"Who led the team here?" Cheng Qianfan asked as he picked up a peanut, chewed it slowly, and looked at the snowflakes flying outside.
"Fat Bao brought a team of police officers and some plainclothes people over." The yellow wine on the stove boiled, and Lao Huang stood up and poured wine into Cheng Qianfan's cup.
Fei Bao's real name is Bao Fei, and he is the deputy commander of Yuan Kaizhou's troops. He looks obsessed with fat, so he is nicknamed Fei Bao.
"Later, the two sides confronted each other, and it was Zhao Shuli who brought a large number of plainclothes to visit and reinforce."
Cheng Qianfan frowned slightly.
He has been paying attention to Zhao Shuli in secret, but he is a little confused.
Zhao Shuli is Qin Detai's confidant. It is logical that Qin Detai is gone, Zhao Shuli will fall out of favor and fall out.
However, it seems that Qin Detai's departure did not affect the person's status in the police station.
Jin Kemu is still "trustful" Zhao Shuli for the time being, of course, it may also be a delaying strategy.
The most important thing is that Zhao Shuli didn't know when he got to Lieutenant Malai of the Political Department.
After Qin Detai left, everyone thought that Zhao Shuli would be greatly affected, Ma Lai suddenly praised In public for his outstanding abilities and was a role model for the police station in the French Concession.
...
"Where are you escorting me now?" Cheng Qianfan took a sip of rice wine, and a warm current came into his mouth. He added wine made of ginger and drank it into his stomach, making his whole stomach feel warm.
"The Political Department took the person away, and Malay may arrange an interrogation in person."
"Is anyone injured?" Cheng Qianfan asked suddenly.
Old Huang escorted a sip of wine, smiled, and whispered, "When Zheng Weilong was being escorted down the stairs, he accidentally slipped and fell down, and his leg was said to have broken."
"It's still smart." Cheng Qianfan exclaimed. Although he didn't know why Zheng Weilong was still caught when he had already warned Wuhan, this webmaster Zheng was still a bit wise.
Zheng Weilong deliberately made himself injured, which created an opportunity for the doctor to show him the injury, hoping to take the opportunity to contact the outside world. Of course, this requires the police station to agree to arrange for the doctor to treat his injuries.
...
"Do you want it..." Old Huang pondered for a moment and said.
"No." Cheng Qianfan shook his head decisively.
He understood what Lao Huang meant, and Lao Huang was a medical officer in the Central Police Station. After some operation, he had the opportunity to get in touch with Zheng Weilong.
In the French Concession Special Party Group, Cheng Qianfan is the leader of the Party Group. His answer just now was not a decision made on behalf of the organization in the name of the group leader.
He and other comrades, including Lao Huang, will try to do their part for the Shanghai station if conditions permit. For example, Lao Huang has quietly gone to inquire about the news before, but he must grasp the right position.
It's not his cold-blooded.
It's actually too dangerous.
Cheng Qianfan even doubted whether the people from the secret service would have killed people with the Japanese sword if they learned about Lao Huang's identity.
Also, Ruan Zhiyuan's treason for surrendering to the enemy, and the impact of Wang Kangnian, Wu Shanyue and others' ease of treason for the past was too bad, and the people of the National Party were not trustworthy, which almost became the consensus of the Shanghai Red Party.
The two chatted for a while, Cheng Qianfan patted his butt and went back to his office.
...
Old Huang instigated a sip of wine and narrowed his eyes happily.
He just said "indiscriminately". If "Flame" really agreed to him to take the risk to contact Zheng Weilong, although Lao Huang could understand, the Secret Service was also an important anti-Japanese force and is now a "friendly army".
However, Lao Huang will inevitably feel a knot in his heart, and he even wonders whether the red stance of "flame" has been firm.
Fortunately, the "flame" did not disappoint him.
Looking at the flying snowflakes, Lao Huang raised his neck and took two big gulps.
Ten years ago, in the early spring when it was also snowy, her fiancée, brother-in-law, brother-in-law and sister were bravely executed in Yuhuatai, Nanjing.
"Long live the red!"
"Long live the people!"
The final shout.
The chaotic gunfire sounded, the evil bullet penetrated the body, the revolutionary fell down tragically, and he lost all his relatives.
Lao Huang stood up, came to the door, stretched out his hand, the snowflakes fell, slowly melting in his palm,
He misses his loved ones.
Miss his lover.
Today is the death day for them to die for ten years.
"Axia, are you okay there?"
"miss you."
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Betton District.
Carnival Hotel.
Gui Qian hid in the room with her children and didn't dare to go anywhere.
She raised her wrist to look at the time, and it was still a quarter of an hour before it was twelve o'clock noon.
The flame of hope in Gui Qian's heart became dimmer and dimming.
"Mom, I'm going out to play," the son said noisily.
"Little brother, sister play with you." When the sister came up, she hurriedly picked up her brother. She didn't know what had happened when she was young, and she didn't know why her mother brought them here.
However, the smart and sensitive child felt that his mother was in a low mood. His father didn't come back, but he seemed to understand something.
At this moment, a knock on the door sounded.
"Who?" Gui Qian put her right hand into Kunbao and held a No. 38 revolver.
"Qianyun, it's me." Cheng Xuyuan's voice came from outside.
Gui Qian felt her tense body suddenly relax, she breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door, opened the door, and hugged her husband tightly.
"Hurry up, pack up and follow me." Cheng Xuyuan looked at his wife. The children were all fine. A stone fell to the ground in his heart. "Where is the radio station?"
He asked in a low voice.
Gui Qian pulled out a wooden box from under the bed.
Cheng Xuyuan lifted the wooden box with his right hand, touched his daughter's head, smiled, and picked up his son with his left hand.
"Let's go."
More than an hour later, the group of people with their families finally arrived at a temporary safe house.
This is a house on the outskirts of Betton District. There is a yard in front and four tiled houses in the back.
...
"Don't worry, I've prepared this house long ago." Zheng Lijun said as she looked at Cheng Xuyuan's still nervous.
Cheng Xuyuan smiled bitterly and took a sip of water to hide his nervousness.
"The webmaster doesn't know about this house." Zheng Lijun added.
Hearing this, Cheng Xuyuan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Didn't you call for warning? Why did the webmaster go to Ai Road in Myersey?" Zheng Lijun asked in confusion.
He did not doubt that Cheng Xuyuan was lying, not whether he believed Cheng Xuyuan, but based on his judgment on details:
Cheng Xuyuan had time to go to his residence to find him, so he naturally had enough time to call the webmaster's home to warn him.
Of course, Cheng Xuyuan did not need to lie and conceal such a major event.
"I'm also very strange. I especially reminded Mrs. Zheng to wake up the webmaster immediately." Cheng Xuyuan shook his head. He could not understand why Zheng Weilong did not evacuate urgently after receiving the warning, but even went to the office at the Myersey Ai Road.
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