booth in the West Second District, Qiao Li watched the sky gradually darken. He believed that it would not be long before it would completely darken and the city gate would be closed.
He picked up the phone, looked around, took out a coin, and started calling.
Lao Song, who was at Chengnan Railway Station, also returned to Warehouse No. 18. Even so, he had not yet settled down. After all, he knew that this matter would never be that simple.
Similarly, looking at the sky outside, it is getting darker and darker, and even the street lights have turned on.
Hearing the phone ringing on the table, he didn't have much thought about doing business today, so he gave his clerk an early leave. Apart from the people watching the goods, he was the only one left in the warehouse.
Picking up the phone, I lay half-ly on the big chair and answered it feebly.
"Hey, this is Shiba Warehouse, what can I do?"
But there was no sound from the other side of the phone, not even a word was said, except for the shouting and hawking sounds coming from the roadside.
"Hey, speak, who is it? If you don't speak, then I will die."
But there was still no one talking on the phone, just like there was no one on the other side, which made Lao Song's mind suddenly pick up, which had not yet fully recovered.
"Snapped!"
The call was immediately hung up, and he waited here.
Then the phone rang again, but after he asked a few questions, no one spoke on the other side, and his whole body suddenly became energetic. Although he said something fierce, he still knew very well that it was Qiao Li who contacted him.
It means that something might happen to the other party, and this is just to notify him urgently.
He had to wait. If no one spoke for the third time, he would also have to evacuate, and evacuate quickly.
But after waiting for two full minutes, the phone still didn't ring. He was relieved, but he was still full of worries about Qiao Li's safety.
"Is there really something wrong with Old Qiao? Is it related to today's telegram, or is it related to the person who came to him to help find someone?"
He also spat for a while, but he really had no choice now.
"Did Mrs. Chen's matter actually cause such a big trouble?"
When I think about it, it's a good thing that the radio station was hidden today, otherwise he might have eaten the spy's prison meal, or asked for a box lunch.
There were problems with the radio station and telegraph, and he had already connected all the clues in his mind.
He received the telegram at 11:55, translated it, and called Qiao Li directly, and then found out where he was and the radio station.
First, the location of the radio station can be roughly determined, and second, there is also a problem with the phone. As for why it is not delivered manually, he really wants to slap himself twice. No matter how anxious he is, he must not forget the safety principle.
You could have delivered it manually, or made a call elsewhere, but you just used your own phone and used the lame excuse that some oranges had been brought in.
Lao Song also began to realize his mistakes. After all, this kind of mistake cannot be made. If you are not careful, you may kill yourself. It is nothing if you lose your life, but you cannot complete the organizational tasks for a while. That is a huge responsibility.
Already.
His mission is quite clear. If he is discovered by the secret agents just two months after he has been activated, he knows better than anyone how serious the consequences will be.
It is not easy to establish a good cover site. How much time and energy does the superiors have to spend to establish a safe site without attracting the attention of the spies? It is quite reasonable, which is even more difficult.
When he thought of this, cold sweat broke out on his back again.
"Still not careful enough, still not careful enough!"
This chapter has been completed!