German clinic.
Cheng Qianfan thought hard, this was the most critical information he captured from Araki Katsuma's words.
The man tied up works in a German clinic.
German clinic?
His heart suddenly became nervous, and what immediately appeared in his mind was Dr. Hans's clinic.
The clinic opened by this Red International comrade is a secret medical base of the Shanghai Party organization.
Last year, the red general "Mr. Miao" from the western Zhejiang red base was treated and recuperated at the Hans Clinic.
The most important thing is that Cheng Qianfan knew that the wounded comrade of the New Fourth Army who was escorted to Shanghai by the comrades of the Qingdong Guerrillas was at the Hans Clinic at this moment.
This person who was secretly arrested by the Special High School Class is an employee of Hans Clinic?
Cheng Qianfan's face changed slightly.
Although he had no evidence to support this speculation, his intuition told him that the possibility was high.
Yes, for agents, many times, once seemingly far-fetched associations appear in their minds, this kind of guess has a very high chance of becoming a reality.
Cheng Qianfan frowned slightly. He must pay attention to this guess or judgment whether it is correct. To be precise, it must be treated as true and urgently as certain information.
The result of not paying attention to it is either a false alarm, or it requires the price of blood and life.
"Stop on the side of the road, I'll make a call." Cheng Qianfan pointed to a public telephone booth and said to the rickshaw driver.
...
No. 22 Xuehuali Road, Central Police Station.
Medical room.
Lao Huang was lying on the bed, without turning on the lights, and in the dark room, he looked at it with his eyes open.
Today is a special day.
"Comrade Qiuxia, happy birthday." He said in his heart.
Yes, today is the life taboo of the fiancee, no, it is his wife, she is his wife. Although she did not have time to hold the wedding, Comrade Qiuxia died. In Lao Huang's heart, she was already his wife, his lover he loved for the rest of his life and a firm revolutionary companion!
Qiuxia has a pair of slender and beautiful hands and plays the piano very well.
It was these pair of hands that played the piano. When they died, all ten fingers were cut off...
"Axia, I'm now code-named 'Piano'. I chose it myself, you will definitely like it." Lao Huang grinned.
...
Dingling.
The phone rings.
"Who is it, it's the night." Old Huang shouted irritably, pulling up the light line at the head of the bed.
If other people in the police station heard this, they would probably scold Lao Huang for being good at getting a bargain.
This phone in the medical room was specially installed by Xiao Cheng. The reason is that the medical room is very important, and brothers will inevitably have headaches, fever and trauma. Installing the phone will be beneficial to everyone.
Whoever believes this is fool.
Everyone knows that Lao Huang, the old stick, climbed up to Mr. Xiao Cheng's high school by making some folk remedies. It is probably because Lao Huang loves to come to Mr. Xiao Cheng's place and asked for a phone call.
The phone was installed, but Lao Huang's visit speed did not improve at all. Sometimes this old guy got drunk and would unplug the phone line in order not to be disturbed by sleeping, or go out to drink, or so on.
When you asked, Lao Huang was still rumored that the phone was broken and it was nothing to do with him.
In short, although the medical room has installed a phone number, whether someone answered the call or whether the phone will break or not depends entirely on luck.
A policeman called the medical room and no one answered. He was angry and thought that Huang had designated where to go to drink, so he angrily sued Huang and left his post without hesitation.
When he knocked on the door of the medical room, he saw Lao Huang opening the door drunk.
I asked, but the phone broke and I didn’t hear it.
Others can't help but treat Lao Huang, what do you say? Reprimand Huang and drink? Is this a matter of drinking Lao Huang? It's not a matter of drinking at all.
In the past, with Qin Detai's care, Lao Huang lived a good life, but now with Mr. Xiao Cheng's care, Lao Huang continued to live a good life.
The policeman who complained about the lawsuit was scolded by Lao Huang and even spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm. Later, he was injured during a arrest operation and was severely cured by Lao Huang during the treatment.
An old guy, it's unreasonable.
...
However, after this, there is no longer any doubt about Huang. He answers the phone if he is willing to answer the phone, and if he is willing to pull the phone line, you will be happy.
That's such a fucking thing, the Office of the Police Supervisor even praised it:
The Central Police Office is the first police room to equip the medical room with a telephone. This reflects that the Central Police Office is determined to be enterprising and arm itself with advanced tools, under the leadership of General Inspector Jin Kemujin and Deputy General Inspector Cheng Qianfan. It is an example measure to ensure the safety of police officers’ lives!
