After settling He Jianying, Fang Buwei quietly left the warehouse.

Running in the wind on the roofs of one building after another, Fang Buwei was agitated in his heart: when the country was in danger, this nation has never lacked blood......

Boss Hu, please hold on for two more days, rest assured, I will definitely avenge you......

……

Also in the public concession, the small wharf is also not far away, and if it were not for the police and gendarmes patrolling, it would not take half an hour at all, at most a few minutes to get there.

I don't know if I heard the wind, but the Japanese never found the two stevedores who helped Fang Buwei carry the screen to the Yifeng Forest Building.

The Japanese did not know for the time being that the assassin who assassinated Fu Xiaoan first appeared near the small pier.

Therefore, these two safe houses in the small dock warehouse are still safe for the time being.

Fang Bu didn't expect it, it was best to be safe for two more days, waiting for him to finish singing this play.

He got out of the safe house, got all the paper, pens, and ciphering ink, then sat cross-legged on the ground, laid a plank across his knees, and began to write.

Yuan Shu was very cautious, it was impossible to carry the codebook with him at all times, that was no different from looking for death, so he could only memorize the entire set of passwords in his mind.

In this way, the code he uses must be simple and difficult to decipher.

All the long-term publications on the market could not be used, and Qi Zhenjiang specially developed a set of code books for him.

All of them are composed of Chinese phonetic letters of the Beiyang Government Edition in 13 years, with only 38 symbols, all of which are such as: "ㄌ", "ㄋ", "ㄇ", "ㄈ", "ㄗ", "ㄘ", "ㄙ", "ㄕ", "ㄏ", "ㄧ", "ㄩ", "ㄛ", "ㄟ", "ㄠ", "ㄢ", "ㄥ" and other characters.

Each character has a specific code, and as long as the message is translated into an code, put together, and read together, the meaning of the base can be known.

Therefore, Fang was not worried or worried, the Japanese were able to find the code book from the relics left by Teacher Lin.

It is unlikely that Teacher Lin is so stupid that he can't even remember more than 30 codes.

Even if you can't remember, in the dormitory of a Chinese teacher, put a Chinese phonetic alphabet, isn't that the most normal thing?

In order to strive for notarization of handwriting, Fang Bu wrote the code book, and used cipher ink to write a few ciphers.

He set aside the codebook and cipher to dry, and then began to send a telegram to Ma Chunfeng again.

For a whole day, Ma Chunfeng never left the telecommunications room, waiting for news from Shanghai.

Not long after he felt that he closed his eyes, Qi Zhenjiang woke him up.

There's news.

Ma Chunfeng flipped it over and took over the folder in Qi Zhenjiang's hand: Boss Hu has been arrested, and although he has been tortured, he has not defected...... I have approached He Jianying and would like to work with him to implement the following plan:......

Framed for Wu Sibao?

Okay?

Ma Chunfeng's first reaction was doubt.

Wu Sibao is notorious, I don't know how much blood of the military commander's spies is stained on his hands, and you are now telling the Japanese that he is actually a fake mutiny, a real undercover agent, and has been stealing secrets for the military commander?

The Japanese are not stupid pigs, how can they believe it?

"In comparison, that person has made more contributions to the Japanese than Wu Sibao!" Qi Zhenjiang whispered.

He was talking about Yuan Shu.

With the secret assistance of the military commanders, Yuan Shu didn't know how much important information he had helped the Japanese get and how much credit he had made, otherwise how could Iwai Eiichi let him preside over the Iwai Mansion, and how could the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs support him to establish the Xingya Founding Alliance and fight with Wang Jingwei, who was supported by the Japanese Military Department?

Compared with Yuan Shu, Wu Sibao is not even a hair.

A word to wake up the dreamer.

Ma Chunfeng patted his thigh: Yes, if you are Japanese, where would you think that Yuan Shu is a traitor?

The Japanese are now frightened into frightened birds, and the more they don't look like traitors, the more suspicious the Japanese will be.

"Then do as he says!" Ma Chunfeng confessed.

"The question is, why doesn't he want a secret codebook?" Qi Zhenlong couldn't figure it out.

Since it is necessary to create the false impression that He Jianying's online is Wu Sibao, and to let the military commander send secret telegrams to Shanghai with the original frequency, so that Japan mistakenly thinks that Chongqing is communicating with thorns, shouldn't Wu Sibao be given a few translated telegrams, or even a specific code book that can only be used by Yuan Shu's group?

"It's hard to guarantee that he has already detected the frequency band used by Yuan Shu and us, and has already deciphered the codebook......" Ma Chunfeng asked with a roll of his eyes.

"Impossible!" Qi Zhenjiang jumped up violently like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Then tell me, how did he find Liu Geqing in the first place, how did he know where Wang Tianmu was, how did he kill Ji Yunqing and Zhang Xiaolin, how did he know every move of the Japanese, and how did he know that the thorns were about to be exposed...... Ma Chunfeng asked.

It's not the same thing, is it?

Qi Zhenjiang opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to refute.

The main thing is that this person is too weird, so weird that it seems that there is no information that he doesn't know, and there is nothing he can't do.

"Subordinates understood!" Qi Zhenjiang replied with his head drooping.

Even if he is not convinced, he will not show it.

"Go ahead and do it...... If there is any news from Shanghai, I will be notified as soon as possible......" Ma Chunfeng pulled his cotton coat and lay on the marching bed.

He was already numb to Fang Buwei's shock, and he had a bit of the momentum of Mount Tai collapsing in front of him without changing his color.

"Yes!" Qi Zhenjiang answered, and ran to the cloud to send a telegram.

……

Japanese Consulate in Shanghai, Electrical Inspection Section.

A Japanese telecommunications soldier has been guarding a radio station for almost 12 hours, but the radio has not received a single signal.

The telecommunications soldier was drowsy and was thinking about whether to take a nap when suddenly there was a "didi" sound in the earphones.

Signal?

The telecommunications soldier was startled, grabbed the headset and sat up straight, and at the same time shouted to the colleague next to him: "There is a signal on a specific channel, quickly notify Chief Akagi......"

Another telecommunications soldier hurried out of the electrical inspection section.

Akagi is interrogating Boss Hu in a cell in the basement.

There was a thick smell of burnt meat wafting through the cell, like the smell of burnt meat.

Boss Hu has been tortured all over his body, and there is no good meat on his body.

A Japanese Kenmoto carried a bucket and poured a bucket of ice water on Boss Hu's head, and Boss Hu just trembled slightly.

"Sir, you can't use torture anymore, otherwise you won't even be able to survive the dawn!"

Said a Japanese military policeman holding an iron chrome.

It's been five hours, and all the punishments that can be used have been used, and Boss Hu just screamed in pain, and didn't say a word more.

Akagi gritted his teeth with hatred.

Is it really iron-clad?

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