Chapter 3 third chapter

The application to read the archives for Feng Jiusi did not go well, and the leader asked Yang Bingxin to listen back at noon.This made him very embarrassed, because time waits for no one. That boy Feng Jiusi said that the murderer would kill another person today. On this point, he believed that what Feng Jiusi said was probably the truth. However, the leader then told him another news, saying that the organization had completed the review of him and believed that he was a trustworthy and good comrade.Hearing this, Yang Bingxin was so moved that he almost shed tears.The leader also said: "The organization has decided that after this work is completed, you will be sent to the Japanese arsenal in Shenyang to organize a team of technicians to specifically destroy the enemy's munitions production. If you have any difficulties, you can bring them up and we will help you." solve."

Yang Bingxin did have difficulties. However, he lived with Dafu's mother without asking the leader for instructions. At this time, it was a bit awkward for him to suddenly say that he had family members who needed the care of the leader, so he had no choice but to thank the leader for his kindness, and then Said: "No problem, follow the organization's arrangement, but when will the file be given to me?" The leader smiled and said: "I will not carry the party member's file in my trouser waist, and besides, Feng Jiusi's matter has not been done yet. It is clear that it is irresponsible to show him the organization files casually." Yang Bingxin still stubbornly asked: "Should I show him?" The leader was forced to ask, but had to say: "I will show him, but the comrades Make a new copy and delete all the content that could implicate other comrades."

Yang Bingxin didn't know what it would be like to delete the files related to other comrades, because he had never seen these files, but he believed in the leadership, so he left and went home to attend his brother's funeral. The younger brother was never married, let alone a son to attend his funeral.Dafu's mother asked Dafu to throw flags and bowls for his younger brother, which moved him very much.The workers got a trolley and loaded it with the corpse wrapped in Lu Xi. Dafu was pulling the banners in front, and he and Dafu's mother followed behind the cart.Dafu's mother was crying, pulling up her lapel to wipe her tears from time to time.He didn't cry, he only hoped that Feng Jiusi could find out the murderer of his brother earlier so that he could take revenge.

Buried his younger brother in the righteous place outside the west gate. On the way back, Dafu's mother stuffed 10 cents into his pocket and said, "Go ahead, we'll go back first." Not seeing him, he raised his sleeve and wiped his sore eyes.This poor woman, who gets up early and works late every day to make money for others, can't earn 20 cents a day. Dafu is still young, so she can only collect coal nubs and sell them to boilers, earning a few copper dollars a day to help the family.Before they followed him, the lives of the two of them were difficult. They never thought that after following him as a big man, not only did they not get any benefits, but they were dragged down, and they had to save food for him through their teeth.God, let communism come to fruition soon!He was so hopeful that he felt hot, but at the same time he hated himself for not being able to work for the party and support his family at the same time.

News finally came from the leader, and he hurried to find Feng Jiusi and took him to the basement of a bookstore on Davenbo Road.Not long after, a trafficman brought a bundle of old newspapers with newly copied files inside.Feng Jiusi looked at the files by the light, and he stood sentry by the door, and at the same time lit a small fire in the stove with the bundle of old newspapers.If something happens, throw the file into the fire, and it will be ashes in a blink of an eye. After a while, Feng Jiusi put down the file and asked, "Do you know all these people?" He said he did.Feng Jiusi asked again: "Have you worked together?" He said several times.Feng Jiusi asked again: "Is there any action they participated in together?" He thought for a while and said: "Two or three times." Feng Jiusi immediately asked: "Twice or three times?"

He didn't know if the leader allowed him to tell Feng Jiusi about these situations, so he pondered for a long time and said, "The most recent one was half a month ago, the previous one was last winter, and the previous one was before the flood." After hearing this, Feng Jiusi asked: "Is it the 'Yoshida incident' before the flood?" He said: "Yes, that was it." Feng Jiusi asked again: "Except for these people, who else participated in that time? Others Who else participated in the two times?" By this time, Yang Bingxin knew that he couldn't go on talking, so he said forcefully: "What the leader wants you to know, you can only know what, don't ask any more." This time Feng Jiusi was not angry, but As if his face was frosted, his brows were knit together, he was biting his nails and thinking desperately, then he suddenly asked: "How about this, you don't need to mention the name, just say how many people are working with you, what kind of people are there?" People will do."

