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Chapter 5 III Chang Geng Part 2

A beam of sunlight rolls down from the gap of the half-opened transom window in the attic, and hits obliquely on the mottled wooden bookshelf.Many similar shelves are lined up in this small space, leaving a narrow aisle that only allows one person to walk, like countless terracotta warriors standing shoulder to shoulder in a thousand-year-old tomb.

There is floating dust in it, bringing a dry and stale smell.The man in the gray cloth robe covered his mouth and coughed twice, looking through the gaps in the bookshelves, and calmly screened out Zhou Za.This is the library of Shanghai National University. Every day, students, teachers, and people from outside the school come and go to borrow books.

There was the sound of light footsteps at the top of the stairs. Several students with books in their arms passed by, stopped respectfully, and moved out of the way against the wall: "Hello, sir." He was about to walk inside, but he heard a loud voice from beside him: "Mr. Zhao!" Zhao Changgeng stomped his feet, looked at the students again, and indeed saw a tall, thin boy in plain clothes among them.

"Sir, you talked about currency in the last class, and I have a question: There will be serious inflation in the late period of our country, but the authorities are rarely able to control it, or even indulge it and participate in it-does it mean that in the bad financial environment Under the circumstances, there is no effective solution based on the original circulation system except for the reconstruction of order by violent means?"

Zhao Changgeng didn't respond immediately, his eyes moved slowly and unobtrusively, as if he was sizing up the student who asked the question: "Are you the class monitor of the second and sixth grade?" The boy nodded, Zhao Changgeng looked at him with kind eyes , "This question is difficult to explain in a few words. I remember that there is a class in your class in the evening. If it is convenient, please stay for a while, and I will answer it in detail."

"Okay, thank you sir." The boy bowed while holding the book, and went downstairs first as the teacher waved his hand.After a group of students left one after another, Zhao Changgeng turned around and continued walking along the shelf road.On the top floor of the library of Shanghai National University, there are books numbered F, most of which are economics works translated from foreign languages.

Two low coughs sounded from the depths of the bookshelf, which were immediately drowned out by the rustling sound of pages turning.Zhao Changgeng stopped somewhere, reached out for a book of Western economic history, and started to read it.The wooden frame in the museum is very high, full of volumes, connected in rows, like a high erected wall, creating a sense of oppression from the invisible.After walking for a while, Zhao Changgeng had a rough idea: there were five people nearby, three of them looked like students, two of them had long robes, and one stood just across the bookshelf from him, with no face to be seen, only a small piece of gray cloth robe exposed from the gap .

Zhao Changgeng didn't move anymore, he turned the pages of the book, his gaze was under his eyelashes, he didn't move.After a while, he stretched out his free hand, seemingly unintentionally, on the book on the shelf, covering it naturally with his body, simulating the rhythm of sending a message, and silently knocked out a series of clear codes: 7364162731867234997604460171247718609981

On the opposite side was a right hand with pale complexion but even joints, and responded with the same code: 0132133139326703218525891942183541049975 (Your student is quite interesting.) Zhao Changgeng was speechless for a while.In this ever-changing situation, who knows if the next moment will be a disaster, not to mention that the boss is not a person who likes to joke.

He suddenly remembered that he met that person when he was young, and it was also in such a cramped environment. At that time, the boss was Dong Buliang, the image administrator of Pingjing National University.The young man studied economics and was pointed out in a few words, so he became acquainted with each other, and later that person became the teacher of his faith.In the 21st year of Zhonghua, Beizhou Sanguan was completely occupied. In November, a special investigation team of the Military Commission was established, Dong Buliang was appointed as the deputy team leader, and Zhao Changgeng also went underground. It seemed to be a matter of course.

For a moment, Zhao Changgeng seemed to see the shadow of himself back then.Yet different.Faith is sometimes the same as love. It is also divided into occasions and first-come-first-served. The so-called firm or not, loyal or not, has nothing to do with right or wrong.Having been together for several years, he dare not say that he can see through Dong Buliang, but he is too clear about this person's behavior, so he can only say: 250800201170537913119975 (He is a good seed.)

The dense bookshelves are like a big curtain, separating the conversations that are close at hand.All the information is transmitted through the fingertips, and the sensuality has faded away, leaving only monotonous and lengthy frequencies, but Zhao Changgeng still captures the rather playful attitude of the other party: 44802817043313119981 (Activist?)

Zhao Changgeng's heart froze for an instant.Now that he is in the school, it is impossible for him to be only responsible for summarizing the information passed by the Jinchang Division, guiding the students' speech trends, and detecting aliens in the school. Naturally, he also has a part in it.Just now that student is learning to do things, he met once, so he made an impression.Now that worker-peasantism is pervasive on campus, these active students, though not really from there, do have some contacts.

