Although Ning Zhiheng already knew the target of the Japanese surveillance, he had previously judged based on the information provided by He Siming, and in the end, he still needed to confirm the true identity of Takasugi Renxi, and the sooner the better.

Since the Japanese had already begun to spy on Takasugi Hitoshi, and Takasugi Hitoshi could contact his comrades at any time, if the Japanese really found something around him and found out the members of the underground party organization, the problem would be serious.

But how to confirm the true identity of Hitoshi Takasugi? If it is in Shanghai, naturally everything is not a problem, I only need to contact the farmer, and let the farmer confirm the identity of Takasugi Hitoshi through the organizational process, and formulate countermeasures in time.

But this is Nanjing, and there is no contact between myself and the underground party organization, so I can't travel a long distance and rush back to Shanghai to contact the farmers, right? It's a train, and it takes two days to go back and forth, and it can't afford to delay in time.

And his goal is too big, once he sets off to rush back to Shanghai, he will inevitably attract the attention of people who are interested, and this method is really not feasible.

At present, I only know the transportation channel of the underground party organization in Nanjing, that is, the Tongfuman Commercial Bank on the corner of Donghua Street in Dongcheng District, and I can go there to have a look and see if I can have a chance to contact it.

And without further ado, intelligence work is changing rapidly, there will be changes at any time, the sooner he sends a warning signal, the smaller the loss of the underground party organization in Nanjing, thinking of this, Ning Zhiheng no longer hesitated, he changed into a coat, put on a top hat, did not drive a car, did not take Yi Huaan and bodyguards to follow, left quietly from the back door of the villa alone, walked to the street, raised his hand to greet a rickshaw, got in the car, and rushed to Dongcheng District.

The rickshaw driver's feet were very fast, he ran for half an hour, and entered Dongcheng District, Ning Zhiheng sat in the car, looking left and right, although the debris and garbage on the street had been cleaned up, but the shops on both sides were still seriously damaged, some shops were not open, the windows were broken, the doors were closed, and they had obviously not recovered.

However, there are still many shops that are being repaired, and the doors and windows have been reinstalled and reopened.

The people on the streets are not as crowded as before, and it seems that people have not recovered from the unrest.

When he came to the vicinity of Donghua Street, Ning Zhiheng signaled the driver to stop, he got out of the car and took out the money and sent the rickshaw driver away.

After looking left and right, I walked on the street of Tung Wah Street, where the shops were relatively more damaged, almost half of the shops were still closed, not open, and the street looked very deserted.

Came to the corner of the street, looked up, only to see a small shop, the plaque on the door reads "Tongfuman Commercial Bank" a few big words, the doors and windows of the store are obviously just replaced, it should have been smashed by the Japanese rebels in the turmoil.

However, at this time, Tongfuman Commercial Bank also closed the doors and windows, closed the door panels, and did not start business, Ning Zhiheng frowned, glanced left and right, walked to a nearby newsstand, took out a banknote and handed it over, and said in Shanghainese: "A new Nanjing newspaper." ”

"Okay, you take it yourself, I'll find you money!" The stall owner hurriedly agreed, took the banknote, and was immediately a little dumbfounded, this is a ten-yen bill, but he can't afford to find it, "Sir, I just opened here, I can't find your money!" ”

Ning Zhiheng took a copy of "New Nanjing Daily" from the stall at random, and said lightly: "Then you don't need to look for it, let me inquire for you, I came here to do business from Shanghai, and I have been here before, but it is not like this, what is going on now?" ”

As soon as the stall owner heard this, he was naturally overjoyed in his heart, and as soon as he opened his business, he met such a big customer, and he got all this money for nothing, so he quickly grabbed the banknote tightly, put it away closely, and said respectfully in his mouth: "Thank you, sir, your business is prosperous!" Ahem, you've just arrived in Nanjing, right? You don't know, just a few days ago, a group of Japanese soldiers smashed and looted here, the entire Dongcheng District was robbed, the shops were smashed, and dozens of people were shot and killed, this Donghua Street was the most robbed, and more than ten lives were put in, how could you still have the heart to open for business, you look at that ......"

Speaking of this, the stall owner pointed to the Tongfuman Commercial Bank diagonally opposite, and continued in a low voice: "Two guys were protecting the goods, and they were killed by the Japanese soldiers, and finally smashed the most, and they were busy with funerals in the past two days, to say that this shopkeeper is really good, the guy took his life, and he put down the capital, and sent a full set, which is also worthy of them......"

Listening to the stall owner's chatter, Ning Zhiheng soon knew some information, Tongfuman Commercial Bank was in this turmoil, and the personnel and goods were seriously damaged, and it was not open for the past few days.

He didn't stay any longer, nodded to the stall owner, then turned around and walked away quickly, and soon stopped a rickshaw and ordered: "Go to the south of the city!" ”

Time was pressing, Ning Zhiheng decided to give up the line with Fuman Commercial Bank, and he wanted to go to the south of the city to try his luck.

