Cicada Moving

Chapter 41 Autumn Cicada

Zuo Zhong has been keeping an eye on Xie Jiuwen for several days. His performance is impeccable. He takes advantage of the opportunity to get stuck when he encounters a small advantage, and is perfunctory when encountering trouble. He is a standard low-level military officer in the national army, and he can even be regarded as incorruptible.

Originally, Zuo Zhong wanted to find an opportunity to help Xie Jiuwen and Gu Lan, so as not to implicate them because of Ichiro Ishimaru, but the investigation in the first department ended.

 In fact, Yiyi was only suspicious of Xie Jiuwen. He was missing during the battle in the southwest and returned to the team after a while. The reason he gave was that he was recuperating at an old wealthy family.

Because the fighting area is very sensitive, the First Division will conduct an investigation. However, the results of the external investigation recently confirmed Xie Jiuwen's statement, and the First Division has lifted the tracking of him.

Xie Jiuwen himself knew nothing about this. He only knew that someone was monitoring him before, and now he disappeared inexplicably, which made people confused.

 He ​​suspected that this was a new trick by the enemy, so he still stopped contacting his superiors and remained silent. He just went to and from get off work normally every day, even socializing if possible.

As for why Xie Jiuwen didn't feel that Zuo Zhong was monitoring him, it was because others relied on acting skills to follow him, while Zuo Zhong relied on technology to follow him.

He found a commanding height near Xie Jiuwen's house. Whenever he got off work these days, he would use the camera of his mobile phone to monitor at the surveillance point. Every move of Xie Jiuwen and Gu Lan was under his eyes.

Zuo Zhong felt that the various functions of the mobile phone needed to be explored more, just like text messages. If he hadn't tried it with his hands, he still wouldn't have been able to discover the secret function.

 As for the camera, it goes without saying that this is a portable spy camera. There is also recording, which can be called a spy weapon if used well. Even a compass can be used in the wild.

It was late at night, and the lights at Xie Jiuwen's house went out. Zuo Zhong did not act rashly and chose to continue waiting. After a long time, the entire Jinling City seemed to be completely silent, and Zuo Zhong left the surveillance point with the box.

Hunting against the shadow on the wall, Zuo Zhong walked quietly towards Xie Jiuwen's house. There was a radio station in the box in his hand, and he had removed the nameplate and features on it.

If the radio station given to the underground party is seized, it will be troublesome if it turns out to be from the Secret Service. As for the other radio station, he half sold it and half gave it to a trading company. It is said that this trading company has the background of a certain big shot. .

 “唔唔.”

 Xie Jiuwen woke up from his sleep, vigilantly took out the pistol from under the pillow, ran to the window in a few steps to observe, it was quiet outside, but he must have just heard a knock on the door.

“Lao Xie, is this a white dog?” Gu Lan also woke up, holding a pair of scissors in his hand.

Xie Jiuwen shook his head: "I don't know. I'll go out and take a look. Don't move in the house. If it's an enemy, remember we agreed before that we must bite him to death."

After Xie Jiuwen finished speaking, he put on his clothes, put the pistol on his waist, and walked out pretending to be sleepy. As he walked, he shouted angrily: "Who the hell? The soul is screaming in the middle of the night. I can't let anyone do it." Go to sleep."

No one answered, only the whistling wind. Xie Jiuwen gritted his teeth and opened the door. He saw an empty alley in front of him.

 Is it some naughty child?

The moonlight and street lamps looked increasingly gloomy amid the sound of wind. Xie Jiuwen glanced around silently and found a suitcase on the ground not far away.

Who put the suitcase and what was in the suitcase?

 Xie Jiuwen's brain was working hard. Is this a trap for the enemy? What's the point of this? He is still his comrade, but according to discipline this is not allowed.

After thinking to no avail, Xie Jiuwen decided to take the box back first. He felt that the box was a bit heavy and there was a metallic sound, which made him wonder whether the box inside was a weapon given by his superiors.

In the corner not far away, Zuo Zhong watched the box being taken away by Xie Jiuwen with a smile on his face. Now it was time to see if the other party would believe him. I hope everything goes well.

　　Xie Jiuwen returned to the house and carefully put the box on the bed. It would be great if it was really a weapon. Now the underground organization in Jinling needs to form its own armed force.

Gu Lan was a little confused: "Lao Xie, where did this box come from?"

Xie Jiuwen was also confused: "I don't know, it's just outside when I open the door, and there seems to be something inside."

 He decided to open it first and take a look. If something was wrong inside, he might as well report it directly.

"The lights outside are all out. Gu Lan, please close the curtains and use a flashlight to see."

"good."

Through the dim flashlight, Xie Jiuwen took a deep breath and opened the suitcase. Unlike what he imagined, there were no weapons and no dangers inside, just some metal objects and a book.

Xie Jiuwen frowned and took out something. He didn't know what it was. Gu Lan also took out a part from it and thought it looked familiar. She seemed to have seen it somewhere.

“Lao Xie, is this the telegraph machine in the telegraph office? I’ve seen telegraph operators use this thing before.” Gu Lan was a little unsure.

"What? Radio?" Xie Jiuwen was shocked when he heard this. He took the thing in Gu Lan's hand and looked at it. It seemed to be a part of the radio. He seemed to have seen it in the communications office of the division headquarters.

Xie Jiuwen couldn't believe that there was a radio station in this suitcase. The Jinling underground organization had also wanted to build a radio station before, so that it could directly contact the organizations in Shanghai and Southwest.

