"It's done." Zhao Long clapped his hands and smiled.
"Bullshit, such a simple thing, this guy is so effortless." Liu Xin said disapprovingly.
The two came to Liu Xin's cabin, and Liu Xin went to the sink to wash his hands first.
"It's raining heavily outside, why don't you wash your hands outside?" Zhao Long asked.
"The rainwater is not clean." Liu Xin said in a low voice without raising his head.
Zhao Long was not angry and said with a smile: "You can't wash your hands clean. You have strangled many people to death. I don't understand why you never use a rope? Using a rope saves effort and is very fast."
"I just like the feeling of killing the opponent with my own hands. You can feel the opponent's life passing by under your palm. I can feel the greatness of life from here." Liu Xin said exaggeratedly.
"Still feeling great? What kind of great method is this?" Zhao Long found it funny.
"Life is great and deserves our worship." Liu Xin turned around and waved his hands and said seriously.
Zhao Long stopped arguing with him, otherwise he would be angry to death even if he was not stuck.
He took out two large bags from under the bed in the cabin and placed them on a table.
He opened his pocket and took out bags of soy sauce beef, smoked fish and drunken shrimp that he bought during the day. They were all Hankou-flavored, with a spicy taste.
Then he took out six bottles of liquor, which was Sanjiang brand Laobaigan from Hankou.
The two of them each held a wine bottle, drank from the bottle, and started eating the fist-sized beef with their hands.
"In this kind of weather, it's better to drink Laobaigan." Liu Xin said.
"Actually, I still like to drink the rice wine we brew, but it has to be boiled to drink. It won't taste good when it's cold, so we can't bring it on board." Zhao Long had an afterthought expression on his face.
"That's right." Liu Xin finished eating a piece of beef with soy sauce, drank two big mouthfuls of white dried fish, and then grabbed a smoked fish weighing about two kilograms and ate it. It was dripping with juice, but he didn't care.
Zhao Long grabbed a handful of drunken shrimps and stuffed them into his mouth.
Drunken shrimps are fresh shrimps soaked in high-alcohol liquor. They are not dead at all and are still beating in your mouth.
"How did Xiao Chu, the unlucky guy, offend my uncle? My uncle rarely has murderous intentions." Zhao Long asked.
The uncle he was talking about was of course Lu Ming, and Mingzhu was the second young lady of the Cao Gang.
"How do I know? Let's not ask. Anyway, the person I want to kill is definitely not a good person." Liu Xin has always believed in his elder brother and Lu Ming.
"Actually, Xiao Chu is a pretty good person. It would be a pity to kill him. I think my uncle is also a little hesitant. Why do we have to wait until he gets on the boat before we attack him? I think it is to give him a chance to escape." Zhao Long sighed.
"What a pity. These policemen look like dogs. If they investigate carefully, there is no good one." Liu Xin said disdainfully.
The two of them had a big meal and drank until they were full. Then Zhao Long returned to his cabin and fell asleep.
When the boat arrived at Hankou Pier, the two of them picked up their small bags and followed the crowd ashore, and then quickly blended into the crowd on Hankou Street, just like two drops of water blending into the river.
The people who came to greet Xiao Chu in Hankou waited until everyone had disembarked. The captain was also preparing to disembark, but did not wait until Xiao Chu appeared.
The man felt very puzzled: Didn’t the other party see the sign he held? His sign was raised high enough so that everyone could see it.
It stands to reason that Xiao Chu must find someone to pick him up before leaving, otherwise where can he go?
Maybe he didn't take this boat to reach Hankou?
The man boarded the ship, then took out his ID and asked to see the passenger register.
All passengers must register when boarding the ship because this involves compensation issues in the event of a river disaster.
This person checked the registration book and saw Xiao Chu's name, which meant that Xiao Chu had indeed boarded the ship. It was impossible for Xiao Chu to leave halfway on the vast river, so where did he go?
After he got off the ship, he made a call to the stationmaster of Hankou Station and said that he could not receive the call. Xiao Chu had indeed boarded the ship, but he did not meet him.
The stationmaster of Hankou Station was also puzzled, but he did not expect that Xiao Chu would be killed. After all, Xiao Chu was a police officer in Shanghai. Even ruthless gangsters would not dare to kill police officers at will, otherwise the consequences would be very serious.
