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Chapter 913

"The scenery of spring teaching is in Xianxia, ​​and the body of fish on the water surface is always covered with flowers. The world does not think of rare flowers and flowers, and they compete to dye red valerian on light gauze."

This poem "Begonia Creek" written by Xue Tao, a famous female poet in the Tang Dynasty, is about the Misty Begonia in the Twelve Scenes of the Mountain City, which is the origin of the name of the Haitang Creek Wharf.

It's a pity that the red crabapple flowers, which are as red as fairy clouds, have long disappeared in the period of the Republic of China. Only on the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar every month, when the big river is poured into the stream, the Zhu Xi shines, and the river bursts into a blossoming crabapple shape, which can be recalled. The beauty of the past.

Sitting on the ferry, Gui Youguang happened to witness this scene. The turbulent waves crashed into mist in the air, and turned into colorful crabapple flowers under the sun.

Even though they often walk on both sides of the strait, this kind of spectacle still attracts the amazement of many passengers, and even the well-informed boatman gently shakes the boat to slow down the speed of the boat.

Beautiful things are always fleeting, and soon Chemian returned to normal, and the ferry continued to drive towards the main urban area of ​​the mountain city on the other side.

According to the latest statistics from the National Government, there are more than 3000 ferries and barges in the mountain city. This does not include the unregistered black boats.

Under the careful control of the boatman, the ferry avoids hidden reefs, shoals and accompanying boats hidden under the water, just like a nimble swimming fish passing through Yangtze River and quickly approaching the shore of Jiang.

When he was still more than ten meters away from the shore, he ran quickly to the mast and lowered the sail, turned around and pushed the boat horizontally, the speed of the ferry slowed down rapidly, and the impatient passengers got up and crowded towards the bow.

"Stand still~"

While the boat was gliding, the boatman opened his right hand and put it next to his mouth and shouted. The man on the side of the boat held a small foreign iron bucket and said various auspicious words to the passengers to ask for the fare.

The people present smiled and took out the change from their pockets and put it in the bucket. Gui Youguang, who was disguised as a villager, counted several dime denominations of French coins several times before handing them over reluctantly.

When he turned his head and got away from the crowd, where there was still the target, the other party had already thrown the fare, got off the boat and ran away quickly without a trace.

Gui Youguang was not in a hurry, the boatmen were all members of the military command, and where the ferry docked was in their plan, and the target naturally had to be taken care of by the responders on the shore.

He disembarked among the passengers in a leisurely manner, strolled around a small market formed by a ferry, and cleaned up behind him habitually.

After strolling around for more than ten minutes, a small spy who was also dressed as a villager sent a message. After the target finished anti-tracking, he found a sedan chair on the top of the mountain and moved towards the main city.

Gui Youguang nodded slightly, and ordered the other party to continue to guard in the market, then walked into a forest alone, and when he reappeared, he had changed into a different outfit.

A shiny wig, black-rimmed glasses, a half-worn suit, and a badly worn briefcase, just like the clerks in Yamashiro foreign companies and the government.

Touching the fake beard on his face, he walked out of the market, saw more than a dozen mountain sedan chairs parked in the open space, and immediately beckoned one of them to sit on it and said.

"Go downtown."

"Yes, Captain."

The bearer in front of the head replied in a low voice, and then greeted his companions behind. Two little spies disguised as bearers exerted strength on their shoulders, and the mountain sedan chair made of bamboo was lifted steadily.

Because in the mountain city, except for a few roads in the urban area that are slightly flat and can accommodate vehicles, the rest of the branch roads are mostly uneven, and the small streets and alleys are even narrower.

In addition, there are countless layers of steps in the city, making it difficult for rickshaws and bicycles to pass, and the slopes of the docks on the bank are high and steep, and the long stone steps are no less than a hundred steps.

In this kind of place, only the light and flexible mountain sedan chair that can walk on all roads and roads can be calm. This kind of thing is very common in the local area, and it is also called a sliding pole.

In the difficult period when the war is becoming increasingly tense, the unemployed population is increasing, and there is a lack of fuel, there is no means of transportation more suitable for the terrain of the mountain city.

The little spies carried Gui Youguang straight to the city, asking and answering and chanting to report the road conditions ahead, and their loud voices resounded through the mountains and forests.

Gui Youguang lay on the sliding pole and slightly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep, but actually stared at the target on the high mountain road, feeling agitated.

Tracking in a mountain city is a challenge for any intelligence organization. This place is long from east to west, with several laps of roads, and short from north to south, but there are countless layers of slopes in between.

The drop caused by high and low altitudes makes the terrain of the mountain city extremely complex, forming a three-dimensional city that is completely different from other places.

For example, he has been traveling north and south for so many years, and he has heard pronouns referring to directions such as southeast, northwest, but never heard that up, down, left, and right are used to represent the location of a certain place.

But this is very normal in a mountain city. In such an environment, let alone outsiders like them, even locals will go wrong when they go to unfamiliar places.

If you still use the idea of ​​Pingmian city to track, it is easy to be exposed and lost, and it is also prone to danger, because you don't know whether there is a road behind a wall or a ravine as deep as tens of meters.

Recalling the mountain city map that was like a mess, Gui Youguang's head was buzzing, and he felt more headache than the time he used the plane to track the spies in Jinling.

Even if he could fly, he couldn't guarantee [-]% that he wouldn't lose track of his target here. Thinking of this, he glanced at the target that was about to cross the mountain top and ordered to speed up.