Before the outbreak of the war, during his time at the Nanjing Military Intelligence Department, he mastered the hidden identities of the two leaders of the underground party organization.

One is Fang Boyi, a professor at Jinling University, and the other is Cheng Xingye, a doctor at the Pu'an Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic in Chengnan.

Fang Boyi is now in Chongqing, so naturally he can't count on it, but it is very likely that Cheng Xingye, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, is still staying in Nanjing, and he has to implement it himself.

Moreover, before the all-out war, Cheng Xingye was already the person in charge of the underground party organization responsible for drug delivery, and it is conceivable that his position in the party organization was directly notified, and many reporting links were also saved, so that the organization could be warned as soon as possible.

Ning Zhiheng came to the vicinity of the clinic according to his previous memories and got out of the car, walked on foot, crossed two intersections, and soon came to the neighborhood where the Pu'an Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic was located.

Three years have passed since the war, and many of the buildings here have changed, but Ning Zhiheng quickly found the place he was looking for.

Looking at the plaque still hanging on the Chinese medicine clinic in front of him, Ning Zhiheng couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, finally fortunately, this Pu'an Chinese medicine clinic has not been destroyed, but I don't know if Cheng Xingye is still here?

Ning Zhiheng hesitated for a moment, and finally walked into the door of the clinic, the layout of the clinic was still the same as a few years ago, but there were a lot more people seeing patients than before.

The longer you practice medicine, the more you have a reputation, patients will come from all over the world, and business will get better and better.

I remember the last time I came to the clinic, this Pu'an TCM clinic had just opened, its reputation was not obvious, and there were not many people who saw patients, but now it seems that the reputation has broken down.

In the northeast corner of the clinic, on a medical table, several tables and chairs are set up side by side, full of customers who see a doctor, Cheng Xingye, a doctor sitting behind the table, is reaching out to give a patient a pulse, he is wearing a long shirt, a pair of black-framed glasses, his temperament is becoming more and more calm, just three years, his hair has been gray, and he looks a lot older than before.

Cheng Xingye is still here!

Ning Zhiheng suddenly made up his mind, this time he didn't run in vain, he finally found the right master, but he would not contact Cheng Xingye personally, he still had a relationship with Cheng Xingye back then, although it was only in a hurry, and so much time had passed, but Ning Zhiheng still wouldn't take risks.

He turned around and left the Chinese medicine clinic, covered half of his face with a scarf, went to a nearby department store, bought some sweets, went out and beckoned a naughty boy playing on the street, whispered a few words, and gave the child a bag of candy.

The naughty boy nodded happily, turned around and jumped into the Chinese medicine clinic, Ning Zhiheng found a corner nearby, and quietly observed the movement.

Cheng Xingye was sitting in the clinic as usual, he had evacuated Nanjing before the fall, and when the situation stabilized a little, he returned to Nanjing, where he was ordered to lead the underground work of the underground party organization in Nanjing.

For underground workers, it is extremely difficult to have a reliable identity to disguise, his identity as a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine has been in business for a long time, and he has had some reputation in the surrounding area before, which is very reliable, so Cheng Xingye will naturally not give up so easily, after returning to Nanjing, he continues to use this as a cover, so far, it is all safe!

At this time, a half-grown child jumped up to his side, this child he knew, it was the child of a nearby neighbor's family, and he saw the child hand over an envelope in his hand.

Cheng Xingye was stunned for a moment, and asked in a kind tone: "Xiaoyuan, what is this?" ”

Xiao Yuan shook a handful of candy in his hand with a smile: "Grandpa Cheng, there is an uncle outside who asked me to give it to you, and he also gave me a lot of sugar!" ”

Cheng Xingye's heart tightened when he heard this, he hurriedly opened the envelope, took out a piece of stationery inside, unfolded it, and was shocked into a cold sweat at a glance, quickly put the letter paper in his sleeve, and asked Xiaoyuan urgently: "Xiaoyuan, where is that uncle now?" ”

"It's right outside!"

Cheng Xingye didn't say a word, hurriedly took Xiaoyuan by the hand, and walked out of the clinic gate quickly, but Xiaoyuan looked around, and finally shook his head.

Cheng Xingye knew that the messenger had left, this was not willing to meet him at all, even if he looked for it in vain, he asked Xiaoyuan in a low voice, and finally let go of Xiaoyuan's hand, let him continue to play, and returned to the clinic disappointed.

He confessed to the customers, postponed today's diagnosis and treatment, explained a few words to the guys, and walked out of the clinic quickly.

Cheng Xingye's actions just now were all in Ning Zhiheng's eyes, and he had been secretly observing, until Cheng Xingye walked out of the door of the clinic again, Ning Zhiheng got up and followed Cheng Xingye from a distance.