The Bourne Counterattack

Chapter 63 Senior

Farewell, a heavy kiss.

Su Mo'er sent Cheng Mo downstairs, and didn't turn around until he saw his back disappearing on his bicycle.

"Miss Su..."

"Xiaoya, you scared me to death. Did you make no sound when you walked?" Su Moer was startled by Tan Xiaoya who suddenly appeared behind her. "You are not in the ward, why did you come to me?"

"That was the legendary dragon that saw its head but not its tail just now?" Tan Xiaoya asked curiously.

"Didn't you see everything?"

"You two really met when you were studying in Hong Kong?"

"No." Su Mo'er said angrily.

"Then how good are you two? How come I never knew about it before?" Tan Xiaoya asked gossiping, as if breaking the casserole and asking the truth.

"We were introduced by my family, and we got together when we thought it was suitable." Su Moer really knew how to explain it, but now she could only do it perfunctorily.

Some things can be said to the family, but some things cannot be said to outsiders. If anyone is interested in investigating, Cheng Mo has never been to Hong Kong, and how they fell in love is a big flaw.

"Introduced by my family, why didn't you take me with you on the blind date?"

"I'm going on a blind date, what are you going to do with me?" Su Moer rolled her eyes directly at her.

"I'll help you check. You don't know. This man talks sweetly to you in person, but when he catches you, he will have a different face." Tan Xiaoya grabbed Su Mo'er's arm and went upstairs together.

"It sounds like you've been in love."

"I saw this from a book..."

"It must be a vulgar romance novel. Don't read those things all day long. If you read too much, you will make people look stupid!"

"That won't happen, I'm not stupid!"

"I think you are just a nymphomaniac, silly girl..."

"By the way, you haven't said what your guy does?"

"He's the one with the gun."

"Wow, he's so handsome with a gun!" Tan Xiaoya said exaggeratedly, her eyes filled with little stars.

A little girl who has never seen the world, what man doesn’t carry a gun?

……

"Ah... sneeze!" Cheng Mo, who was pedaling his bicycle, felt hot all over his body. His nose itched for no reason and he sneezed.

Who is talking behind my back?

When I returned home to Seymour Road, it was already approaching ten o'clock.

If it weren't for the boldness of the art masters, at this time, I really wouldn't have the courage to walk around outside. The consequence of the influx of a large number of disaster victims into the concession is a sharp deterioration of public security. Cases of rape and robbery are frequent. Otherwise, the police of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce of the concession The Department will not recruit a new group of Chinese prisoners.

Kuizi took advantage of this trend and had a chance to pass the exam.

But they can't take up the post according to the previous method. Under normal circumstances, it takes at least three months of training before they can take up the post. Now they only have one month. They can only teach some simple lessons first, and then assign them, and then the seniors will lead the new ones. Otherwise, the patrol room will There are really not enough manpower.

Cheng Mo generally doesn't like to meddle in other people's business. This is the most important rule for lurkers, unless something happens to him.

Of course, if he tramples on his bottom line as a human being, he will take action. He is not a cold-blooded animal.

……

"Get a copy of the latest "Novel Monthly"."

"Thank you, Chenghui is one yuan and fifty cents." The bookstore owner pulled out a thick monthly magazine and handed it to Cheng Mo with a smile on his face.

Cheng Mo paid the money, took the "Novel Monthly" and browsed through it a few times. He didn't find the "Ghost Husband" he had written. He thought to himself that his manuscript was probably destroyed.

This is a bit troublesome. There are still two months left. If you can't make 10,000 yuan, how can you win my father-in-law's bet?

I have to find another way.

He has finished writing the novel "Ghost Husband" a long time ago. Now there is only one way, which is to print it himself and spend his own money to promote it.

Do you want to establish the character of a new-school novelist?

This may cause you a lot of trouble, but it is not without benefits. It depends on how you weigh the trade-offs.

It’s better to connect with the organization first. This is a top priority and cannot be delayed for a moment. Fortunately, it is relatively free to visit people in plain clothes. As long as you show up to work and explain what you are doing, basically no one will care about you.

Political stocks are different from other stocks. They have certain privileges. When doing anything, they only need to explain to their direct superiors and do not need to explain to anyone else.

According to the address given by Isao Nakamura, Cheng Mo found the rickshaw with the number "026". He walked over and got on it directly.

"Chen Yougui, right?"

"Sir, who are you?" The rickshaw puller was obviously taken aback. Generally, those who ride in a rickshaw never ask the driver's name, let alone one who can tell him the driver's name as soon as he gets on the bus.

"How much does it cost to go to the youth hostel on Xiafei Road?"

"It's a bit far to go to the French Concession here, and it costs fifty cents." Chen Yougui said that rickshaws in the public concession are not allowed to enter the French Concession, but the guests do not care. Therefore, some cars have joint license plates and can freely enter and exit the two concessions, but each The monthly license fee is a lot more.