However, private ownership of radio stations is strictly prohibited. Except for party, government, military agencies and specially approved commercial institutions, they cannot buy it at all. So after some inquiries, the organization simply gave up the plan. Xie Jiuwen rubbed his head. Is this really a good thing? By the way, there was another book. He quickly took the book out, but a piece of paper fell out of the book.

 “Lao Xie, look at what’s written on the paper.” Gu Lan said.

Xie Jiuwen pointed the flashlight at the note and found that it was a letter.

The letter states: Dear Comrade Xie Jiuwen and Comrade Gu Lan, I have lost contact with the organization for several years. I was extremely excited to hear your news.

 After learning the information about the battle situation in the southwest, I was extremely anxious and wanted to fly into the battle with the enemy.

Hope that the party will expand the Red Army a hundredfold. Bloody experience proves that without strong armed forces, it is really impossible for the revolution to succeed. Comrades, strengthen our revolutionary armed forces and strive for victory! Do your best!

 It is also learned that the Nationalist Government has borrowed large amounts from the United States, Britain, Germany, Italy and other countries to purchase arms, hire military consultants and experts, and is expected to mobilize 1 million troops, with 500,000 troops directly used for offensive purposes.

In addition, the special agent headquarters’ external investigation testimony has lifted the surveillance on Comrade Xie Jiuwen, so please don’t worry. In order to keep in touch, a radio station is attached. The communication band and time are listed below, and the code book is a book in the box.

 It will be destroyed after reading, autumn cicada.

Xie Jiuwen was stunned after reading it. Qiu Chan, is this a lost comrade? This situation is normal. There are countless comrades who have lost contact with us over the years, and many have reconnected with the organization.

 But how were he and Gu Lan exposed? Did the other party know them before? This is impossible, his identity is top secret, and the comrades who are familiar with Gu Lan are all in the southwest.

Why would he contact him in this way? Is this comrade's identity so important that there shouldn't be any risk of being exposed? Xie Jiuwen looked at the information in the letter and then at the radio station in the box, thoughtfully.

The other party knows such detailed military intelligence, can easily produce a radio, and can contact himself through the radio in the future. This person must have a high status within the Fruit Party.

Gu Lan was anxious at the side: "Lao Xie, what's going on?"

Xie Jiuwen handed the letter to her: "Look at it, I don't know what to say."

 Gu Lan took it and lowered his head to read it, his face changing with the contents of the letter. Not only did this person know their identities, he also sent precious radio stations and intelligence. Even the secret service headquarters was monitoring Lao Xie before.

"Lao Xie, only Lao Zhang knows our identity. How did he know it? I think this is a trap for the enemy. They want to find the superior organization through us." Gu Lan expressed his thoughts.

Xie Jiuwen nodded: "I also have such concerns, but this radio station is too precious. With it, we can directly contact the organizations in Shanghai and Southwest, and important information can be transmitted in time."

 After thinking about it for a while, and then thinking about the military intelligence above, Xie Jiuwen decided to take a risk. Although it was dangerous, it was worth it.

If the other party is really his comrade, it will be a major breakthrough for the underground party's intelligence work.

"Gu Lan, I will take the suitcase to find Lao Zhang after dawn. No, listen to me, these things are too important, we must hand them over to the superiors."

Gu Lan wanted to dissuade him, but Xie Jiuwen made up his mind. He would bring weapons tomorrow. If it was really a trap, he would choose to die with the enemy. But

"Comrade Gu Lan, you leave first after I go out tomorrow." Xie Jiuwen looked complicated.

Gu Lan was silent, and then said firmly: "I will wait for you at home."

"Okay, wait until I come back." Xie Jiuwen smiled. In this case, he had nothing to fear.

At dawn, Xie Jiuwen put on his casual clothes and walked out of the house with his suitcase. Gu Lan stood at the door and watched him go until he could no longer be seen. Maybe this time it was goodbye forever.

Xie Jiuwen took several rickshaws and walked around Jinling City for a long time with his suitcase. Although he decided to take the risk, he would not act rashly and patiently walked around the city.

　　I got off the bus suddenly, or turned around, or crossed the street again and again, and just walked around like this for more than an hour.

Xie Jiuwen breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally sure that no one was following him, and finally got off the car at a wonton stand.

“Boss, I want a bowl of wontons, but no coriander.” Xie Jiuwen observed the pharmacy across the road calmly.

The underground party's contact discipline, in addition to these necessary anti-tracking actions, security personnel at the contact point will also conduct observations to ensure that the person coming is not in danger, and then formal contact will be made.

At this time, Zhang Anren, the owner of Jishi Pharmacy, opened the door and glanced at the wonton stall as if nothing had happened. When he saw Xie Jiuwen, his eyes shrank and he turned and walked back to the store.

Not long after, a little newsboy appeared nearby, harassing passers-by. Some people thought he was pitiful and bought it, while others made slanderous remarks. The newsboy walked around in a circle and disappeared without knowing where he was.

Xie Jiuwen lowered his head and ate the wontons, as if he didn't notice anything. After eating, he took out the money and gave it to the vendor. He saw that a "collecting medicine today" sign had been posted on Jishi Pharmacy, and he walked slowly over.

I continued to work at 12:14 in the morning to revise and save the manuscript. I would like to thank "Tingri" and "Novice Fisherman" for their article recommendations. Thank you very much.

 (End of this chapter)