My Spy Years

  Chapter 641 'Chen Zhou'+'Fish Intestine'=?

  German clinic.

  Cheng Qianfan thought hard, this is the most critical information he captured from Araki Harima's words.

  The man who was **** worked in a German clinic.

  German clinic?

  His heart was inexplicably tense, and what immediately came to mind was Dr. Hans' clinic.

  The clinic opened by this red international comrade is a secret medical stronghold of the Shanghai Party organization.

   Last year, the red general "Mr. Miao" of the red base in western Zhejiang was treated and recuperated in the Hans Clinic.

  The most important thing is that Cheng Qianfan knows that the wounded comrade of the New Fourth Army who was escorted to Shanghai by the comrades of the Qingdong guerrillas is at the Hans Clinic at this moment.

   Is this person who was secretly arrested by the special high school an employee of the Hans Clinic?

  Cheng Qianfan's face changed slightly.

  Although he didn't have any evidence to support this guess, his intuition told him that this possibility was very high.

  Yes, for agents, many times, seemingly far-fetched associations, once they appear in their minds, such guesses have a very high probability of becoming reality.

  Cheng Qianfan frowned slightly. Regardless of whether this guess or judgment is correct, he must pay attention to it. To be precise, it must be treated as urgently as true and definite information.

  The result of not paying attention to it is either a false alarm, or the price of blood and life.

   "Stop by the side of the road, I'll make a call." Cheng Qianfan pointed to a public phone booth and said to the rickshaw driver.

  …

  No. 22, Xue Huali Road, central police station.

Medical room.

  Lao Huang was lying on the bed without turning on the light. In the dark room, he kept his eyes open.

   Today is a special day.

   "Comrade Qiuxia, happy birthday." He said in his heart.

Yes, today is the fiancée's taboo, no, it's his wife, she is his wife, although Comrade Qiuxia died before the wedding, in Lao Huang's heart, she is already his wife, he loves her A lifetime lover, a firm revolutionary companion!

  Qiuxia has a pair of slender and beautiful hands and can play the piano very well.

   It was the hands that played the piano. When sacrificed, all ten fingers were cut off...

   "Axia, my code name is 'Piano' now. I chose it myself. You must like it." Lao Huang grinned.

  …

Jingle Bell.

  The phone rings.

   "Who is it, it's late at night." Lao Huang yelled irritably, and pulled up the light cord by the bedside.

  If this was heard by other people in the patrol room, they would probably scold Lao Huang for being a good boy for taking advantage of it.

  The telephone in the medical room was specially approved by Mr. Cheng to install it. The reason is that the medical room is very important. Brothers will inevitably suffer from headaches and trauma. It is good for everyone to install the telephone.

  Whoever believes this is a fool.

  Everyone knows that Lao Huang is an old stick, relying on his ability to fiddle with some folk remedies, he has climbed to the top of Mr. Cheng. Nine times out of ten, it is Lao Huang who loves the present.

  The phone is installed, but the speed of Lao Huang's visits has not improved at all. Sometimes this old man is drunk, in order not to be disturbed to sleep, or to sneak out to drink, etc., he will unplug the phone line.

  When you ask, Lao Huang is still plausible, the phone is broken, it's none of his business.

  In short, although the medical room is equipped with a telephone, it all depends on luck whether someone answers the call or whether the phone will break down.

  A policeman called the medical room and no one answered. He was so angry that he thought that Huang had gone somewhere to drink, so he angrily sued Huang for leaving his post without authorization.

   Knocked on the door of the medical room, and saw Lao Huang open the door drunk.

   When I asked, the phone was broken and I didn’t hear it.

  Others have nothing to do with Lao Huang, what are you talking about? Sue Lao Huang for drinking? Is it a thing for Lao Huang to drink? Nothing at all.

   In the past, under the care of Tan Detai, Lao Huang lived very well, but now under the care of President Xiao Cheng, Lao Huang continues to live very well.

The policeman who filed a complaint was scolded **** by Lao Huang, and even spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm. Later, he was injured in an arrest operation, and was severely rectified by Lao Huang during the treatment. .

   It's an old thing, it doesn't make sense anymore.

  …

  However, after this incident, no one has ever sued Lao Huang again. If he is willing to answer the phone, he will answer the phone, and if he is willing to unplug the phone line, he will unplug the phone line. Just be happy.

   It’s such a **** thing that the Office of the Superintendent of Police actually wrote a commendation:

The Central Patrol Room is the first to equip the medical room with a telephone. This shows that the Central Patrol Room, under the leadership of Chief Inspector Jin Kemujin and Deputy Chief Inspector Cheng Qianfancheng, is determined to forge ahead and arm itself with advanced tools. It can be called a security police. An exemplary measure for the safety of employees!

