Chen Miao turned on the faucet and let the surging tap water pour on his head.

He had a fever.

The fever was very severe and very uncomfortable, and my mind was almost blank.

Lying on the edge of the pool, gasping for breath, like a fish that lacks oxygen. He looked up at himself in the mirror, with a white face like a dead person, his eyes were deep, his hair was like a weed nest, and his lips were chapped.

I reached out and took off the bloody shirt on my body, and a bloody gauze on my left shoulder blade. I uncovered the gauze and could clearly see a hole as big as a finger, and some blood leaked out.

This is a gunshot wound, and the bullet is still inside. Because the weather is hot, the surrounding area of ​​the wound is already red and swollen, and pus is flowing.

Huff, Huff...

He kept gasping for breath. Although the stimulation of the cold water just now brought him a hint of Qingming, the gunshot wounds and blood loss and a high fever caused a strong sense of fatigue to surge out of his body.

The feet suddenly became soft, and he quickly pressed the edge of the pool with his elbow. Otherwise, if he fell down, he would be very difficult to stand up again.

The wound has not been treated yet, and if it is not treated, his life will be gone.

"Dongdong..."

Chen Miao knew that Xiaoqi had come back. He knocked on the door with a very regular sound. Most people couldn't hear it. Only after spending time with him for a long time can they know it.

"I'm back." Chen Miao struggled to walk over and open the door. A thin figure suddenly squeezed in, and there was no sound when he stepped on the floor.

"San brother, how are you?" Xiaoqi suddenly held the shaking Chen Miao, "Come on, I'll help you over and lie down."

Chen Miao shook his hand: "Have you got the medicine?"

Xiaoqi smiled and said, "Xiaoqi is doing things, third brother, are you still worried?"

Xiaoqi took out a bag from behind and placed it on the table. Once he untied it, there were a lot of things in bottles, saline, glucose, gauze, bandages, etc.

"Go and take the medicine box at home." Chen Miao sat up.

Xiaoqi took a cowhide box from the cabinet and opened it with a buckle.

Alcohol lamp, scalpel, scissors, needlework...

Chen Miao took off his shirt, exposed the wound on his left shoulder, looked at Xiaoqi and said, "What should I do? Don't I have to teach you again?"

Xiaoqi nodded, took the scalpel and burned it on the Sakai lamp for a while, and then said, "Third brother, I'm here, you can hold it down."

Chen Miao took the rolled white towel and bit it, nodded at Xiaoqi.

"Woo...huh..."

The pointed pliers reached in, clamped the bullet, and pulled it out hard. Huang Cancan's bullet was taken out, accompanied by a stream of dirty blood, almost splashing Xiao Qi's face.

"Cut off the inflamed flesh on the edge, hurry!" Chen Miao said hurriedly with sweat beads of pain.

"Oh, okay..." Xiao Qi's hands were trembling, nervous and sweating all over his head, but under Chen Miao's guidance, he completed the procedures of cutting flesh, stopping bleeding, applying medicine and bandaging.

"Xiaoqi, can you do something for me?" Chen Miao took off the towel from his mouth and asked with a breath.

"Brother San, you said, as long as Xiaoqi can do it, you will definitely do it." Xiaoqi said unshirkable.

"You know where I live?"

"I know, Maggie Apartment 503."

"You can help me get something, but you can't alarm anyone. You know I've been targeted by No. 76..." Chen Miao ordered in a low voice.

"I understand, this is simple, I promise to help you take out everything." Xiaoqi nodded solemnly. This kind of work was originally what he was good at.

"It doesn't matter if you can't get it back, don't show off. Your safety comes first." After saying that, Chen Miao could no longer hold on and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, the outside of the window was already dark, the needle on his arm had been pulled out, and two empty medicine bottles were seen on the table.

The room had been cleaned up, and his bloody shirt was gone.

Xiaoqi is very careful and works as a printing and typist in a newspaper. Because he has to go to the next day to print the newspaper, he mainly works at night.

He reached out and touched his forehead. It seemed that the fever had subsided, but his stomach felt as if it was burned. He had not had any water or rice in one day or a night.

He was too hungry and needed a bite.

Xiaoqi rarely fires at home. After searching for a long time, he only found half a cold steamed bun, and then ate it with the cold boiled water on the table.

Light a cigarette and leaned against the window with his right shoulder. Chen Miao silently stared at the neon light pillars not far away. Not far away was the most prosperous Nanjing Road on Shanghai, with traffic and singing and dancing.

There is a hand-torn calendar on the windowsill, and the latest page on it says July 14, 1939.

Two years have been the outbreak of the full-scale war of resistance. After the Japanese invaders occupied Shanghai, countless refugees flocked to the islands of the concession, and the population soared, which also brought about a deformed prosperity.

Noisy music, well-dressed men and women, bright lights and wine, drunkenness and dreams.

