The Pretender--Liang Yan Dangshuanggui

Minglou started to have nightmares as an exception.After Wang Manchun came back to him, he rarely had nightmares.

There was no light at all in the dream, and a black mist covered everything.In the dream, he was dressed in black, and his whole body was shrouded in black night.Going forward, going back, there is no light at all.He tried to call Wang Manchun's name aloud, and saw the scene where Wang Manchun fell in the flour mill, tried to call Ming Jing's name, but saw the scene where Ming Jing was shot at the train station.

The dense fog gradually dissipated. In the dream world, there was no Wang Manchun who had become his wife by his side, no bright mirror who had safely arrived in the United States, and no smiling Yu Manli by Mingtai's side. He only had Ah Cheng by his side. The two fought alone in Shanghai until the last moment.

Loneliness is eternal loneliness in the dream.

Minglou woke up. From his dream, the bedroom was also dark, so he opened his eyes suddenly in such darkness.He held his breath to listen to Wang Manchun's breathing, which was shallow, but it proved that the people around him were still there.He broke out in a cold sweat, and hugged Wang Manchun's arm tighter and tighter until he could smell the fragrance from her hair and feel her breath around his neck.

Fortunately, it was a dream, he thought to himself.

Wang Manchun was awakened by his movements.With eyes narrowed and a sleepy look, he raised his head from his arms with a hoarse voice.

"Why did you wake up?" Wang Manchun asked.

Minglou kissed her forehead, "I had a dream, it's okay, go to sleep."

"Do you have a headache again?" Wang Manchun said, taking his hand out of the quilt, pressing his index finger on Minglou's temple, and rubbing it lightly.

Minglou wanted to tell her that he didn't have a headache, but he felt that she had fallen asleep again, but his hands were still placed on both sides of his head, and even his index finger was still unconsciously tapping.Minglou laughed silently in the dark night, gently stuffed her hands back into the quilt, hugged her and fell asleep again.

Ming Jing took Ah Xiang to the United States, and among the remaining three, only Ah Cheng had mastered the skill of cooking, so Ah Cheng always made breakfast, or drove out to buy it.

When Ming Lou adjusted his tie and was about to go downstairs, Wang Manchun was just about to draw his own eyebrows.Minglou watched as she took the eyebrow pencil and drew her eyebrows gradually and thickly. With careful thought, he took the eyebrow pencil from her hand and drew the final brow tip for her.

Wang Manchun looked at himself in the mirror, slapped Minglou's hand, took something to erase the crooked bit of his drawing just now, and re-drawn it.

Ah Cheng went out in the morning, ran a short distance, and bought some small wontons, which are now cooking in the kitchen.The three of them have to eat almost every few days, from the spring when Der Spiegel left until now that winter is coming.As soon as Mingjing left, there were only three of them left in the big house. The so-called not talking about politics at home basically became a decoration regulation hanging on the wall. As long as the three of them got together, they would work and work.

No one is at the gates of the house, and they are a little more cautious about many things.The lock of the study room was specially refitted by Ah Cheng, and some incense ash was specially sprinkled on the mat at the door to see if anyone had entered it.There are only two bedrooms left, the mirror and Mingtai are directly evacuated and locked, and the small ancestral hall is also closed, and Minglou occasionally goes in to burn incense.

The strike action a few months ago did not improve the situation in Shanghai much. The Japanese seemed to have anticipated the disadvantages of the war and began to search for property that could be plundered in Shanghai.The property of the Ming family was watched by Ming Lou, and most of it was transferred to the United States. The damage was not much, but the few families in Shanghai were probably injured, and they would have to wait a few years after the war.

All three went to work after dinner.

After Minglou sat in the office for a while, Ah Cheng walked in again.Seeing his hurried appearance, Minglou wondered if there would be any important information.

Shanghai, as a gathering and distributing center for intelligence, lacks nothing but intelligence dealers. These people only care about how many gold bars you give them, and don't care about what information you buy or which side you are from.Although Minglou hates these gray area people who use national intelligence to make money, sometimes they have to rely on their extensive news network.He could even get some news from the Japanese military department, and he had to admit that these people were good at intelligence.

The several important pieces of information that Minglou passed on were gathered from bits and pieces of bought information. His macroscopic grasp of the war gave him an accurate intuition and provided many useful things for the frontline .