This time Yang Bingxin did not hesitate anymore, because he suddenly thought that if he asked the leader for everything, some comrades might have to sacrifice today, so he said happily: "In the last two actions, I led these four Three of the comrades who have died did it; when Yoshida Jiro was bombed, besides me and these four comrades, there was also my foster brother 'Tanuko', you know, he was killed by you, in addition There are three comrades, one has already left the party, one died two years ago, and the other is also working in the Sanjo Iron and Steel Factory..." At this time, he saw Feng Jiusi put his hand on his forehead and let out a long sigh of relief: "From this point of view, the killer's target is likely to be the comrades who participated in the 'Yoshida incident', at least it should be related to this matter." ,Is that right?"

"That's right, why didn't I think of that!" Yang Bingxin slapped his thigh and couldn't help admiring Feng Jiusi's cleverness. No, Feng Jiusi said next, "Then, if the killer's next target is not the comrade from Santiaoshi, it should be you!" Regarding Feng Jiusi's inference, Yang Bingxin felt that it made sense, but because it was inconvenient to tell Feng Jiusi about some things, he thought that this inference was only "somewhat" reasonable.Yes, without the approval of the leader, he can only rot in his stomach for some things. The next thing is simple, Feng Jiusi asked him to go back to pick up the comrade from the Santiao Stone Iron Factory, and wait for him at the gate of the HSBC Bank in the British Concession in the evening, and he will arrange a new residence for them.Yang Bingxin asked, "Why are you waiting there?" Feng Jiusi smiled and said, "There are patrols everywhere on that street, no one would be stupid enough to kill people in that place."

When the matter developed to this point, Yang Bingxin found reluctantly that he was no longer leading Feng Jiusi, but Feng Jiusi was directing him.But after thinking about it, he was relieved again. He knew that he was not the material to solve the case. After all, Feng Jiusi was a policeman, which was his profession, while he was a layman.Thinking of this, he said to Feng Jiusi: "You don't respect the leader, you let the leader run errands all over the world, but you hide yourself." He wanted to tell a joke to ridicule himself, but his tone was cold, which sounded like is to complain.

Fortunately, Feng Jiusi didn't pay attention to his words, but asked, "Yesterday, I wanted to ask you, how did Miss Lan, the courtesan, become your foster brother's fiancée again? Is this foster brother a 'civet cat'?" Hearing this, Yang Bingxin couldn't help being furious, and scolded: "Has she become a courtesan? No wonder she wants to abandon my foster brother. It turns out that she went to sell the kang to make cheap money..." The following series of swear words, consecutively He felt ashamed to hear it himself, but they just poured out like dirty water and couldn't stop.Finally he was tired of cursing, so he said to Feng Jiusi: "That is a shameless woman, she has already killed the civet cat, so don't provoke her anymore."

