Wang Meilan
Fang Cheng went downstairs, and Wang Meilan came in with a document and almost crashed into Fang Cheng's arms. Wang Meilan smiled, but Fang Cheng couldn't help but frown slightly, as if he remembered something.
Fang Cheng went downstairs to inquire about the details of all the cargo ships of Jeffer & Co., and the operation of the current batch of ships, and he found that three ships were currently idle and had been docked at the Sixteen Shops Wharf in Shanghai. Fang Cheng understood that these were the three ships that were preparing to go to the South China Sea to transport gold.
Tong Baisong and Li Wenfeng were still very shrewd, they prepared three new large freighters, mixed the gold in one of them, even if the action was exposed, it would take a lot of time to check and screen. Fang Cheng secretly wrote down the names of the three freighters: Qingfeng, Liyuan, and the Great Wall.
Fang Cheng sat quietly and thought for half a moment, there were too many things happening in the past few days, he needed to report some situations to his superiors in time, to the Yan'an headquarters headquarters, and some actions must be coordinated by people from the headquarters. Fang Cheng felt that the people around him either did not dare to use it or did not dare to believe it.
Fang Cheng planned to go out to meet the injured Yan Sihai, and through him directly reported the situation to Minister Li of yan'an headquarters.
Fang Cheng was just about to go out, he saw Wang Meilan coming down from the upstairs, his hair was a little messy, his face was a little red, the man's intuition told him that Tong Baisong must have moved his hands and feet on Wang Meilan, Fang Cheng could understand Tong Baisong, this morning made him too nervous.
Fang Cheng went out, called a rickshaw, and went directly to the Happy Lane on the edge of Jing'an Primary School, where Yan Sihai lived, and Wei Wanshan's wonton stall was also placed there.
In the morning, the happy lane is very lively, and the residents who live inside go out to buy vegetables in pairs, eat early, and there are many people who are anxious to go to work. Wei Wanshan's wonton stall was also not good, and Fang Cheng watched him from a distance, completely different from Wei Wanshan, who was dressed in a foreign dress and held the civilization staff when he met him that day.
Fang Cheng got out of the car, paid for the car, slowly sat down at the ravioli stall, and shouted: "Boss, come to the bowl of chicken shredded wontons." ”
Wei Wanshan looked at him, smiled slightly, and replied to him, "Well, please wait for half a moment." ”
After a while, Wei Wanshan came with a bowl of wontons, bent down and placed it on the small low table in front of Fang Cheng, and when he got up, he said in Fang Cheng's ear: "The alley enters the 4th room, no. 19." ”
Fang Cheng didn't reply, he knew that what Wei Wanshan had told him was the specific address of Yan Sihai, and Of course Wei Wanshan also knew that Fang Cheng had come here to see Yan Sihai.
Fang Cheng hurriedly finished eating the wontons in the bowl, paid the money, stood up and walked towards the Happy Lane.
It was a typical old Shanghai alley, with a distinctly European style, and Fang Cheng quickly found No. 19 happiness lane. Fang Cheng looked around, there was nothing special about him, he knocked on the door, no one responded.
Fang Cheng knocked on the door again, no one inside responded, Fang Cheng had a bad premonition in his heart, he pushed the door, the door was not locked.
Fang Cheng quickly entered the door, turned and closed the door. Fang Cheng looked around, there was no one in the lobby, but an abnormal smell spread out, Fang Cheng put his hand in his pants pocket and held it on the pistol in his pocket.
Fang Cheng was all too familiar with the smell—the smell of blood.
Fang Cheng slowed down, gently walked toward the bedroom, and gently pushed the bedroom door open a slit, and what caught his eye was that Yan Sihai was lying on the ground, and Yin Hong's blood was flowing out of his back and flowing all the way to the corner of the wall.
Fang Cheng immediately took out the loaded gun and carefully inspected all the places in the room, the murderer had already run, the window was open, it should have jumped out of the window and escaped.