But this time Ah Cheng didn't bring any good news.He walked in a hurry, and the black woolen coat was brought out a little by the hasty footsteps.

"Something went wrong." Ah Cheng said.

Minglou can't remember the last time Ah Cheng talked to him like this. It seems that Aunt Gui made a tape recorder before Fujita Fangzheng died. At that time, Mingtai's voice was heard, and their identities were immediately revealed. To be exposed.Thinking of this, Ming Lou couldn't help but sit upright.

"You said."

"I have lost contact with the two intelligence dealers who sold us information for two days. This is a bit abnormal. Today I passed by the teahouse where they usually trade information on the pretext of buying winter clothes, and saw people from the super-high class. "

Ming Lou stood up abruptly, and the chair scratched harshly on the floor, "How far away is this relationship from you?"

"On the two floors, the information is aggregated to each group in Shanghai Station, and then to me. They haven't even seen my face."

"Immediately inform all teams to keep silent, and keep it for a long time. Let those who have had contact with these two people, no, let all the team members who have directly bought information, immediately transfer to the safe room, and the others keep silent."

"Where is sister-in-law?"

"She plays more smoothly in the military intelligence network than me. Now that you know it, she is probably about the same."

"I'll do it right away."

"Be careful."

Wang Manchun is indeed more fluent in intelligence than Minglou, she knows a few minutes earlier than Minglou.The team leader under her came here in person, and in the name of pursuing the interns of the newspaper office, he sent a large bunch of roses, and everyone got one on the table.Wang Manchun stepped out, told them all to be silent after understanding the situation, and gave the same order as Minglou.

But things obviously don't end there.A corner of the huge Shanghai intelligence network was turned up, and the longitude and latitude of the entire network began to collapse.

In the past five days, Ming Lou has already been called a special high class three times because of the intelligence dealers who have been caught one after another.

When he returned to Ming's house today, his expression was a little unhappy.For Chief Ming, who has always been moody and angry, to show such an expression, something must have happened.

Ah Cheng still had Minglou's coat on his hand, and stood quietly behind him.

This is what Wang Manchun saw when he walked into the study.She had just put the meals delivered by the restaurant on the table, and she was here to ask them to eat.It is conservatively estimated that they have been standing like this for nearly half an hour.

She silently walked to Cheng's side, took the coat from his arms, hung it on the hanger, and said, "Let's go eat."

I don't know the taste of a meal.Wang Manchun ordered a dish according to her own preferences, and the rest were what Ah Cheng and Minglou liked, and there was also a can of chicken soup, which she had just reheated before telling them to eat.

She looked at the few meals on the table and thought to herself, what a waste.

The silence lasted until the three returned to the study.

"What happened?" Wang Manchun asked.

Minglou stared at her for a long time, then said helplessly, "We have to prepare to evacuate."

What Minglou feels now is a sense of frustration, which seems to prove to a certain extent that Okamura Mu is not a vegetarian either.After the case of Li Shiqun, the new group C, which was under the command of the army, was completely annihilated. It started with two small soldiers who contacted the intelligence dealers, and caught a downline who usually had no access to secrets, and then the leader of group C went offline directly.It has been a day since that person was brought into the extra-high class, but he doesn't know how long he can last.

Ming Lou is just lucky now that the several teams under him are not intersecting with each other, and they don't know each other's team members' level tasks.In this way, even if he evacuated, as long as one more person was sent to the Military Command Shanghai Station, it could be re-established in a short time.It's just that Wang Manchun was involved and they had to evacuate together.

He doesn't have to worry about the underground network. After all, before he returned to Shanghai, the whole organization had a certain window period, and it was running very well. Now he is not the only direct contact with the above. Wang Manchun's entire group She was the only one left, so it wasn't impossible without him.

Thinking of this, he felt a little faintly proud. It is also something to be proud of to build a relatively complete system of agent networks on both sides in a few years.

"Already, have you asked for instructions?" Wang Manchun asked.

"The request for instructions sent yesterday has received a reply today. Mr. Dai has already started mediating with the Japanese after receiving the urgent telegram yesterday. Makiya Okamura has vaguely guessed some clues today, but he didn't say anything." Ah Cheng answered her question, "Mr. Dai means that the car is light and easy, and we will fly to Chongqing tomorrow, the three of us."