No, Feng Jiusi was still asking, "Is she our comrade?" "What comrade? She's a whore!" Yang Bingxin strode out of the bookstore, with nowhere to vent his anger.It was only after walking out of an intersection that he realized that he would walk with Feng Jiusi for a few days tonight, and the weather was overcast like water bells. If there was a heavy snowfall, Dafu and his wife would be hungry if they couldn’t find work. die.He stood at the crossroads for a long time, and then he stomped his feet and went back to the bookstore. With the back of his hands down, he angrily said to Feng Jiusi, "I'd like to lend you two dollars." Feng Jiusi seemed taken aback by his words, and just about to speak, he quickly shut his mouth tightly, reached into his pocket and took out his wallet, took out hundreds of dollars and put them in his hand.Seeing this huge pile of money, he couldn't help but become angry from embarrassment: "Are you the reincarnation of a prodigal or a prodigal? I'll just borrow two dollars, and you gave me so much, do you want to put 'usury'!" Hearing his words, Feng Jiusi blushed, but still closed his lips tightly and did not reply.However, after searching for a long time in the pile of banknotes, the smallest note was five yuan. Seeing Feng Jiusi looking at him helplessly, he had no choice but to take the five yuan and turn around, thinking: If I don’t leave again, I will spend my whole life. all the people were lost. Watching Yang Bingxin rush out of the basement, Feng Jiusi handed the file back to the traffic officer, feeling very uncomfortable.In fact, when he saw Yang Bingxin just now, he felt a little touched in his heart.He noticed that Yang Bingxin's padded robe, which was barely intact yesterday, had a big tear open, but it was mended extremely well, with fine stitches, like his mother's handicraft.The padded shoes on his feet have also changed today, with two new pieces of old leather toe caps, and the stitches on the sides are all woven.Seeing this situation, he couldn't help but envy Yang Bingxin for having a virtuous and capable wife in his family. However, when Yang Bingxin reached out to borrow money from him, he seemed to have bitten through the gall.Oh my god, for a mere two yuan, this proud man was actually made to face down with his hands down!Tears almost burst out of his eyes, and he bit his lips hastily.What kind of a fellow is this fellow!There should be many people like him in our organization, but it’s only two yuan, not twenty for a few dance tickets for the dancers, nor two thousand for playing eight rounds of hygienic mahjong at Miss Lan’s place, but Two yuan, and it’s more than two yuan for a breakfast by myself, and most of them will give a tip of one yuan to the receptionist, but how many yuan do you have to pay for a meal at the Astor Hotel or the German-style Cheslin Restaurant? block! For a long time, he has always known that he is different from other comrades. Because of his status and status, if he does not accept bribes, he will not be able to get along in the police department at all, so he does not need to give him funds from the organization.However, for a capable comrade like Yang Bingxin, can't the organization even pay him a salary of 20 to 30 yuan a month?He had never thought about such things, maybe he deliberately refused to think about such things, and now he finally saw the truth of the matter and saw clearly what life was like for ordinary party members, so he realized that he was very unlike a revolutionary , at least not quite like it.From this point of view, in the eyes of comrades, he should be a concession policeman who is brutal, corrupt and extravagant, no wonder the organization does not trust him. Walking out of the bookstore, he found that there was light snow in the sky.It is useless to be sentimental. If he wants to prove to the organization that he is a determined party member like Yang Bingxin, he must first complete the task assigned to him by the organization—to solve the serial murder case that is rolling like a snowball. . He had so much to do today that he didn't have time for lunch, so he decided to starve himself to punish his ignorance of his revolutionary comrades.When he arrived at the Jushilin, he realized that today was not the day for lectures, the weather was bad, and there were no people in the lecture hall.Turning around inside, he approached a man who was silently reciting scriptures and whispered in the ear: "I have something small to ask for advice." As he spoke, he put the twenty yuan in his palm into the man's hand .There is a price to be paid temporarily, he is clear about this. The man turned his head, with a strange light in his eyes, and said pleasantly, "You want to ask me?" Feng Jiusi didn't have time to guess why he was like this, and hurriedly said, "I ask you, what's going on in hell? What's going on? ? What about retribution?" The man dragged him into the courtyard, pointed at the sky and the earth amidst the flying snowflakes, and said frothyly, "The hell I'm talking about is not the hell that mediocre people think about. There are real and fake things