"Ouch, this beer is so bad. Once you drink too much, you want to go to the toilet." Shen Zui rubbed his belly and turned out of the corridor.
"Haha, you can't hold on with just this little drink. It's hard to open up the situation in the island city! It's such a pity that you have such a good name!" Geng Chaozhong laughed.
"You have to practice, you have to practice." Shen Zui smiled awkwardly.
"Let's go, it's almost time!" Geng Chaozhong looked at his watch.
"Okay." Shenzui picked up his briefcase and walked to the bar, apparently wanting to pay.
"It's settled, today is your farewell drink." Geng Chaozhong said with a smile.
"Thank you so much, Brother Six!"
Shen Zui stopped, and the two held arms and walked out the door.
"Call a rickshaw. I'm too drunk and can't walk." Geng Chaozhong looked at the street.
"Okay." Shen Zui nodded, knowing that Geng Chaozhong was taking care of him.
The two of them each hailed a rickshaw and went back to work, but Geng Chaozhong took a stroll and quickly walked out of Jigo Alley.
Zhu Muyun!
Under the streetlight, Geng Chaozhong's face looked a little gloomy.
Why does Shenzui have photos of Fatty Zhu?
Did he commit something in prison? Or has he been released from prison and is being targeted by Shen Zui?
Calculating the time, Fatty Zhu has been imprisoned in Laohuqiao for almost two years, but he is still far from being released after serving his sentence. Logically speaking, no one should pay attention to his identity?
Are you testing yourself?
Won't!
Geng Chaozhong quickly ruled out this possibility. If Virgo knew Zhu Muyun's identity, then why would there be any need to test him? I'm afraid he would have locked himself in a dark room long ago!
Judging from Chen Zui's order and Zhu Muyun's photo together, it seems likely that Virgo ordered Shen Zui to go to the island city and investigate the identity of the person in the photo. In other words, Virgo has no idea of Fatty Zhu's true identity, but there is one thing. It is certain that he is interested in Fatty Zhu's identity.
Geng Chaozhong frowned. Something must have happened in Nanjing that he didn't know about. Otherwise, how could Fatty Zhu, who had disappeared for two years, fall into the sight of the Secret Service!
Taking a step forward, Geng Chaozhong quickly returned to his residence in Nanjing. The place had been dusty since he had not lived there for a long time. Geng Chaozhong picked up the feather duster, shook it, cleaned the bed, and lay down on it with his clothes on.
But he didn't stay long, he immediately stood up and walked out of the house quickly.
If you want to know what happened in Nanjing recently, there is one person you must find.
Wang Youshan!
Like Fatty Zhu, he is a double spy for the Cheka and the Red Party, and now works for a newspaper in Nanjing.
Traveling quickly at night, Geng Chaozhong soon arrived at Wang Youshan's residence. It was a private house on the bank of the Qinhuai River after such a long separation. I wonder if Wang Youshan still lives here.
The lights in the house were bright, it was past eight o'clock, and the people inside were obviously not asleep yet. Geng Chaozhong stood at the door and listened, but did not hear any conversation. It seemed that the resident lived alone.
After waiting for a while, there was a sound of pots and pans coming from the house, and then there was a "squeak", the door was pushed open, and a man in his thirties came out with a basin of water, "Wow!" It splashed on the ground and it looked like he had just washed his face.
Geng Chao's sincerity of loyalty is indeed true to Wang Youshan.
Boom, boom, boom!
There was a knock on the door. Wang Youshan, who was holding the basin, glanced outside and asked warily:
"who?"
"An old friend."
While Geng Chaozhong was talking, he took out a black cloth from his pocket and covered his face. Wang Youshan had seen him before, but he didn't know his true identity, and he didn't want him to know.
Wang Youshan was stunned for a long time before asking: "Who are you?"
"The person who saved you." Geng Chaozhong replied angrily.
After hesitating for a long time, Wang Youshan finally walked to the door and slowly opened it.
"Don't be nervous," Geng Chaozhong said immediately, "I just want to ask you one question. Do you know a fat man named Zhu?"
"Come in and talk," Wang Youshan's eyes flashed, he stretched out his head, looked around alertly, let Geng Chaozhong in, and asked: "Which fat man named Zhu are you referring to? I know several fat men.
, all named Zhu."
"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you," Geng Chaozhong waved his hand impatiently, "I know you are from Cheka. I just want to ask you one thing, do you know Zhu Muyun?"
"know."
Wang Youshan took a deep breath. Although he didn't know the identity of the visitor, he bluntly pointed out his biggest secret. It seemed that it was unlikely that he was an enemy, otherwise he would not be so polite to him.
"The Secret Service is looking for him now, and they still have his photo." Geng Chaozhong said.
"This?" Wang Youshan's expression was a little tangled.
Logically speaking, he shouldn't tell this to strangers, but the person in front of him was obviously a friend rather than an enemy, and seemed to have something urgent. He didn't know whether he should trust him completely.
"I am You Wuhun of the Nanjing Special Committee. You should have heard of me." Geng Chaozhong said.
"Comrade You Wuhun? Why didn't you inform me in advance when you came?" Wang Youshan's face relaxed a little.
The Comintern and the Red Party have always been in contact, but they are two systems after all. The two sides don't know much about each other, but now they can at least be sure that they are their own people.
"Answer my question, what happened recently?" Geng Chaozhong said helplessly.
Wang Youshan's reaction was also reasonable. No one would rashly believe an uninvited guest, but Geng Chaozhong had no choice. He really didn't know how much Virgo knew.
"An informant of mine is missing," Wang Youshan finally said. "According to the instructions from my superiors, I entrusted him to find Zhu Muyun."
"When did it happen?" Geng Chaozhong asked.
"Half a month ago, Nanjing encircled and suppressed the Soviet area. The Communist International instructed us to establish intelligence networks in Shanghai and Nanjing. At the same time, I was given a task to find Zhu Muyun, who disappeared two years ago." Wang Youshan replied.
"The person you entrusted should have been caught by the Secret Service. Let me ask you, how much does he know?" Geng Chaozhong spoke very quickly.
"He is a reporter. I found a foreigner to come forward and gave him 30 yuan to take charge of the matter. Don't worry, the transaction is very secret. Even if he is caught, it will not involve me." Wang Youshan replied.
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Geng Chaozhong was speechless. Wang Youshan was not involved, but he was probably involved!
"Stop looking, I've already found him." Geng Chaozhong said.
"Found it?" Wang Youshan said with a look of surprise on his face, "He came to Nanjing two years ago, and we met once, but then he disappeared for some reason. I thought he had returned to the Soviet Union, but I didn't expect that he would later become a communist.
There was a letter from the International, saying that he never went back at all. At first, I thought he had rebelled and surrendered to the enemy, so I hid for a while, but then nothing happened and I returned to Nanjing. Is he okay?"
"Okay, very good," Geng Chaozhong said through gritted teeth, "but it won't be good if you make trouble like this!"
"Is it bad?" Monk Wang Youshan, Zhang Er, was confused.
"Forget it, don't worry about it. I will be responsible for this matter and I will leave it in your hands. Just stay here and protect yourself." Geng Chaozhong waved his hand and walked out.
"Hey, hey, comrade, don't leave! Speak clearly first!" Wang Youshan chased after him.
"Just listen to my instructions and don't make trouble!"
Geng Chaozhong opened the door and walked out without looking back.