Crane

Chapter 13

"Since the officers have heard clearly, please move to the next room and assign tasks to the subordinates." Qian Wanjun didn't have a smile on his face. The guards came over and took these officers who were usually high above them out one by one.

The rest of the waiters remained silent, and no one dared to disobey the military order.

After the first one came back from the phone call, Qian Wanjun walked up to Fu Jing and raised his hands in a pretentious manner: "Xiao Fu, brother believes in your innocence, but the situation is urgent, since you are brought here at this juncture, you must be held accountable." In the end, stay overnight, and I’ll send you home when I catch the Communist Party.” He actually did it on purpose, Fu Jing was not on the list at all, and it was enough for the Garrison Headquarters to have an inspection/investigation director.

Qian Wanjun suspected Fu Jing, suffering from no evidence, so he could only play tricks. To achieve his goal, he even leaked the whereabouts of Fu Jing and Wu Xuanyi to Wei Chonglou, the dead ghost.If the conspiracy succeeds, it will undoubtedly become his perfect step forward.

Frost rose on Fu Jing's face, and she quickly pressed it down again, and then said sincerely like Qian Wanjun: "I know it's hard to do, I don't blame you." Qian Wanjun was surprised by Fu Jing's crispness, but he didn't Ignoring the flash of killing intent in the opponent's eyes made him feel chills.However, his brazenness still allowed him to quickly maintain his composure. As long as he ascended to the position of station master, he firmly believed that Fu Jing would definitely bow to his interests.Of course, the premise is that it has nothing to do with the Communist Party.

"Brother, look at my body covered in blood and sweat. It's really uncomfortable. Could you please let Xuan Yi send you a suit?" This was the first time Fu Jing called Qian Wanjun so warmly, and it was also the last time once.

Qian Wanjun, who didn't want to tear his face, readily agreed. He didn't think Fu Jing could do anything under the current situation.

The Wu Zhai phone was connected, and Qian Wanjun stood by and listened cautiously with a monitor.He refused to let Fu Jing and Wu Xuanyi have direct contact, but chose to send a special car. After Wu Xuanyi took the clothes, he immediately sent them here for inspection by him. After confirming that there was no problem, he handed them over to Fu Jing.In addition, the spies would follow Wu Xuanyi back to Wu's house after delivering the clothes, if the two people really had a problem, they would be able to catch them all.

"Xuanyi, something happened to me. Help me go to the apartment to get two sets of clean clothes. Wanjun's people will pick you up." Fu Jing spoke calmly, without any fluctuation in her speech speed, and called her by her first name. Qian Wanjun was even more delighted that Fu Jing was very good at it.

Qian Wanjun likes obedient people.

"When will they come?" Wu Xuanyi asked over the microphone. There was a large dark forest under the window, and she was sure that there were military spies walking around inside.

"It should be here already." Fu Jing replied on the microphone side. Qian Wanjun asked her to make the call after calculating the time. It would not give Wu Xuanyi a chance to prepare in advance.

"Well, they're here." Wu Xuanyi heard the questioning of the guards at the door, so she was very accurate.

"Xuanyi, I'm really sorry to have you running around like this tonight." Fu Jing looked at Qian Wanjun and smiled, the corners of her mouth curled up indistinctly, a little vile, some ruffian and a little flattering: "The wind and the moon are boundless, I will apologize to you later .”

"Got it, don't be so talkative."

call ended.

Fu Jing put down the microphone, raised her chin towards Qian Wanjun, and smiled lightly: "Thank you."

Qian Wanjun's face was black and blue, and his mood fell to the bottom in an instant. Fu Jing actually fought/cursed/could/cute Wu Xuanyi in front of her face, so don't be too arrogant!

He didn't say anything, and he couldn't say anything, and he insisted on listening to the phone call.

Under the curfew, Beibei was dead silent. The sound of cars rolling over the gravel road was amplified several times out of thin air. Curious residents tried their best to observe the approaching black cars through the thick fog through the cracks in the curtains.They had seen the woman in the cheongsam getting out of the car, and she often came to look for Fu Jing. As for the man in black behind her, they didn't know each other.

Officials in the national government are indeed very troublesome, and there are many people who come to inquire every two days, and there are all kinds of people.

Neighbors murmured and closed the curtains again, the car pulled into the alley, and the street became empty and dark again, which was too gloomy to look at.

Wu Xuanyi took out the key and opened the door, and told the two secret agents: "Take off your shoes when entering the room, and don't step on the carpet."

Fu Jing loves to be clean.

The spies looked around with a flashlight covered with a thin cloth, and the small apartment was very comfortably furnished, not luxurious, but very particular.They didn't want to offend anyone, so they chose to guard the door instead of going in.

Unless it grows wings, the people inside cannot walk.

Wu Xuanyi drew the curtains tight, and lit the stove to illuminate half of the room. This light could not penetrate the layers of smog outside, it was only stronger than a flashlight, and could not attract air raids.She walked to the closet and stood still, opened the glass door and carefully picked out a flat tin can. The inside was originally filled with moon cakes, and the outside was printed with the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, the green mountains and green waters, and the elegant pavilion. The pen is the inscription "Chong Er" written by Lord Qianlong on the stone tablet of Huxin Pavilion. The color of the whole picture is yellowish, but the color of the characters is deep red, which is more interesting.

The traditional "Fengyue" removes the border and becomes the word "Chong Er", which means that the wind and moon are boundless, full of talent and poetry, and full of wind/flow.

Fu Jing is not good at talking about love/talking, and the atmosphere when they parted was too dignified, so when Wu Xuanyi heard the words "Boundless Wind and Moon", she immediately knew that Fu Jing was talking about this tin can.She often tidies up the apartment, and she knows where to put things even better than Fu Jing.

At this moment, the tin can that was opened was full of cigars, and it was not known who paid tribute to them. Wu Xuanyi handed the can to the spy and said familiarly: "Come and come, the soldiers are all brothers, take a few cigars and smoke them." .”

American goods are usually hard to get.

The secret agents were flattered, and wanted to refuse but were really reluctant. They picked up a few cigarettes and stuffed them in their pockets with half-push and half-push, and then exchanged glances with each other tacitly. Greed is incomparable.

The box immediately vacated a lot of space. Wu Xuanyi fiddled with the cigar, revealing the old book pages under the cushion, which were cut from the thread-bound book. At the end, all kinds of romance storytelling books especially like to talk about the dramatic description of Tang Jun being scattered by a strange wind and thus locked in defeat.No matter how exaggerated the storyteller is, after reading a short paragraph, Wu Xuanyi already knows it by heart, just as Fu Jing is familiar with her favorite New Moon Poetry, she is also familiar with Fu Jing's favorite old history anthology.

This is telling her to withdraw quickly and let her escape.

Traitors are rampant, gunpowder is everywhere, and the wind is raging.

All the past feelings were thrown away, and Fu Jing didn't want anything to happen to her.

Wu Xuanyi calmly put the tin can back on the shelf, and then took down the one next to it. Inside was Earl Grey tea from England, and there were also old book pages underneath. the meaning of.

Wu Xuanyi looked at the jar carefully. Qi Baishi's famous painting "Cherry" was printed on it. If Fu Jing wanted her to open this, she would naturally use other methods to convey the message.Wu Xuanyi couldn't help but burst into emotion. His gaze swept across the tables and chairs and the books on the table, the "Picture of a Hundred Pigeons" representing peace, the gramophone and the records stacked next to it, and then the hidden books. □ spring bed and mountains and rivers on the floor...

There is so much information that can be contained in it...