"You will receive the transfer task tonight." Minglou said to Wang Manchun.

"Are you making decisions for me like this?" Wang Manchun felt a little unbelievable. She has been in Shanghai for more than ten years, not to mention self-protection, she also has the ability to make a few waves, but now she wants to leave completely.

Ming Lou winked at Ah Cheng, and Ah Cheng closed the door and backed out.

"Manchun, Shanghai can no longer accommodate us." Minglou said slowly, last time because of Wang Manchun's self-sacrifice, Minglou and the others were able to stand firmly in Shanghai, but now they can't stay again, "here It's not just our home, it's our battleground, and we need to leave now."

"To Chongqing?" Wang Manchun asked, "Doctor Su and the others..."

"Hei Xiong has been in Shanghai for a while, and the business is doing well, so there will be no problems here."

"Have you asked the Southern Bureau for instructions?"

"Temporary silence, waiting for instructions."

"I really have to go." Wang Manchun looked at the dark sky outside, there was no moon at all today, and the whole yard was dark.She had hoped that this city could witness her own battle. She had hoped that she could wait here until the day the war was won, to see the displaced people return to their homeland, and to see the Japanese flag completely torn from all the flagpoles in Shanghai. down.

Minglou hugged her tightly from behind, he thought the same as her, "I will come back, one day, I want you to promise. When I come back again, maybe I can see our party flag. "He was talking about the red party flag, and Wang Manchun knew it.

Wang Manchun thought for a while, maybe because he thought that the party flag hanging in Shanghai is a very good thing, he felt a little more comfortable, and joked with Minglou: "Your nightmare is really magical, and something bad happened now."

Minglou thought for a while, then shook his head, "It's not a prophecy, it's just a reminder not to make the mistakes of the past again."

Minglou never wanted to tell what exactly he dreamed about, he loved the life where everyone was present, and never wanted to return to the loneliness in the dream.

Everything went smoothly on the way to the airport the next day, but when he was about to board the plane, Okamura Maki also brought a group of people around.Wang Manchun grasped the gun in an instant, and Minglou pressed her hand to signal not to act rashly.

Okamura Mu also waved his hand, and a dozen people put down their guns, even the insurance.Wang Manchun looked it over. If the situation was like this, even if the three of them fought, they would have a chance of winning.

Okamura Mu also took a step forward, "When we cooperated earlier, I wanted to say that Director Liang was a real person, but I didn't expect Mr. Ming to be the real clumsy person."

"It makes Mr. Okamura laugh, Ming Lou always thinks he is an expert."

"Of course Mr. Ming is, otherwise Shanghai would not be where it is today. I will be going to Nanjing to report on my work in the near future."

"I also hope that Mr. Okamura is going well." Minglou's mouth curved slightly, looking at the group of people at Okamura Muya, who did not show any intention of moving away, "Mr. Dai still hopes that Mr. Okamura will remember the conditions we negotiated before. "

When Minglou said this, he silently calculated how much the people around him could play. Today, Hei Xiong brought three people to the airport to ensure that they boarded the plane safely. There was also one of his own people on the plane to ensure that the plane was not tampered with. The army commander of the group is also waiting here now.

With the winning ticket in hand, Minglou smiled again and said, "Mr. Okamura, do you need me to bring one to Mr. Dai?"

Okamura Mu also secretly resented that Minglou had stayed under his hands for several years without showing any flaws, and finally he knocked out a crack, and Chongqing was willing to pay the price to let his family go back.Okamura knew in his heart that if something happened to Minglou here, it would be more risky for him to go to Nanjing to report on his work.

Helpless, Okamura Mu could only wave his hand to let people get out of the way.

Wang Manchun started to feel sleepy as soon as she got on the plane, Minglou asked for a thin blanket to cover her body, and read a book quietly in her hand.It was already dark when we arrived in Chongqing, and when Minglou got off the plane, he saw Mingtai acting like a playboy, wishing he could slap a book on his head.

Mingtai specially changed into a blue suit today, the ties are all patterned, and the square scarf is also brightly colored.Yu Manli was also wearing a brightly colored cheongsam, without the disguise of a Shanghai beach dancer, she looked like a lily in a gorgeous vase.

It can be regarded as a small reunion.