Chapter 664 Something Is Wrong

The moon phase on the fourth day of the lunar month is the Emei Moon, which is a shallow mark hanging high in the sky, like a woman's understated light eyebrow. Of course, this woman must be beautiful, otherwise no matter how beautiful her eyebrows are, she will not be able to show any sense of beauty.

It was already late at night, and the Emei Moon was no longer visible. In the darkness, with only the occasional light from a few streetlights, a truck and a car parked in an alley on Great Western Road.

No one cared about the dissatisfied shouts and curses coming from the house. A group of seven or eight people got out of the car and walked quickly against the wall in silence. Some of them wore long gowns, some coarse linen clothes, some wore suits made of ordinary materials, and some wore short jackets. They all wore top hats with the brim of the hat set very low, covering the part above the bridge of the nose, making it difficult to see their faces.

After about ten minutes, the leader stopped. When the last person in the team came closer, he pointed to a shop across the road and said: "This Hesheng Trading Company is the former Anhe Trading Company. It is a Japanese spy." There are two people watching on the third floor where I entered, and there are two people watching at the back door."

Wang Yan nodded without saying a word. He walked in front first, and the people behind him automatically followed. When they arrived at the loophole, two people stood at the door to observe. The remaining four people followed Wang Yan and climbed the stairs to the third floor step by step.

He took out the unlocking guy from the space, got some lubricating oil out, first wiped some on the hinges, then calmly put it in his arms, and while everyone was suppressing their breathing, he poked the door lock twice. Next, the door opened with a click.

Although the lubricant was applied, the time was too short to soak it in. There was still a slight noise when Wang Yan opened the door gently. But unfortunately, the people inside were dozing off and didn't hear anything.

This is a house with two rooms in the north and south. One person is sitting by the window sill and watching, kowtowing heavily, while the other person is sleeping comfortably on the bed inside the house. Perhaps the people following him were so sleepy that they forgot to change their shifts.

Wang Yan waved his hand for them to follow, and quietly walked behind the man lying by the window. He didn't see any movement. He just reached out and pinched and tapped the back of his neck and waist a few times, and the man turned into a puddle. Mu Mu, unaware of the situation, completely passed out.

Ignoring the surprises of the four people who followed him, Wang Yan turned around and entered the bedroom. He pinched his neck and lifted the sleeping Japanese agent from the bed. He repeated the previous operation and made the man pass out.

In this way, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They skillfully took out the rope, tied the hands and feet of the two Japanese, and asked curiously: "How did you do it?"

"If you know the acupuncture points and meridians of the human body, you can use stronger hands."

Wang Yan didn't speak anymore. This was the purpose of following him, to solve the problem quietly. Although the Japanese will definitely get the news, the later the better.

When Lu Boda checked whether Song Xiwen was arrested, he must have been extremely careful. He must have found other reasons, such as a call from Zhejiang. They are all old revolutionaries, and there is no problem in keeping secrets. Wang Yan is not worried about this. Unless Lu Boda or Liu Qiulan were caught, there would be no exposure. As for these people now, they all came here temporarily, and they didn't even know that the person following them was the famous Pei Min.

After four days, he was already unresponsive. At this time, his suspicions were well ruled out, and he could get down to business. Song Xiwen is in charge of transportation lines and is a high-level member of Shanghai's underground party organization. According to the subsequent administrative divisions and official service levels, it was at the deputy ministerial level. It is impossible for him to sit idly by for such a person, and his superiors will not allow him to sit idly by. That is unrealistic.

Wang Yan lit a cigarette and watched them tie up Rite tightly, and then two of them carried one and went straight downstairs to leave. After he closed the door gently, he went downstairs to the Hesheng Trading House opposite. Waiting nearby.

After a while, a car and a truck drove not far away and parked in the alley. The six people got out of the car again and took Wang Yan to Rite who was watching at the back door.

