From Chen Miao's eyes and their years of tacit understanding, Lao Fan confirmed that Chen Miao was serious.

He is Chen Miao's online, and he is a Chinese teacher at Shanghai Minli Middle School. They have always been in contact with each other and have cooperated well in recent years.

"Old Fan, be careful. I heard that the black hand of No. 76 also reached into the school. Be careful when your "School Association" is in the meeting." Chen Miao reminded him before leaving.

"Be careful of yourself."

"I am a disaster and I cannot die."

"Don't play too much, I don't expect to find a way to help you collect the body." Old Fan snorted coldly. He has always been disgusted with Chen Miao's careless look. He always pinched every time he met. He didn't even know how to communicate without saying a few words.

"Let's go..."

Chen Miao did not lie. He did have a safe house nearby. In a deep alley on Maiyang Road in the French Concession, he rented a loft on the top floor of Shikumen.

The population here is complex and is a place to hide.

Although he didn't live here, he carefully checked the mark he made when he left last time. If someone had come in, he would know immediately.

"Hiss..."

He took off his shirt with difficulty and tore off the gauze that had been stuck to the wound. Chen Miao's body kept trembling and sweating, and his body felt almost as if he was being drained.

Since it is a safe house, it must be prepared. Take out a medical box from a rattan box under the bed, which has very complete alcohol, gauze and other things.

It is common for people who do his job to get injured. If the family does not prepare a medicine box and goes to the clinic and hospital for treatment after being injured, then there will be grass on the grave.

He couldn't see the wound completely, so he found a small round mirror to look at it. Xiaoqi's wound was well treated and he cut off all the inflamed rotten flesh.

It will definitely be more difficult to endure the pain and change the dressing and bandage it alone.

I injected myself another fever-reducing injection.

He exhausted all his strength in his body and lay on the hard bed without wanting to move.

I fell asleep in a daze, and didn't know when I woke up. I looked out the window and it was dark outside.

He struggled to get up, and a strong sense of hunger came from his belly. On that day, he didn't have a bite of hot rice.

There was a curfew and the power was cut off.

Only kerosene lamps can be lighted.

I felt a bag of biscuits at the bottom of the box, and I don’t know when it was prepared. Now it would be nice to have a bite to satisfy my hunger.

Fortunately, there was still some water in the kettle, otherwise, he wouldn't even drink a sip of water this night.

Chen Miao ate nearly half of the bag of biscuits with a mouthful of water and a bite of biscuits. It was really hard to swallow, so he simply stopped eating them. Anyway, it was not long before dawn.

I touched my forehead and it wasn't that hot anymore. This is a good phenomenon. It seems that I can get through this level.

He didn't understand what to do next.

Chen Mingchu's betrayal was fatal to the Military Control Commission Shanghai District, and it is likely to cause severe damage to the entire Shanghai District's organs and severe damage to their vitality.

It has been a day and two nights now, and he doesn't know what the situation is outside, and he cannot rashly contact people he knows.

What to do? Hiding here is not a solution. With Chen Mingchu’s understanding of him, it is not difficult to find him.

Of course, he would not let the other party come to the door.

The situation of struggle in Shanghai is becoming more and more complicated. This high-pressure life, which is on the verge of life and death every day, feels a bit breathless.

He now felt like he was walking on a wire rope, with cliffs in front and behind, and a bottomless abyss below. If he was not careful, he would have to smash it to pieces.

It's finally dawn.

Chen Miao got up and changed into a gray coat. He went downstairs and saw someone boiling water in the stove on the first floor with a coal stove. He lifted the kettle and threw the gauze and bandage into the stove.

"Oh, Mr. Fang is back?" Just as he was about to go out, an apricot yellow figure walked in from the small door, holding an empty bucket in his hand.

"It's early, Miss Xiaomei." Chen Miao smiled and responded naturally. He rented this attic with the pseudonym "Fang Yun".

"Mr. Fang, are you going out?" This girl named Xiaomei is a dancer who works in the Paramount dance hall. She looks stunning in the early morning and feels uncomfortable.

"Yes, take a walk on the street and have breakfast." Chen Miao smiled. In fact, these dancers have certain sources of information. Sometimes, they know more than you.

However, this type of women are quite utilitarian and greedy for small gains, so he tried his best to stay away from him and keep a distance. If he could not offend him, he would not offend him.

...

Myersey Love Road, Geller Clinic.

At the newsstand at the intersection, Chen Miao bought a copy of the Newspaper that day, and then walked to a shoe-tight stall across the street and sat down.

"Little Red Man, polish it a little bit, money is bound to be yours."