The boss won't be distracted by such trivial matters, but just now he can detect signs of signs by scanning and listening, which shows his keen sense of smell. 20532585363006489975 (I will fight for it.) Once I said this, I knew how reluctant I was, knowing that the boss could not be unaware, so I could only add in vain: 675725082123242005006852997601491801025448159981 (They are all anti-enemy forces, why bother?)

When spring came, three people died unexpectedly on campus: a professor who fell into the water, a repairman who accidentally got an electric shock, and a student who went missing in spring.Without exception, several people have a secret identity, and actively carry out publicity on campus.It was time to join forces to fight against the enemy. Although the government hated these workers and peasants who had not been killed, it still couldn't understand why because of face.However, these people below the ground are not among them.

In fact, it is ambiguous, and anyone with a little eyes and ears knows it well.What's more, Zhao Changgeng personally screened out the people. Even if he himself did not participate in the decision-making and actions, it would be too shameless to completely clean up the matter and evade it - he could only remain silent.The other side replied simply and without any hesitation: 66382508239831129975 (This is politics.)

Zhao Changgeng knew that there was no room for negotiation.Tolerating any possible threats is the greatest irresponsibility to one's own side. This is a teaching that every intelligence officer must keep in mind.Intelligence serves politics, just like the army acts according to orders, there is only obedience and acceptance, and there is no right to judge right or wrong—this is the warning of the boss.

So he didn't talk too much, but spoke with his hands, and briefly reported: 269903551562659331753237396899764480281713313932068267793752188599761571209939669976117201491344222681260230217243559975 (The workers and peasants in the school are cleared, the list of active students is informed, and they have been detained. How to arrange and wait for instructions.)

The sun slanted over from the side of the shelf, kicking up a cloud of floating dust.The opposite side thought for a while, and then replied: 545966313194187399766008117064184147685213442226715113312699035566929976014148150008517439664822671972409975 (Mo According to the news, try to arrange to move in with the school, but it must not be left there.)

Since the start of the Battle of Jinkou, the local authorities have sent two batches of volunteer students.The teams that can be temporarily organized are inevitably mixed, and there are many workers and peasants and their activists who are secretly active.Others are not allowed to snore on the side of the couch, let alone these people are still trying to sneak in.The boss's meaning is very clear. The Superintendent's Bureau has no intention of motivating the distressed students. As long as they don't know about the major issues, it is best to find a reason to send them back; but if it is really impossible, extreme measures are not ruled out.

This has given full trust and room for maneuver.Zhao Changgeng knew that it would be unavoidable to be hypocritical to say anything at this time, so he didn't say much, but he asked the other party: 55910361041419426692269900559981 (Cai Gong decided to move the school?) The rhythm of the knocking on the opposite side was a little loose, and one could almost imagine seeing that person raise his eyebrows The radian of jokes: 03752519183014323945000817790100669300559975 (I'm afraid he won't be able to choose any later.)

Zhao Changgeng heaved a sigh of relief.The boss has always disdained the sophistication and tradition of literati, this is another word, but after all, only they know some news best: the east sun is in full swing, our side is retreating steadily, and the hub cities along the river have already been included in the enemy's planning range, and they are in danger—— Of course, no one dared to speak out about this kind of thing.

Nowadays, the stations and ports in various places in Shanghai have to turn over a large number of refugees, wounded and war supplies to the rear every day, which is almost reaching the upper limit of carrying capacity.If the local colleges and universities prepare earlier, they will be safer. Otherwise, once they encounter a surprise attack, they will be overwhelmed by the fragile traffic conditions at this time.At that time, when the army's retreat conflicts with the school's internal relocation, it will not be possible for an unknown person like him to decide which side the authorities will protect first.

During the conversation, several new students came up the stairs.Zhao Changgeng stopped his movements, and the other person immediately noticed it. He re-examined Zhou Za vigilantly. After confirming that it was not enough to pose a threat, he changed his footing position and asked: 1331393215620155718102549981 (student work is difficult to do?)

Currently, the government is too busy to take care of itself and is unable to organize large-scale internal relocation, so it can only call on the school to solve it on its own.But if you think about it carefully, from the planning arrangement to the turnover operation, and even the persuasion and mobilization of the students, none of them can be solved by thinking about it.Zhao Changgeng hesitated for a while, but finally said nothing, only replied: 20532585058861489975 (I will coordinate.)

After a short pause, there was no other words, but another topic: 046702071571000766719976316016030677480906462019297316039975478676877234781799765071393219060400260742499975 [-] (The former letter has been delivered, and the response of Jinchang and other groups is normal. The kite is silent, and the situation of the old students is unknown.)

There is a soothing sound of paper rubbing from the side of the bookshelf, with light and shadow mixed in the noise, and it is delivered without any trace: 4786768771936061998024942519004625143111654404513263997665675261507139329975 , transferred from the old student.) After a short interval, he said again: 24944316409910320361036473403764997601326638171717179116131106684176000814209982 (Send the public frequency in clear code, your brother is really brave!)