The cost of traveling between the two concessions is naturally higher.

"You have to take me back, okay?" Cheng Mo nodded.

"No problem, but I will wait for you for half an hour at most. Sir, please sit tight." Chen Yougui pulled up the rickshaw, started running slowly on the road.

Entering Xiafei Road in the French Concession, heading west, we did stop at the entrance of the youth hostel.

"Sir, go in from the alley behind the youth hostel. There are lanterns hanging at the door. There are a pair of small stone lions in front of the door. Knock on the door. Just knock three times. The person you are looking for will be inside." Chen Yougui collected the money and pulled the cart. Go find a place to rest across the road. As long as Cheng Mo appears again, he will see it.

According to what Chen Yougui said, Cheng Mo went around to the alley behind the youth hostel. After entering, he soon saw a house with lanterns hanging at the door and a pair of little lions in front of the door.

Walking over, he stood at the door, looked around, and then reached out and knocked on the door "three times."

It took about a few seconds.

A woman who was obviously wearing high heels opened the door and said in a standard Wu Nong soft voice: "Sir, who are you looking for?"

"Is Mr. Wenqiu here?" Cheng Mo asked, clearing his voice slightly.

"Wenqiu, is anyone looking for you?" the woman called inside, only to hear the sound of hurried footsteps inside, "Here he is, is his cousin here?"

Cousin?

When did I get a cousin?

However, he responded quickly: "Cousin, it's so hard to find your place. I searched all over before I found it?"

"Oh, your cousin-in-law, in order to save some money, the house here is very cheap. Come on, come on, come in and sit down?" A man in his thirties, wearing glasses, wearing a gray cloth robe, and a pair of old leather shoes The man came over, took Cheng Mo's hand and walked inside. He really looked like a cousin he hadn't seen for a long time, he was very enthusiastic.

After closing the door and entering the house, the man said: "Is this Comrade Cheng Mo? I am Wen Qiu. I am the leader of the Shanghai Special Intelligence Team directly under the Liaison Intelligence Office of the Southern Bureau of the CPC Central Committee. I am also your senior at the university."

"Senior, you also graduated from Waseda University?" Cheng Mo was shocked.

"Yes, that was ten years ago. You probably haven't entered Waseda University yet." Wenqiu chuckled, took out a box of Hardman cigarettes from the table, and asked, "Do you smoke?"

Cheng Mo nodded.

"Have one?"

Cheng Mo reached out and smoked a cigarette, and Wen Qiu also took out one. After lighting it for Cheng Mo, he lit it for himself, took a puff and said, "You joined the communist study group at Waseda University and were later admitted. Joined the Fourth Bureau of the Far East of the Communist International and been engaged in peripheral transportation work?"

"Yes, when I was in Japan, I had been doing traffic and publicity work, and I was still only a probationary party member. Before returning to China, I was supposed to become a regular member, but for various reasons I was not able to do so." Cheng Mo said.

"Did you join the Lixing Society?"

"Yes, my sister has a special relationship with Dai Yunong, the director of the Lixing Society's Secret Service. They asked me to join the Lixing Society. I couldn't refuse, otherwise I would be suspected."

"That's okay. Having such a relationship will make it easier for you to lurk in Lixingshe. Let's talk about your current situation." Wen Qiu continued to smoke. If the organization is not aware of these situations, it will not meet with Cheng Mo. .

"After I returned to China, I went to work at the Salt Bank under the arrangement of my sister. The task given to me at that time was to wait for me to contact people, but I waited for a long time and no one came to find me. Later, I was assigned by the bank to stay at the Sihang Warehouse. , was later incorporated as a volunteer, and participated in the battle of Songhu Battle of Zhabei. At that time, I was in the 88th Regiment of the 524th Division. I met four life and death brothers on the battlefield and participated in the first half of the Four Lines Defense War. I was used by my sister. Guan Guan first took advantage of the opportunity to deliver supplies, and I later rescued them from the lone army camp, and now they are lurking in Shanghai with me..." Cheng Mo kept the story short and gave a rough summary of his experience after returning to Shanghai. .

After hearing this, Wen Qiu was so shocked that he almost went numb. He even forgot to smoke the cigarette. The butt of the cigarette burned and burned his fingers. Only then did he react and quickly throw it away.

In fact, Cheng Mo had already restrained himself. He didn't dare to say anything about stealing Japanese tanks and shelling British positions.

Strictly speaking, this matter really violated the relevant regulations and was purely a bold act by an individual.

But when individuals lose contact with the organization, they can only adapt to changes according to their own ideas. This is also impossible. Underground work is extremely uncertain, and it is impossible to ask for instructions on everything. This requires personal improvisation. Response capability.

　Please collect it, please read it!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)