Costume Mountains and Rivers

Mo Qinghe's destination is a mahjong club called "East, West, North, South Wind" in the center of Hangzhou. It is located in a poetic and quiet side street, adjacent to banks and cafes.Since the war of aggression against China began, spies in the Far East have been keen on this kind of intelligence trading base. They jokingly called playing cards and drinking tea here as "listening to the wind", which is not entirely unreasonable.

This is the location that Yunyang conveyed to him in code in his suicide note, and it is also the fastest but most risky way to reconnect with the organization.

Mo Qinghe wore a decent Serge suit, and carried a heavy square suitcase, jumped out of the car, and stomped his feet vigorously—the soles of the new leather shoes were too thin, and he could almost feel the shape of the tiles under his feet. His toes were numb from the cold.Then he took out his money bag and generously gave the rickshaw driver a big reward.

The coachman said a lot of words in dialect, and left with a smile on his face. Mo Qinghe pushed his glasses, stood at the entrance of the mahjong parlor, and let out a sigh of relief.

This is the third day of his stay in Hangzhou, and it is also the last day of the agreed date. Whether he succeeds or fails depends entirely on today.

Mo Qinghe stood still on the side of the road, looking around with his peripheral vision. Someone was poking around at the corner of the street. Based on his accumulated experience in the past few days, the person following him should have nothing to do with him. That is to say, he is still safe for the time being. state.

He lowered his head and brushed the hem of his suit, cleared his throat, but when the copper bell hanging at the door rang, the door of the mahjong hall suddenly opened, and a well-dressed newlyweds came out arm in arm, the boss nodded and bowed He sent them to the car, and when he saw Mo Qinghe, he hurriedly put on a smile, leaned over and said, "Boss Gu is here, please come in quickly, please come in quickly."

The two wooden doors were closed at the back, the cold winter wind was kept out, and the charcoal fire was burning inside. As soon as he walked in, Mo Qinghe's field of vision was immediately filled with white mist, so he had no choice but to take off his glasses and use his clothes to Wipe the horns, and put it on seriously.The business of the mahjong parlor is very good today, the ten or so square tables are almost full of people, the creaking sound of the store door opening and closing is quickly drowned out by the rattling sound of shuffling the cards, no one looks back at him, but Mo Qinghe knows that every day Everyone noticed his presence.

Maintaining a reserved and polite smile, he sat down in front of a coffee table in the corner, naturally crossed his legs, snapped his fingers at a lady at the front desk, and someone immediately brought coffee and a sugar jar.Mo Qinghe acted quite gentlemanly, lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, picked up a small spoon leisurely, poured a spoonful of sugar into the coffee and stirred slowly.

His movements were orderly, and the boss stood aside with a smile, showing no sign of urging him.

Mo Qinghe was not too polite, he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, stroking the armrest of the high-quality leather sofa with his palm - just the morning before yesterday, on this sofa, he paid a staggeringly high price to the Oriental woman at the opposite table. In exchange for an irrelevant piece of military information.

Of course, it was not a deal on the bright side. No one in this mahjong parlor would be that stupid, but at the end of the game, he kept a delicate smile and dropped a large handful of playing cards in his hand one by one. He took out three gold bars from his suitcase as gambling money.Not banknotes, not cash, but yellow gold bars.The oriental geisha on the opposite side laughed exaggeratedly, quickly pocketed the gold bars, and said in blunt Chinese: "Mr. Gu is not lucky in this game."

Mo Qinghe didn't change her expression, she took a piece of paper from the woman under the table, pinched it in the palm of her hand, then skillfully shuffled and dealt the cards, and said with a smile: "Your skills are inferior to others, I'm laughing at you."

The gamble was not over yet, the store owner had already delivered snacks and cigars with a nod and bow, and in the next hour, all the customers in the store heard the news - the new customer looked gentle and generous, and it was said that he was a The only son of a banker named Gu.

No one believed the second half of his sentence, and no one would take the time to verify it. Only the first half of the sentence is enough. For the spies who often listen to the wind and make money here, everyone is performing, and what everyone said None of them are true, but there are turbulent undercurrents. A facial expression or a line that I don't know the so-called, may bring huge benefits, or have many murderous intentions.

Mo Qinghe felt sorry for the three gold bars, and at the same time secretly thanked Shen Shuzhu for his support. Fortunately, he had enough gambling funds so that he could calmly last until the third day.

For example, now, Mo Qinghe is leaning comfortably on the sofa, quietly observing the guests around him, only to see a table of men dressed as staff members playing bridge not far from him, one of them is smiling calmly, but Mo Qinghe knew that this man was making a crucial transaction. According to Mo Qinghe's observations in the past two days, this man had never made small moves in playing cards, but at this moment, his feet were trembling slightly.There was also a couple I met just now when we walked in the door. They must have known each other for no more than three hours, because when the husband called his wife to get in the car, the woman who played the wife failed to catch her own name twice in a row.

Seeing that Mo Qinghe didn't intend to play cards for the time being, the shop owner brought a small dish of cake on his own initiative, and said with a smile, "Did you have an appointment this morning?"

Mo Qinghe fiddled with a deck of poker at hand, and replied casually: "I don't know if Mr. Jin will come, but I heard that he is a good player at cards."