Lao Huang walked to the table in two steps and picked up the phone receiver.
"Old Huang, it's me."
"Mr. Cheng, why did you call so late? Could it be that someone at home is sick?" Lao Huang asked.
"You can't expect me to be a little better." Cheng Qianfan laughed and scolded.
Old Huang on the other end of the phone laughed.
"I have social engagements, and I haven't arrived home yet. What kind of grass you gave me last time? After so many days, can I still cook it?" Cheng Qianfan took a sip of cigarettes and said, "If you can use it, I will ask Ruolan to decoct the medicine for me. If you can't, I will pass by the medicinal shop to buy some."
"What grass?" Old Huang's expression was solemn, but he said with a yawn.
"It's what you said to clear away heat and detoxify." Cheng Qianfan thought for a while and said, "It's that. You said the Miao people also used it to cure snake venom."
"Han Xincao?" Lao Huang asked.
"Yes, yes, that's it." Cheng Qianfan nodded and said.
"You can use it, just decoct it." Lao Huang said.
"Okay, go to bed." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile, then seemed to remember something and said, "I wake you up in the evening. I will bring you two bottles of good flowers in two days."
"Then the relationship is good." Old Huang smiled and hung up the phone.
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"Sugar Man! Sugar Man!"
At the entrance of an alley, under the street light, a craftsman who was holding candy was whispering.
It was getting late and many people had already rested. He didn't dare to yell loudly, as he would be scolded.
This old craftsman may have a bad business during the day and hopes to get a few more sugar people at night, and the money will turn into rice grains in tomorrow's porridge.
"A little rabbit." Cheng Qianfan pressed the brim of his hat and said.
"Okay." The old artist said happily. Under the dim street lights, the old artist with the skin was like the bark of old trees, dedicated to making sugar people.
The so-called sugar-knuckle man is to use malt sugar with red, yellow, green and other food colorings to make roosters, rabbits, Sun Wukong and other characteristics. It is a sugar confectionery and a craft.
Cheng Qianfan stared at the hands of the old man who was pinching the candy man. He was secretly observing and estimating how much time it would take for the old man to pinch a candy man.
I have a rough idea in my heart.
"One more Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Bailongma, all of them are." Cheng Qianfan put the banknotes into an iron can with paint falling off, "No need to look for them, I'll get them later."
The old artist who pinched the candy man nodded happily and bowed while pinching the candy man.
...
Cheng Qianfan ignored it, turned around, walked a few more steps, and stood there smoking.
This is the backlight of the street lights. When you look at it from the street outside the alley, you will not pay attention to it unless you are deliberately looking for it, and you will not be able to see it clearly.
Cheng Qianfan flapped the ashes and moved his neck.
A little far from him, the rickshaw driver thought the guest was looking at him and immediately smiled.
The coachman is most likely not happy if the guests get off the bus halfway.
However, Cheng Qianfan paid for a pound of dried tofu to show rewards and supplements, which naturally made the coachman happy.
Dried tofu is a snack that both men, women, and young people love to eat. It is cooked while selling. A pot of dried tofu often takes several hours to cook. It is rich in fragrance, delicious, and is suitable for snacks with wine.
Of course, the coachman is reluctant to buy this kind of snack.
He glanced at a pound of dried tofu wrapped in kraft paper, Gu Dong swallowed and sucked the fragrance hard.
He couldn't bear to eat this dried tofu, so he planned to take it home for his mother, baby and mother-in-law.
However, the coachman looked at the kraft paper bag again and felt a little regretful. If the customer did not buy something for him, but chose to give him more money, it would be even better. He could buy two more bacons.
Then, he scratched his head and sucked the fragrance of dried tofu hard, and a smile appeared on his face. It was good tofu, and Yaowa had already been greedy for this bite.
...
Yandeli is here.
"Scare farmers, scare farmers."
With the thanks from the driver behind him, Cheng Qianfan held a few candy men in his hand, stepped on bluestone slabs, and walked in the alley.
As "Mr. Xiao Cheng" became more and more famous and more enemies, it was no longer appropriate for him to continue living in Yanderi.
He is already considering moving.
Bai Ruolan had not yet rested, so she opened the goal to welcome her husband in.
"Why buy so many sugar people?" She took five sugar people from Cheng Qianfan's hands, looked at her husband, and asked.
"I don't know which one Xiaobao likes, so I bought a few more." Cheng Qianfan picked up the enamel jar on the table. It contained Bai Ruolan's cold herbal tea in advance. He drank it all in one go.