Under the glitz, the darkness and killing seem to be happening constantly.

Chen Miao works in the Concession Horse Racing Association. He is young and has an enviable salary. He can also get a considerable tip from those generous gamblers from time to time and live an enviable life.

In fact, he doesn't like this job. It's full of speculation and free gains, which will make people completely lose themselves and be tempted by money.

He must always keep a clear mind.

"Oh..."

The fireworks had already burned their fingers and woke him up from his thoughts.

Xiaoqi can't stay here anymore. Although there are not many people who know about his relationship with Xiaoqi, the longer he stays, the more dangerous it will bring to Xiaoqi.

Xiaoqi was very careful and had prepared a set of old clothes for him and had some money in his pocket. Although it wasn't much, it could at least allow him to hold on for a while.

...

Going downstairs, I saw the grocery store on the corner.

Chen Miao walked over slowly, grabbed the public telephone on the cabinet, and dialed a number: "Hey, it's me."

"Chen Sanshui, where have you been this day..." A irritable voice came from the other end of the phone, and Chen Miao subconsciously kept the receiver in his hand away a little.

"Manager, I'm sorry, I'm sick and have a high fever of pneumonia. For at least one week, cough cough..." Chen Miao lowered his voice, hung up the phone after saying that, and took money from his pocket and put it on the counter. He took a pack of "Hard Gate" cigarettes and left.

Just last night, he suddenly received a call from Chen Mingchu, the head of the Shanghai Personnel Section of the Military Control Commission, asking him to meet at the Lido Dance Hall on Methus Road. He arrived early and put on makeup on purpose. However, he not only met Chen Mingchu, but also two strange faces following him.

In an instant, he felt something was wrong. Chen Mingchu was an internal agent like him. He always acted alone, which was different from the operation team. So he immediately got up and left, but he was still found when he passed by the door.

He ran out with great effort, but he was shot on his left shoulder.

He understood that if it weren't for his own actions, it would be that Chen Mingchu had already betrayed and rebelled.

He didn't know if the phone call he made before he was avoiding Xiaoqi's house was useful, so he planned to check if he could contact someone he was familiar with.

Chen Mingchu is a core figure in the military commander of the Shanghai District of the Military Control Commission. He has the list of personnel and organizational addresses of the Shanghai District of the Military Control Commission. Once he is mastered by Rixian and No. 76, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Also, he was the intelligence editor of the Military Control Commission Shanghai District and was also responsible for keeping confidential documents from Shanghai District. Chen Mingchu turned against the enemy and was the first to come to him, probably for the confidential documents and password machines he kept.

Chen Miao rented a room in Maggie's apartment in the French Concession. Chen Mingchu knew about that place. He had been here many times, and had also drank wine and played mahjong together.

He can't go back to this place anymore.

Of course, Chen Miao kept a secret of the most important password machine. He did not hide it in the apartment he lived in, but placed it in another place.

The cunning rabbit is moving in the heart of the enemy, how could he not be prepared at all?

Sitting in the rickshaw, passing by the door of Maggie's apartment, relying on years of experience in watching people, the rickshaw driver who walked around and shouted and sold cigarettes at the door of the apartment, and the rickshaw driver who was waiting at the door were all disguised as spies No. 76.

"Master, turn left and go to the Tevens Cafe."

"Okay, my uncle gives you money, you can go wherever you say." The rickshaw driver who was pulling the car smiled and ran faster than before.

...

"No need to look for it." Chen Miao got out of the car and handed it to the rickshaw driver for 50 cents.

"Thank you, my uncle, will you still use a car later? Can I wait for you here?" The rickshaw driver happily picked it up. Everyone likes to be generous.

"No, my house is nearby. Just walk back later." Chen Miao said lightly.

The waiter with a bow came up and asked enthusiastically: "Sir, how many of you are?"

"Two, Table No. 9." Chen Miao nodded slightly.

"Okay, please come here." The waiter nodded, reached out and made a guiding gesture. The service attitude was really nothing.

Chen Miao nodded slightly and walked into the waiter. There were not many guests at night at this time, and they were all mainly young men and women.

The cafe offers Western food, so there are not many people who actually drink coffee at this moment.

"Thank you for a cup of black coffee." Chen Miao sat down and ordered.

"You wait."

Taking out his pocket watch and taking a look at the time, Chen Miao picked up a "good friend" pictorial on the table and pretended to be aimless.

"Sir, your coffee."

"Thank you." Chen Miao thanked him, and gave a trace of light and glanced at the door.

After waiting for almost seven or eight minutes, a middle-aged man in a gray gown walked in. He was holding a black umbrella in his hand, with water droplets dripping on it.

He has a national face, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, and two books under his arms, looking very much like a teacher.

The steps are very steady, giving people a feeling of calmness.
To be continued...