Counting Wang Yan, there were a total of nine people on this trip. Wang Yan was in charge of doing things, two were in charge of driving, two were in charge of looking out, and four were in charge of transporting Rite who was knocked unconscious. They had a clear division of labor and well-organized actions. They were all good hands. .

As expected, although the two people watching from the back door were more alert, they were unable to shoot, shout, or knock over things. Wang Yan simply knocked them unconscious and threw the two Japanese into the truck.

At the same time, someone went to Hesheng Trading Company and knocked on the door, got in touch with them, and asked them to pack up their things and retreat. Suddenly there was a lot of excitement.

Wang Yan didn't pay any more attention, and pedaled away on his bicycle.

It was already November, and although the grass had turned yellow early, the leaves had drifted into autumn, and the sun was getting late, but after such a long time, the sky in the distance was already somewhat bright. But unfortunately, dark clouds gathered in the sky at some point, and Shanghai, which was somewhat bright, became dark again.

When Wang Yan took off his makeup and changed clothes in the safe house, and then returned to the prince's mansion, a thunder rumbled in the sky, and lightning followed and illuminated the large master bedroom. He held Yu, who subconsciously shrank into his arms in a deep sleep. Manli, cover yourself with quilt and go to sleep...

Wang Yan didn't get up early today because it was already raining heavily. He usually slept in when the weather was like this.

He didn't wake up until Yu Manli woke up lazily and stretched contentedly after a full sleep.

"Huh?" Yu Manli looked at Wang Yan beside her strangely: "Did I get up early, or did you get up late?"

Wang Yan pursed his lips in the direction outside the window: "It's raining heavily."

"It's raining again. That's one thing bad about Shanghai. It rains all the time. It's wet, cold and uncomfortable. It's easy to get sick. I don't know how those beggars who have no home survive."

Wang Yan, who was getting up and getting dressed, said with a smile: "Have you attended too many club gatherings recently? It's not your style to pity homeless beggars and wonder how they survived."

"Don't you also think that the Red Party can grow stronger in the future? I'll learn from you to play both sides, establish contact first, and leave a way out later, okay?" Yu Manli yawned, looking lazy again, looking careless. .

"Just tell me this, but don't say it to Wang Tianfeng, he can really kill you. Although you approach me with a purpose, I am the most compassionate person. It's not worth it to lose your life so easily. "

Wang Yan buttoned up his shirt, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked at the heavy rain outside: "The comfort around me and the prosperity of Shanghai have made you lose the vigilance you should have as an agent. Be careful. It’s just a passing cloud, don’t be blinded by glitz.”

Seeing him holding his hands behind his back, standing tall and looking at the heavy rain, and speaking in a pretentious manner, Yu Manli rolled her eyes and stood up on her back, regardless of the spring light exposed when the quilt fell off: "Thank you for your kind reminder, but I You don’t need to worry about it, Inspector Wang. Come on, I haven’t been there for a few days. Let’s go eat there. Oh, by the way, it’s raining heavily today, so I need you to send it back.”

Wang Yan nodded with a smile and strolled to wash up.

Whether it was Wang Manchun or Yu Manli, or even Dai Yunong who had taken away his power previously, he had reported it before. He is performing the mission alone, so the report must be more detailed to confirm that he has not betrayed or has a tendency to betray. As a celebrity tycoon in Shanghai, especially a player from the Youth Gang, he has a lot of business dealings with the Soviet area. His information will be collected by people from the Shanghai underground party, and they all need to be verified by each other.

Wang Manchun is dying, but Yu Manli is miserable herself, and she can't stand being contacted and developed in a job like a Chinese teacher. The people are the masters of the country...

On this day, Wang Yan didn't do anything serious, and he didn't have anything serious to do. He just took a car, went to the warehouse to have a look, and then to the factory. It hadn't been long since it opened, to check the quality of the construction, and to look at the factory. Is there any water leakage or something like that? As for performance, he can basically ask a few questions. The work at the bank was expanding steadily, and he couldn't get involved in the Youth League. The secret theft was going on, and everything was fine.

