MTL - My Spy Years-Chapter 34 bait

  Chapter 34 Bait

  Cheng Qianfan previously judged that Lao Mo's body would be found in the morning of this day at the soonest.

  He found that he had overlooked one point, which was Lao Mo's extremely bad interpersonal relationship in the patrol room.

  Lao Huang complained when he came to be on duty, his angry performance was more like a performance: he didn't ignore Lao Mo, it was Lao Mo who didn't come to the medical room to change his dressing.

  After complaining, Lao Huang was belching and ready to leave.

   "Old Huang, why don't you visit Lao Mo's house?" Liu Bo joked.

   "Not going." Lao Huang shook his head directly, stiffening his neck, "Why?"

   "Old Huang, the doctors are kind." He Guan shouted in a strange voice.

  Old Huang pretended not to hear, put his hands behind his back, and staggered away, he went in the direction of the kitchen.

   "Brother Liu." Cheng Qianfan threw a cigarette, Liu Bo reached out to catch it, and thanked him casually.

  Cheng Qianfan caught a cigarette in his mouth, and then gave it to He Guan and the big head Lu who had a good relationship.

   Throwing the cigarette case on the table casually, said, whoever wants to take it.

  Puffing clouds and mist, Cheng Qianfan was pondering what Liu Bo said just now.

   It seems that Liu Bo just teased Lao Huang casually, which is normal.

  However, in Cheng Qianfan's ears, it has a different meaning.

  Others did not tease Lao Huang to check Lao Mo's situation.

  Why did Liu Bo mention this.

   Furthermore, why Liu Bo?

  The relationship between Liu Bo and Lao Mo has never been very good.

   This gave Cheng Qianfan the intuition that Liu Bo was indeed paying attention to Lao Mo, but this kind of attention was very hidden, and it was difficult to find out unless he thought about it carefully.

  …

  The bored people speculated why Lao Mo didn't come to the medical room to change his dressing.

  Big head Lu winked, "I heard that Lao Mo has a good friend. This Lao Mo is not on duty when he is on vacation, so he has to work overtime at home."

   "It's a ghost to work overtime." A policeman said with a smile, "It's Lao Mo who was beaten by Xiao Cheng..."

   "Cough, cough, cough." Cheng Qianfan coughed repeatedly.

   "Oh, Lao Mo was injured on duty, just like him, lying on the bed and waiting for someone to feed him is not bad."

   "Old Mo can't move, others can." Someone raised an eyebrow.

  Everyone laughed.

   Cheng Qianfan and He Guan didn't understand, but they pretended to understand and laughed along.

  Big Tou Lu and others talked more and more vigorously, winking as if they were giving a secret signal, you know, he knows.

  Cheng Qianfan and He Guan understood after listening, the two young people blushed and hid aside to smoke.

"Vulgar!" He Guan scolded in a low voice, looked up and saw Peng Wenshu from the clerk's office walking by the yard, and felt that the way Peng Wenshu was twisting his waist, swaying his legs, scratching his head and posing for a pose, the feeling that he was not used to seeing had faded a lot .

   It seems to be... pretty nice.

  …

   "Shameless!"

"Free and noble France is just an appearance. They are essentially the same as the Japanese. They are old-fashioned imperialists who flaunt freedom and democracy. They are dirty eaters in their bones. They are used to enjoying it. Doctrine is full of fear."

   "The French and the British are all giving in, hoping that the Japanese will have enough to eat and will not further erode their interests in China. They are feeding tigers."

  Fang Muheng shouted in the cell.

  In the cell next door, 'Zhu Yuan' was able to shout a few words in cooperation at first, but at this moment he turned over and affected the injuries on his body, so he screamed deliberately.

   "Zhu Yuan, how are you?" Fang Muheng asked quickly when he heard the movement.

   "It's okay." Zhu Yuan gritted his teeth and said, "It's really good of you, there is nothing good about imperialism."

"I only dare to use my pen and my mouth to shout and growl in anger." Fang Muheng looked through the gap in the cell and saw the wounds of the cellmate next door. He was angry and admired, "I dare not really Take action, you are far behind you, you are a great hero who dared to fight the Japanese in the Northeast."

   "No, it is also very important that you use your mouth and pen to open up people's wisdom and awaken people's sense of patriotism and resistance." Zhu Yuan said with a serious expression.

   Then he let out a long sigh, "I, I'm just not reconciled... I didn't die on the front line of the Anti-Japanese War, but I have to die at the hands of the dog spy, I am not reconciled!"

"I won't just watch you sacrifice." Fang Muheng's eyes were burning, "I can go out soon. I am a reporter. I want to report your deeds. I want to let the whole Shanghai and the whole of China know. The hero who fought bravely on the anti-Japanese front line in Northeast China did not die on the anti-Japanese front line, but was arrested by the French Concession, and may even be extradited to the government to be killed, what an irony, what an injustice this is!"

   "Fear your loved ones and your enemies!"

   "I will use the anger of the people and the power of public opinion to rescue you!" Fang Muheng clenched his fists.

  An hour later, Wu Shanyue, chief of the Shanghai Special Administrative Region Action Section of the Party Affairs Investigation Department, received a call: The bait has been released today, and the fish have taken the bait.

  …

  The next morning.

  Old Mo still did not come to the medical room of the police station to change his dressing.

   Ma Yishou spoke, asking Lao Huang to go to Lao Mo's house tomorrow to check the situation.

  Cheng Qianfan hung up on the Fang family at noon, and the maid answered the phone.

  He asked the maid to tell Tang Xiaoye that Fang Muheng would be released in the evening.

  At the intersection of Albert Road and Joffre Road in the French Concession, this is a bookstore that has been open for less than half a year.

   There is a utility room in the backyard of the bookstore.

  The night is deep.

  There was no electric light in the house, but a kerosene lamp was lit. The lampshade blocked the light, bamboo curtains were drawn down on the windows, and paper was stuffed in the gaps.

  Several workers are busy printing the latest issue of "Red Flag".

  Zhou Hongsu kept pacing at the door, both on guard and waiting for news.

  In the evening, the comrades who were lurking in the "Declaration" issued a signal requesting emergency contact.

   This made Zhou Hongsu quite nervous.

   This kind of subordinate request to see the emergency contact of the superior will only be used when it is extremely urgent.

   Is this comrade exposed?

   Or have other comrades been arrested?

   Or is a new round of big searches about to start?

   Boom, boom, boom boom, boom boom.

  There was a knock on the side door.

  The knock on the door was very soft. If Zhou Hongsu hadn't been staring at it, he might not have heard it clearly.

   Zhou Hongsu signaled others to be careful.

   Poof!

   Someone immediately blows out the kerosene lamp.

  Someone picked up table legs, bamboo poles and other miscellaneous normal 'weapons'.

  Zhou Hongsu walked out lightly.

"who?"

   "Old man."

"What's up?"

   "There is no lard at home, so I'm here to borrow some vinegar."

  Zhou Hongsu opened the side door.

   "My friend came out, this is the photo he took at that time."

   "There is also a newspaper, which is very important."

   "It was just printed, and it will appear in the newspaper tomorrow morning."

   "Thanks for your hard work, be careful."

  The comrade who delivered the letter did not enter the door, nor did he look in the door. He left quickly and disappeared into the night.

   Ask for favorites, ask for recommendation tickets, ask for monthly tickets, ask for rewards, thank you. My arm was injured, but it has recovered a lot, and I will recover two more soon.

  (end of this chapter)