about the Pure Land sect. It is said that this hell is not that hell, and that hell is not this hell, neither this nor that, and each other; to put it simply, there are "Eight Great Hells", "Eight Cold Hells", "Sixteen Tour Zeng Hells", " Sixteen Small Hells', 'Eighteen Hells', 'One Hundred and Thirty-Six Hells'... Going into the details, the "Mahayana Chapter" says, "Those who talk about hell, such as miscellaneous minds, can't be happy..."; " "Kushe Songshu Worldly Products" said, "Brahman went to Naraka, this cloud is suffering, and the righteousness is translated into hell..."; "Wisdom Degree Theory" said..." Even if Feng Jiusi understood that he had encountered a "talkative", even if he had the time to study Buddhism, the murderer would not give him time.After finally getting rid of this "indefatigable" layman, he called Mr. Xiaocang from the public phone in the cigarette building and said: "I am really helpless about karma, and you can think about it for me in other ways." .” Then he told Ogura about the “working relationship” between the four deceased, but omitted their identities and the “Yoshida Incident”. Xiao Cang laughed softly: "The matter is just a guess, but it is indeed a very valuable revelation. You are busy with work, why don't you let me study it for you?" Feng Jiusi also laughed: "Then you can keep it simple. I got a headache when I heard that..." However, he knew that Xiao Cang was a scholar, and he could only offer advice, but not solve practical problems, so he had to take action if he wanted to solve the case. Zhou Xiaocun's disguised identity is the owner of a newspaper office and a commercial radio station. He occupies a three-story brick building. The newspaper office is downstairs and the radio station is upstairs. There are people coming and going, so it is not conspicuous to do intelligence work.When Feng Jiusi saw him, he found that he was spreading out the black "sheep's brain paper" and copying the "Old Testament Psalms" with gilded gold.This is an anecdote, he has only heard of someone copying Buddhist scriptures, but he has never heard of someone copying the Bible. However, after sitting down, he realized that he had come rashly. He hadn't thought about how to ask Zhou Xiaocun about his visit to the murder scene last night. She made gossip like "Duyufu". Zhou Xiaocun said slightly reproachfully: "I haven't seen you in the chapel for several weeks, and my wife wondered if Mr. Feng changed his religion to 'Yiguandao' in a moment of confusion?" Going to church every week is a necessary cover for Feng Jiusi to do underground work in the concession. Besides, he was baptized since he was a child, so he feels at ease with the church members.Therefore, he had no choice but to smile and play sloppy eyes and said: "Letters are nothing unusual these days, but your 'painting scriptures written in clay gold' is very rare." Zhou Xiaocun finally showed a smile on his rigid face, obviously very flattered, but he did not continue the topic, but asked: "How is the investigation of yesterday's case?" Feng Jiusi deliberately said truthfully: "The one who died last night was The fourth one." Zhou Xiaocun said: "I know, is there any new clue?" Feng Jiusi didn't expect that he would know the whole case, so he was unavoidably surprised, and said: "I just suspect now, there is no evidence yet, what do you have? Any clues?" Zhou Xiaocun's face became rigid again and he said: "I don't know much about you, is there any connection between these four people?" Feng Jiusi said: "There should be a connection, why are you interested in this matter What about it?" Zhou Xiaocun said with his face still motionless: "I run a newspaper, and newspapers with anecdotes can only sell, what is the connection between them?" Feng Jiusi deliberately paused, quickly made a judgment on the matter in his mind, and then raised his voice and said: "They may all be the Communist Party." Zhou Xiaocun nodded and said: "I already know that, what I'm asking is, is this an internal party member of the Communist Party?" Did it, or did the Japanese do it?" Damn it, what else doesn't this old guy know?Feng Jiusi's heart was spinning, so he said embarrassingly: "There are rumors that people from your Military Control Bureau did it." "Nonsense," Zhou Xiaocun's black face immediately swelled purple, so Feng Jiusi knew that although he was reckless just now, he really hit his sore spot.Zhou Xiaocun then shouted: "During the cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, why did we assassinate the Communist Party?" "So it's just a rumor." Feng Jiusi took back the words pretending to be relaxed, but felt that today's trip was worthwhile.This old guy must have a lot to do with this case, but what kind of connection is there is a lot to pay attention to here. However, before he could ask further, a staff member reported that Mrs. Zhou had arrived. In recent years, Feng Jiusi has gotten very close to Zhou Xiaocun's family, and is also very familiar with Mrs. Zhou.He feels that Mrs. Zhou is the kind of woman that every man is happy to regard her as a mother, eldest sister or eldest