Cheng Xingye's footsteps were fast, and after crossing a street, his figure turned around and suddenly turned into a remote alleyway.

Soon, Ning Zhiheng also followed into this alley, but as soon as he entered the alley, he raised his eyes and found that there were not many pedestrians on this alley, and the alley was straight, and there was almost no cover, so he knew that it was not advisable to follow too closely, otherwise it would be easy to expose his whereabouts.

So he stopped, retreated to the alley, waited to put the distance between the two people a little farther away, and then tracked, he secretly calculated the time, only needed to wait for Cheng Xingye to finish the alley, and then enter the alley, so as to ensure that Cheng Xingye's figure did not leave his line of sight.

Sure enough, Cheng Xingye's vigilance is extremely high, and the reason why he chose this laneway is because this road is relatively remote, the terrain is simple, and there are almost no shops and people, as long as someone is following him, he can easily detect it.

When he was halfway there, he suddenly turned back, looked at the several pedestrians walking in front of him, carefully identified them, and after confirming that he had not found them, he went out of the alley again.

When Ning Zhiheng was about to enter the lane, he saw Cheng Xingye turning back halfway, and knew that this was indeed his anti-tracking action, so he retreated in time, hid in a shop next to the street, and watched Cheng Xingye quickly pass by not far away.

Although he avoided this anti-tracking action, but the next tracking did not go well, Cheng Xingye received the warning today, obviously extremely cautious, he took the anti-tracking action again, fortunately, Ning Zhiheng's reaction was more keen, and he evaded his observation again.

Cheng Xingye finally confirmed his safety, looked at an oncoming rickshaw, immediately beckoned, raised his legs and sat up.

The rickshaw driver ran up much faster than ordinary people walking, Ning Zhiheng couldn't just follow like this, so he had to look left and right, but for a while, he didn't find that there was a rickshaw passing by, but he used to stay in Nanjing for a long time, and he was quite familiar with the nearby roads, he looked at the direction of Cheng Xingye's departure, and also turned into another street, shook his hand to cover his scarf, raised and pressed the top hat with one hand, pressed the brim of the hat, covered his face, let go of his footsteps and ran, fortunately, there were not many pedestrians around, Watching him run through the streets, although surprised, no one paid much attention to it.

Soon he came to the intersection and happened to see two rickshaw drivers waiting for business here, so he hurriedly greeted one, got into the car, and asked the driver to go quickly in the direction he specified, and finally saw Cheng Xingye's figure at a street entrance.

Following Cheng Xingye's rickshaw from afar, I saw him head east, and finally stopped, got out of the car, and entered an antique shop on the shore of Xuanwu Lake.

This is a famous antique market in Nanjing, the whole street is a shop for buying and selling antique calligraphy and paintings, Ning Zhiheng got off the car in the distance, paid the car, sent away the rickshaw, walked to the door of this antique shop, raised his eyes and looked at the signboard, and the hanging horizontal plaque reads "Shande Zhai" three big characters.

Ning Zhiheng didn't stop halfway, continued to move forward, and came to an antique shop diagonally opposite.

In the antique shop of Shandezhai, the shopkeeper was a man in his fifties, and when he saw Cheng Xingye enter, his eyes suddenly tightened, and he hurriedly gave the guy next to him a color.

The man then picked up a rag, walked out of the shop, wiped it on the window outside, and looked around out of the corner of his eye, carefully observing the movement around him and the passers-by.

The shopkeeper led Cheng Xingye to the attic on the second floor, and asked in a low voice, "Old Cheng, won't you meet at noon?" You're a little early. ”

Cheng Xingye did not answer his question immediately, but came to the window, looked out for a moment, then looked back at the shopkeeper, his expression was extremely serious, and said: "Hurry up and change the lantern, today's meeting is canceled!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the shopkeeper's face also changed suddenly, he didn't ask any more, took out a lantern directly from the closet behind him, came to the window, pushed open the window, took off one of the two hanging lights outside, and replaced it with a new lantern.

The old and new lanterns are exactly the same, except that the original lantern has a word "Ji" written on it, and the newly hung lantern has the word "Fu" written on it!

Seeing that the shopkeeper had finished changing the lantern, Cheng Xingye breathed a sigh of relief, and without waiting for the shopkeeper's inquiry, he first explained: "Lao Xiao, someone warned me, saying that Gao Sugi has been exposed, and the Japanese are monitoring and following him, and he has not noticed it so far.

I don't know if the information is true or not, but for the sake of prudence, I'll warn Takasugi first and cut off contact with him, and wait until the situation is confirmed. ”

The shopkeeper of the Shandezhai antique shop is none other than Xiao Hong, one of the members of the eight-member leading group of the Nanjing underground party organization and the person in charge of intelligence work, codenamed "Panshi".