"Sir, don't worry, no one on this street is brighter than the shoes I have polished." The tender face of polishing leather shoes showed a look of sophistication and sophistication that was not consistent with his age.

After Chen Miao was injured, the warning call he made was Geller Clinic, which is a secret traffic station in the Shanghai District of the Military Control Commission. This is an internal traffic station.

According to the liaison rules of the Military Commission, the internal and field offices are separated. The field teams are connected through internal transportation, and the members of each team are connected through external transportation to ensure the safety of communication.

Geller Clinic is an internal transportation station. You can contact the district headquarters directly, otherwise Chen Miao would not call it.

Internship transportation in Shanghai is held by women, and women are not easily suspected, and various occupations can be used as cover.

Chen Miao is an internal staff member in Shanghai and has less contact with the field intelligence team and operation team.

Chen Mingchu is the assistant secretary of Shanghai District and also the head of the Personnel Department. In terms of his understanding of Shanghai District, there are really few people in Shanghai that can match him.

This shows how much impact Chen Mingchu's betrayal had on the Military Control Commission's Shanghai District.

From this perspective, he can observe the nurse desk for the guide through the street window of the Geller Clinic.

The doctor in the Geller Clinic is a German, and Germany and Japan are now allies. The clinics run by Germans are generally not difficult for Japanese people. Once diplomacy is involved, they do not want to cause trouble.

Therefore, there was also such consideration when setting up this secret transportation station here.

Wu Xin, over 20 years old, is a nurse at the Geller Clinic and a traffic officer at the headquarters of the Shanghai District of the Military Control Commission. She was Lao Zheng who joined the Military Control Commission.

Lao Zheng is the secretary of the Shanghai District of the Military Control Commission.

His phone number was called to Wu Xin, and in fact, she asked her to notify Lao Zheng to take refuge in emergency.

Chen Mingchu didn't know the existence of the traffic station of Geller Clinic, because it was a secret traffic station of Lao Zheng, which was also a precaution for problems before they happened.

If you walk by the river often, there are no one who doesn’t get wet. If you don’t leave more ways for yourself, you may have no way to live.

Lao Zheng's name is Zheng Jiayuan, and he is an old man from the Military Control Commission. He usually has a good relationship with him, is cautious and alert. Wu Xin's line was not told by Lao Zheng, but he discovered it himself.

Wu Xin is still working in the clinic, which shows that Lao Zheng should be safe. He carefully observed the vicinity of the clinic and found no suspicious people or abnormal situations.

The entry and exit of patients in the clinic is also normal.

Chen Miao threw down two cents, raised his foot, put away the newspaper, and walked slowly towards the gate of Geller Clinic.

When I opened the door, I saw four or five patients sitting on the bench at the door, and a young woman holding a little girl in her arms.

The little girl seemed to have a fever. The anxious mother whispered to coax her, while anxiously leaning over to look into the doctor's office door.

Chen Miao did not walk directly towards Wu Xin, but walked to the end of the bench and sat down.

queue.

He was not sure whether the Geller clinic was safe. The necessary caution was necessary. He had been in the Military Control Commission for many years and dared not say much about other abilities. Few of this caution could compare to him.

The most taboo thing when you are an undercover agent is to show off.

So over the years, he has not been promoted. As an old man in the third phase of the Honggong Temple, he has been in the military rank and is only a captain, which is embarrassing to say.

And classmates who were at the same time as him, who were doing well, were already on their own.

As an internal staff member, there is no fast promotion for field staff. However, the field is dangerous. If you don’t do it well, you will lose your arms and legs. Even if you exchange a bunch of military medals, what’s the use of it?

The patients in front were called into the doctor's office one by one, and saw that there was still one person left in line in front.

Chen Miao stood up, dusted his clothes, and walked over: "Miss nurse, my throat is a little uncomfortable. Can you give me a glass of water?"

"Okay, sir, wait a moment, I'll pour you water." Wu Xin couldn't recognize Chen Miao. They had met each other in a hurry in the past, and they were not very familiar with each other.

"Thank you." Chen Miao thanked him while following Wu Xin to the tea room inside.

"To you, sir."

"Miss Wu, is Lao Zheng safe?" Chen Miao took the water cup and suddenly lowered his head and asked Wu Xin in a low voice.

Wu Xin's eyelashes trembled obviously, and she responded in panic: "Sir, what did you say? I don't understand, who is Lao Zheng?"

"Miss Wu, do you remember the call you received at around 7:00 p.m. the night before yesterday?" Chen Miao smiled slightly.

"That phone number is you..." Wu Xin stared at Chen Miao with wide eyes and exclaimed.
Chapter completed!