Although Ning Zhiheng already knew the target of Japanese surveillance, he had previously judged based on the information provided by He Siming. In the end, he still needed to confirm Takasugi Insugi's true identity, and the faster the better.

Since the Japanese have begun to monitor Takasugi Inki, Takasugi Inki may contact his comrades at any time. If the Japanese really find something around him and find members of the underground party organization, the problem will be serious.

But how to confirm Takasugi Inki's true identity? If you are in Shanghai, it is naturally not a problem. You only need to contact the farmer and let the farmer confirm Takasugi's identity through organizational procedures and formulate response measures in a timely manner.

But this is Nanjing. There is no contact person between me and the underground party organization. I can’t travel a long distance back to Shanghai to contact the farmers, right? Even if I take a train, it will take two days to go there, and it is impossible to delay time.

Moreover, if you have too big goals, once you set out to rush back to Shanghai, it will inevitably attract the attention of those who are interested. This method is really not feasible.

Then, you can only find underground party organizations in Nanjing and give them direct warnings. However, the whereabouts of Nanjing underground party organizations are difficult to find. At present, I only know the transportation channels of Nanjing underground party organizations, that is, Tongfuman Trading Company on the corner of Donghua Street, Dongcheng District. You can go there to see if you have the opportunity to contact them.

And without further ado, intelligence work changes rapidly and changes will occur at any time. The faster he sends a warning signal, the less losses the Nanjing underground party organization will be. Thinking of this, Ning Zhiheng no longer hesitates. He changed into a coat, put on a top hat, did not drive a car, did not take Yi Huaan and bodyguards to follow him, and quietly left from the back door of the villa, walked to the street, raised his hand to greet a rickshaw, got in the car, and rushed to Dongcheng District.

The rickshaw driver was running very quickly. After running for half an hour, he entered Dongcheng District. Ning Zhiheng sat in the car. Looking left and right, although the broken garbage on the street had been cleaned up, the shops on both sides were still seriously damaged. Some shops were not open yet, the windows were broken, and the doors were closed, obviously they had not recovered.

But there are still many shops under restoration, and the doors and windows have been reinstalled and business has been resumed.

The people on the street are no longer as usual, with a much sparse flow of people. It seems that people have not recovered from the turmoil.

When he arrived near Donghua Street, Ning Zhiheng signaled the driver to stop the car. He got out of the car and took out the money and sent the rickshaw driver away.

After looking around, I walked along the street of Donghua Street for a while. The shops on this street were relatively damaged. Almost half of the shops were closed and had no business, and the streets seemed very deserted.

When I arrived at the corner of the street, I looked up and saw a small shop with a large number of words "Tongfuman Shopping Company" written on the plaque on the door. The doors and windows of the shop were obviously changed just now. It should have been smashed by Japanese soldiers during the turmoil.

However, at this time, Tongfuman Trading Company also closed the doors and windows, put the door panels on, and did not start business. Ning Zhiheng frowned, looked left and right, stepped to a nearby newsstand, took out a banknote and handed it over, and spoke in Shanghai dialect: "Come a new Nanjing News."

"Okay, you can get it yourself, I'll find money for you!" The stall owner agreed quickly, and immediately was stunned after taking the money. This was a ten-yen denomination bill, but he couldn't afford it. "Sir, I just opened it, and I can't find the money for you!"

Ning Zhiheng casually picked up a copy of the "New Nanjing News" from the stall and said lightly: "Then you don't need to look for it. I'll ask you. I'm from Shanghai to do business. I've been here before, but this is not the case. What's going on now?"

When the stall owner heard this, he was naturally overjoyed. As soon as he opened it, he met such a big customer. He got the money for nothing. He quickly grabbed the banknote tightly, put it away with his body, and said respectfully: "Thank you, sir, you have a prosperous business! Huh, did you just arrive in Nanjing? You don't know, just a few days ago, a group of Japanese soldiers smashed and looted here, and the entire Dongcheng District was robbed, the store was smashed and dozens of people were shot and killed. This Donghua Street was the most robbed, and more than ten people were lost. How could you still have the intention to open a business? Look at that one..."

Speaking of this, the stall owner pointed to the Tongfuman Trading Company diagonally opposite, and continued in a low voice: "The two guys were beheaded by Japanese soldiers to protect the goods, and they were smashed the most powerfully. They have been busy with funerals these two days. If you want to say that this shopkeeper is really good, the guy took his life and paid the capital. The whole set of sending is worthy of them..."

Listening to the stall owner talking nonstop, Ning Zhiheng quickly learned some situations. Tongfuman Trading Company was seriously damaged during this turmoil and had not been open for business these days.

He did not stop any longer, nodded to the stall owner, then turned around and left quickly, soon stopped another rickshaw and ordered: "Go to the south of the city!"