Zhao Changgeng was astonished, but fortunately there were so many books at the moment, they didn't expose all his unconcealed expressions to the other party's eyes.Since the Special Investigation Department entered Jinkou three months ago, the information transmission in the Jinchang area has been repeatedly frustrated. Now that the spiders have been exposed and the enemy is stepping up their investigations, it is fair to say that Zhiyuan dared to send reports under people's noses; Submission rules, disrupting the normal order, is tantamount to disobedience before the battle.

Those who do intelligence don't know that the Dongri Special Investigation Department is a group of devils who eat people and don't spit out their bones.In order to prevent the news from being deciphered by the enemy, dozens of transmitters at Jinchang Station regularly changed the communication frequency, the headquarters issued new encrypted scripts every month, and each group established its own corresponding rules-this is not enough.The possibility of the public frequency being monitored is several times higher than the normal one, and if you put a clear code that simply scrambles the order, it is almost obvious to the other party!

If it wasn't for this person being his blood brother, if it wasn't for the fact that he was still standing opposite the boss, Zhao Changgeng almost doubted whether Zhi Yuan had rebelled.Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and he subconsciously stared at the yellowed and brittle paper in his hand, his eyes flashed between light and dark: 082357536239463400559981 (Happy spider betrayed?)

Zhiyuan holds the radio station in her hands, has a separate communication frequency and encrypted script, and has only one task in the occupied area: to contact the old students. No matter what method is used, the news must be delivered to the Jinchang General Station in time.For the sake of confidentiality, the information forwarded by Zhiyuan has always only required to sign its own code name. Such an abnormal contact behavior now shows that there is something wrong with this information; and the additional label also implies that the old student is not right.

The old man is a trump card of Jinchang Station. He has been undercover in the East Japan military all year round, and has access to confidential information. His identity is a mystery.Seniors such as Zhao Changgeng only know that he was born in China in Dongri. He was taken back to the mainland by his grandfather when he was young, joined the army as an adult, and is now serving in the Hengdu Division.In the whole of Central China, including the boss of the station, Xi Zhu, the head of the intelligence section, and Xing Jun, his former contact person, there are only a handful of people who know its existence.

So unless it is absolutely necessary, this nail must be held firmly, even if it costs a lot.And the old man has been wandering the blade for many years, and he will never expose himself. After thinking about it, there is only one incident of Xizhu's sudden death!For three months, the Special Investigation Department will try every means to pry his mouth open, and the entire Jinchang underground contact network has not shown any abnormalities so far, not necessarily because he survived.Or, the Hi Spider had defected from the very beginning, so the enemy was able to catch them without them noticing, and even instigated these intelligence teams that entered the occupied area!

Zhao Changgeng's heart felt cold, and his strong sense of loss of control completely magnified the suspicion that had nowhere to go at this moment.The boss may be right, pulling him out of this precarious situation in advance is not only to protect him, but also to protect the old students.Even if the entire Jinchang underground contact network is completely reshuffled for this, as long as the nails that have driven into the enemy like Lao Sheng stay, their vitality will not be lost, and there will be a chance to start again.

The light and shadow hidden between the books are still firmly and continuously alternating, not in a hurry or chaotic: 201925029976001326382419000559975 (Ying Xing, you have lost your eye.) Zhao Changgeng is silent, this is indeed his dereliction of duty, there is no excuse: 5120000781260417571004339975 .)

The person on the other side didn't answer, and just said: 29740057367731953928112999760110013238070961410465000118063765864292139517300086207671819975 (This matter involves a lot, and it is really difficult for you to do it in your current capacity. )

Speaking of this, Zhao Changgeng knew in his heart that although the boss didn't blame him, the matter ended here and no one would be allowed to interfere.There was a moment of silence, but I asked: 19061032480918278010571038109981 (How should the intelligence team handle it?) There was no hesitation and warmth in the answer: 5071601642519975 (Old rules.)

The boss doesn't have only one old student under his command, and it's impossible for the entire network to have only one team. Otherwise, the enemy will be defeated in one blow, and they don't have to hang around in Huazhong.Under the large-scale internal investigation, all the personnel involved would rather kill by mistake than let them go. This is what every person engaged in intelligence work must bear.Zhao Changgeng couldn't help frowning: 6719319418739991 (the news...)

The answer on the other side was straightforward: 02504104997529745071393272361764507139329976478676870008693499761124262372279975 (Fake. This old student is not that old student. The paper kite is good and smart enough.) After speaking, he did not wait for a response, and immediately ordered Road: 00932519036078209976507109662455997625890086299001320932492045419975 ([-] o'clock tonight, the old place, someone will take you back to the terminus. )

Numerous tiny floating dust swayed in front of the eyes, and the sunlight swam quietly, climbing up the corner of the slightly curly book.Zhao Changgeng looked away, and tapped his fingers silently between the gaps: 25089975 (yes.) It was afternoon, and he went to the top floor of the National University Library, so quiet that no extra noise could be heard.