Zhou Qingshan was sitting on a bench, holding an oil paper umbrella with sika deer printed on it in his hand.
Sika deer oil paper umbrella is a specific code name.
Today is the day to meet Ruoqiu again.
Jiang Rumeng walked over, sat on the other end of the bench, glanced at the oil-paper umbrella in Zhou Qingshan's hand, and said, "Excuse me, do you know any folk remedies for treating asthma?"
"How old is the patient?"
"Third uncle is sick."
"After making tea with loquat leaves, the condition will be basically stable after the white dew has passed."
These few lines of dialogue are the code words for the connection between Ruoqiu and the fisherman.
"Hello, Comrade Ruoqiu."
"Hello, comrade fisherman."
"Zhou Qingshan. You can also call me Stephen Zhou."
"Jiang Rumeng."
"I saw you at the Broadway Tower buffet."
"Yes, I've seen you too."
"With agents present, I can only cancel the meeting."
"I almost mistaken Wan Xiangsheng for a fisherman. On the cover of his pocket watch, there are four words "rarely confused" printed on it.
"Generally, certain code names stand out."
"Later I also thought about it. The pocket watch is so small, how could it be a specific code..."
"Let's get down to business."
"The organization sent me to Shanghai mainly to investigate the death of Fang Yongyan."
"I'm checking it too."
"According to the information we have, Fang Yongyan went to meet someone that day."
"Meeting whom?"
"ice."
"Who is Bing?"
"An intelligence agent who has a single line of contact with Fang Yongyan."
"Could it be said that Bing betrayed Fang Yongyan?"
"The organization has held a special meeting to discuss this issue and believes it is very likely."
"Is there any evidence?"
"Bing took the initiative to ask Fang Yongyan to meet. Judging from the time, the day they met should be the day of the incident."
"I think it is too hasty to conclude that Bing betrayed Fang Yongyan just because they met. Besides, whether the person Fang Yongyan went to meet is actually Bing needs further verification."
"Under normal circumstances, my top line was sacrificed. As an intelligence agent, I should get in touch with the organization as soon as possible. However, after so long, there is no news from Bing. If he didn't have something in his heart, why didn't he dare to show up?
"
Zhou Qingshan thought for a while: "Let's let the organization make arrangements and send someone to contact Bing and ask him to truthfully state his itinerary for the day so that his identity can be screened..."
Jiang Rumeng smiled bitterly and said: "Bing has always been in the dormant period and has never been officially activated. Therefore, only Fang Yongyan knows about his situation."
"The organization doesn't know Bing's true identity?"
"Yes."
"In this case, Bing may have the same problem. The organization cannot find him, and he has no communication channel with the organization."
"Some time ago, we made many clear calls, but we were never able to contact him."
"Maybe he didn't hear it. Even if he heard it, he wouldn't dare to show up rashly."
"Why?"
"Before his death, Fang Yongyan suspected that there were Kuomintang spies within us, and Bing should also know this. Fang Yongyan was suddenly killed, and then he received a clear call. He must have also suspected that the clear call was from one of his own, or was the enemy setting up a trap?"
"So, you think Bing is not a traitor?"
"I only believe in evidence."
"There is a way, maybe we can make Bing trust us."
"any solution?"
"Fang Yongyan published an advertisement in Le Monde six months ago. I estimate that this is probably a way to contact Bing. We can follow the example of the gourd and maybe draw Bing out."
"What content?"
Jiang Rumeng was well prepared. He opened the zipper of his satchel, took out a folded copy of "Le Monde" and said, "It's in the lower left corner."
Zhou Qingshan put the newspaper in his pocket, looked around casually, and said: "In the eyes of outsiders, if we have an ambiguous relationship between men and women, it will definitely be more consistent with our respective identities. If anyone asks, just talk about it.
, Needless to say too clearly, half-covered."
Jiang Rumeng smiled slightly: "I think so too."
A lowly actress and a married man with some spare money.
If two people are in frequent contact, the most convincing reason is undoubtedly the ambiguous relationship between men and women.
…
One month later.
Saturday.
Four o'clock in the afternoon.
In front of the Shanghai City Hall, Gu Qingcheng stood on the roadside looking left and right.
After a while, a Ford sedan drove over.
Xu Siqi pushed the door open and got out of the car, quickly came to Gu Qingcheng and said, "Qingcheng, are you anxious about waiting?"
"Fortunately, I just came out too."
"Get in the car."
"Where to go?"
"You have the final say today. Wherever you ask me to go, I will follow."
"real?"
"certainly."
Gu Qingcheng rolled her eyes: "Can you accompany me to the department store?"
"Can."
"Don't cheat in the middle, stay with me all the time."
"I promise not to cheat."
"That's pretty much it..."
Xu Siqi opened the car door and Gu Qingcheng got into the car.
"Read the newspapers, read the newspapers, Wan Xiang's body is still cold, and the Wan brothers are in court to fight for the inheritance!"
The young man holding a thick stack of newspapers shouted and solicited business all the way.
Xu Siqi bought a newspaper before getting in the car.
"Siqi, let's find a place to eat first. After we're full, we'll go to the department store. Just treat it like a walk."
"Well, that makes sense. What do you want to eat?"
The Ford sedan was driving at a medium speed and headed towards the public concession.
Gu Qingcheng took the newspaper, turned it directly to the advertising page, and said: "Let me take a look and see if there are any newly opened restaurants... Xinya Cantonese Restaurant, with celebrity chefs, is offering a 20% discount during the opening period. Siqi, let's go eat.
Is the Cantonese food good?”
"Why do you have to find a newly opened restaurant?" Xu Siqi asked.
“This is a newly opened restaurant, and the food must be carefully prepared...”
After reading the newspaper for a while, Gu Qingcheng frowned and muttered: "Really, you don't even bother advertising, you don't even have a phone number..."
"Why do you need a phone number?"
Xu Siqi glanced at it.
Gu Qingcheng said: "Call in advance to reserve a seat. What if the room is full?"
"probably not."
Xu Siqi's eyes fell on an advertisement.
——I lost a Mido pocket watch on the main road at noon yesterday, with a silver-plated case (actually made of brass). If anyone finds it, please be sure to send it to Mr. Liu, Room 5, Sakura Hotel, North Sichuan Road.
There will be a reward.
When they first arrived in Shanghai, it was through this missing object notice that Fang Yongyan and Xu Siqi got in touch.
More than half a year later, the exact same advertisement appeared again.
Who could have posted the advertisement?
Communist Party?
Or the Kuomintang?
Since it is a one-line contact, only Fang Yongyan should know the specific contact information.
Fang Yongyan is dead. The person who can find out his contact information is more likely to be from the Communist Party...