Spy Town Fog

The night in Xifeng is always covered with a thin layer of mist, and it feels like the moisture in the air may fall at any time.

Fang Sihu and the squad leader asked for leave to go to Jiku's office. The office of the district captain and the instructors is on the other side of the playground, facing the students' dormitories.

Fang Sihu is in a good mood. Ever since he came to this school, he has an indescribable joy in his heart. He doesn't miss the prosperity of the big city. Instead, he thinks that this is the place where soldiers should study.

Fang Sihu walked lightly to the door of Jiku's office.He yelled a report, pushed the door lightly and walked in.

This is a standard man's room. There are four treasures of study on a black desk, some forms are spread out on the desk, and military caps and armor belts are neatly hung on the wall.Camel cigarettes and a lighter are neatly placed beside the pen holder.

A relatively rare thermos cup is steaming with steaming water. There is no other aroma in the room except the mature scent of a man, just the mountain breeze with the fragrance of birds and flowers blowing in from the window.

The chair was covered with a military uniform. It was obvious that no one was in this room. Looking inside, it was a connected room with an office in the front and a bedroom in the inside. Jiku should be in the room at the moment.

Sure enough, Jiku came out from inside, while wiping his body wearing only a military vest with a towel, he looked at Fang Sihu with a little smile. "Number 096, what's your name?" He asked casually, as if two people were chatting.

Fang Sihu stared at Jiku intently. This should be a standard soldier. His muscles are not very developed but they are well-proportioned. Wild chest hair, not very thick but enough to reflect a manly taste.

Where the straight military trousers were wet with water droplets, the contours of the raised hills could be vaguely seen, which seemed more menacing than his own.

Fang Sihu took a look and blushed a little. What's the matter? It's Zhou Jinfeng, a kid who always pokes about himself when he's free, which makes him like to look at men's bodies now.

Although there is nothing wrong with it, it also feels weird.Could it be the turmoil of adolescence that disturbed my heart?Fang Sihu stopped his gaze and turned to the pen holder on the table. This pen holder was made of cowhide and looked very heavy, but in fact it was very delicate and simple. It was somewhat similar to the pen holder of his master.

Maybe because he felt familiar, he walked over gently, picked up the pen holder and observed, the brown suede was covered with orange-red wide edges, and the beige smooth leather strips were woven into a triangular pattern.There is a white heart-shaped smooth leather inlaid in the middle, and a wolf's head is embroidered on it. It looks like a very peaceful wolf's head, but I always feel that the eyes are full of murderous intent.

Two lines of gilded cursive script face each other obliquely, "The forest is dark and the grass is frightened by the wind, the general draws his bow at night." Fang Sihu stared at these two lines in a daze.

After wiping, Jiku put on his shirt, sat down, and found that Fang Sihu was reading with the pen holder, his gaze was watching him gently for a while, and then turned into a kind of indifference. "You also like this pen holder?" His words were soft, but enough for Fang Sihu to hear.

Fang Sihu hurriedly put down the pen holder, realizing that he was too forgetful, and seemed a little too casual. After all, this is the private space of the instructor, so he was a little rude.

"Report, I'm just curious. This should be something produced in the grasslands of Inner Mongolia. My master is from the grasslands. He has such a pen holder, which is very similar to yours, so I couldn't help picking it up. I'm sorry, sir." Sihu replied very calmly, and he told the reason in his heart.

"Master, you have practiced martial arts. I can see that you are good today." Jiku smiled and handed him a glass of water. Fang Sihu's words have already exposed that he has practiced martial arts and has never practiced martial arts. People don't have the title of master.

"Do you know where this is?" Jiku stared at Fang Sihu, hiding the gentle light just now.

"Police academy, military academy." Fang Sihu's answer was not even sure for himself, he saw the sign of the police academy, but the song of the Whampoa Military Academy he learned made him feel a kind of uncertainty, so he was like this answer.After answering, I also felt a little weird, looked at Jiku embarrassedly and smiled.

"That's right. To be precise, you are now soldiers of the party-state, you are a policeman, but you are not ordinary policemen. After you have undergone rigorous training, you will become a policeman who can complete special tasks. Or a special agent. , that is, what people often call a spy, do you understand?"

This kind of conversation is actually going on with every instructor, but only Jiku and Fang Sihu have the most harmonious conversation.I don't know why?Jiku thought it would be better to talk to Fang Sihu like this.

"As long as I can serve the party and the country and beat the Japanese devils, I don't care what I call it." Fang Sihu thought so, and said so.

He only wants to serve the motherland in his heart, since he is a soldier, he must obey orders as his bounden duty.This is a truth that I have always wanted to be a soldier and read in many books.

"Okay, very good, I'm proud of you. But you need to fill out a form, and your kung fu, don't show it easily, learn to hide yourself, you know?" Jiku handed over a form and handed In Fang Sihu's hand, he gently pulled out a chair and let him sit down.

The lights-out signal sounded euphemistically in the night sky, Fang Sihu was lying on the bed, looking at the moonlight outside the window with a pair of bright eyes.

He was pondering over that pen holder, it was strange, that pen holder was exactly the same as the master's pen holder, the difference was that the master's pen holder had the last two lines of this poem on it: Pingming looking for the white feather, not in the stone edge.He didn't tell Jiku himself, because he didn't fully trust anyone, he only believed in his own eyes, which was taught by his master.

At midnight, a figure flashed into the room of Feng Sanqiang, director of the Academic Affairs Supervision Office, and the opened door was gently closed.Under the shadow of the faint moonlight, I saw two not-young bodies entangled together.

A woman is very round, with a round breast, a round butt, and a round Taoyuanxi.The man is very dry, with dry hands, dry legs, dry lips, and dry buttocks. The only thing that is not dry is that his Huigen is straightening the handle of the gun at the moment, struggling to kill.

When the woman howled like a wild wolf three or four times, the excess water in her body had already soaked up the prestige of that dry man.The door opened with a creak, and the coquettish woman walked back to her room with a smug smell all over her body. You can see his face clearly, she is Lan Yuejing.