sister-in-law. The ability to take care of them and heal all the injuries they suffered outside - Zhou Xiaocun is a blessed guy. When she found Feng Jiusi present, Mrs. Zhou said with a half-annoyance and half-smile: "You haven't come to see me for so long, is it because Lao Zhou took you to mess around, but I'm afraid that you won't be strict with me and let me know?" Feng Jiusi hurriedly said: "Mr. Zhou is a gentleman. Even if he takes me to play, he will go to a decent place. It's just that I don't improve myself, and the days go by, the more and more ugly I am." He knew that what he said was the truth. His gift for lying often faded suddenly. Mrs. Zhou laughed and said, "It's all because you don't want to start a family. Don't be like my useless brother who messes around all day long and ends up causing you trouble. I haven't thanked you for that... Feng Jiusi quickly waved his hands and said, "That's a trivial matter, not worth mentioning." Mrs. Zhou continued: "So, only a family can establish a career. You should put away this playfulness, find a good person, and live in peace and stability." .” Feng Jiusi occasionally thought that he hoped that Miss Lan could give him a sense of security like Mrs. Zhou, and give him a reason to end his ridiculous single life, so he said: "I will make a special trip to visit someday, and bring someone over by the way, please help me." Let me see." He was thinking that if he brought Miss Lan over for Mrs. Zhou to appraise and get her approval, maybe he could make up his mind earlier.A woman's judgment of a woman will be much calmer than a man's, let alone a woman like Mrs. Zhou who has a broad vision and a careful mind. Sure enough, after hearing what he said, Mrs. Zhou said sternly: "If you want to marry that young lady, please bring it here, and I will cook a meal for you; but if you still keep messing around, as a sister, I will not welcome……" This is the gentleman among women, who behaves kindly and without loss of proportion.Feng Jiusi sighed in his heart, very proud of his judgment. After bidding farewell to Zhou Xiaocun and his wife, he realized that it was still early, so he drove to the traffic hotel.Last night, he felt that there must be a secret between Yang Bingxin and Miss Lan. If he couldn't find out the truth from Yang Bingxin, he could only "interrogate" Miss Lan.When handling such a dangerous case, he didn't want to be kept in the dark. The life of a courtesan is mainly at night, so I usually get up in the afternoon, freshen up, eat breakfast, and then go to the store or watch a movie. Most of them go out alone.Feng Jiusi came today by accident, Miss Lan went out, he asked the waiter to make him a pot of good tea, and wanted to sit down and sort out his messy thoughts.No, today his mind didn't listen to the command, and he couldn't figure out why after thinking for a long time. Only then did he realize that it was all because he didn't eat at noon and was hungry. He ordered the waiter to order some food for him, keep it simple, and he chased after him.Sure enough, the meal ordered by the waiter was really simple, only a bowl of abalone noodles, and four side dishes were elbow flower in sauce, crispy yellow croaker, dried bean curd and pickled cucumber strips.During the Anti-Japanese War, material resources were difficult. He heard that the poor are now eating something called "Miscellaneous Noodles", and it is winter. These few cucumber sticks alone are worth more than five yuan. He suddenly felt that he was living a good life. What a jerk. After eating a bowl of noodles and half of the side dishes, the waiter knocked on the door again and brought in a bouquet of paper flowers with white branches and red buds.He didn't take this matter seriously yesterday, he just thought it was some sentimental college student who was pursuing Miss Lan, but after thinking about it, he thought that when the paper flower appeared yesterday, Miss Lan's mood fluctuated greatly, which is not unreasonable. Like a seasoned courtesan.So he asked casually: "Who is this so boring, do you know the person who sent flowers?" The waiter smiled and said: "Miss Lan also asked, but each time it was a different little boy who sold newspapers, and recently delivered them every day." He asked again: "Have you ever sent a card?" I didn’t pay attention.” Knowing that this was the waiter’s habit of begging for money, he put on a straight face and said, “Don’t play tricks on me, is there anything that can slip through your nose? Is there any?” The waiter pretended He was so frightened that he bent his back, and said repeatedly: "I definitely don't have it, Bazizi dares to talk nonsense, if there is, I don't have to wait for you to keep asking, it will be delivered to you a long time ago." Feng Jiusi couldn't judge what the waiter said, because it was easier for these guys to tell lies than to eat jelly beans, so he could only say: "Open your dog eyes for me." The waiter bent even lower, busy Said: "I wouldn't give in if there was a dubious master, wouldn't I?" Well, I didn't ask anything, but I still had to give a reward. For the first