  Lao Huang walked to the table in two steps and picked up the phone receiver.

   "Old Huang, it's me."

   "Mr. Cheng, why are you calling so late? Could it be that someone at home is sick?" Lao Huang asked.

   "You can't expect me to get better." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile.

  Old Huang on the other end of the phone laughed.

"I have a social event and I haven't arrived home yet. Can you still fry the grass you gave me last time after so many days?" Cheng Qianfan took a puff of cigarette and said, "If it works, I'll call it Ruo Ruo. Lan decocts the medicine for me, if I can't, I'll pass by the medicine shop to buy some later."

   "What grass?" Lao Huang said with a serious expression, but he yawned.

   "It's what you said to clear away heat and detoxify." Cheng Qianfan thought for a while and said, "That's it. You said the Miao people also used it to cure snake venom."

   "Han Xincao?" Lao Huang asked.

   "Yes, yes, this is it." Cheng Qianfan nodded and said.

   "It can be used, just decoct it." Lao Huang said.

   "Okay, you go to bed." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile, then seemed to think of something, and said, "I woke you up at night, I will bring you two bottles of good Huadiao in two days."

   "That's a good relationship." Lao Huang chuckled and hung up the phone.

  …

   "Sugar man! Sugar man!"

  At the entrance of an alley, under a street lamp, a craftsman of sugar kneaders was hawking in a low voice.

  It was getting late, and many people had already rested. He didn't dare to sell loudly, he would be scolded.

  This veteran craftsman may not have a good business during the day, and he hopes to produce a few more sugar people in the evening, and the money will become rice grains in tomorrow's porridge.

   "Here is a little rabbit." Cheng Qianfan pressed down on the brim of his hat and said.

   "Okay." The old artist said happily. Under the dim street lights, the old artist, whose skin was like old tree bark, concentrated on making sugar figurines.

  The so-called sugar kneader is to knead caramel with red, yellow, green and other food colorings into the shapes of rooster, rabbit, Monkey King, etc. It is a kind of confectionery and a craft.

  Cheng Qianfan stared at the hand of the old man who made the sugar figurine. He secretly observed and estimated how long it would take the old man to knead a sugar figurine.

   I roughly have a spectrum in my heart.

   "One more Monkey King, that Zhu Bajie, and the white dragon horse, all here." Cheng Qianfan put the banknotes into a paint tin can, "Don't look for it, I'll get it later."

  The veteran artist who made the sugar figurine nodded happily, and bowed while pinching the sugar figurine.

  …

  Cheng Qianfan ignored it, he turned around, walked a few more steps, and stood there smoking.

  Here is the backlight of the street lamp. If you look from the street outside the alley, unless you are looking for it deliberately, you will not pay attention to it, let alone see him clearly.

  Cheng Qianfan flicked the cigarette ash and stretched his neck.

   At a distance from him, the rickshaw driver thought the guest was looking at him, and immediately smiled flatteringly.

  The driver is probably not happy when the passengers get off the bus and delay for a long time.

  However, Cheng Qianfan paid for a catty of dried tofu as a reward and subsidy, which naturally made the driver very happy.

  Dried tofu is a favorite snack for men, women and children. It is sold while cooking. A pot of dried tofu often takes several hours to cook. It is fragrant and delicious, and it is suitable for snacks with wine.

  Of course, the driver is reluctant to buy this kind of snack.

  He glanced at the pound of dried tofu wrapped in kraft paper, gulped down his saliva, and inhaled the aroma vigorously.

  He was reluctant to eat this dried tofu, and planned to take it home for his old mother, doll and mother-in-law.

   However, the coachman took another look at the kraft paper bag and felt a little regretful. It would be even better if the customer chose to pay more instead of buying something for him.

  Then, he scratched his head, and inhaled the scent of dried tofu vigorously, with a smile on his face, even if dried tofu is good, Yaowa has long been greedy for this one.

  …

  Yandri is here.

   "Scare Nong, scare Nong."

  While thanking the coachman behind him, Cheng Qianfan held a few sugar figurines in his hand and walked down the alley on the bluestone slab.

  As the fame and power of "Mr. Xiao Cheng" grows, and there are more and more enemies, it is no longer appropriate for him to continue living in Yandeli.

  He is already thinking about moving.

  Bai Ruolan hadn't rested yet, and opened the door to welcome her husband in.

   "How did you buy so many sugar figurines?" She took five sugar figurines from Cheng Qianfan's hands, glanced at her husband, and asked.

   "I don't know which one Xiaobao likes, so I bought a few more." Cheng Qianfan picked up the enamel jar on the table, which contained Bai Ruolan's cold tea in advance, and he drank it all in one gulp.