Fang Cheng bent down and carefully examined the words lying on the ground, without breath.
be murdered
So sacrificed? Fang Cheng still seemed unable to accept this fact, he looked at his corpse in a daze, and combed through all the people and all the details in his mind, an old underground party that had been hidden in the downtown area of Shanghai for more than ten years, and was killed within a few days of Fang Cheng's appearance, which could only show one problem, he was exposed because of Fang Cheng's arrival.
Fang Cheng was very uncomfortable, but he could only endure sadness, and his heart was full of grief and hatred. Suddenly, he noticed a detail, Yan Sihai's bed also had blood stains, Fang Cheng had worked in the police department for so long, for this kind of murder case has been seen a lot, Yan Sihai was killed in bed, the murderer used a knife, Yan Sihai was not immediately dead after being stabbed, but struggled to get up, and finally fell to the ground and lost too much blood and died.
Fang Cheng turned over Yan Tian's body, and there was a deep knife edge in his chest, only one knife, and the fatal wound was in the position of the heart.
His eyes were not closed, he must have recognized the identity of the murderer before he died, and he could see the doubt and anger in his eyes before he died. Just as Fang Cheng was stroking Yan Sihai's eyelids with his hand, he suddenly saw that there was blood on the index finger of Yan Sihai's right hand, and there was a blood stain of "one" on the floor under his palm.
Fang Cheng understood that this was Yan Sihai writing down the information about the murderer with his last consciousness before dying, but he did not finish writing it, and he died of anger.
"One? A horizontal? One? Fang Cheng was very confused, but reason told him that this place could not stay for long, he stood up, erased the information left to him by Yan Sihai with his feet, and stood quietly in front of Yan Sihai's corpse for ten seconds in silence, silently reading in his heart: "Old Yan, you will not sacrifice in vain, I will definitely avenge you." ”
Fang Cheng turned and jumped out of the window, the gate could not go, since the murderer had escaped from here, he also went out from here, and the instinct of the police told him that the murderer should not have run far.
Outside the window is a very narrow drainage ditch path, the gap between the two houses, turned a few corners, and arrived at the entrance of the Happy Lane.
Wei Wanshan was still busy, and Fang Cheng stood not far away and carefully observed to see if any suspicious people appeared. No, everything is so normal and peaceful.
Fang Cheng lit a cigarette, bought a newspaper by hand, took a pen out of his pocket, circled the newspaper a few times, and then slowly walked to Wei Wanshan's wonton stall and said to Wei Wanshan: "Boss, give me another chicken silk wonton, I will pack it and take it away." ”
Wei Wanshan looked up at him, there was a little doubt in his eyes, Fang Cheng did not speak, just waited for him to cook the wontons for him, packed them, paid for them, with a cigarette in one hand and a ravioli in the other, called a rickshaw, and left.
The newspaper was placed on the small low table in front of Wei Wanshan, and Wei Wanshan looked around, picked it up, opened it, and looked at it, and his face changed greatly.
There are a few words in the newspaper that are circled with a pen: words, harm, encounters, ten, coffee, shop, night. Wei Wanshan understood this sentence: Yan was killed, see you at the coffee shop at ten o'clock in the evening.
Wei Wanshan casually threw the newspaper into the stove, and then he lowered his head and busied himself, his hand trembling slightly.
Stew the geese in an iron pot
Fang Cheng did not go to Jeffer Foreign Firm, directly returned home, the family of Autumn Moon Maple is washing shabu, the mouth seems to be still humming the northeast tune, you can see that Autumn Moon Maple is enjoying the current life.
Every woman longs for such a day, the man is busy outside, picking up at home, even if the man is doing the head off the outside, the woman at home can give him as long as there is half a moment of relaxation and gentleness is enough to make the man scrappy.
