In last year's large-scale manhunt, the losses suffered by Teko were more severe than those of the Jiangsu Red Party and the Shanghai Red Party. It can even be described as almost annihilating the entire army.
All the files and information of the Special Branch members were destroyed.
The information disclosed by the headquarters in the secret cable was only a rough understanding of the 'fish intestines'.
‘Yuchang’, formerly known as Jia Huan, was originally from Shandong and joined the Party in the 17th year of the Republic of China.
That's all.
It's so difficult to find 'fish intestines' in the vast sea of people.
Cheng Qianfan returned to Yandli's residence and thought hard.
He was recalling the previous actions of the Teko Red Team, hoping to find clues to the 'fish intestines' from the clues.
Unfortunately, after thinking hard for a long time, I found nothing.
Not only is there no clue about the 'fish intestines', Cheng Qianfan has also made no progress in inquiring about Ge Cuimin's situation.
This matter is quite difficult.
Any attempt to inquire about the Red Party 'prisoners' imprisoned in Longhua will alert the Party Affairs Investigation Office.
In the autumn of the 22nd year of the Republic of China, the Party Affairs Investigation Department secretly killed Li Guoyun, a red party member, but kept falsely claiming that this comrade was still imprisoned in prison.
The Red Party in Shanghai had been trying to rescue Comrade Li Guoyun and sent people to inquire in various places, but they fell into the enemy's trap. The two comrades were captured by the enemy and unfortunately died.
Therefore, although Cheng Qianfan was extremely anxious, he still could not act rashly.
Maybe the enemy is just waiting for him to take the bait.
…
Two days later, Shanghai Railway Station.
Cheng Qianfan, who was in disguise, picked someone up at the station.
Wearing a green cloth coat, fur-soled cloth shoes, and black-rimmed glasses, while waiting for someone, he did not forget to read a book. From time to time, he would wet his fingers with saliva and turn the pages. He did not care about the people walking around him.
In the book, there is a round mirror the size of a child's palm. Cheng Qianfan uses the mirror to observe the surrounding situation without leaving any trace.
Twenty-five minutes.
He secretly remembered it in his heart.
The police patrols at the train station patrol around the square every twenty-five minutes on average.
The patrolling military police are not the most troublesome.
What needs to be most feared and vigilant are the spies of the Party Affairs Investigation Department.
At the stall of a cigarette shop, there was a man in his early twenties reading a newspaper. Cheng Qianfan observed for a long time that he had been reading the newspaper in his hand for half an hour without turning a page.
Moreover, when this person was reading the newspaper, his head was slightly tilted, and it was obvious that his eyes and attention were not on the newspaper.
Suspected spy.
About thirty steps to the left, there was a man in a Chinese tunic suit, holding a sign that read, "Pick up Mr. Zheng from Nanjing," but he rarely looked at the passenger exit and kept looking at the people coming and going.
A female student came out of the station earlier. She put down the sign in her hand and raised it again twice.
Immediately, a young man with a flat head walked past him, and their eyes crossed.
Subsequently, the female student was interrogated and searched by the military police. Only when no suspicious findings were found, the female student, whose face turned pale with fright, was released.
Suspected spy +2.
In addition to the two people he discovered, there must be other secret agents in the square who are spying on them.
…
The train was extremely crowded.
The train announcement is announcing that there are about 20 minutes left before entering the Shanghai Railway Station. Passengers are asked to be ready to get off.
Suddenly, the crowd began to commotion.
The cries, shouts, beatings and scoldings of children, as well as the noise of people busy packing their luggage, played chaotic yet vibrant music.
Wu Huan glanced at his slightly nervous 'wife' and said, "Ruonan, pack up and get ready to get out of the car."
Xie Ruonan is about in his early twenties. The girl has a round face and looks very happy.
He muttered something in his mouth, poured the remaining melon seeds into his little cloth pocket, glanced at the little boy opposite who was looking at him eagerly, gritted his teeth, took out a small handful, and handed it over.
The little boy's mother quickly thanked him.
Suddenly, Xie Ruonan subconsciously touched his pocket and his expression changed.
"What's wrong?" Wu Huan asked immediately.
"My wallet is missing." Xie Ruonan was so anxious that he shouted to the police.
"Shut up." Wu Huan lowered his voice and said coldly.
He was not satisfied with the 'wife' arranged for him by the organization.
He has a petty temper, is greedy for snacks, and has bad intentions.
On the way from Nanjing to Shanghai, most of the snacks in Xie Ruonan's pocket were given to the children around him.
It’s not that kindness is bad, it’s just that whether it’s candy or peanuts and melon seeds, they are all precious to ordinary people.
It's okay to share something occasionally, but gifts without a bottom line are a bit eye-catching for two people wearing ordinary clothes and buying third-class tickets.
In Wu Huan's view, Xie Ruonan, who had just graduated from a girls' high school, was not suitable for underground work because he was too immature.
Maybe the organization thinks that Xie Ruonan, who is as simple as a blank sheet of paper, is a better cover for their identities.
However, there are advantages and disadvantages.
"The wallet is gone." Xie Ruonan's round face flushed anxiously, and he didn't understand why his 'husband' didn't want to call the police.
"First, the police will not pay attention to this kind of petty theft."
"Secondly, we are unable to determine when the wallet was stolen."
"Third, and most importantly, if you call the police, the two of us will be interrogated first."
Wu Huan lowered his voice and explained.
Xie Ruonan glanced at the 'husband' with an extremely serious expression, pursed his lips, and became sulky without speaking.
"Are you two having trouble?" the middle-aged woman sitting next to her asked with a smile.
"Little tempered." Wu Huan said with a smile.
"You are so petty." Xie Ruonan said angrily.
Everyone around was amused by this young couple.
"It's good to be young," the middle-aged woman said with a smile.
Neither Wu Huan nor Xie Ruonan noticed that about three or four meters away from the two of them, a young man stared at them for a few times and shook his head at his companion:
The two of them looked like a newlywed couple, so there should be nothing suspicious about them.
…
The radio said it would arrive in Shanghai in more than 20 minutes, but in fact it took about 40 minutes before the train slowly stopped at the Shanghai Railway Station.
Wu Huan was carrying a shabby suitcase, and Xie Ruonan was carrying a cloth bag.
Got off the train.
The 'husband' stretched out his hand to help his wife carry the bag. The 'wife' snorted and changed her hand to carry the cloth bag.
The 'husband' lovingly stretched out his hand and scratched the 'wife's' nose.
The 'wife' glared hard and walked straight ahead angrily.
The young man got out of the car with his companions, took a look, and spat on the ground unhappily. It's great to have a wife.
"What did you do when you scratched my nose just now?" Xie Ruonan said angrily as he walked a little further away.
"Someone is staring at us, don't stop, don't look, keep walking." Wu Huan whispered. He had not noticed it before, but when he got out of the car, he noticed a man who had been looking at them.
At this time, in the train station square, Cheng Qianfan heard the news on the radio that the train from Nanjing to Shanghai had arrived. He put away the small mirror with his palm without leaving a trace and put it in his pocket.
Reluctantly, he closed the books in his hands and held them in his hands. The cover of the book faced outwards and you could see:
"Selected Works of People's Wisdom through the Past Dynasties", written by Wang Fuquan.
At this moment, a row of military trucks roared into the square, braked suddenly, and more than a dozen armed police officers jumped out of the truck, scaring pedestrians into running away.
