spy cloud

Returning home with a heavy heart, Zhang Tianhao sat there, cut up some cooked beef by himself, and sat in the courtyard to eat slowly.

His eyes were full of sadness, he really missed his family a little bit.

The sense of loneliness is stronger than before, and my heart is empty for a while.

"Maybe find some time to go to Dahai to see. I don't know how they are doing? There is also Qian Mingjun's. It has been a long time since I have not contacted. I have been in Xinjing for half a year."

Thinking of this, Zhang Tianhao didn't have much thought about eating. He wrapped the beef directly, and then prepared to go outside the door, waiting for Qian Jun. He wanted to call Qian Jun and go to the bookstore to see Wang Dahai and him together.

After all, it is not easy to come here from Beiping, let alone this is their last guarantee of safety.

At around [-]:[-], Qian Jun came from outside the alley on a bicycle.

"Ah, Boss Qian, I'm off work."

"Yeah, I'm off work, old man, why are you sitting at the door today, hiding here and smoking alone, and you're not afraid of being scolded to death by a woman." Qian Jun was also joking, and he didn't even stop the car, so he hit one call.

"I don't smoke, I'm counting ants here." As soon as smoking was mentioned, Lao Tie interrupted loudly, obviously his wife was still unhappy about smoking.

Zhang Tianhao, who was more than ten meters away, immediately rolled his eyes when he heard it. The old man is illiterate and can count farts.

"Mr. Qin is back too!"

"Yeah, come back early today, come to my place for a drink later, but you have to bring wine!"

Zhang Tianhao looked at Qian Jun, greeted him, and then laughed.

"Okay, but Mr. Qin, your food has to be ready." The two just greeted each other casually, and then left by mistake.

As for Lao Tie, he also looked at Zhang Tianhao, but he didn't see Zhang Tianhao.

Watching Qian Jun leave, Zhang Tianhao's impulsive heart gradually calmed down. After all, although his status is not very high, he is also a little sensitive, so it's better not to run around.

At least not now.

After closing the door, he took some food, walked into the kitchen, picked up the pot, and the iron plate, and walked towards the basement.

In the basement, he went all the way, and saw Du Lan who was being locked up there. Maybe it was because he hadn't eaten for a day, and he seemed a little weak. When Zhang Tianhao came in, he also let out a few hehe sounds.

He turned on the light, and then looked at the other party. He saw that the other party's face was covered with mud again. Although he changed his clothes, he still looked a little out of place.

He opened the door, fetched water to rinse the space in the basement, and then fetched water for Du Lan to rinse.

It's just that Du Lan didn't seem to have much reaction, and the whole person still fell to the ground, closing his eyes weakly.

Only then did he realize that Du Lan didn't seem to be well. He reached out and touched her head, only to find out that she had a fever.And it burned very badly.

"Forget it, it's cheaper for you!"

He took out a potion and gave her an injection, then filled it with some porridge, put it inside, and locked it again. Although the basement was a bit damp, he had no intention of changing her place.

Put some water and steamed buns there, and then he began to sit there and listen to the radio station. After all, he wanted to record it. Who knows if there is any news from Nanjing.

And the radio connection here is not as normal. The radio stations here are usually silent, and they only broadcast on every tenth day.

Turned on the radio, then slowly put it away.

At exactly eight o'clock, the sound of electric currents came from the radio, and the antenna lengthened by Zhang Tianhao also received the telegram from Nanjing.

"The sky calls the earth, the sky calls the earth, please make a record: 7612984123461576648241274587..."

When he heard the call to him, he was also taken aback. After all, today is only the 3rd, and it shouldn't be today when there is a call, but now he still takes out a pen and paper to record it seriously.

As the telegrams continued to be recorded, Zhang Tianhao was also a little puzzled.

"The call ended at eight o'clock, and the call was made again at nine o'clock and ten o'clock, three days in a row! The same time period."

As the broadcast ended, Zhang Tianhao also turned off the radio, then looked at the message, and took out a codebook. This is the latest codebook, and he didn't need to write it down.

After translating word by word, Zhang Tianhao was also a little dumbfounded.

The above content is as follows: Japanese banknote expert Kiyoki Ei-san came to Xinjing to participate in the development of legal currency templates, and cleared them at all costs.

When Zhang Tianhao saw the template for making legal currency above, he didn't know that it was to make counterfeit currency.

No wonder the superior sent a message at this time, asking him to clear it.

However, he hasn't asked how Qingmu Rongsheng is doing, and he is still willing to continue with this task.

He looked at the military map of Xinjing on the wall. The whole map was quite detailed. This was a map he specially prepared for himself, just to know the location of various places in Xinjing.

Looking around the Peace Hotel, he tapped lightly with his fingers, and immediately turned his head to look at Du Lan, a member of the Japanese Butterfly Group, not far away.

"Forget it, it's useless to keep it!"

He directly wanted to kill Du Lan, but when he walked to Du Lan's side, he was stunned again.

"I'm in a hurry, my heart is a little confused. I can't rush this matter. I should take my time. I will try again to see if the Stockholm Syndrome has any effect on this Japanese spy. The experiment should not fail because of a moment of anxiety."

Immediately returned to the other side, put away the radio, then looked at the map, then pushed the iron plate away, and returned to the top again.

Everything has been restored to its original appearance.

"Boom boom boom!"

Just as he walked out of the kitchen, he heard someone knock on the door of the courtyard.

"Who?"

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Qin? I'm a policeman here. Please open the door. We need to check."

Just when Zhang Tianhao was puzzled, he heard the voice of a middle-aged man outside, and he reported himself as a policeman, which made Zhang Tianhao a little puzzled, after all, it was already nine o'clock.

"Okay, wait for me, I'll open the door." He put the food on the table, set the bowls, and ran to open the door.

As the door was opened, the patrolman Zhu Dashan who saw this area was standing at the door, followed by several policemen.

"So it's Police Officer Zhu. I'm eating, and the brothers are working hard. Would you like to come over and have some food together?" Zhang Tianhao let the man in, then pointed to the kitchen with a smile and said.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qin, I'm also following orders. If I disturb you, please see me more."

Zhu Dashan would also wink. After all, Zhang Tianhao's identity is working with the Germans, so it's better to be more polite.

"It's okay, I'm used to it, just go ahead, Police Officer Niu, let's sit together and have a cup of tea. I'm alone at home, I don't even have a place to play, I can only drink."

As he spoke, he prepared to go to the kitchen. After all, there was a small table in the kitchen, and the lights were on. There were some leftover dishes on the table.