It wasn't until the impassioned female voice gradually disappeared that Fang Tu turned off the radio and turned on the transmitter, but soon, he turned off the radio in disappointment.
Still no news.
Fang Tu didn't know what happened in the Soviet area, but this kind of thing was obviously very abnormal. Before he was imprisoned a year ago, he could no longer contact his superior Nan Fei. Although he had many guesses in his mind, he didn't say a word.
It's something that can be spoken (f0f warning).
In the end, Fang Tu could only stand up with regret on his face. He had no superiors, no subordinates, and no colleagues. He had long been accustomed to living like a lone wolf.
It doesn't matter, just do things according to your heart.
After packing everything, Fang Tu quickly left the house. Things could no longer be delayed. It was May 11th, and there were still four days before the cultural relics were set off. He had to get to Peiping as quickly as possible.
........
Beiping, Tianshui Hutong.
An old man with three chins, a long beard, and a skinny body with small eyes walked out of the alley, holding a long bamboo pole. There was also a banner hanging on the bamboo pole, which read: pinch your fingers to tell fortunes, and the iron mouth will break straight.
As soon as he walked out of the alley, he frowned, looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, then looked at the ants on the ground, and said:
"Oh, it's very dark today, I'm afraid it's going to rain!"
Obviously, this is a common old fortune teller in the capital, but it seems that his business will not be open today. As soon as he finished speaking, big raindrops fell down like soybeans that overturned a dustpan, and the whole world suddenly became gray.
Suddenly, the old man was hit by the rain of beans so that his mouth and eyes were crooked, and he fled under the locust tree at the entrance of the alley.
"My father-in-law, you are very good at what you do! Follow your words and spread the beans to become soldiers!"
A voice came, and suddenly there was no rain on his head. The old fortune teller opened his eyes and saw a young man opening an oil paper umbrella to cover himself. He looked very funny with a smile on his face.
"Young people have a good conscience," the old fortune teller looked at the young man, his triangular eyes showing a bit of slyness, "Good people are rewarded, and the old man will give you a face and a hand today without taking any money from you!"
The old man couldn't help but took the young man's hand and began to mutter: "Today is the year of Guiyou, the month of Dingsi, the day of Gengchen, the 14th. It happens to be a Sunday. Are you noble?"
"I was born in Ding Weinian. I am twenty-six years old this year. My birthday is on the 25th of the twelfth lunar month at Mao hour and Mao quarter." The young man looked at the old man's business with a smile, but he did not refuse, "Old man, how is my birthday?"
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
As soon as the young man finished speaking, the old fortune teller's eyes suddenly lit up, "Wealth is beyond words!"
After saying that, he lowered his head and looked at his palm carefully. After looking for a moment, he frowned again and whispered:
"It's good, but when you reach middle age, you have to live in a foreign land. But if you have good fortune, it doesn't matter."
"Ha! Thank you for your kind words, husband!" The young man smiled widely, withdrew his hand, took out five cents from his arms and handed it over, and asked with a smile: "Sir, is this Tianshui Hutong?"
"That's right," the old man accepted the money, became more friendly, and said with a smile:
"However, this capital city is no better than the outer streets. Are you looking for Da Tian Shui Jing Hutong or Xiao Tian Shui Jing Hutong?"
"What's the difference?" The young man was puzzled.
"The difference is huge!" The old fortune teller waved his hand and started to set up the dragon gate array, "When Liu Bowen built Beijing, the underground water in Beijing was bitter. The emperor, empress, and relatives of the emperor in the palace drank it.
To get water, you had to go to Yuquan Mountain to pull it. Later, a well was dug here. The water was so sweet that several princes built a palace nearby, which is how the current Wangfujing came into being. However, later someone came in
A well was dug in Xicheng and it became Xiaotianshui Hutong. If you make a mistake, you will go down a wrong path! One is in Dongcheng and the other is in Xicheng. The difference is huge!"
The old man was frothing at the mouth and what he said was clear and logical. The young man had a good temper and listened patiently. Then he said with a smile:
"What I'm looking for is Tianshui Hutong in Wangfujing."
"That's right. It's right here. Which one are you looking for? I'll take you there?" The old fortune teller was very enthusiastic.
"No. 66, Tianshui Hutong." The young man replied.
"follow me."
The old man glanced at the young man, put away the bamboo pole, and walked inside. The alley was not long, and there were only about a dozen households in it. The old fortune teller led the young man to a courtyard with No. 12 written on the house number, and stopped.
Stepped down.
"It's right here, go in!" The old man pointed to the courtyard.
The young man nodded, opened the door and walked in.
A typical old Peiping courtyard house, with four households separated from the southeast and northwest, with a row of firewood piles high in the middle. A hard worker wearing a short shirt with his arms exposed is chopping firewood with an axe, and several people are squatting under the oilcloth shed.
