"Radio! Go quickly!" Cheng Xuyuan pushed his wife, who was a little stunned because of panic.
“Oh oh oh.”
Seeing his wife running away, Cheng Xuyuan opened the cabinet and took out an iron bucket. Then he swept the paper on the table randomly, grabbed it and stuffed it into the iron bucket. He picked up the kerosene lamp, opened the drawer and picked up a short gun, and smashed the kerosene lamp directly with the gun handle. The kerosene inside flowed into the iron bucket, and quickly cut a foreign fire and threw it into the iron bucket.
The paper burned suddenly with the help of kerosene.
He quickly went from the drawer, in the bookcase behind him, in the box under a single steel wire bed, and the paper suspected of being secret documents was thrown into the iron bucket.
"Ayuan, I'm ready." Gui Qian rushed to the door with a suitcase.
Cheng Xuyuan glanced at the paper all over the ground. Without any hesitation, he picked up the short gun on the table and inserted it into his back, took the box from his wife with his left hand, "Go!"
"Ayuan, documents, documents." Gui Qian was pulled away by her husband, turned her head to look at the paper on the ground, "Do you want to set fire..." Tian
"No." Cheng Xuyuan shook his head, pulled his wife quickly, "Leave."
Setting fire is not possible. If the fire breaks out and the enemy has not arrived yet, the police in the French Concession will come to search for them as soon as possible.
Documents are important, but the safety of my parents-in-law is even more important.
Even, in a sense, the ability of his Shanghai secretary to evacuate safely is extremely important in itself.
Of course, there is another reason. This is a densely populated area and the danger of setting fires is too great.
Not only were the citizens killed and injured, but the French Concession authorities would no longer tolerate the Military Control Commission.
The two of them went downstairs in a hurry.
When he arrived at the stairs, Cheng Xuyuan slowed down, "Don't panic, hold my hand!"
He said to his wife.
"Rickshaw." Cheng Xuyuan waved.
There were two empty rickshaws resting on the other side of the road and eating dry food. When they saw someone asking for a car, they hurriedly pulled the car over.
At this moment, a car drove in the distance, and the speed was very fast. A man dressed in a short dress on both sides shouted fiercely, "Get out of the way, get out of the way."
"What are you stunned?" Cheng Xuyuan's heart tightened and he quickly cursed at the coachman, "I'm on the way, Dayuan Bridge."
The coachman picked up a towel to wipe the sweat on his forehead, then put the towel on his shoulder, pulled up the rickshaw and ran hard.
Chen Mingchu was sitting in the car and the curtain was pulled up. For safety reasons, he would not get out of the car or show up. He would only pull the curtain to take a look after the agent grabbed the person.
Yes, his job is to recognize people.
Cheng Xuyuan and Gui Qian didn't know that they were only one distance from the arrest of the car curtain.
The two did not arrive at Dayuan Bridge, but got off the bus halfway.
Cheng Xuyuan found a grocery store that he could call, and he asked for a call to the general garrison house in the public concession.
In Kelaibo's office, Shao Mingkui was flipping through the files, but was actually anxious. There were already seven or eight cigarette butts in the ashtray on the table.
"Inspector Shao, your phone number." A inspector shouted at the door, "Your office."
"I know, thank you." Shao Mingkui pressed the cigarette butt in the ashtray.
Back at his office, he picked up the phone, "I am Shao Mingkui."
"It's me, Boss Yuan. I heard that you are sick, hurry up and prescribe the medicine." Cheng Xuyuan said. In fact, these code words themselves are problematic. You can tell something is wrong after thinking about it. However, Cheng Xuyuan can no longer care about so much in his anxiousness.
In addition, he had no idea whether something had happened to Shao Mingkui, and he could not even rule out that Shao Mingkui was holding a gun on his forehead, who was answering the phone.
Despite this, he decided to make this call. Shao Mingkui had a good relationship with him. If Shao Mingkui had not been arrested at this time, perhaps this call could save Shao Mingkui's life.
After saying this, Cheng Xuyuan hung up the phone directly.
Shao Mingkui put the microphone in his mouth, and his expression changed.
Boss Yuan is used to identify the identity and can quickly identify who the person on the other end of the phone.
Because the phone may lose its voice, the sound can also be imitated.
Cheng Xuyuan actually called his office directly, which was a violation of the regulations and was enough to show that this one was urgent.
A few minutes later, Shao Mingkui asked for leave to return home on the pretext of going home to get stomach medicine.
Then, he wanted to walk away directly, but his heart moved and found a familiar British officer who borrowed the man's car for twenty pounds.
Tang Wenlao urinated in the corner of the wall, and when he came back, he saw a small car driving out of the public chief arresting room. "Whose car is that?" he asked.
"Team leader, that's an old British car." A subordinate replied.
Tang Wenlao nodded and didn't take it to heart.
...
"No one?" Chen Mingchu asked with a gloomy face.
"There are no people left." The agent who had just run back from No. 71, Maiyang Road to report said, "There are still papers burning in the brazier, which are messy and the ground is in a mess. People should have just left."
Chen Mingchu had a dark face. The biggest possibility of this situation was that the news leaked. No. 71 Maiyang Road received a warning in advance.
However, he couldn't figure out how the news was leaked?
"Take me to see." Chen Mingchu said. Although he was afraid of his identity being exposed, he had to get out of the car.
However, Chen Mingchu also made as much as possible to cover up. He put on a mask and got out of the car, and reached out to take a black umbrella handed over by his subordinates.
Standing at the door, looking at the plaque of "Wilson Trading Company", Chen Mingchu stepped into the house.
The ground was full of books, paper and other messy miscellaneous items, and the agents were still searching the boxes and cabinets.
Chen Mingchu bent down and reached out to touch the brazier.
The walls of the iron barrel are still hot.
Chen Mingchu carefully checked the incinerated documents in the iron barrel, "tweezers." He said.
Use tweezers to pick up a piece of paper the size of a thumb, with the word Tan on it.
"Cheng Xuyuan!" Chen Mingchu said gritting his teeth.
It is confirmed that No. 71, Maiyang Road, is the hiding place of Cheng Xuyuan, secretary of the Shanghai District of the Military Control Commission. Because the pseudonym Cheng Xuyuan used was Tan Yunxian, and this thumb-sized piece of paper was part of Tan Yunxian's signature.
Chen Mingchu was so angry that he almost caught Cheng Xuyuan.
He picked up the phone directly on the table, "You want No. 76, Jisifeier Road."
Time is tight, so he directly reported to Li Cuiqun on Cheng Xuyuan's phone number.
...
"Deputy Director Li, phone number." An agent came to ask Li Cuiqun to answer the phone again.
"Oh, junior, let me lose my companion for you." Li Cuiqun said with apologized smile.
Cheng Qianfan waved his hand and signaled that it was okay.
He picked up the wine cup and heard Li Cuiqun's footsteps away, and he was anxious.
The more busy Li Cuiqun is, the more anxious he becomes.