Mr. Jin in his mouth is an active communist in this mahjong parlor. It is said that he is a double agent of Japan and the CCP. He has been using his identity as an underground organization to sell information for profit.As soon as he entered the mahjong parlor, Mo Qinghe was the first to target him. However, when spies engage in intelligence trading activities, the top priority is to cover up their intentions. The guy is in danger of selling back.

In order to deceive others, Mo Qinghe frequently paid high prices to buy all kinds of useless information in the first two days, including that the traitors in Hangzhou City will hold a welcome dance for the Japanese army on the [-]th of next month, the Japanese Concession will soon issue a new anti-drug order, and food prices will increase again. Yicun was appointed as the special commissioner of the new government by default.The various spies stationed in the mahjong parlor have different opinions on his real intentions, but he has successfully turned himself from an untrusted "newcomer" to a hot overnight.After squandering a total of six gold bars, he finally got Lao Jin's approval. Under the mahjong table last night, he received today's connection information from an unidentified bald man.

Of course, for Mo Qinghe at this moment, the useful information is nothing more than two kinds of information, one is the pass to leave the city, and the other is the location of the new contact point of the CCP organization in Hangzhou city, these are all that old Jin may know.

The owner of the mahjong parlor heard that Mo Qinghe was inquiring about Lao Jin, showing an ambiguous expression, and then said: "Him? I haven't seen anyone these days, and I don't know where to get rich, but counting the days, it's time to come. "

Mo Qinghe said thank you, maintaining an elegant gentlemanly smile, the boss was very sensible, bowed and greeted other guests.

Time passed by every minute, and it was still a quarter of an hour before the appointed time. The number of customers in the store continued unabated, and the sound of laughter and pushing chips became higher and higher. Mo Qinghe smoked three cigarettes in a row Cigarette, lightly snuff out the last cigarette butt in the disk, and start preparing for the meeting.

He was concentrating on how to speak cleverly so that old Jin could tell the location of the communication base without letting him see through his attempt to smuggle someone out of the city.

Mo Qinghe glanced at his watch, it was five past eleven, and when the time came, Lao Jin still didn't show up.

Perhaps watching himself in the dark, he took a sip of coffee and tried to suppress his nervousness.At this moment, a short and fat man in the other corner of the mahjong parlor suddenly stood up, exchanged greetings with his friend at the same table, walked across half of the shop, sat directly opposite Mo Qinghe, gave him a cigar, and said with a smile : "I heard that Mr. Gu works for the northwest side, are you interested in playing two rounds?"

The hairs all over Mo Qinghe's body stood up, and his eyes were fixed on the playing cards in the man's hand, but the other party didn't make any further moves.It wasn't Lao Jin, he thought silently in his heart, he recognized this guy, he was a Kuomintang spy who was good at reselling information.

He put on a polite smile, waved his hand and said, "I've been very unlucky these two days, I can only lose but not win."

There was something in his words, implying that he only bought information and had no intention of selling anything, the man curled his lips and left.

Mo Qinghe glanced at his watch again, it was ten past eleven o'clock, he felt a little anxious, maybe Lao Jin was worried about himself, and didn't plan to show up on time, there is nothing wrong with prudent people, but the time left for Mo Qinghe is not enough many.

Just as he was trying to think of new countermeasures, the brass bell on the door of the mahjong parlor rang, and the door opened, and the cold wind scrambled into the room. A tall, thin man in a dark gray suit appeared at the door, wearing a hat. A wide-brimmed top hat, with the brim pressed down very low, almost covering the entire face, with a smooth chin, and a bluish-white complexion.

Mo Qinghe looked at the visitor from the corner of her eye, her chest seemed to be tightly grasped by a hand, and she was a little breathless.

The guest who just appeared was obviously a regular customer, and he walked towards the front desk with ease. The man was tall and handsome, and he leaned forward slightly, leaning forward, leaning on the front desk with his elbow, and took out two oceans of membership admission fee with the other hand and handed it to the cashier , then turned around, one step, two steps, walked towards Mo Qinghe through the noisy gamblers.No one turned to look at him, and he didn't linger at any table. In fact, this is unnatural in itself. The man is handsome, and it is easy to attract others' attention wherever he is placed.

Mo Qinghe squeezed the poker cards in her hand even tighter, her ten fingers exerted all her strength, and her knuckles were slightly white.

He was short of breath, and a voice kept repeating in his head, it wasn't him, it wouldn't be him.

The man sat down opposite Mo Qinghe, and he didn't take off his top hat. He just took one out of the cigar dish and held it in his mouth. The bony wrist was exposed, with a suspicious bruise stretched across it.

With a thin chirp, the wrapping paper of the playing card was torn open. The man stretched out two slender fingers, and skillfully pushed the cards into a fan, picked out a king of spades, and pushed it with his middle finger. In front of Mo Qinghe.

Mo Qinghe's face suddenly lost its color, his hands shook violently, according to the agreed joint code, he took the cards, picked out another 3 of hearts and pushed it to the man. The man glanced at it and quickly put the whole deck of cards together , calling Mr. Gu in a low voice.

The man's voice was soft and sweet, just like the pea yellow that was sold everywhere in the city of Beiping, a whole piece of soft, waxy and fragrant.Mo Qinghe stared at his thin and protruding wrist bones, shook her lips, and greeted in a voice she couldn't hear clearly: "How are you? Liu Chu."

Mo Liuchu took a deep puff of cigarette, put the top hat on the table, stared at Mo Qinghe intently, remained silent for a long time, and replied softly: "Shaoxuan."