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Chapter 326
"Happy people are all alike, and unhappy people are unhappy in their own way."

Shen Er, who fled famine from Sichuan Province to Jinling, probably had never heard of Leo Tolstoy's famous quote in "Anna Karenina". If he knew, he would definitely agree with the Russian bearded man's words.

Since the 19th year of the Republic of China, Sichuan Province has experienced drought, floods, hailstorms, insect plagues, and banditry for years. Shen Er's family of seven set off from Gulin County, and he was left alone when he arrived in Jinling.

The two younger sisters were sold to landlords before leaving Sichuan Province.

Two younger brothers died of illness in Hunan Province.

Parents, starved to death in the relief society in Hubei province.

Shen Er didn't know how he got to Jinling along the river, anyway, it was meaningless, he might starve to death one day, remember so clearly what he was doing, it was not easy to live a hard life.

Fortunately, a fellow villager who had arrived in Jinling earlier told him about a good place. Jinling City is worthy of being under the foot of the emperor.

Otherwise, he would not survive last winter at all.

After settling down, Shen Er also wanted to find a job, but he was neither educated nor strong. Any store willing to recruit disaster victims had nothing to exploit except food.

Only one shopkeeper of the pharmacy said that he could try it when the guy who got home to get married left, but unfortunately, without the post, Shen Er only found out later that there was a fire in the shop and everyone died.

"Good people don't live long."

Shen Er curled up in the Hunan Province Pavilion at the Quanye meeting place, muttered something, and put a broken tin can on the fire, and something was simmering in it, and the smell was a bit pungent.

Now that the weather is warm, this is the best season for a beggar like him, at least he will not suffer from cold, and rich people are also willing to throw out the leftovers, so they will never be hungry.

Today, he found these fish bones and pig skin from Tongjia Alley, especially the fish bones, which still have bits and pieces of meat on them. Although he was chased by the black dog for a long time, it was worth it.

He rubbed his hands, stirred the can with a wooden stick, and then took the can from the fire with a few leaves, grinned his teeth and blew vigorously, and couldn't wait to send it to his mouth.

"Don't move." A bewildered voice sounded.

Shen Er was stunned, there was a hard thing on the back of his head, he knew what it was, his two younger sisters were half-bought and half-robbed by the person with this thing on his waist.

He was reluctant and did not dare to put down the canned food in his hand, so he imitated what his fellow countrymen told him: "Forgive me, the little one is staying here temporarily. If I delay the good man's work, I will leave now."

"Put down the can in your hand and move slowly, otherwise the gun will not recognize anyone. I just want you to answer a question. Has anyone disappeared around here recently?" The voice rang again.

Shen Er was taken aback, this person didn't come to grab the site, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said cautiously: "This place is full of disaster victims, come today and leave tomorrow, I don't pay attention to whether anyone is missing."

The voice behind was silent for a while, and handed out a banknote from behind: "This is a reward for you, do you remember someone missing now, I just ask you one last time, bullets are still money."

While the other party was talking, he used the gun to push Shen Er's head again. The cold tone let Shen Er know that the other party was not joking, and he could tell from the voice that he was a powerful person who killed people without blinking an eye.

A good man does not suffer from immediate losses.

Shen Er slowly took the banknotes and stammered: "I really don't know that someone is missing, but I heard that there was a strange movement in the Japanese Pavilion, and someone said to go and have a look, but he didn't come back.

Yesterday when I was looking for water to drink, I saw a few men in black clothes. They beat Xiao Changsha half to death and dragged him in. They looked so fierce that I sneaked away without daring to make a sound. "

This is the truth. As a disaster victim, he doesn't know what is missing or not. He knows that someone goes to a certain place and disappears. As for dying or running away, it has nothing to do with him.

"The money can be taken away, but if you dare to lie to me, the consequences will be very serious, do you hear me?" The owner of the voice behind warned him, and then threw out two bills: "It's for you."

"Thank you, man, thank you, man."

Shen Er was not even afraid of guns anymore, he jumped to the side of the banknote and grabbed it in his hand. The feeling told him that it was a real banknote. Adding the one just now, the total was 30 yuan, which was enough for him to set up a small stall to make a living.

He wanted to thank him again, but when he looked back, there was no one there, only the bonfire was blowing in the breeze. Shen Er stayed for a while, picked up the bedding and cans, and ran away without looking back.

Can't wait for this place.

No matter what the person who gave him the money was going to do, or who was in the Japanese Pavilion, he couldn't afford to get involved in this matter. It would be better to take the money and rent a house elsewhere and find a way to start a small business.

After a long time, the bonfire gradually went out.

Zuo Zhong, holding Browning in his hand, came out of the shadows, cleaned the scene, and then slowly exited. At this time, he was dressed in rags, and he was wearing a broken peaked cap, making his face hard to see.

After nightfall, he climbed over the wall from Land C, walked a few miles to pick up a car that he had been eyeing for a long time, a car driven by a young man who sleeps in flowers and sleeps in willows, and finally arrived at the Quanye meeting place in the early hours of the morning.

He couldn't leave records at the guards at the gate, so climbing over the wall became the only option. As for going back, he had made corresponding preparations, Zuo Zhong had been preparing for this day for a long time.

The most urgent task now is to find Wang Lizhong.

