spy ace

Chapter 3736: Letter of Informer

Fan Keqin continued, "If he can't control these two people, then he certainly can't control the final outcome. So it's unlikely to be a trap."

Hua Zhang thought for a moment and said, "Yeah, that's right. I hope these two people are not too stubborn. If they can't be persuaded, I may need more trouble."

Fan Keqin said: "They are looking for death themselves, and they can't blame others. But I think it is highly unlikely. It is meaningless to die just for the sake of death. And it is not the time yet, so I think they will not do that. In addition, we also need to make arrangements more cautiously. I think we should scare them first. Or, write them a reminder letter so that they can be aware of it."

Hua Zhang said: "Well, as a reminder, the content of this letter should be more particular, sympathizing with or agreeing with them, and they should not feel that it is a threatening letter from the government."

Fan Keqin said, "Yes, if I received such a letter, I would be surprised and doubtful. But I would not completely believe that there is something wrong with this letter. Otherwise, it would be like wrongly accusing a good person who reminded me. These two professors are not that kind of people. So before confirming the situation, I will not draw a conclusion. In this way, we can leave room for maneuver and achieve our purpose of getting ahead."

Hua Zhang said: "Then I will write it. I will write this letter as someone who has received information that is unfavorable to them, or even someone inside the government. I will write the cause and effect clearly, and also write about what they may face. Do I need to reveal that I am a member of the organization?"

"Not for now." Fan Keqin said: "It is normal to act this way. It is also normal to conceal one's identity before confirming the answer. It is impossible to reveal everything right away. That would be wrong. Although they are laymen, their thinking ability should be strong. I think they can figure this out."

"Yes." Hua Zhang said: "I write with my left hand." As she spoke, she took out a pen and paper from a desk in the room. She first looked at the paper, which was just ordinary letter paper. So she started to write boldly. Hua Zhang was not very good at writing with her left hand, but this was the effect she wanted. Although there were people who recognized people by their handwriting in this era, it was far less advanced than in later generations. The real handwriting masters in later generations, let alone using your left hand, would write with your feet or hold the pen in your mouth.

The order and habits of your pen movements will definitely be brought out. This depends on your brain, not your hands and feet. Therefore, no matter what you use, even if the handwriting looks completely different, it can still be recognized through some extremely subtle habits. Of course, masters of this level are indeed rare, very few.

Fan Keqin was on the side, discussing the content with Hua Zhang. Soon, she finished writing the letter. After checking it again and finding no problems, it was almost time. Fan Keqin and Hua Zhang took the letter downstairs, got in the car and quickly arrived at Ma Zhong's house. It was still the old rule, park the car at a distance.

Hua Zhang said, "I'll deliver it. You wait for me in the car." Fan Keqin nodded and said, "Okay, I'll be back after I've delivered it." Hua Zhang got out of the car, walked through several alleys, and came to the door of Ma Zhong's house. When she came over, she observed and calculated her steps. There was no one there at this time. When she arrived at the door, she stretched out her hand and inserted the letter through the gap at the top of the door. Then she held it with her hand and patted the door hard, and then pushed the letter in again. She turned around and walked to a horizontal alley and hid herself. Then she looked carefully at the door of Ma Zhong's house.

Ma Zhong finished teaching at school that day, bought some vegetables at the market, and returned home to cook. While cooking, he was thinking: Despite such appeals, the government still hasn't changed, I'm afraid it's rotten to the core. I don't know what's going on with the red side. I heard what one of his students said when he came back to visit him last time. The red side is on the front line and the battle is going well. So overall, in the end, the red people may really win the world.

But Ma Zhong still has a concern. When he chatted with Wang Shiwu, he knew that he and his old friend had the same concern. That is, they have a certain understanding of the red people through their usual observations. But in troubled times, there is too much confusing information. Therefore, although they have a good impression of the red side, they have not had too much in-depth contact after all, so they cannot be 100% sure. However, if you want to say who they prefer more, Ma Zhong and Wang Shiwu are indeed more inclined to red.

Thinking about these things in his mind, Ma Zhong didn't take care of it. The dishes were a little mushy, but it was edible. After forcing himself to eat a meal, Ma Zhong picked up a book and started reading, but as he read, he continued to think about it. You know, Wang Shiwu was blocked in an alley last month and warned. Wang Shiwu was not afraid, so the other party stretched out his hands and punched and kicked him. Wang Shiwu and himself were not fools, and they knew who the other party was. Therefore, they no longer had any illusions about such a government. But what can Wang Shiwu and himself do now? He kept feeling troubled.

After an unknown amount of time, Ma Zhong heard someone knocking on the door. He was thinking, if the other person hadn't knocked very loudly, he might not have heard it. So he put down his book, stood up, and was about to go out, when his heart suddenly tightened and he thought to himself, "Could it be that the Kuomintang's spies have come to find me?"

But he thought again, no matter whether it was true or not, the other party knocked on the door loudly, but he didn't break in after all, which meant that he should be fine. So he walked out of the house, came to the gate of the yard, stopped, and said, "Who is it? ...Who?"

He asked twice but no one answered. Ma Zhong looked through the crack in the door but didn't see anyone. So, he opened the door and pulled it. Suddenly, something fell from above his head, brushing his face and landing on the ground.

Ma Zhong was startled, and first looked outside again. There was no one in the alley. Then he looked down and saw a letter. He immediately lowered his head to pick it up, looked at the alley outside the door again, and immediately closed the door and locked it.

Who wrote this letter to me? It was so cryptic, could it be a threatening letter?

Ma Zhong took the letter, turned around and went into his room, looked at the envelope, and found that there was no word on it. The letter was not even glued...