Costume Mountains and Rivers

There was another drizzle, and it fell unknowingly. The autumn wind rolled the cold rain and rushed towards people.

Mo Qinghe tried his best to keep his footsteps fast and silent. He walked around two narrow alleys and finally saw the entrance of the back garden of the two-story building. The movement in the place, while moving forward against the wet brick wall.

The night was deep and silent, except for the sound of the wind and his own breathing, he couldn't hear anything clearly. Sun Jicheng seemed to have stopped moving, and even the sporadic gunshots stopped.

Turning around a courtyard wall overgrown with vines, seeing the small building occupied by the Japanese was close at hand, Mo Qinghe took a deep breath, held the dagger in front of her body, and prepared to rush through.

Unexpectedly, just after taking two steps, a small sound suddenly came from the alley that he passed just now, like a hound pounced suddenly, and the footsteps followed behind him in an instant. Cover your mouth and nose.

The air supply was cut off suddenly, Mo Qinghe couldn't breathe well, and his brain was buzzing. He is a practicing family, although the danger came suddenly, he did not lose his mind at this time, but gritted his teeth and made a quick judgment.He felt that the comer's arms were like iron clamps, and he couldn't break free due to the great strength. He immediately reacted, grabbed his arms, put his feet on the wall, and was about to turn backwards with his strength.

The man was unprepared and was almost pulled backwards and fell to the ground. He let out a low whistle, raised his hand and summoned three or four thick men, who rushed up from behind. The two were responsible for holding down Mo Qinghe's hands and feet, and the other Come and go with him fighting for the dagger.

Mo Qinghe's explosive power is not very strong, but his light body is superior. His seemingly weak moves make his body slippery like a loach. Finding a way out of the imprisoned like iron walls, one-on-three silently fighting, no one can do anything to the other for a while.

The rainy night alley was extremely dark, and during the chaotic battle, the face of the person who came could not be seen clearly. He only felt that he was a farmer. The strange thing was that although the person who came was not kind, he did not intend to take Mo Qinghe's life. He subdued him, and his movements were silent, as if he was afraid of attracting the attention of others.

Mo Qinghe blocked the move while guessing the intention of the visitor. He remembered that when his mouth and nose were covered just now, he smelled a familiar smell from the opponent's palm. , but onions and garlic, mixed with the oily smell accumulated over the years, it seems that I have just finished a poor dinner.

Who suddenly robbed?Mo Qinghe was hesitating, but the other party was one step ahead of him. He grabbed his wrist and twisted it backwards. Taking advantage of his pain, he drew his gun and pointed it at Mo Qinghe's temple. Seeing this situation, the other two men hurriedly drew their guns to follow suit. Facing the threat of three guns, Mo Qinghe had no choice but to stop attacking and obediently wait for the opponent's next move.

"Who are you?" The speaker spoke with a strong Hebei Taihang Mountain accent, and his voice was low. "What are you doing here?"

Mo Qinghe noticed that the other person's face was dark, and the three guns in his hands were all different models, and suddenly he settled down a little bit to confirm his guess, and his heart began to beat wildly. He raised his eyes to look at the comer, and said in a low voice: "Kill the traitor, If you are Chinese, don't get in my way."

The man seemed to be taken aback, exchanged glances with the other two, and continued to ask: "Are you from Chiang Kai-shek's side? A soldier? Troop number?"

Mo Qinghe heard that the other party called Chiang Kai-shek, not the principal or the chairman of the committee, so he could almost conclude that he really met comrades.

In normal times, he would never admit his identity easily, except for the upline sent by the organization, but now time is tight, and Shen Peinan is indeed leading him to "pretend" the Communist Party, Mo Qinghe turned his head and looked behind him, seeing that there was no follower, He lowered his voice and said, "I'm from Yan'an."

The other three looked at me and I looked at you, completely lost in confusion, one of the simple and honest men put away his gun, scratched his head vigorously, and said to himself: "Didn't the mother say that we should lead the team to fight an ambush?" , why did you run out again?"

Hearing this, Mo Qinghe was almost [-]% sure of the guess just now, and he let out a long sigh of relief. He guessed the reason for the misunderstanding, probably the organization learned about Jiangshan's escape through other channels, followed all the way here, and was about to make a move. However, Shen Peinan's team pretending to be the Communist Party disrupted the situation.