The two little spies didn't say a word, and quickly climbed up the mountain with their sliding poles, and they reached the peak hundreds of meters high in a short time.

Looking at the bottom of the peak, there are several winding paths leading to nowhere, and the roads are covered by trees, and the target is completely lost.

Gui Youguang carefully observed the surroundings, his eyes lit up when he saw the path on the far left, he lightly kicked the left shoulder of the little agent in front to signal him to turn left, he was relieved.

——Someone drew a special symbol ┴ on the big tree beside the road. This was a code used by the Secret Service, and only veteran intelligence personnel in the military command could understand it.

This shows that the responders should keep up with the target. It's not easy. If it's in the Pingyuan area, it's so troublesome. Find a commanding height to grasp the opponent's track.

The little secret agent who was kicked understood, yelled the number to turn left, turned left, stepped on the uneven stone road, and entered a dark forest.

Although it is winter, the cedars on both sides of the road are still green, and the spring water flows down the mountainside. If it is not for the strong mountain wind, walking along the road will be quite a bit of wild fun.

Gui Youguang on the sliding pole was thinking about how to defend if the Japanese ambushed here. Fenqin and Zhuhe were talking about this kind of person.

Under his command, the mountain sedan sometimes went down the mountain along the winding road, and sometimes went up the mountain for seven or eight miles, thanks to the secret signs left by the responders on the various fork roads.

I don't know how long it took, the little spy, who was not flushed and out of breath, carried the mountain sedan chair down to a platform. Below the platform is Chaotianmen Wharf, which is located at the easternmost end of Shancheng City.

Passengers with luggage are everywhere on the long steps. In the distance, there are many masts and sails in Chang'an, boats and boats are passing by, and shops are densely scattered by Jiang's side. It is indeed a first-class prosperous place in the mountain city.

It's just that the target disappeared again, presumably hidden among pedestrians, such a lively place is perfect for anti-tracking, and the transportation is convenient, easy to transfer.

With a heartbeat, Gui Youguang got off the sedan chair, took out his wallet, took out a few French coins and handed them to the little spy, and made arrangements in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Send people to watch all the ferries from Shancheng to Jiangbei, and report to me immediately if they find a target. No one should act rashly."

He can't be sure where the target is going to meet, all possibilities must be considered, in case the other party crosses the river again, he must deal with it in advance.

"clear."

The little spy took the money and carried the sedan chair with his companions away, and soon disappeared on the street.

On the other hand, Gui Youguang walked slowly to a tea shop, sat down and ordered a cup of tea, watching the pier where people were coming and going, silently sipping tea, patiently waiting for news from other people.

From Haitang Creek to the other side, the military command has deployed many spies to monitor, but there are none in the urban area and Chaotianmen.

The wait lasted for half an hour. Just when he thought he had lost his target, a salesman shaking a rattle passed by the tea shop, and gestured in a direction with his other hand.

The target is here!
Gui Youguang, who had gone through countless cases, was not agitated. He calmly drank the tea in his cup, left the tea money and went out slowly, following the location pointed by the salesman.

As a result, after walking less than 50 meters, he encountered five different fork roads, and they still led to different heights and directions. He knew how the mountain city got its name.

"Selling oily fermented glutinous rice~"

Suddenly there was the sound of hawking from one of the forked roads, and at the same time, two bangs of clappers sounded. This was a warning, and Gui Youguang walked into another forked road without hesitation.

At the same time, a person walked out of the side road where the sound of hawking came from, and it was Gui Youguang's target on this trip. The other person's eyes were fixed on his back, and he followed without hesitation.

The two walked in the alley one after the other like this, the sound of rattling footsteps passed back and forth between the tall and narrow walls, which made one's heartbeat intensify.

Gui Youguang, who was walking in the front, knew that he was careless this time, and instead of being followed after following others, if this matter got out, where would he lose face?

What's more troublesome is that not only can't he track back, but he can't keep going. There must be a destination, otherwise the target will definitely become suspicious. These spies are really cunning.

He quickly thought about the countermeasures in his mind, and finally decided that if there was really no other way, he would knock on the door of a random household outside the spy's sight, and forcibly control the owner to deceive the target.

With a way to deal with it, Gui Youguang sneered and slowly accelerated his pace a little, gradually opening a distance of 50 meters from the target.

This distance is just right. If it is too far away, it will easily cause suspicion, but if it is too close, it will look too fake. After all, the footsteps are so loud, unless you are deaf, you will not be able to hear them.

Moreover, when meeting strangers in such a remote place, the normal reaction of people is to distance themselves, and it is more real to show a little vigilance appropriately.

After determining the approximate distance between the two, Gui Youguang turned his attention to the houses on both sides of the alley, especially those small houses with a single family.

The reason is simple, the bigger the house, the more residents there are, and the more difficult it is to control.

He is alone now, and he must control everyone in the house in the shortest possible time. If someone yells at him, it is tantamount to being exposed directly.

It's a pity that there are mostly large courtyards here, and he is about to walk out of the alley, but he still hasn't found a suitable target.

shit!
Gui Youguang looked at the "T"-shaped intersection at the end of the alley, his face was cloudy and uncertain, and he began to hesitate whether to arrest people directly, so that there would still be a slight chance of solving the case.

When he was in a dilemma, a person suddenly passed the intersection from right to left. The profile was familiar. Gui Youguang's eyes widened, and he wondered how could it be this guy...

　Revising the outline until the morning, I almost didn't finish writing, tired
　　
　
(End of this chapter)