"Ruolan, there were still some Han Xin grass left at home last time. Thank you for your hard work, you can fry it out later." Cheng Qianfan said.
Since he said this on the phone call to Lao Huang, he had to do it.
Yes, if he had not arranged his wife to help him decoct medicine, there seemed to be nothing, and nothing would have happened.
However, once he enters a list of suspicions and the enemy investigates secretly, this small detail may even be the "ant hole" that caused him to expose the "Thousand Miles of Dikes to collapse in the ant hole".
For agents, never take chances.
Or to put it more bluntly, don’t think about being lazy!
"Okay." Put the sugar man in the drawer and locked it. Bai Ruolan turned her head and looked at Cheng Qianfan.
The wife's eyes were filled with worry, "I'll decoct the medicine later. Should I put more water and warm it on the stove?"
"No, after decocting the medicine, just pour the medicine juice into a bowl and keep it cold." Cheng Qianfan gently put his wife's waist.
Ruolan was extremely smart. Although he didn't say anything, Ruolan already knew that he was going out in secret.
Ruolan was worried about him, but she didn't ask much, so she could only ask in such a obscure way.
Seeing her husband go upstairs, Bai Ruolan sighed softly.
‘The decoction of the soup and put it on the table and it’s cold’, which means Qianfan himself is not sure when he will come back.
...
Take out a Mauser pistol from the cassette behind the bookcase and check the gun carefully to make sure everything is normal.
Two more ten-round backup bridge clips were taken.
Three German M24 grenades were packaged in cloth.
A dagger was inserted into the leggings.
After looking at the exact time, Cheng Qianfan opened the window and released the cat, and he himself flipped out the window of the study on the second floor.
The cat lying on the windowsill "on duty" looked at her male owner as flexible as a raccoon cat, and she quickly and lightly leaped.
Soon, Cheng Qianfan jumped gently from the roof, ran at a high speed, and soon disappeared into the night.
Due to the fact that there were many shootings in the French Concession two days ago, the French Concession has strengthened patrols these two nights.
Whether it was secretly calculating the time when he was buying candy, or when he returned home just now, all this was because he was accurately calculating the time to suit the time of the patrol and shift changes near his home.
Just now, when I came home and passed by near my doorstep, I encountered a patrol patrolman, Mr. Xiao Cheng stopped and said a few words to the police, encouraging his men who worked hard on duty.
Now, he calculated the time to set off. When he arrived at the checkpoint, it happened that the two teams of police officers would change shifts.
When changing shifts, there are about fifteen minutes, and the checkpoint is ‘unattended’.
Of course, this 'unattended' refers to a slightly longer distance.
This is because Xiao Cheng always sympathized with his subordinates and asked someone to set up a shed near the checkpoint, put a table and some chairs for the police to rest during night patrol.
This shed is about thirty or forty meters away from the checkpoint.
The direct result of this shed is that when the two teams of policemen switch shifts, they habitually gather in the shed, brag about each other, or even drink a few sips of wine. Anyway, the checkpoint is not far away, and if someone passes by, they can't escape the eyes of the policemen in the shed.
In this way, they rest for a while before they go to the checkpoint to work.
...
Cheng Qianfan was as light as a raccoon, walking close to the wall, and halfway through, he climbed over the wall quickly.
The side of the wall is facing the river, but there is a narrow path beside this section of the wall. Cheng Qianfan can tiptoe and not fall into the river.
Walking about twenty meters, there is a willow tree. When you turn in through this willow tree, you can avoid the police checkpoint.
Yes, the shed built by Xiao Cheng, who is always sympathetic to his subordinates, is the biggest purpose of ensuring the blind spots of observation within a distance of less than 30 meters!
Cheng Qianfan breathed a sigh of relief after crossing the checkpoint with a clever acuity.
Based on the time he had just returned home and passed this checkpoint, these police officers were his time witnesses, and he was at home at this moment:
From Xiao Cheng's home to this place, he had no time to return. He passed through the checkpoint again in a brief time when the police officer temporarily left the checkpoint. The most important thing is that everyone has "fire eyes" and is not far from the checkpoint. Looking at so many eyes, whether anyone has gone there is a clear view.
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On the second floor of a house opposite Hans Clinic, Lao Huang narrowed his eyes and saw a car light shining towards him from afar.
His eyes suddenly became cold. He lay on the inside of the windowsill, gently pulled the bolt, and the muzzle of the Type 38 rifle quietly poked out.
Chapter completed!