Standing up and inquiring briefly, he guessed right. The team led by these men had just been transferred from Taihang Mountain to Tianjin, and they had been lurking in the alleys in the middle of the night. Unexpectedly, Shen Peinan's people suddenly appeared and gave the Japanese a meal first. After a severe blow, everyone was confused, and then Mo Qinghe, who was alone, was arrested and interrogated.

Shen Peinan's bad idea caused the real Communist Party and the fake Communist Party to collide with each other. It was like a real Li Kui meeting Li Gui. Mo Qinghe was so amused that he wanted to laugh, and said with a pursed mouth: "It's easy to deal with if you are one of us. Now that the Japanese are hiding in the building, no matter how many people there are, they won’t be able to attack, why don’t you give way and let me finish my work and go back to my business.”

He told the man in Hebei about his plan to sneak into the foreign building and kill the remaining Japanese soldiers and Jiangshan in one fell swoop. According to the base, we have all the cars ready."

He raised his hand and pointed backwards. Sure enough, there was a large abandoned garden at the end of the alley. There were many people lurking in the wormwood field. There was also a bullock cart full of straw. a grown man.

Mo Qinghe's mind turned, and the smile on his face immediately froze. He understood that no matter how the newspapers promoted the anti-Japanese war, the whole country was still in civil war, and Jiangshan had a large amount of military and diplomatic materials of the Kuomintang. A valuable asset, especially for the Eighth Route Army, which was at a disadvantage in the civil war. In addition, Jiang Shan, as the second person in the intelligence group, once personally managed a group of special agents to infiltrate the Communist Party, and even several of them have been lurking in Yan'an !

He clenched his fists and fell into a struggle, thinking that the country is of great significance. If he is killed according to Shen Peinan's order, the organization will suffer losses, but if he is taken away by his comrades, Shen Peinan will face reprimand from the party for serious dereliction of duty , downgrade, and may even destroy the leisurely life that has been painstakingly managed.

The most important thing is... He bit his lip and looked back at Xiaolou when he came here, like a child who wants to express himself, eager to make his lover happy, eager to receive comforting hugs and kisses, he couldn't imagine Shen Peinan knowing that The disappointment when Jiangshan was robbed by the Communist Party, and his thoughts turned to this, he suddenly felt sad, as if he knew that one thing would destroy the warmth he had so hard to get, but he had to do it.

The man from Hebei was explaining the structure of the western-style building endlessly. Seeing his worried face, he asked what the problem was. Mo Qinghe came back to his senses and realized that the palm of his hand was about to be pinched by his nails. Life is bitter, whatever you pursue, you will definitely not get."

He forced himself not to look in the direction of the small building, trying to recall the trusting eyes of Mo Liuchu and Li Mosheng, made up his mind, and said quietly: "Let's split up, I'll go in and open the way, you lead people to follow from a distance, wait for the right time Enter the house to rob people, escape through the window, and hold the Japanese job to me." He took the dagger and put it in his arms, leaned over to take off his shoes, knocked it twice, and poured out the small stones mixed in during the fight , squatting on the ground and raised his head, said: "Evacuate immediately after receiving the person, leave me alone."

The man saw that he was slender and fair but had a good kung fu. He was already admired in his heart. Now he heard that he was going to take the lead into the building. He was called a dead man. He admired him even more.

Mo Qinghe braved the rain and walked at night, dodging the flashlight beams that shot down from the roof of the building, turned over the garden railing into the backyard of the western-style building, passed through the clutter of holly trees, and stood against the wall at the bottom of the building. He took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to touch it, and found that his forehead was cold and wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or cold sweat.

According to the explanation of the Hebei man, he slowly touched the small window in the northeast corner. There is no power supply in the building. This is the only window where the flashlight can be observed with a telescope.

Looking for the direction, Mo Qinghe rolled up his trousers and cuffs, and sneaked into the fig bushes under the window. He observed the time it took for the guards to patrol around, and thus calculated the length of the corridor and the range of sight.The guard went back and forth twice, and Mo Qinghe guessed that he was about to reach the farthest point, so he carefully inserted the dagger into the crack of the window, moved the window latch a little bit, and with a pull of both hands, like a light owl, turned over and jumped in silently.

The corridor is dark, except for the light blue light cast by the small window on the opposite wall, only a beam of dim light from a flashlight in the distance, shooting aimlessly between the ceiling and the floor, the house has been abandoned for a long time, covered with dust and debris, The air was filled with a faint smell of rotten wood. With the light coming in from the sky, Mo Qinghe found a large side-by-side cabinet placed against the wall in the corridor, which was unlocked. Calculating the depth, it was just enough to hide a person.