Chess.
Seeing someone coming in, the hard worker stopped what he was doing, looked at the young man, and asked:
"Can I help you?"
"The friend on the tiger's head." The young man said with a smile.
"Westinghouse!" The hard worker glanced at the young man again, then lowered his head and continued to chop wood.
The young man walked into the west room. Inside, a bald man was holding a snuff bottle and looking at it. When he saw the young man walking in, his eyes suddenly lit up. He threw the snuff bottle on the kang with a slap and jumped in front of the young man.
He shouted with a smile:
"Xiao Geng, it's you!"
"It's me," the young man's eyes showed deep emotion. He held the bald man's shoulders, "Brother Tianmu, it's been a long time!"
The person who came was none other than Geng Chaozhong, who went by the pseudonym Fang Tu, and the bald man was Wang Tianmu, the head of the Fuxing Society’s Peking Station. As early as 1931, before the September 18th Incident, the two of them had fought side by side in the Northeast, and Wang Tianmu was also in the army.
One of the few people who knows the name Geng Chaozhong.
"Just come out!" Wang Tianmu also patted Geng Chaozhong on the shoulder.
"The fortune teller at the door is very interesting." Geng Chaozhong pointed out the window.
"Ha, that's the outside line we're looking for, from Rehe. The Japanese entered Rehe some time ago and killed his granddaughter's family." Wang Tianmu said.
"Oh." Geng Chaozhong's expression tightened. No wonder there was a sad look in the old man's eyes just now. It turned out there was such a reason.
"The Japanese have penetrated Rehe, Pingjin, and Tianjin very well. Even if they find an outside line now, they can't be careless," Wang Tianmu explained casually, motioning for Geng Chaozhong to sit down, then shook his head and sighed:
"Your eldest brother has been very sad this year!"
"Yes, I heard it in prison. Our army fought a bloody battle with the Japanese army along the Great Wall, and our brothers suffered heavy casualties." Geng Chaozhong also had a look of sadness on his face.
"Well," Wang Tianmu nodded, "Now the casualties have reached more than 80,000 people. I'm afraid this battle won't be able to continue!"
"Eighty thousand people?" Geng Chaozhong looked strange, "I read the military intelligence report that the number of casualties was more than 40,000."
"Ahem," Wang Tianmu spat, "How can you believe that stuff? The Central Army, Northwest Army, Northeast Army, many brigades and regiments have been destroyed. No one knows how many people died. How can our Secret Service survive?
Know?"
Geng Chaozhong also sighed. Falsifying the number of casualties has happened since ancient times, and sometimes there are indeed difficulties. If the number reported is too large, it may hurt the morale of the people in the domestic war of resistance. This is also a last resort.
"Don't talk about us. The Japanese said there were more than 2,000 casualties. That's bullshit! There are more than 2,000 Japanese corpses lying under Guangxifeng Pass, and that doesn't include other places!" Wang Tianmu spat on the ground.
"I heard that the 29th Army fought well." Geng Chaozhong suddenly became energetic.
"It's not bad," Wang Tianmu finally showed a smile on his face, "The Broadsword Team is still very brave."
"Chop off the heads of the Japanese with the broadsword!" Geng Chaozhong suddenly waved his hands and sang with high spirits.
"Brothers in arms across the country!
The day of the war of resistance has come,
The day of resistance has come!"
Wang Tianmu also smiled and answered a few lines. The two sang a few verses, and their moods were lifted. Wang Tianmu then asked in a low voice:
"What is the mission of Virgo sending you here this time?"
"It's about cultural relics." Geng Chaozhong replied in a low voice.
"I guess so," Wang Tianmu nodded, "This batch of goods is very important, and the Japanese have been keeping an eye on it for a long time. In addition, the Japanese have suffered a small loss recently, so they will probably find some space to come back from it."
"What about Zhang Jingyao?" Geng Chaozhong asked with a smile.
"That's right," Wang Tianmu nodded, but didn't want to talk more, "The cultural relics are now in the Forbidden City. We originally sent a brigade to guard there, but now we claim that they have all been transported to Nanjing, and the guarding troops have also been withdrawn.
Now, the number of troops staying in the Forbidden City is only one company."
"Why not get it out earlier? I'm afraid it's not safe to put it in the Forbidden City. There are still many old eunuchs living there. Now Puyi has established a country in the northeast. Who knows what those birdless guys think." Geng Chaozhong frowned.
Frown.
"Who says it's not?" Wang Tianmu's face was also very serious, "But this is not what I am most worried about. What I am worried about is that those treasures may have been lost long ago!"
"Swap the package?!"
Geng Chaozhong was horrified, and Virgo sent him to protect the treasure. But if the treasure was lost, he would be dead if he had to protect it.
