It was late at night, and the cold wind was whistling outside the window, and two dead trees outside the door were swaying in the cold wind. The starry sky was lonely, and the scattered stars were shining with faint light.

Hua Banzhi listened to the slight snoring of Cheng Yunling and Zhuo Erya in his ears, and neither of them had to work night shifts today.

They went to bed early, Hua Banzhi put on a cotton jacket, and sat cross-legged against the wall.

The room was pitch black and I couldn't see my fingers. It was a great time to do "bad things" in the dark night.

Bah! She didn't do bad things? But it's still unknown whether this thing is good or bad.

But the body is more honest and makes a decision by jacquard.

Hua Banzhi in the dark had a deep eyes as deep as the sea, and he said in his heart: I don’t know if this is right? Which is better, whether it is sparsely to one of our own people or to die at the hands of the enemy.

One thing that is certain is that it is not letting the enemy harm others. Keeping him will lead to more people losing their lives. Qin Kaiyi is just one of them. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

The simple way to save people is to use means to support their dreams, which is just right for her now.

But who is this person looking for? Familiar people are eliminated first, for fear of showing their weakness. Others cannot explain their behavior, and they cannot justify themselves, and may even be investigated as suspected objects.

Then there is only one person suitable, Secretary Fan! No one dares to question and doubt him, and will only praise him for his wisdom and martial arts.

Of course, Hua Banzhi would not be stupid enough to directly call out who the enemy was in the dream.

It is the way for the enemy to deliver messages, or how to receive commands issued by the above.

For example: through the radio, the receiver has the so-called password book in his hand; or through the newspaper, the receiver has the Tang poetry and Song lyrics in his hand; chess and chess notes, musical notes, a novel, a dictionary and some shorthand symbols combined to produce an irrecognizable code. In short, the various ways to deliver messages are stuffed into Secretary Fan's head.

Hua Banzhi calmed down and pinched her fingers, changing rapidly, exhausting the magic power in her body, and finally she was exhausted. Before she fell into darkness, she only hoped that the secretary could understand it, otherwise her efforts would be in vain.

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In the darkness, Secretary Fan sat up suddenly, rubbed his hands against the pillow and turned on the light.

The dizzy light poured into the room, and Secretary Fan touched his forehead and sweated.

He said to himself, "I think about it every day and dream about it at night. I am disturbed by the enemy. I dream about it at night." He smiled softly, "Don't say, those strange codes are quite interesting. While I still remember it clearly, I can give Chen Dali a reference." He acted as he moved, and sat cross-legged on the kang wrapped in a quilt, holding paper and pen to record it one by one.

"It is possible that the radio is not more than three units in the entire campus. The range is small. We need to focus on the investigation." Secretary Fan smiled embarrassedly, "I really believe that you can catch the spy in this way." His eyes swept his own records and suddenly frozen on the Tang poetry and Song Ci. His pupils suddenly shrank and his eyes widened... "Where did he go, he never left the Tang poetry and Song Ci, but this is impossible! He is an old man, and he is his own person, and no one will doubt him." His eyes became dark, which reminded him that there are many people who read basic courses or professional books in the entire campus, and only he likes to read these poems and songs of sad spring and autumn.

He once smiled and said, 'Let me see what attracts you here.'

How did he answer at that time? Why didn't he remember it? He shook his head, "Hey! Why can't I remember it at all?" He scratched his chin and narrowed his eyes slightly and thought, "By the way! Someone came to him at that time and asked him to break it." He put his hand on the kang table, bent his index finger and pointed the four words "Tang poetry and Song lyrics" and "Let Chen Dali check it out."

Early the next morning, Secretary Fan found Chen Dali and whispered like this and this.

Chen Dali's eyes widened as he heard this, and he couldn't believe that he could still do this.

Secretary Fan straightened up and patted Chen Dali on the shoulder and said, "Go! Be careful."

"Don't worry, Secretary, if he really colludes with the enemy and treason, I can't spare Fu Ziyi." Chen Dali's eyes burst into coldness, and his hands clasped their fists and pinched them.

My mother has been doing bad things under my nose for so many years, but she didn't even notice him.

It was really his failure as a security department.

"Hey! I haven't confirmed it yet? I just asked you to check it out. Don't rush to make a conclusion." Secretary Fan looked at Chen Dali, who was obviously excited, and said quickly.

It was obvious that Chen Dali, who was in the excitement of the hunter, did not listen.

Secretary Fan looked at him leaving with great courage and pride, shook his head slightly and said, "Forget it!"

Chen Dali left the secretary's office and rushed to the targeted person's bungalow, at the end of the room, and secretly observed.

No wonder he can grasp the trends of the whole school. As the director of the teaching, Fu Ziyi is in charge of daily education and teaching affairs, responsible for implementing regular teaching management requirements, and directly responsible for and report to the secretary.

It's so dark under the light. I'm so stupid. How could ordinary people easily get in touch with these confidential documents!

‘It’s out.’ Chen Dali looked at the opened curtain and flashed into the outer wall like lightning. He was smart enough to notice that the rising sun shining on him would leave his shadow on the ground and quickly retreat.

I raised my ears and listened to the sound of footsteps from near to far away, and I could no longer hear them. Then I poked my head out and found that the person could no longer see them.

Chen Dali observed the surroundings with sharp eyes as sharp as an eagle, quickly moved to his single dormitory, opened the curtain and stood in front of the door.

He looked at the lock in front of him, took out the small black hairpin used by the woman from his pocket, straightened it, and stabbed it into the lockhole.

"Director Fu, are you going to work?" The colleague who came out next door asked, looking at the opened curtain. The curtain covered him and he didn't notice that it was Chen Dali.

Chen Dali's face froze when he heard this. Unexpectedly, the people in the dormitory had not finished walking, and they were so inch.

"Together!" he said and approached Chen Dali.

Chen Dali had no choice but to avoid it, closed his eyes, and simply opened the curtain, "Director Liu!"

"Huh!" Director Liu was startled and said stammeringly, "Chun Chen! Why are you..." His eyes fell on his hands, and his throat rolled down as if he was tying his neck, expressing his attitude, "I saw nothing."

"Go!" Chen Dali looked at him with a cold face and said seriously.

"You are busy!" Director Liu ran away like a rabbit.

The person Chen Dali is targeting is definitely going to be finished.

Chen Dali saw him leaving and continued to unlock the lock. With a click, the lock opened. He flashed in and closed the door.

My eyes swept the room, the big kang against the wall, neatly stacked quilts, kang tables, and kang tables.

Opposite the kang is a desk with desk lamps, books, and materials on it, and a bookcase next to it.
Chapter completed!