With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

In the staff quarters of the provincial department store, Wang Huilin woke up from his sleep and sat up directly from the bed.

The bedside lamp was turned on. Feng Qiuxiang yawned, rubbed her eyes, and sat up from the bed: "Lao Wang, are you having a nightmare?"

Wang Huilin broke out in a cold sweat, with sweat all over his forehead and nose.

There was zero tolerance for enemy spies these days. The reason why the police released him was ostensibly to give him a chance to redeem himself, but in fact they did not want to alert the enemy.

By the time the enemy spy chief, the old general, is captured, if Wang Huilin has not made any significant contributions, he will definitely still be eating peanuts.

"Perform merit, I want to perform merit." The more Wang Huilin thought about it, the more frightened he became, and new cold sweat broke out on his hair.

"What's wrong with you? You're just an ordinary salesperson. What kind of achievement can you make?"

Feng Qiuxiang yawned again, put on her underwear and got out of bed. She walked to the bucket and filled a basin with water.

He came to the bed with a basin of water and said, "Wash your face and go to sleep. Don't think about making meritorious deeds all day. I know there are a lot of bonuses for making meritorious deeds, but my family is not lucky enough to have that. We should just live an honest and decent life."

"Honest?" Wang Huilin washed his face with water and thought to himself, "If God gives me a chance to start over, I will definitely live an honest life."

Feng Qiuxiang waited for him to finish wiping his face, put the washbasin on the basin rack, washed the towel and placed it on the basin rack.

"Go to bed and don't think about those things." Feng Qiuxiang yawned, turned off the desk lamp and went to bed.

Wang Huilin's sleepiness had been washed away by the cold water. He lay on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling, unable to fall asleep.

The words of Public Security Bureau Chief Pei Zhengming rang in my ears: "Wang Huilin, your head will remain on your neck for the time being.

Whether you can keep your head in the end depends on whether you can make up for your crime by performing great merits. You must have performed tremendous merits.

For example, if you provide me with powerful clues and help us capture the old general, I can do my best to save your life."

Wang Huilin gave a bitter smile. The old general was like a dragon that was hard to find from head to tail, and he didn't know whether the old general was a man or a woman.

"Hehe." The more Wang Huilin thought about it, the more upset he became. Lying on the bed felt like lying on pins and needles, with pain all over his body.

I don’t know how long it took, but my wife Feng Qiuxiang started snoring loudly, which made me even more upset.

Wang Huilin quietly put on his clothes, quietly got out of bed to put on his shoes, and quietly opened the door to the main room.

The moonlight outside was very bright. Wang Huilin looked up at the moon and tiptoed to the courtyard wall.

There were three figures standing in the alley, and the lights of three flashlights immediately shone over.

Wang Huilin quickly covered his face with his hands and stood there not daring to move. He knew that these three people were the police officers who were monitoring him.

Public security officer Wang Zheng took out his pistol and walked up to him: "You want to escape? Aren't you afraid of the gun in my hand? Do you think my bullets can't kill you?"

"No, no, report to the government, I just couldn't sleep, so I came to the yard to get some fresh air." Wang Huilin explained hurriedly.

"Fuck you, you bullshit! Do you think we are three-year-old kids?" The irritable Wang Dahai started to curse.

They were also very angry, and no one wanted to go out on a mission in the middle of the night.

"Wang Huilin, this is the first time and the last time. If I find out that you intend to run away again."

Wang Dahai put the gun directly to his face and said through his teeth: "Our superiors ordered us to kill you first and report later if you run away."

Wang Huilin broke out in a cold sweat again, his calves felt weak, and his tongue was somewhat out of control.

"You are not worthy of the surname Wang. As a salesperson in a department store that everyone admires, you actually betrayed your country and your nation."

Wang Dahai became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and he wished he could just shoot the enemy spy to death.

He gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice: "You bastard who brought shame to the ancestors of the Wang family, go back to sleep."

Wang Huilin hurried back to the main room, lay on the bed, covered his head, and couldn't help shaking all over.

His wife Feng Qiuxiang turned over, gnashing her teeth and continuing to snore loudly.

Wang Huilin forced himself to calm down and tried to recall the order notes he had received from the old general, which he had already destroyed.

He didn't know how long it had been, but his head suddenly buzzed and he remembered a typo.

The traditional Chinese character for country, “国”, has an all-encompassing character on the outside and the character “可能” or “或” on the inside.

The old general had an order in which three Chinese characters for "country" were written, but none of the "or" in it had a dot.

If one of the three characters "or" does not have that dot, it may be due to carelessness when writing it wrong. If there is no dot on all three characters, it may be the writing habit of the old general.

Thinking of this, Wang Huilin hurriedly put on his shoes and got out of bed, quickened his pace to the courtyard wall, and stuck his head directly out of the wall.

The three figures were at the entrance of the alleys on both sides. Wang Huilin said hurriedly: "Promise the three governments, I have thought of an important clue."

"Fuck you, who are the three governments? There is only one government." Wang Dahai pulled out his gun again: "What important clues? Tell me now!"

Wang Huilin didn't dare to wipe the sweat off his face, and lowered his voice and said, "The old general has a habit of not writing the dot inside when writing traditional Chinese characters."

"Are you sure?" Wang Dahai suddenly got excited, with stormy waves rising in his heart.

Sometimes, the more earth-shattering and major the case, the more simple and unpretentious the clues to solving it are.

"I guarantee with my head that what I said is absolutely true. I have burned the letter with the Chinese character "国" on it, but I remember it clearly. The Chinese character "国" has no dot on it."

Wang Huilin seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, his hands clenched into fists, and his whole body was shaking.

The air began to quiet down. After about ten seconds, Wang Dahai put away his gun and said, "Wang Huilin, go back to sleep. Don't play tricks on us."

Although these words are still very domineering, the tone has become much gentler.

Wang Huilin heard the sound of nature: "Thank you, government. Thank you, government."

"Alright, alright, go back to sleep." Wang Dahai's tone became gentler, and he said, "Our leader also said that as long as you can make amends for your crime, we won't make things difficult for you."

Wang Huilin breathed a sigh of relief, feeling light all over. He returned to the main room, lay on the bed without locking the door, and fell asleep quickly.

Wang Dahai rode his bicycle all night long and rushed all the way to the home of Director Pei Zhengming. He banged on the door to wake Pei Zhengming up and reported the information that the old general wrote the character "国" instead of the character "点".

Pei Zhengming rode his bicycle to Bi Zhengfang, banged on the door to wake Bi Zhengfang up, and reported the information in detail.

"Good, good, well done!" Bi Zhengfang patted Pei Zhengming's shoulder fiercely: "As long as we find those people who made typos, we can find the enemy spy chief, the old general."

Pei Zhengming scratched his head: "Old leader, that's what you said, but there are more than 100,000 people in our provincial capital, how can we find them?"