Chapter 1213 Bloody Dots and Lines(1/2)
The fifth floor of Zhongyuan Company, Golden Boat Dance Hall.
I came here again after "a few years" and found that the dance hall run by the Japanese was more lively than before. There were more scantily clad Belarusian dancers and pink-faced Japanese geishas in the dance hall than before.
Fortunately, not only did no one stop Wei Ran from dancing this time, but from time to time, men and women he had never seen before took the initiative to say hello. After he and Mei Xiang finished their first dance, there was even a ghost woman who took the initiative to come up.
Invited him to dance before.
Seeing that Mei Xiang didn't seem to care that she had been invited to leave, Wei Ran didn't refuse at all, and Quan just came over to play. The ghost woman who took the initiative to invite him to dance didn't ask any more questions, and seemed to be just looking for her.
Dancing with a male partner.
As the female companions rotated again and again, Wei Ran finally confirmed that Mei Xiang brought him here just for fun.
As for the business, I'm afraid I have already finished it just now at the entrance of Quanyechang and under the unlit street lamp.
Inevitably, Wei Ran couldn't help but start to wonder about the meaning behind the two serious events just now.
The rumors that Chen Gouyu pretended to be a coachman were most likely to clear the suspicion of Guan Lingling, who had escaped to who knows where.
As for the things thrown away along the way, I'm afraid they were the anti-Japanese periodicals printed in the printing room in the basement of Shuyu.
So what does it mean to buy cigarettes from Xu Keqin?
Wei Ran became more and more puzzled. Logically speaking, there was no need for him to do this at all, let alone in public. The risk was too high.
But as the saying goes, it's dark under the lights. It seems that it is safer for Meixiang and "Meixiang's cousin" to do these things in public than to send someone to do it secretly, and in a certain sense, it is unnoticed.
However, such unwarranted guesses are just like guessing. Either one is reasonable, and neither one is reasonable.
“It’s very rude to think about other women while dancing.”
The ghost woman who was dancing with Wei Ran came closer and reminded her in a low voice in Chinese with a ghost accent.
"I'm sorry," Wei Ran also replied with a smile close to the other person's ear, "I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for?" the ghost woman asked subconsciously.
"I regret that such heavy snow blocked the originally beautiful moonlight and turned many possibilities into sad regrets."
Such a subtle but explicit hint immediately made the ears of the ghost woman who was dancing with Wei Ran turn red, her steps became a little chaotic, and she accidentally stepped on Wei Ran's shoes.
Without any psychological pressure, he continued to utter a few rustic love words that would later be ruined in the ravines. Wei Ran dealt with the ghost woman dancing with him with ease, and worked hard to create the scumbag image that Chen Xiuyu had set for him.
Certainly.
Seeing that the time was approaching nine-thirty in the evening, Mei Xiang, who had had enough fun, finally greeted Wei Ran and left the dance venue.
"I think you seem to be very popular?" Mei Xiang asked as she walked downstairs.
"That's right," Wei Ran replied pretending to be proud.
Hearing this, Mei Xiang shook her head helplessly but said no more. She walked out of the gate of Zhongyuan Company and got into the car.
"Go home," Mei Xiang said and couldn't help but yawned.
Letting Tao Canhua drive the car back along the same route, Meixiang, who was closing her eyes and concentrating, suddenly said, "When you get home, bring the cigarettes and matches to Brother Tang to deliver them."
"good"
Wei Ran responded briefly, and seeing that Mei Xiang did not continue to say anything, he wisely stopped his curiosity.
Slowly and leisurely all the way back to the Love Letter Apartment, Mei Xiang yawned and walked upstairs. Yang Ma, who was still awake, also hurriedly brought out a few late-night snacks that were still warm in the pot from the kitchen and asked Jasmine to help bring them.
He went upstairs and then asked Tao Canhua to help bring out some food and drinks and put them on the dining table on the first floor.
Instructing Tao Canhua to eat first without waiting for him, Wei Ran took off his woolen coat and went back to the room on the first floor to change into a pair of clean cloth shoes. By the way, he took out the pack of Camel cigarettes and the unopened camel cigarettes from the food box.
Box of matches.
There is nothing unusual about the box of matches itself, and the weight and feel of the unopened Camel Cigarettes are also the same.
Without leaving the room in a hurry, he took out the medical kit from the metal book and opened it for some inspection.
Unfortunately, compared with last time, this medical kit didn't contain anything extra, let alone the penicillin that Brother Tang downstairs urgently needed.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally put away the medical kit and food box, left the room with cigarettes and matches, got into the storage room and entered the dark basement. Behind him, Tao Canhua was sitting in the storage room with a sesame seed cake and vegetables in his hand.
There was a guard standing next to the note at the door of the room.
Without turning on the light at all, Wei Ran used the beam of the flashlight to push the frame and get in.
After passing through the cotton curtains, when he entered the room at the end, he heard a girl reading in an passionate voice from inside the last curtain, "The latent power of the Anti-Japanese War is increasing day by day.