He didn't act in a hurry, he quickly walked through the corridor like a ghost, hid in the corner formed by the large cabinet and the wall, held his breath, and waited for the arrival of the Japanese guards.

The large cabinet blocked his sight, and he couldn't see the Japanese soldiers. He could only observe the yellow light of the flashlight getting brighter and thinner. He faced the board and pressed his body as close as possible, smelling the musty smell of rotten wood. It was like facing a coffin.

The beam of light was about to reach his shoulder several times, but was blocked by the large cabinet just a few times away, so there was no danger.Finally, the sound of military boots rattling was close at hand. When Mo Qinghe saw the back of the Japanese soldier, he suddenly took out his dagger and jumped up, covering his mouth with one hand, and put the dagger in front of his neck with the other hand pull.

Accompanied by the groaning of the Japanese soldier, hot blood spurted from the neck, splashing the back of Mo Qinghe's hands wet and greasy. He turned his face in disgust, feeling the struggle of the person in his arms getting weaker and weaker until it was completely After not moving, he stretched his hands under his armpits and dragged them to the front of the large cabinet.

This process was not easy. The body of the dead man was extremely heavy, and his legs were long and straight, as if he would not bend at all. Fortunately, the contents of the cabinet had already been removed by the owner, and it was empty, which could just make a wide coffin, Mo Qinghe Stuffing the corpse in, he wiped off the plasma on the back of his hand vigorously with his military uniform, and closed the door of the large cabinet.

Holding the newly seized flashlight, Mo Qinghe moved forward along the patrol route of the Japanese soldiers against the wall. He didn't forget to look around in his nervousness. He saw that although the place was dilapidated, it still retained the shadow of the original luxury in the details. The four walls are pasted with black printed lacquered paper, and there are oil paintings in wooden photo frames hanging on the walls. Not far away is a curved wooden shelf with a pot of orchids on the top, which has completely withered.

"Boom!" Suddenly there was a muffled sound behind him, as if hitting a wooden board with a certain part of his body. Mo Qinghe felt his scalp go numb, and immediately raised his flashlight and turned around. The corridor was dark. The door opened a two-finger-wide gap, probably due to years of disrepair, the deformed wood, unable to bear the weight of a dead person.

He breathed out softly, walked a few steps forward, and suddenly worried that the large cabinet would be fully opened, exposing the body, so he thought he should go back and push the cabinet door again, turn around and use the flashlight to scan again , now the scalp was completely numb, and the door of the big cabinet closed by itself!

Mo Qinghe was quite frightened, and she really didn't want to look at the big cabinet used as a coffin. She turned around and walked quickly past the orchid shelf, and suddenly found that the corridor had come to an end, and there was a wide entrance hall with two doors leading to the corridor on the second floor. The stairs, one on the left and one on the left, are about 20 meters apart in the middle. The stairs are narrow and deep, like a mouth opening toward the darkness.

After the last shooting incident at the Yayin Clubhouse, he was a little immune to death, but the first time he killed himself, he was still sweating and almost drenched all over his clothes. He forced himself to suppress his fear and not think about the expression and weirdness of the dead body. Like a real soldier on the battlefield, he calmed down and walked from the stairs on the right to the second floor.

The wooden stairs rotted and echoed "squeak--".

Just as he was about to continue walking, there was the sound of light footsteps behind him. Before Mo Qinghe could react, a cold and wet hand stretched out and covered his mouth from behind!

Mo Qinghe was so startled that her scalp was about to explode, she subconsciously used all her strength to stab back with the knife, turned around and even used punches she was not good at, and threw an uppercut while holding the flashlight, but the follower reacted faster , stopped Mo Qinghe's right hand holding the knife with one hand, blocked his left fist with the other hand, and suddenly let out a gasping curse: "You son of a bitch, take it easy, my arm is hurt, it hurts me to death, are you going to be a widow! "

The sound was comparable to fairy music in such an environment. Mo Qinghe was dumbfounded. When she raised her head, she collided with Shen Peinan's gaze. She was in a daze when she was suddenly picked up by him and turned around in a circle, kissing her lips a few times. Seeing that he was still in shock, Shen Peinan smiled and said with a suppressed voice: "Little Queer, are you afraid? Do you miss me?"