After Zhang Nairen and Du Ziyuan broke up, they returned home. He heard someone talking in his daughter's room, so he asked the nanny who opened the door, "Does Yalan have any guests today?"
The nanny replied: "It's a friend of the lady's. She just came here not long ago."
Zhang Nairen entered his daughter's room and saw Zhang Yalan and one of her friends, Wei Shuyun, sitting on the sofa beside the bed talking. He said, "Miss Wei is here. Sit down, sit down."
Wei Shuyun still stood up and said politely: "Uncle Zhang, you are back. I just heard about Yalan, so I came here specially. Are you out?"
"Yes, let's go out and do some errands. You guys can chat, I won't disturb you anymore." Zhang Nairen said, left the room and went to his study.
Wei Shuyun touched the whip marks on Zhang Yalan's arm and couldn't help but grinned, "Why did you hit her so hard?"
Zhang Yalan also saw these whip marks, and her lips trembled, "That dog agent, that dog agent, was extremely cruel. She also slapped me on the face, one slap on the left and one on the right. She hit me so hard that I fell into a trap.
Somersault, another somersault over there. Agent Dog, I really hate her. I really wish I could get a gun and shoot her to death one day!"
Wei Shuyun held her hand and couldn't help laughing, "You are such a young lady, can't you stand this?"
"You haven't seen how cruel she is. Her eyes are like those of a wolf!"
"Yalan," Wei Shuyun said softly, "you can't do that."
"I know!" Zhang Yalan pouted, "I just said it casually, and I feel better."
"Yalan, from now on you can't say anything casually." Wei Shuyun's face was already a little serious.
Zhang Yalan looked at her carefully, "What's wrong?"
Wei Shuyun whispered: "The superiors have decided that you will take on a new task. Today is the last time I come to you. Even if I see you again in the future, I will treat you as if I don't know you, and you can't know me."
Zhang Yalan was a little surprised, "Why is this happening? What kind of mission is it?"
"I don't know. I can only tell you this. Tomorrow, when you go to St. Paul's Cathedral, someone will give you a task. I guess it must be a very important task."
Zhang Yalan looked at Wei Shuyun in surprise, not knowing what to say for a moment.
The St. Paul's Church in Nanjing mentioned by Wei Shuyun is on the east side of Shanling, on Taiping South Road. That area is far away from the urban area, with lush trees, flowers and grass everywhere, and a very pleasant scenery. It is really a paradise. It also makes passing tourists feel peaceful.
Peaceful, like being bathed in the holy light of God.
St. Paul's Church was built in 1923. It is an elegant and exquisite Gothic architectural style. In front of the main entrance, several Christians were smiling and handing out leaflets to passing tourists.
Zhang Yalan followed Wei Shuyun's instructions and took a taxi to the appointment. She got off the car on the roadside not far from St. Paul's Church and walked slowly along the carved wall covered with vines. She was wearing a simple dress and a wide headband.
Sun hat with brim. Although it is only June in Nanjing, the sun is already very strong.
In front of the church stands a tall statue of St. Paul. He is wearing a robe, holding a sword in his right hand, and an unfolded scroll of the Law of Moses in his left hand. This Jew, who once held a long sword and killed several Christians according to the Law of Moses, later
But he became an apostle of God, spreading the gospel of the Lord to the Gentiles.
Zhang Yalan slowly rotated around the statue, admiring it, and slowly became aware of the surrounding situation. There were very few pedestrians here, and if anyone was following, she would definitely see them. She turned around and stepped onto the steps and entered the church.
The light in the church is slightly dim, but the scenery in the church and the believers sitting in twos and threes on the benches can still be clearly seen. Zhang Yalan raised her head and looked up. The roof is not a Gothic pointed cross arch, but a traditional Chinese beam structure.
It has less religious connotation, but is also more friendly.
Zhang Yalan sat down on the bench at the back. She said that there were still five minutes left. Yesterday, Wei Shuyun repeatedly told her, "You must be on time. Otherwise, your mission will be cancelled. The person who assigned the mission to you needs to
He is a person who is absolutely reliable. Not only politically reliable, but also reliable in all details.”
Sitting here, she felt peaceful and solemn. However, it was still difficult to calm down the tension in her heart, and it was difficult for her to judge what task she was about to undertake. But from Wei Shuyun's tone, she felt that it should be a very, very important task.
She checked her watch again and saw that there was still one minute left. She stood up gently and walked forward along the aisle beside the wall. The believers sitting on the benches prayed silently, and no one raised their head to notice her.
She passed the altar illuminated by candlelight and continued walking towards the corner. There was a very short corridor there, and in the corridor was the confessional, or confessional, with its carved door. She opened the door, walked in quietly, and
Sit down on the wooden chair.
Next to her was a carved partition, and she vaguely saw a person already there.
"Take off your hat," the person on the other side of the partition said incredulously.
Zhang Yalan hurriedly took off her hat. She had already heard that there was a woman on the other side of the partition. But her voice was very low and soft, and she could hardly hear it clearly. Through the carved partition, she could vaguely see the woman's eyes.
But the rest of the face was covered by the cloak. The eyes were very stern.
"Is your injury healed?" the woman over there continued to ask, her voice still very soft.