   "Ruolan, there was some Hanxincao left at home last time, thank you for frying it later." Cheng Qianfan said.

  Since he said this in the phone call to Lao Huang, then he must do it.

  Yes, if he didn't arrange for his wife to help him decoct the medicine, it seems to be nothing, and there shouldn't be any problems.

  However, once he enters a certain suspicion list and the enemy secretly investigates, this small detail may even be the 'ant nest' that caused him to expose the 'thousand-mile embankment collapsed in the ant nest'.

   For agents, never take chances.

   Or to put it more bluntly, don’t think about being lazy!

   "Okay." Putting the sugar figurine into the drawer and locking it, Bai Ruolan turned to look at Cheng Qianfan.

  Worry was written in his wife's eyes, "I will decoct the medicine in a while, should I put more water and warm it on the stove?"

   "No, after decocting the medicine, just pour the medicine juice into a bowl and let it cool." Cheng Qianfan gently wrapped his arms around his wife's waist.

   Ruolan is very smart, even though he didn't say anything, Ruolan already knew that he was going to go out secretly.

   Ruolan was worried about him, but she couldn't ask much, so she could only ask in such a cryptic way.

  Watching her husband go upstairs, Bai Ruolan sighed softly.

  'Prepare the decoction and put it on the table to cool', which means that Qianfan himself is not sure when he will come back.

  …

  Retrieved a Mauser pistol from the shadow box behind the bookcase, checked the condition of the gun carefully to make sure everything was in order.

   Take two spare bridge clips of ten rounds.

  Three German-made M24 grenades were wrapped in cloth.

  A dagger stuck in the leggings.

   Checking the exact time, Cheng Qianfan opened the window and let the cat out, and he himself climbed out from the window of the study on the second floor.

  The cat lying on the window sill "on duty" looked at his male master, who was as flexible as a civet cat, moving around quickly and lightly.

   Soon, Cheng Qianfan lightly jumped off the roof, ran at top speed, and quickly disappeared into the night.

  Due to the many shootings in the French Concession in the past two days, the French Concession has stepped up patrols in the past two nights.

  Whether he was secretly counting the time when he was buying the sugar man, or he was secretly counting the time when he got home just now, all of this is because he is calculating the time accurately to match the time of the patrols near his home.

  Just now, when going home and passing near the door of the house, when encountering a patrolling policeman, Mr. Xiao Cheng stopped and said a few words to the patrolling policeman, encouraging the hard-working subordinates on duty.

   Now, he calculated the time to set off, and when he arrived at the checkpoint, it happened that the two patrol teams were changing shifts.

   When changing shifts, for about fifteen minutes, the bayonet is 'unattended'.

  Of course, this 'unattended' refers to a slightly longer distance.

   This is because Xiao Cheng has helped his subordinates build a shed near the checkpoint, put a table and some chairs for the patrol to rest during the night patrol.

  This shed is about thirty or forty meters away from the bayonet.

And the existence of this shed, the direct result is that when the two teams are patrolling and changing shifts, they habitually gather in the shed first, bragging about each other, and even drinking a few drinks. Anyway, the bayonet is not far away. Can't escape the eyes of the police in the shed.

  So, they rest for a while, and then go to the checkpoint to be on duty.

  …

  Cheng Qianfan was as light as a civet cat, walking close to the base of the wall, and in the middle of the walk, quickly jumped over the wall.

  The side of the wall is facing the river, but there happens to be a relatively narrow path beside the wall at this section, Cheng Qianfan can pass on tiptoe without falling into the river

  Walk about 20 meters, there is a willow tree, turn in through this willow tree, just to avoid the patrol checkpoint.

  Yes, the shed built by Xiao Cheng's subordinates is mainly used to ensure the blind spot for observation at a distance of less than 30 meters!

  Cheng Qianfan let out a long sigh of relief as he passed through the checkpoint nimbly.

  Based on the time when he went home and passed this checkpoint just now, these patrols are his time witnesses, and he is at home at this moment:

From Mr. Cheng's home to here, he had no time to return, and he crossed the checkpoint again during the short time when the patrol was changed. It's not far away, with so many pairs of eyes watching, it's clear at a glance whether anyone has passed by.

  …

  On the second floor of a residence opposite Hans Clinic, Lao Huang narrowed his eyes and saw the lights of cars coming from a distance.

  His eyes turned cold instantly, lying on the inside of the window sill, gently pulling the bolt, the muzzle of the 38-style rifle quietly poked out.

   I will continue nucleic acid tomorrow, and I feel that my throat is full of calluses.

  (end of this chapter)