Yanzhou.
At the entrance of a cave, a red sentry stood upright.
Xiong Jiahua fed a basin of water, washed his face at the door, and made himself more awake.
"Jiahua, is the leader in it?" A man in his thirties hurried over.
"The chief worked until five in the morning and just fell asleep." Xiong Jiahua looked inside the cave, pulled Lu Culture aside, and whispered.
The Xi'an Incident was too sudden, and the Red Party was caught off guard. Recently, everyone has been working on a row.
He also worked all night and had no time to rest until now.
"There is an urgent telephone here." Lu Wenhua said anxiously.
"Who is outside?" A voice came from the cave.
Xiong Jiahua looked at Lu Wenhua complainingly, lifted up the curtain of the cave door, and quickly entered, "Comrade 'Farmer' is a comrade Lu Wenhua, and there is an urgent telegram."
"Please come in with a comrade culture." Comrade 'Farmer' moved his shoulders, "Comrade Jiahua, come and make me a basin of water."
Xiong Jiahua fetched a basin of water and voluntarily withdrew. Although he was the assistant of Comrade "Farmer", some confidential information still needs to be avoided.
Comrade ‘Farmer’ quickly washed his face, picked up a worn towel and wiped his face randomly.
"Comrade 'Farmer'." Lu Wen handed the telegram to the 'Farmer', "The 'fire' is urgently telegram."
The Farmer took the message, pushed his glasses, and carefully
He showed a surprised expression on his face. Comrade "Flame" actually got a telegram from senior Japanese officials, which really excited him.
It seems that Comrade ‘Scarlett’ has further gained the trust of the Japanese senior executives!
"Pingjin, the 29th Army." Comrade 'Farmer' fell into thought.
After a moment, he put away the telegram. Information is very important and he must report to the leader immediately.
"Comrade 'Farmer', Comrade 'Flame' generates electricity this time is a bit strange." Lu Wenhua said hurriedly.
"What's wrong?"
"Comrade 'Flame'' fingering of the power generation this time is different from before." Lu Wenhua said seriously.
Comrade ‘Farmer’ showed a serious expression. The fingering method of every telegrapher generating electricity is basically fixed, and changing fingering is not a trivial matter.
"Do you suspect that this message was not sent by Comrade 'Scarlett' himself?" asked the 'Farmer'.
"Uncertainty, this possibility cannot be ruled out." Lu Wenhua said.
"Generate electricity to 'big cousin' and ask if 'flame' is safe and why the fingering method has changed." 'Farmer' pondered for a moment and said.
"yes."
...
Cheng Qianfan lay on the bed, pretending to sleep.
He was thinking.
It is dangerous to generate electricity from two places at the same time in one morning.
However, intelligence is very important and he can only take risks.
Originally, he was considering putting the information in Zhou Ru's residence and Zhou Ru sent a report after get off work.
He thought about it over and over again and gave up this choice.
For safety reasons.
The information obtained from Sanbenjilang has a high level of confidentiality.
Zhou Ru's level is not enough to be exposed to this information.
The safest way is to be the only one who knows it.
One more person knows, one more danger.
In addition, for safety reasons, he used two fingering techniques to send reports today.
The one sent to the Nanjing Secret Service headquarters was his usual right-handed report.
He used his left hand to send the telegram to the Northwest Headquarters.
For the past six months, Cheng Qianfan has been using the practice board to practice sending newspapers with his left hand.
It is to avoid exposing your identity in fingering.
Today is the first time he used his left hand to send a report to the Northwest Headquarters.
Not only this time, he will use his left hand to send electricity to the Northwest headquarters since then. The power generation fingering is the most direct mark of a telegrapher, and he must be careful.
...
Dingling.
The phone rings in Pitt's office.
Cheng Qianfan lay on the bed, facing the wall sideways, "stirring up his ears" and eavesdropping on the movement.
After a while, Peter, who hung up the phone, rushed in excitedly and pulled Cheng Qianfan up, "Don't sleep."
"What are you doing?" Cheng Qianfan said angrily, yawned, and said unhappy.
"I have something to go out, please help me watch it for a while." Peter said, changing his clothes.
He took off his uniform, hummed a song, changed into a suit, and looked happy.
"You guy, you must be romantic and handsome again, and I will take me to take the shift." Cheng Qianfan frowned, rubbed his temples, and looked uncomfortable after a hangover.
"You just want to help?" Pitt asked.
"Help." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, got up, and was about to leave the lounge.
"Where are you going?" asked Pete.
"Go outside." Cheng Qianfan burped, "You are not here, so it's not convenient for me to stay here."
He pointed to a safe in the corner of the lounge.
All the files are kept here.
"It's okay." Pete waved his hand indifferently.
"No." Cheng Qianfan shook his head firmly, "Don't harm me. If there are important documents lost, I will be unable to explain them."
"Don't worry." Pete picked up his briefcase, "I carry the most important documents with me."
As he said that, Pete took off his horse boots and changed into leather shoes, "That's it, I'm leaving."
...
"Hey." Cheng Qianfan looked at Peter's hurried departure and muttered and cursed.
This call was arranged by Cheng Qianfan.
The phone call was called by a Belarusian woman.
Peter had previously met this Belarusian dancer in the big world and became obsessed with it.
However, this woman is good at fishing and has always been itchy about Pitt, which makes her hooked.
Cheng Qianfan arranged for someone to find this Belarusian woman in private, and after spending a sum of money, he got the phone number.
Based on his knowledge of Pitt, this guy must have been baited.
Now, taking the hook is taking the hook. Unexpectedly, Pitt is cautious and actually puts important documents in his briefcase and takes them away.
So, this plan is only half successful.
Cheng Qianfan stroked the key in his pocket and thought about the next plan.
The key is the key to the safe, and Cheng Qianfan had already secretly matched it.
...
About half an hour later, Cheng Qianfan left the office and came to the corridor to smoke.
From here you can see outside.
Haozi was repairing shoes at a shoe repair stall opposite the police station, and was bragging and chatting with the stall owner and idle people.
Cheng Qianfan took out the lighter, raised the lighter, shook it a few times before lit the cigarette.
Seeing this, Haozi, who had been paying attention to the situation here, stood up and took a look, nodded, and left quickly.
Another half an hour later, at Lieutenant Pitt's home, Massnan Road.
The phone rings in the living room.
The maid who was wiping the floor with a rag wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked over to pick up the microphone.
There was a bird singing on the other end of the phone, and the maid couldn't understand it.
"Madam, phone." The maid shouted to the upstairs with the phone.
Pete's wife Linda was listening to the record upstairs. The maid shouted several times before she heard it and slowly came down to answer the phone.
"Who?" (in French).
Haozi on the other end of the phone couldn't understand it, but it didn't matter. When he heard a foreign woman talking foreign words on the other end of the phone, he was in line with the number.
He said a sentence in French that he had just learned and had been silently reciting, fearing that the other party would not understand, and then he said it again and hung up the phone immediately.
On the end of the phone, Linda held the microphone in her hand and took more than ten seconds to understand what the other party's stumbled French meaning was.
The hostess's face changed immediately.
A few minutes later, after calling the telegraph hall not far from here, Haozi, who had been staring at Pitt's house, saw a foreign woman taking a maid out angrily, calling two rickshaws, and leaving.
Chapter completed!