The hospital opened the letter and found that it was an ordinary letter from home. It was a letter from one person to another person who seemed to live in Shanghai. He called the person in Shanghai his third uncle and asked him to take good care of him and come to join him.
This nephew.
The nephew's name, where he lived, what the uncle's name was, and where he lived were not mentioned in the letter. Of course, the hospital could not guess who this person was and who he came to Shanghai to seek refuge with.
Finally, I had to put the letter back into the envelope and put the envelope back into my pocket.
If the patient never wakes up, An Yi can't keep dragging on like this. In the end, he can only ask for help from the headquarters through Mr. Dong.
The headquarters either sent a new traffic officer, or directly asked Mr. Dong to risk the radio station being discovered and contact the Shanghai underground party organization.
But after the traffic officer was in a coma for fifteen days, he suddenly woke up, and things took a huge turn.
On this day, a staff member from the city government came to the hospital to deliver medicine money. A police friend of his came with him. The two of them planned to have a drink together after delivering money to the hospital.
After arriving at the hospital, the staff member inadvertently told a police friend about the patient's condition and sighed: "Our city government is going to provide for him in his old age. If he had been killed in a crash at that time, we would have paid a sum of money and there would have been no such trouble."
It’s over.”
"You are so unsympathetic. It's unlucky enough that someone was injured, but you still expect them to die." His police friend laughed at him.
"Actually, it's for his own good that I say this. You said that it would be better for him to die a quick death than to live and die and suffer a lot."
The two chatted and laughed, and after sending money to the hospital's finance department, the policeman suggested going to see the patient, and the two came to the ward together.
The police friend was very confident in his job of identifying people, so he asked the doctor to bring the patient's clothes and belongings, hoping to show his superb skills in front of his friends.
He carefully inspected the patient's clothes, but couldn't find anything special about them. It looked like these clothes were from the most ordinary clothing store on the street. The only thing that could possibly prove the patient's identity was the letter from home.
The policeman took the letter and read it over and over again, examining it word for word, but he could not guess where the patient was from or who the "uncle" he wanted to defect to was.
It was a coincidence that at this moment, the patient suddenly woke up and saw a man in a police uniform holding the secret letter and reading it carefully.
The patient didn't know where he got the strength. He sat up all of a sudden and leaned out of the hospital bed to grab the letter.
Everyone in the room was stunned and couldn't believe their eyes.
Is this a corpse fraud? But he is just a patient, not dead yet.
The policeman was fully focused on the letter, and without taking any precautions, the patient actually snatched the piece of paper away.
The patient wanted to tear the letter into pieces, but his body was too weak. He had used all his strength just now, but now he didn't even have the strength to tear the letter into pieces.
He only pulled it twice before he wanted to mash the letter into a ball and stuff it into his mouth.
"Stop him quickly!" The policeman relied on his professional habits and realized that the letter was very important and could not be swallowed by the patient.
Without him saying anything, the doctor rushed over and pushed the patient down, and the nurse grabbed his hand to prevent him from swallowing the letter.
The two nurses had no other intention. They were afraid that the newly awakened patient might choke to death if he inhaled the paper.
For people who are seriously ill, various body functions are deteriorating, and their swallowing ability is far from the level of normal people. If he chokes to death, the hospital will also bear some responsibility.
The patient suddenly started shouting, his voice still unclear. He struggled to break free from the doctor's hand, and somehow found the strength to jump up again.
The patient's jump was even more unexpected. His body drew an arc in the air and flew out of the open window.
The letter was still clutched tightly in his hand.
The policeman reacted quickly. He stepped over and quickly stretched out his hand, trying to catch the patient.
He also caught it, successfully grabbing the patient's clothes.
However, the gravity of the earth was too strong, and all the buttons on the patient's clothes were unbuttoned. The patient fell vertically from the sixth floor wearing only a pair of underwear.
"Ah!" Both nurses covered their mouths and screamed.
The city government employee was completely stunned. The police friend seemed to realize something, but it was not clear yet. He hurried downstairs and took the letter in his hand first.