"Yes, it's basically healed, but there are still some traces." Zhang Yalan also replied softly. The woman actually knew that she was injured. Maybe she saw the whip marks on her face that had not faded, she thought so
.
"You have to listen to everything I say and keep it in your heart, but don't say it to anyone, including your superiors."
Zhang Yalan was a little surprised. This meant that this woman was not her superior, but she was explaining tasks to her.
The woman behind the partition seemed to have her own idea and said softly: "From today on, you will have a new superior, your only superior. When you go out, you will meet him."
"Who is he? Do I know him?" Zhang Yalan asked boldly.
"No questions! I don't know." The woman's tone was already a bit harsh.
Zhang Yalan didn't dare to speak again. She heard the slight sound of paper. Then, she saw a small piece of paper stuffed through the partition hole, and a lighter.
"On the note is your joint code. You need to memorize it and burn it. Burn it now."
Zhang Yalan unfolded the note and read it silently several times. After confirming that she had memorized it, she burned the note with a lighter. She put the lighter into her eyes again.
"Listen now, your future task is to receive information from one of our comrades lurking in the Ministry of National Defense, and then pass it on secretly. Your superior will tell you how to pass it on." The person on the other side of the partition.
The woman paused for a while and then said softly: "I can tell you now that Gao Maolin was responsible for this work before."
Zhang Yalan suddenly opened her mouth. She knew Gao Maolin, she actually knew Gao Maolin. Gao Maolin was originally responsible for this job. But from whom did she receive the information? She didn't dare to ask.
The woman raised her voice slightly and said, "This comrade is Guo Chongmu, director of the Operations Department of the Ministry of National Defense, codename Huaishu."
Zhang Yalan opened her mouth again. She often saw this officer, a dignified and unsmiling officer. He was actually her comrade, which was a big surprise to her.
"I'm warning you." The woman behind the partition approached the partition.
Zhang Yalan could see her eyes, and they were really stern. Zhang Yalan's heart couldn't help but twitch, these stern eyes frightened her.
"I warn you, no matter what situation you encounter, even if you die or take out your heart, you cannot reveal the situation of the locust tree to anyone! This must be guaranteed by your party spirit!"
Zhang Yalan gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, I promise!"
The woman behind the partition didn't speak for a while. She just stared at Zhang Yalan with her stern eyes, as if to confirm her strength. Zhang Yalan looked at those stern eyes and felt the fear in her heart again. She was about to leave her soul.
She got it. But she didn't dare to think about it at all.
The woman behind the partition finally withdrew her gaze and said, "Okay, you can leave now. Go quickly!"
Zhang Yalan hurriedly stood up, opened the small door of the confessional, and walked out in a hurry. Although the church was a little dark, the space was spacious and the air was circulated, so she felt much more relaxed. She walked hurriedly along the aisle beside the wall, she
Don't dare to look back, afraid to see those stern eyes again.
The sun was bright outside the church. Zhang Yalan squinted her eyes and looked around, but there was no one around.
But a man came out from behind her and said softly: "Follow me."
One after another, they walked towards the flower garden next to the church. There was a fence there, and the fence was covered with vines. The surroundings were quiet, and the chirping of cicadas could be heard in the distance.
Du Ziyuan sat down on a bench under the shade of a tree and gestured for Zhang Yalan to sit next to him. He turned back and stared at her, "Are you Zhang Yalan?"
Zhang Yalan nodded hurriedly, "Yes, I am."
Du Ziyuan looked at her pale face and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Zhang Yalan was a little uneasy and whispered: "The woman inside..."
Du Ziyuan immediately darkened his face, "Shut up! Don't say a word about what is said in the church!"
Zhang Yalan was so frightened that she shrunk and did not even dare to apologize.
But Du Ziyuan was very surprised. He knew that it was "Fishbone" who was explaining the task to Zhang Yalan just now, but he had never thought that "Fishbone" was a woman. He was in a daze, and his comrades mentioned a woman many times.
The female agent of the Secrecy Bureau was fierce and shrewd. There seemed to be two blurry shadows in front of his eyes, but the two shadows did not overlap.
Du Ziyuan retracted his thoughts and said softly: "Comrade Yalan, your future tasks are very important. You must be very, very careful and cautious. My surname is Du, Du Ziyuan. I will keep in touch with you when needed in the future, but not until
I will not meet you as a last resort, all for the safety of Sophora japonica."
Zhang Yalan whispered: "Yes, I understand."
"Can you go to work tomorrow?" Du Ziyuan asked.
"I'm ready to go." Zhang Yalan said softly.
"Okay. After work tomorrow, some people may ask this and that. You have to think about how to answer. In two or three days, when everything calms down, you can start to establish contact with Comrade Huaishu." He picked up the bag from his bag.
He took out a paper box and handed it to her, "Here are the camera and film, as well as instructions for use. In the past few days, you must master how to use it as soon as possible. You must remember that you must be extremely careful in everything you do."
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Next, Du Ziyuan began to explain in detail the specific work and methods she was going to do. Zhang Yalan eliminated other thoughts in her mind and listened carefully.
When Zhang Yalan walked back silently, she couldn't help but think that this was a task that Gao Maolin had undertaken before. He fell into the hands of the enemy. The task he did not complete will be continued by me. But I don't know in the future.
Can she still see Mao Lin? Thinking of this, her heart hurt.