In order to adapt to the new environment of struggle, the Nanjing underground party organization put intelligence work in the first place and formed an eight-member leading group of hidden fronts, most of which were involved in intelligence work. Hitoki Takasugi is one of them.

Among these eight members, Xiao Hong has worked in Nanjing for the longest time, many years ago, he has been in charge of Nanjing's intelligence work, and he has the most experience in struggle, and Cheng Xingye relies on him very much.

At this time, when Xiao Hong heard Cheng Xingye's words, he immediately noticed that something was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "Someone warned you, who is it?" How did he know that Takasugi had been exposed? ”

"It's a shadow!"

Cheng Xingye took out the paper ball from his sleeve, unfolded it and handed it to Cheng Xingye, "Lao Xiao, I have been working in the base area before the war, and you have worked here the longest, have you heard of this film?" ”

"Shadow?"

Xiao Hong's face couldn't help but change when he heard this name, he quickly took the letter and looked at it carefully.

"Check, a few days ago, Japan's Tokyo Special High School sent two Japanese agents to Nanjing to arrest a Japanese Communist Party personnel, and at present, the Nanjing Special High School has conducted a follow-up investigation on the chief reporter of the United News Agency, Takasugi Hitoshi, hoping to confirm the identity, if there is contact with the organization, it is advisable to respond in a timely manner, the matter is very important, do not ignore it, please verify my identity with the Shanghai side, shadow!"

The whole text is written in imitation of Song style, with beautiful curves and tall fonts, only the last signature, which is an elegant "shadow" word like flowing clouds, at least Cheng Xingye and Xiao Hong have never seen this kind of writing style, which is very distinctive and beautiful!

Ning Zhiheng sent a police message, but he was afraid that Cheng Xingye might not know his identity, and there was no basis and source, in case the other party questioned the authenticity of the information and ignored this important information, it would be troublesome, so after thinking about it again, he still informed the other party of his code name and asked him to contact the Shanghai underground party organization to confirm, so that everything could be safe.

Cheng Xingye's eyes were fixed on Xiao Hong, he had heard some clues from Xiao Hong's tone before, this intelligence person in charge should know something!

Xiao Hong carefully read the contents of the letter, frowned, and thought about it for a long time, he knew some information, and now Cheng Xingye is the person in charge of the underground organization in Nanjing, and he is also his leader, and some situations should also be notified to him.

Xiao Hong finally nodded and said: "I worked under the leadership of Comrade Qingshan in the early days, I know the code name of 'shadow', I am an old intelligence officer led by Comrade Qingshan himself, at that time it was still a period of cooperation between the two parties, and our party's intelligence work was not as rigorous as it is now, so I knew the identity of the shadow."

However, the environment of the struggle became more and more cruel, and during the period of the White Terror, our intelligence officers were completely lost, and the shadow was also killed by Kuomintang agents in an operation, so Comrade Aoyama selected an old comrade to take over as the second shadow, and this person was also my old comrade-in-arms, but I never saw him again after separating different intelligence lines.

But a few years later, that is, before the outbreak of the war, this old comrade was also killed by the Kuomintang agents, and I never heard this code name for a long time, but before the evacuation of Nanjing, the comrade who managed the radio station in the organization had an accident, and for a period of time I was in charge of the radio station, and I saw this code name in the telegram with the headquarters, and then I knew that there was a third shadow, and Comrade Aoyama handed over the organizational relationship of the shadow to the headquarters, but Comrade Aoyama never mentioned this code name and situation in front of anyone. Even if he is tight-lipped about me, so I don't know the specific situation, but according to this message, the third shadow should be working under the leadership of the Shanghai underground party organization, but this time, why did he suddenly come to Nanjing to send you a police report? ”

Cheng Xingye heard Xiao Hong's introduction, and then he knew that there was indeed a "shadow" person, and it was not uncommon for the underground party organization to take over the substitution number, sometimes an intelligence officer died or left for various reasons, for the sake of the connection of work, but also to confuse the enemy, it is also common for the replacement to use the original code name, just like himself, that is, he took over the previous Wu Quanjiang's code name "Kuquan", so the code name of the "shadow" was replaced, and he was not surprised.

Xiao Hong suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly asked again, "In what way did the shadow warn you?" What is his appearance? ”

"It was given to me directly by a child." Cheng Xingye explained in detail what happened today, "According to the child's description, it was only a young man with a scarf covering his face, do you know? When I first read this message, I was really shocked into a cold sweat, it was incredible that someone could come to me directly! ”

Xiao Hong was also surprised after listening to his narration, and said in a loud voice: "This is impossible, you are the person in charge of the Nanjing underground organization, the main leader, and disguising your identity is the highest top secret, even in the organization, there are only a few people who know that you are hiding your identity, even in our eight-person group, only me and Chengfeng know, and it is even more impossible for Shanghai to know, how did the shadow find you?" ”