But if you want to find Wang Lizhong as quickly as possible, it is useless to search aimlessly. Only by looking for these old residents can you get information. Beggars with bedding and hot food are naturally old residents.

The result was not bad, Zuo Zhong basically confirmed Wang Lizhong's position, and Xu Enzeng played a cold humor in the Japanese pavilion at the Quanye venue, placing the traitors from the underground party in the "turf" of the Japanese.

As for why the beggar was not knocked out, the security point of the secret agent headquarters was attacked on the front foot, and a beggar who fainted on the ground appeared near the back foot, and the fool also knew that there was a problem.

No clues can be left for Secret Service.

So it's better to let the other party go. This person has been a beggar for so long, and he should know how to do it safely. He didn't show up to clean up the traces for the other party until he confirmed that the beggar really left.

Holding a cloth bag in his hand, Zuo Zhong walked around the spooky Quanye venue, recalling the map in his mind. He is now in the front part of the National Exhibition Area, and the Japan Pavilion is in the central part of the exhibition area.

But the exhibition area is not very close.

He frowned. The distance between the national pavilions was huge, and the terrain was open and unobstructed. He had to find a way to get closer, otherwise, before Wang Lizhong was killed, the opponent's support staff would arrive.

A beggar pretending to be a scavenger walks past?

No, the people at Secret Service Headquarters are extremely cautious this time. When they see a stranger approaching, they will definitely increase their vigilance. They are just a spy, not a superman, and they have to fall in the face of so many people.

Besides, after so many years of searching, except for the cement that cannot be taken away, and the branches used to make fire, there is nothing to pick up here, and the spies in one place cannot be regarded as fools.

See if there is any blind spot.

Zuo Chong checked the direction, and quietly groped towards the central exhibition hall area. In order to avoid the beggars sleeping in the open, his speed was very slow. It was just after twelve o'clock, and there was still plenty of time.

The fewer witnesses, the better. After doing intelligence work for so long, he knows that clues are hidden in the details. Perhaps an unintentional action of his will be seen by others, which will cause his identity to be exposed.

Choosing to operate late at night with poor vision can minimize this possibility. In addition, beggars go to beg early and go to bed early. He just searched for a long time before finding a sober one.

After 10 minutes, Zuo Zhong walked to the vicinity of the Japanese Pavilion, got under a half-fallen brick wall, lowered his body and looked out through the hole, and a dark building appeared in front of him.

"MD."

Just one glance made his heart feel cold. This is a standard Japanese-style building, and this kind of building usually has a circle of windows on the second floor for better natural ventilation and lighting.

But it was also convenient for the people in the Secret Service Headquarters to observe. The sky was a bit dark. Zuo Zhong fumbled around in his sack for a while, took out a telescope, and observed carefully under the faint moonlight.

The Japan Pavilion is made of cement as a whole, and it is still basically intact after decades of time. The cornices learned from ancient China bend high into the air, and the remaining bells sway in the wind.

There are a lot of bricks and stones piled up at the gate. People who don't know the situation will only think that this place has been abandoned when they see it. They never thought that there would be a group of people hiding inside, which is a bit interesting.

The original open corridor structure outside the first floor is gone, only high steps remain, and the wooden windows on the front are gone, but the dark windows seem to be blocked with bricks.

Zuo Zhong wrote down this detail. It may have been done by the beggars to avoid the cold, or it may have been done after the secret agents from the Secret Service Headquarters arrived. The purpose was to minimize the passages for people to enter and exit.

Looking at the side wall, it is full of potholes, and the transom at the top is also blocked. This should not be done by beggars, unless they are willing to be choked to death by the thick smoke of the bonfire in the cold winter.

Zuo Zhong thought for a while, avoided the moonlight and lifted the telescope up. The situation on the second floor was exactly as he had guessed. A long row of windows was just open, and the field of vision was very wide.

He made sure that these reconstructions were definitely done by the Secret Service Headquarters. The first floor is airtight to prevent personnel from secretly infiltrating, and the second floor is not covered. A machine gun is the best defensive position.

"You're so fucking king."

Zuo Zhong complained in his heart, Xu Enzeng went from one extreme to another, there must be more than one machine gun inside, even if a spy brought out a mortar, he would not be surprised.

With this level of defense, unless a large number of armed personnel use heavy firepower to attack, it will be difficult to attack. When the guards of the Central Party Headquarters come to help, the attackers will face two sides.

Not to mention that the Jinling underground party didn't know the whereabouts of Wang Dingzhong, even if they knew, it would be useless. This is not something that ordinary combatants can do. They have to sneak in and don't give the opponent a chance to shoot.

He slowly closed his eyes. The current situation is that the outside is bright and the inside is dark. Looking from a bright place to a dark place, his eyesight will improve and decrease. He has to let his eyes adapt to the darkness for a while.

Five minutes later, Zuo Zhong covered the moonlight above his eyes with his hands, and opened his eyes to look at the windows on the second floor again. This was the best observation post, and it was impossible for the agents of the Secret Service Headquarters to take advantage of it.

　There is a schematic diagram of the Japanese Pavilion at the end of the chapter, handicapped party, make do with it, there is a review period for easter eggs, it may take a while, this is the process of the website, there is no way, the length of time is not certain.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)