When Qiu YueFeng saw that Fang Cheng had returned, she immediately dropped the work in her hand and greeted him, her fingers brushing the hair that had been pulled on her face, and she smiled and said, "Why did you come back so early?" Did you have breakfast? Or shall I do something for you? ”
Fang Cheng didn't say anything, just smiled slightly, handed her the chicken silk wonton twisted in his hand, and said: "This is a very famous chicken silk wonton in Shanghai, eat it while it's hot." ”
Qiu Yuefeng smiled shyly and took it by the hand, feeling very sweet in his heart, but he didn't know how bitter Fang Cheng's heart was, and the death of Yan Quan made Fang Cheng feel very guilty in his heart, the old comrade more than ten years ago, the old comrade-in-arms, his arrival brought him the disaster of killing.
Fang Cheng entered the room and took out a small box from the secret cabinet under the bed in the bedroom, which contained a small German-made transmitter. Fang Cheng had to personally contact Yan'an.
Fang Cheng finished the newspaper in the house, hid the charter machine again, and according to his agreement with the Yan'an headquarters, he would start the phone in half an hour.
Fang Cheng walked out of the bedroom, Qiu Yuefeng had already eaten the wontons and was drying and washing clothes in the courtyard, Fang Cheng sat quietly in a chair in the lobby and looked at her, and there was an indescribable feeling in his eyes.
Old Lin came back, and yesterday he told Fang Cheng that there are few jobs at the Huangpu Wharf, and there are not many people, so today he wants to go to the Sixteen Shop wharf to see. Fang Cheng also wanted Lao Lin to go to the Sixteen Shop wharf, which was the terminal station of all the cargo ships of Jeff & Co. in Shanghai, and Fang Cheng needed someone to monitor the situation there.
Qiu Yuefeng finished drying his clothes, turned around and said to Fangcheng and Lao Lin: "I went out to buy some vegetables, and at night we ate iron pot stewed geese, plus two parties of tofu, you haven't eaten Northeast food for a long time." ”
Fang Cheng just smiled and waved at her.
Old Lin looked at Qiu Yuefeng out of the door, turned to the other city and said worriedly: "Old Fang, I always feel that something is wrong, in the past two days I have been in and out, I feel that someone has been monitoring us." ”
Fang Cheng smiled faintly and said, "Old Lin, don't worry, I'm worried that no one knows that we are coming, in fact, our whereabouts, the military command already knows, now we are safe, you can rest assured." ”
Old Lin no longer spoke, he had once been Sun Liechen's chief of guards, vigilance was almost innate, since he said that there was a problem, he must not be wrong, Fang Cheng was very aware of Old Lin's ability. Old Lin also knew that Fang Cheng, as long as he said that there was no problem, then he must be in control of the situation.
Old Lin was relieved.
Suddenly, Fang Cheng turned his head and asked Lao Lin, "Old Lin, before I went to Manchuria, did you know Comrade Qiu Yuefeng?" ”
Old Lin was stunned, did not understand why Fang Cheng asked such a question, and said doubtfully: "I don't know, only later did I learn that the wife of Deputy Director Fang is also our comrade, and Comrade Qiu should not be a pure northeasterner." ”
"Why?" Fang Cheng immediately asked.
"I don't know, I always feel that comrade Qiu is wrong, she seems to be a little different from the northeast women in her bones." Old Lin was a sincere person, and he did not say his own views because Qiu Yuefeng was Fang Cheng's wife.
Old Lin scratched his head and continued: "Comrade Qiu's Northeastern dialect is very pure, and her personality is also like that of a Northeastern woman, but recently we have stayed for a long time, and there is always a place that makes me feel that she is at least not a Northeastern woman born in a poor family." ”
Fang Cheng nodded, and murmured in his mouth: "Iron pot stew big goose, there is no need to add tofu, she is nervous, what she originally wanted to say was the iron pot stew big fish..."
Old Lin was stunned, he did not notice this detail.
Fang Cheng's deep eyes looked at the half-hidden and half-open courtyard door and fell into contemplation.
To be continued
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