time in my life, Feng Jiusi felt that the money was spent unjustly.Walking out of the waiter, Miss Lan happened to enter the door, first she smiled at Feng Jiusi, then she was surprised when she saw the paper flowers on the table, but by taking off her scarf and taking off her coat, she concealed her surprise indiscriminately After passing by, he sat next to Feng Jiusi, looked at his expression, and kept saying, "You didn't sleep well last night, did you catch up on sleep today? Look at the dark circles under your eyes, let them I'll make you a cup of ginseng soup for nourishment, or else..." Feng Jiusi deliberately put on a half-foolish smile on his face, and waited until Miss Lan's pot of "Ecstasy Soup" was finished, before suddenly asking: "I still forgot, where are you from?" The lady still laughed like spring and said: "Why did you forget, I am from Tangshan, haven't you heard of the 'Bengbeng Opera'?" ". Feng Jiusi laughed at himself in his heart, are you confused?Something is wrong with your head?Listen to how authentic these two "bengbenger" are!What's more, no matter how suspicious you are, you won't suspect that she is a Japanese spy who has never learned Chinese dialect!He realized that he was really confused today, so he had no choice but to ask the right question: "How do you know Yang Dachui?" Hearing this, Miss Lan put away the smile on her face, and said calmly: "I knew you would ask me this question, but I didn't expect you to be so impatient and wait until night." Feng Jiusi said nervously. Reluctant to give up: "How did you know each other, and what's the matter with your fiancé?" Miss Lan said: "I originally thought that we would talk about these things slowly when we arrived in Nanyang. Compared with the sinful deeds I did, That thing is nothing at all..." While speaking, she went on to change Feng Jiusi's new tea and slippers, and after a while of busy work, she even interjected several new things from outside, and it was obvious that she was really serious. She couldn't procrastinate, so she said: "When I first came here, I met someone. It was pretty good at first, and I got engaged after a while, but later I felt that it was not suitable, so we broke up again." Feng Jiusi felt that her words were too brief, so he turned the topic to details, and asked, "Is that man Yang Dachui's brother-in-law? What kind of person is he?" Miss Lan said that the man was a bastard, but her hands Busy calling Feng Jiusi to set up a poker game.At this time, Feng Jiusi suddenly had a narrow thought and asked: "Is your fiancé still sending you flowers, those paper flowers?" But Miss Lan said angrily: "You also heard from Yang Dazhui last night that that bastard died early Well, if you can still send flowers, it won't be "Liao Zhai"." Having said that, even though he didn't fully believe Miss Lan's words, he didn't have a better idea for a while.If he treated others normally, he could have pulled out a gun and put it on the other person's forehead for interrogation, or tied the other person to a chair and tortured him to extract a confession, but this is not the way at the moment.However, after asking for a long time, he didn't find anything, which made him very unwilling, because if he really decides to marry Miss Lan one day and go home or go to Nanyang with her to live a happy life, he doesn't want her to pretend to be innocent. Belly is keeping secrets from him.So he stopped Miss Lan's interest in making an appointment for a poker game, and started asking questions again, but his words softened a lot, because he just thought of a more pointed question.So he said: "The relationship between you and me is extraordinary, so I have to ask again, is it an illusion that Zhou Xiaocun took care of you, but in fact you have been doing intelligence work for him?" Miss Lan didn't seem to understand, she stared at him with wide eyes.He asked again, and Miss Lan's face suddenly changed color, and she said coldly: "Mr. Zhou is a gentleman, he only came to me for the convenience of doing business with my place, and besides, he spends money all year round. Renting a house for me, but you are not as caring as you?" After she finished speaking, she waved her hand, walked into the bedroom and closed the door. This is how it is said.Feng Jiusi feels that he has failed all day today, no, not all day, but since he lost the trust of the organization, he has failed in life for two whole years. Seeing that it was the time for the meeting with Yang Bingxin, he had no choice but to leave Miss Lan behind. Coaxing her to change her mind was not as important as the task of the party organization.Just because of this thought, he couldn't help but feel a little joy in his heart, feeling that as a revolutionist with ideals, it was his duty to make such a sacrifice. However, when he thought of the upcoming meeting of Yang Bingxin and When he borrowed the five yuan, he felt that he, a revolutionary, had done so cheaply that he was simply not decent.It's just that he really can't imagine what a revolutionist with ideals should look like, but it's better not to be as poor as Yang Bingxin...