Time is tight, Ning Zhiheng decided to give up the line of Tongfuman Trading Company, and he wanted to go to the south of the city to try his luck.

Before the war broke out, during his time at the Nanjing Military Intelligence Agency, he mastered the hidden identities of two leaders of the underground party organization.

One is Fang Boyi, a professor at Jinling University, and the other is Cheng Xingye, a doctor in the Pu'an Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic in Chengnan.

Fang Boyi is now in Chongqing, so he naturally can't count on it anymore, but the traditional Chinese medicine doctor Cheng Xingye is likely to be still in Nanjing and he wants to implement it himself.

Moreover, before the full war started, Cheng Xingye was already the person in charge of drug delivery in the underground party organization. You can imagine his status in the party organization and directly notify him, which saved many reporting links and warned the organization as soon as possible.

Ning Zhiheng came to the vicinity of the clinic according to his previous memory and got off the bus, walked on foot, crossed two intersections, and soon arrived at the neighborhood where Pu'an Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic was located.

Since the war, three years have passed, and many of the buildings here have changed, but Ning Zhiheng quickly found the place he was looking for.

Seeing that the Chinese medicine clinic in front of him still had the plaque hanging, Ning Zhiheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, it was a blessing that the Pu'an Chinese medicine clinic had not been destroyed yet, but I just didn't know if Cheng Xingye was still here?

Ning Zhiheng hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped into the clinic door. The layout in the clinic was still the same as a few years ago, but there were a lot more people seeing the doctor than before.

This is the case with traditional Chinese medicine. The longer you practice medicine, the more you have a reputation, the patients will come from everywhere and their business will get better and better.

I remember the last time I came to the clinic, this Pu'an Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic had just opened, and it was not famous, and not many people were seeing a doctor. Now it seems that the reputation has been gained.

In the northeast corner of the clinic, a doctor's desk was set up side by side with several tables and chairs, full of customers who were seeing the doctor. The doctor Cheng Xingye, who was sitting behind the table, was reaching out to take the pulse of a patient. He was wearing a long gown and a pair of black-framed glasses, and his temperament became more and more calm. In just three years, his hair was gray and he looked much older than before.

Cheng Xingye is still here!

Ning Zhiheng suddenly felt relieved. This time he didn't run away in vain. He finally found the real owner, but he would not have contacted Cheng Xingye himself. He had a relationship with Cheng Xingye back then. Although he was just a hurry and time had passed so long, Ning Zhiheng still couldn't take risks.

He turned around and left the traditional Chinese medicine clinic, covered half of his face with a scarf, went to a nearby department store, bought some candy, went out to wave to a naughty boy playing on the street, whispered a few words, and gave the child a bag of candy.

The naughty boy nodded happily, turned around and jumped into the traditional Chinese medicine clinic. Ning Zhiheng found a corner nearby and quietly observed the movement.

Cheng Xingye was taking a medical treatment in the clinic as before. He evacuated Nanjing before the fall. Later, after the situation stabilized slightly, he returned to Nanjing and was ordered to lead the underground work of the Nanjing underground party organization.

For underground workers, it is extremely difficult to have a reliable cover-up. He has been operating as a traditional Chinese medicine doctor for a long time, and has already had some reputation in the surrounding areas before, which is very reliable, so Cheng Xingye naturally would not give up so easily. After returning to Nanjing, he continued to use this as a cover, and so far, he has been safe!

At this time, a half-old child jumped to him. He knew this child, who was a child from a nearby neighbor's house, and saw the child handing over an envelope in his hand.

Cheng Xingye was stunned and asked in a kind tone: "Xiaoyuan, what is this?"

Xiaoyuan smiled and shook a handful of candy in his hand: "Grandpa Cheng, there is an uncle outside who asked me to give it to you, and he gave me a lot of candy!"

Cheng Xingye felt nervous when he heard this. He hurriedly opened the envelope, took out a piece of letter paper, opened it, and was so shocked that he was sweating in his cold sweat at the first glance. He quickly put the letter paper in his sleeves, and asked Xiaoyuan urgently: "Xiaoyuan, where is that uncle now?"

“Just outside!”

Without saying a word, Cheng Xingye quickly held Xiaoyuan with his hands and walked out of the clinic gate, but Xiaoyuan looked around and finally shook his head.

Cheng Xingye knew that the sender had left, so he didn't want to meet him at all, and it would be in vain to look for him again. He whispered to Xiaoyuan for a few words, and finally let go of Xiaoyuan's hand and asked him to continue playing. He returned to the clinic in disappointment.

He sued the customers, rejected the diagnosis and treatment today, and then told the friend a few words, and quickly left the clinic.
Chapter completed!