At this time, the police have realized that this is an unusual letter, but what secrets are hidden behind it have yet to be analyzed.
Everyone in the hospital was alarmed. A patient who was in a vegetative state suddenly went crazy and jumped off the building. This was really a strange thing that happened once in a thousand years.
The director rushed to the scene and looked at the patient who had fallen into a state of disgrace. He closed his eyes and shook his head.
The dean asked the doctor what had happened. The doctor hesitated for a long time and reluctantly made a diagnosis: the patient's brain was damaged and he had hallucinations. He jumped off the building because he probably thought he was avoiding disaster.
Someone from the city government called and asked the hospital to cremate the patient, put the ashes in an urn and store them in the funeral parlor, and then hand over the ashes to his family later.
The city government's approach can be considered very humane and it has fulfilled its maximum responsibility.
The funeral home's vehicle hadn't arrived yet, but people from the Fuxing Society had already arrived. They took the people to a stronghold of the Fuxing Society, froze the bodies with bought ice, and took many photos of the deceased from different angles.
The policeman was actually an informant of the Fuxing Society. He realized that this person might be a liaison officer of the underground party of the Chinese Communist Party and immediately called the Fuxing Society.
Because there is a reward for providing important clues to the Fuxing Society, if you report it to the police, not only will you get no money, but you will also create a lot of trouble.
The Fuxing Society dispatched people from all over, and then Lu Ming also knew about it, and of course Weng Bailing also knew about it.
In the evening, the Fuxing Society Intelligence Department held an emergency meeting, and what was placed on Weng Bailing's desk was the secret letter torn in half and crumpled.
Everyone read this letter as if reading from heaven, and then they were all silent. This is not a test of a person's intelligence, but a test of whether a person has psychic ability.
"This should be a confidential letter." The newly appointed Director of the Fourth Division first said.
"That's stupid. I didn't know this was a secret letter. The problem is how to decipher this secret letter." Weng Bailing sneered.
The fourth director's face turned red. When Kang Ze was around, although he spoke seriously to everyone, he would not hurt others like this.
On the surface, Weng Bailing shows off his power, but in fact he doesn't have much ability. He is a tough-tempered guy.
If Lu Ming was the station manager, he would be convinced. After all, Lu Ming was a veteran and the chief secretary, but who was Weng Bailing and why should he boss him around?
"Let the technical department study the secret writing method of this letter and see if it can be deciphered. If we can't decipher it here, we can only send it to Nanjing." Lu Ming said.
"We can't send it to Nanjing. If we send it to Nanjing, this case will no longer be under our control." Weng Bailing quickly stopped him.
"I also want to get this case into our hands. The premise is that we can decipher the content of this letter. If we can't, we can only hand it over to the Nanjing Head Office for processing." Lu Ming said coldly.
"No matter what, we must find a way to decipher it. I won't allow it to be deciphered!" Weng Bailing slammed the table and said fiercely.
Everyone doesn’t want to talk anymore and wants to curse. Who do you think you are? It wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t allow it? If you have the ability, you can decipher it yourself.
Weng Bailing looked at everyone, but no one was willing to make eye contact with him. He suddenly became furious and shouted loudly: "Where are the people in the technical department and the people in the telecommunications department, are all dead?"
The director of the Technology Department and the Director of the Telecommunications Department stood up, standing in front of Weng Bailing, but still did not speak.
Weng Bailing ordered: "You two will work together to decipher this secret letter."
Weng Bailing suspected that this was a letter written in code rather than a secret letter, so he asked the Telecommunications Department to join in the deciphering process.
Coded letters and secret letters are two different concepts, and the former is much more difficult to decipher than the latter.
Secret letters can generally reveal the hidden content through special potions or baking methods, while letters written in cipher are equivalent to a coded telegram.
The Director of the Technology Department and the Director of the Telecommunications Department looked at each other, both showing awkward expressions. They had been reading this letter for a long time and had no clue.