He thought Xiao Chu might have been in a hurry when he got off the boat and did not see the sign held by the person who picked him up.
However, I believe Xiao Chu can also find out where the Fuxing Society stands in Hankou. Just ask the Hankou Police Station and he may find out. Maybe he will come to the door himself.
Two days later, Weng Bailing called to ask about Xiao Chu. The stationmaster of Hankou Station could only tell him that Xiao Chu was missing and he had never seen this person at all.
"Xiao Chu is missing? How could such a thing happen?"
Weng Bailing had an ominous premonition in his heart, but he never imagined that something would happen to Xiao Chu. He asked Hankou Station to help find Xiao Chu's whereabouts.
Hankou immediately started a comprehensive search. The employees at Hankou said that there were no fights on the ship. Except for a heavy rainstorm, nothing else happened during the entire voyage, let alone a vicious case such as murder.
So the people at Hankou Station insisted that all passengers landed safely. As for the people at Hankou Station who didn't pick up anyone, they must have missed it.
The Hankou Police Department also replied that it had not received any police officers from sister cities in the past two days, and it had never heard of Xiao Chu visiting.
Weng Bailing thought this was too strange. Since there was no fight on the ship, the possibility of Xiao Chu being assassinated disappeared.
Xiao Chu was not a child, so it was impossible for him to accidentally fall into the river and drown.
If he missed the person who picked him up when he got off the boat, he should of course go to the Hankou Police Station to seek help, but in the end he didn't go to the police station.
Weng Bailing couldn't think of any other possibilities, so he had to continue waiting for Xiao Chu to appear.
An Yi wore a dark green cheongsam and came to Huiwen Bookstore on Huaihai Road. She walked in and checked the various books on the shelves, and then asked: "Is there a first edition of "New Youth" here?"
"No, ma'am, all the books we sell here are new and there are no old editions," said a waiter.
"Is there the latest version of Madame Bovary?" she asked again.
"Yes, but in the warehouse, everything on the shelves is sold out." The clerk said with a smile.
"Then let me follow you into the warehouse to see if there are any other books I want to buy." An Yi smiled elegantly.
"Okay, ma'am, please come with me."
The waiter led An Yi through a side door and into the room inside.
Sitting inside was none other than Sheng Muyi's manager, Guo Songtao. If Sheng Muyi could definitely recognize him here, that guy was Song Zhenyang, the young man who fled to Hong Kong on the same boat as her.
A few days ago, Guo Songtao found out through inside information that the wanted order for Song Zhenyang from the Security Command had been cancelled, so he asked his superiors for permission to transfer Song Zhenyang back to Shanghai from Hong Kong to assist him in his work.
Song Zhenyang has worked in Shanghai for many years and is familiar with the local environment and customs. Going to Shanghai to do underground work can give full play to his strengths.
What An Yi and Song Zhenyang faced just now was only the first step of the connection code. To be on the safe side, there was a second step.
"Oh, madam, are the cherry blossoms blooming in Wuhan?" Guo Songtao asked.
"Thanks again." An Yi replied quietly.
"Comrade, please sit down. My name is Guo Songtao, and I am the person in charge of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee." Guo Songtao laughed.
"My name is An Yi, I come from my hometown." An Yi smiled and stretched out her hand.
The two shook hands and then sat down opposite each other, both feeling uncontrollably excited.
"Thank you for your hard work along the way. Welcome to join the organizational work in Shanghai. We have another capable comrade." Guo Songtao said cordially.
"I'm new here and I'm not familiar with the situation. The struggle situation in Shanghai is severe and complicated. I need your help." An Yi is much more mature than when she first arrived in Shanghai. She was arrested once by the Sixth Precinct, and she has experienced it.
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"Do you have any important instructions from home?" After the polite conversation, Guo Songtao turned to the topic and asked.
A few days ago, Guo Songtao had received instructions from his superiors that a female comrade would be sent to Shanghai to guide the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee in its work.
As a result, I waited and waited, but no one was there. I thought that the comrade who came to Shanghai had an accident on the way, and I was still worried.
Later, Guo Songtao received new information and learned that the traffic officer had an accident on his way to the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee, so he immediately ordered the entire Shanghai Municipal Working Committee to evacuate Shanghai.
However, after all this trouble, I lost contact with the people sent by my superiors, and now I finally got back in touch.