Large numbers of revolutionary people continue to pour into the front lines to fight for freedom! All these factors and other factors combine to make us..."
"Who is outside?" Andy's voice interrupted the girl's reading. He had just heard Wei Ran's deliberate coughing.
"It's me," Wei Ran responded outside the curtain, "Is it convenient to come in?"
"come in"
It wasn't until Mei Xiang responded that Wei Ran raised the curtain. Then, he saw Andy and the three girls who seemed to be in charge of printing sitting cross-legged on a thick quilt near the door of the room.
On the floor, between the four of them, was a small table made of a painting vat and a glass plate.
At this time, in addition to a lamp, there was an old newspaper called "Liberation" on the table. The most conspicuous title on it was "On Protracted War."
"You continue to read yours"
Andy glanced at the cigarettes and matches in Wei Ran's hand, and let Wei Ran pull her up and walk to the hospital bed not far away.
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Andy said, already pulling the curtain on the other side.
Seeing this, Wei Ran also untied the curtain on the wall and pulled it up, separating the hospital bed from the outside and blocking the sight of the three little girls.
Seeing Andy sitting at the vent reaching out to him, Wei Ran handed over the Camel cigarettes and matches he had been holding, and then he also sat on another small round stool beside the table.
Without shying away from Wei Ran, Andy tore open the pack of Camel cigarettes, popped one out and handed it to Wei Ran. Then she took out one herself, put on the tortoiseshell cigarette holder, and lit it with the box of matches.
As the smoke filled the air, Andy had already smoked out all the cigarettes in the cigarette box one by one, and then carefully tore open the cigarette box. Then, Wei Ran saw something written on the tinfoil on the inside of the cigarette box.
There was a set of numbers that seemed to be radio channels. In addition, there was a small film hidden in the cigarette box.
He picked up the film and brought it to the desk lamp for a look. Andy was obviously relieved and placed it on the base of the desk lamp.
Although it was just a glimpse, Wei Ran also vaguely saw that what was captured in the negative seemed to be densely packed with text.
"This was my brother's job"
Just as Wei Ran was secretly guessing, Andy suddenly spoke in German. At the same time, he took out the jewelry box radio station that Wei Ran had seen before entering this historical segment from the cabinet on his desk.
"He..." Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, then asked carefully in German, "Who is he working for?"
Hearing this, Andy glanced at Wei Ran and replied in German, "Mr. Hong."
"Feng Maoyun?"
Wei Ran muttered to himself and used this as a starting point to chat with Andy.
Just as he guessed, this underground printing room was opened during the flood in 1939.
Unfortunately, almost as soon as the flood receded, traitors appeared in the anti-Japanese killing regiment.
That accident caused heavy losses to the Anti-Japanese Killing Corps, but the Guan siblings were spared and went dormant because their superior contact person happened to be away from Jinmen.
However, the dormant Guan siblings did not feel depressed. Instead, they soon joined forces with Mr. Feng and continued to use the printing equipment here to carry out anti-Japanese and national salvation propaganda activities. Needless to say, Mei Xiang's support was indispensable, and even less.
Medical help provided by Andy.
Later, even Chen Xiuyu and Xu Keqin joined them. According to Andy, in the summer of 1940, her brother who went to Germany to study also came back, and after returning, he also joined Feng Maoyun and the others.
in career.
Until more than half a month ago, Brother Tang was caught by the Japanese for unknown reasons. After getting the news, the Guan family siblings immediately left Jinmen. Even Feng Maoyun and Cao Yuba also cut off the emergency line after helping to rescue Brother Tang.
Contacted.
What they have to do now is two things - to re-establish contact and to find and kill the traitor!
Is this another killing mission?
Wei Ran muttered to himself, although it is still unclear who the traitor is, but it is obvious that with the pack of cigarettes he brought back, re-establishing contact will probably be done soon.
The topic reached this point, and there were less than ten minutes left before 11 o'clock at midnight. Not only did the three little girls outside who were reading "On Protracted War" remain silent, Andy also yawned.
However, just when Wei Ran was about to end the topic and go back, Andy pushed the simple radio on the table over.
"Hold it for me"
Andy continued to speak in German, then put out his cigarette, took the pile of letters and a pen, stood up and passed through the curtain that had just been drawn.
Seeing this, Wei Ran quickly picked up the heavy wooden box and followed him. He followed Andy out of the basement and came to the living room on the first floor.
Walking to the floor-to-ceiling window facing the flower bed, Andy opened the window and took a greedy breath of cold air mixed with snowflakes. He murmured with a satisfied look on his face, "It turns out it has already snowed."
"How long has it been since you came up?" Wei Ran asked, realizing something.
“It’s been a while”
Andy responded vaguely, then closed the window and walked to the unlit fireplace on the first floor.
Without any instructions, Tao Canhua got into the fireplace first, pulled out a feeder line from inside, then brought over a square table and a chair, and lit a candle lamp.
To be continued...