It was during this trip that he looked out the window at Shanghai Beach in the rain, thinking about Song Xiwen and where Song Xiwen was.

It's certain that the person is still alive, because Wang Manchun's character cannot be faked, and he just doesn't know where the person is.

It is certain that Japan will make a big fuss this time. It is part of the Japanese plan to attack Shanghai's underground party organizations and capture Pei Min. Song Xiwen was seriously injured. It is already the fifth day. The Japanese must have known about last night's actions. They explained to them that the Red Party has noticed that something happened to Song Xiwen and will definitely start arranging the transfer of all people, sites and institutions related to Song Xiwen. , mobilize and make a huge adjustment.

If within three days, Song Xiwen does not speak, and the Japanese still do not expose the relevant information about Song Xiwen, then Song Xiwen will lose most of his value. The only thing he could reveal was the structure and personnel of Shanghai's underground party organization, as well as some situations in the Soviet area, or the situations of other comrades he knew behind enemy lines that he knew, which were of little help to the situation in Shanghai.

Therefore, the Japanese will definitely take action in the past two days, and it should not just be the previous arrangement of transferring from the Army Hospital to Nanhua Hospital.

Waiting is the most painful thing, especially this kind of hidden front battle where every second counts.

Wang Yan felt fine, even though he was facing unknown dangers.

Night fell again, and the heavy rain that had been falling all day had turned to light rain. Because the sky was dark and the cold and damp weather made people uncomfortable, Qi Si practiced boxing early and fell asleep exhausted. The old couple went to bed earlier, lying down at around eight o'clock.

When it was nearly ten o'clock, Wang Yan once again sneaked out of the prince's mansion, changed into a disguise, picked up the car, refueled the car at the place where the gasoline was stored, and took the certificate of the special agent of the Special High School Class with no ashes left. , entered Hongkou, arrived at the downstairs of the apartment on Diswei Road openly, and stomped upstairs.

Passwords for the Army Hospital and Nanhua Hospital, doctors' white coats, and information about different doctors from the two hospitals have been prepared here.

The doctor at Nanhua Hospital is named Yoshio Ozawa. Wearing black-framed glasses, his eyes are not that lively. At first glance, he looks like a transparent player in his daily life, a player who is bullied in the workplace. I work in the inpatient department and work night shifts on weekdays.

In addition, there is a photo of the list of doctors at Nanhua Hospital, which is quite detailed. It looks like it was made by touching the archives room. He looked through it roughly to make sure he knew it well. Then he started to take makeup tools and put on makeup in the image of Ozawa Ryoohion.

After a while, he put away his things, picked up the black-rimmed glasses prepared by the Shanghai Party Organization, put them on, and looked in the mirror. They were very good, not like...

But if you don't pay attention, it still looks very similar at first glance. Because of some facial features, and the bullied look that Wang Yan, a professional actor, pretends to be.

As long as the first glance is over, he can guarantee that he is facing away from the light and can't see his face clearly in the second glance, which makes the fake look real. After this short period of exploration, his current disguise has reached the second level, which is enough.

Putting away the white coat and other information, Wang Yan put on a top hat, took an umbrella, opened the window, and climbed down directly from the sixth floor, or to be more precise, fell down. He used his powerful upper limb strength to fall down from the windowsills one by one, just like in the movie. He left from another direction and walked towards Songjing Road.

Diswei Road is not far from Nanhua Hospital on Songjing Road, but he did not go there immediately. For safety reasons, he still explored the surrounding area. No problem!

He found a deserted place, climbed into the hospital, put on his white coat, buttoned it, walked around to find the inpatient building, appeared at the door, and walked in with his umbrella.

"Stop, take out your ID."

Seeing Wang Yan was about to go in, a doctor in a white coat at the door came over and stopped him rudely.

"Ha Yi." Wang Yan hurriedly stepped forward, turned sideways to avoid the light, and took out his work permit from his pocket.

He was humble on the surface, but in his heart he was thinking about this abnormal thing, because last night Lu Boda said that the news he sent back was that only the third floor was not allowed to enter, but he didn't say that you had to show your ID to enter the inpatient building, and the situation had changed.

And the little Japanese who stopped him didn't behave like a doctor, but more like a trained soldier. Yes, a soldier.

When both sides passed the ID, Wang Yan's hand touched the Japanese's hand, which was very rough. Such a hand should not belong to a doctor in a white coat.

He recalled in his mind how he broke into the hospital, carefully checking whether there were any loopholes...

"Ozawa-kun, didn't you receive the notice?"

"Of course not, it was just because it rained today and I accidentally got wet. I have been weak since I was a child and I get sick easily. After returning home, I felt a little uncomfortable, so I wanted to get those cold medicines back."

"Weak?" The Japanese who questioned him widened his eyes and looked up at Wang Yan: "Ozawa-kun, are you kidding me? We are not as tall as the Chinese, and your height is rare among the Japanese, but you say you are weak?"

If you pretend to be a Japanese, the height problem must be solved. He pretended to be a spy of the Special High Section, and that was sitting in the car. Now when breaking into the enemy camp, of course, you have to be careful about this most basic point. Those who are engaged in intelligence are not bad in this aspect.

Wang Yan pushed his glasses and said with a wry smile: "Maybe it's because of my genetic mutation. Weakness is the price of growing taller. Look at how thin I am."

"Well, it's probably a genetic mutation." The short Japanese man's eyes revealed confusion, but he was determined not to do it. He was about to continue talking when another Japanese man came over from a distance.

"Hao Xing, what's the situation?"

"Ah, Captain, nothing. It's Ozawa who feels uncomfortable in the rain and wants to come back to get some medicine." The Japanese man who was questioning nodded and replied.

The captain came closer, stared at Wang Yan who was smiling carefully, took the ID from the Japanese called Haoxing, closed it and patted Wang Yan on the chest: "No one can enter this building. Sorry, Xiaoze, please go to the front building to get medicine."

Wang Yan took the ID, staggered back two steps, coughed twice, and asked carefully: "Really...Okay, I'll go to the front building, sorry to bother you."

He wanted to argue a few more words, but when he saw the dangerous look in the eyes of the man called the captain, he was startled, bowed to the Japanese, put the ID in his pocket, turned around and left with an umbrella and coughing.

Looking at Wang Yan's back, the captain asked, "Are you sure there is this person?"

"Yes, captain, the list is here, I have been looking at it. I also asked them, and they all said that this Xiaoze Liangxiong is very careful, even very polite to the Chinese, and is a punching bag. He is from Guandong, and you heard his accent just now, it is definitely correct." Haoxing turned and ran to the side, picked up a stack of information, and found the file with Xiaoze Xiaoze Liangxiong's name.

The captain took it and glanced at it, nodded: "You did a good job, Haoji, keep working hard, I remember it."

Haoji took the file, stood straight, and was fooled by the words of his superiors...

The captain laughed at the fool in his heart, turned his head and looked at the back of the person who was slowly walking forward with an umbrella in the drizzle, and turned away...

He was a soldier and a captain, and the situation was completely different from what Lu Boda said. The problem is, we learned yesterday that Song Xiwen might be in Nanhua Hospital, but the information about Nanhua Hospital we got today changed to another situation in the evening. What does this mean?

It means that the person who stole the list in the hospital is likely to have been exposed.

This list is necessary and unnecessary. It is necessary to respond to the hospital's calls and screen Wang Yan's fake identity. It is unnecessary to be able to adapt to the situation and decide on life and death.

Perhaps it was to protect his safety, so he took the risk to steal the hospital doctor list in the archives. After all, his importance is no less than Song Xiwen.

Wang Yan did not give up. He went to the front building to get cold medicine from someone, and then walked out of the hospital gate normally, took off his white coat and put it away. After walking around, he returned to the wall behind the inpatient building.

This time he did not climb over the wall because he felt the gaze from above...

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