The "Eating scallion oil pancakes with Mr. Mu on the Twenty-Three Days" in the secret book is written by Hu Xiaomin.

In fact, there are many ways to write secretly, such as using starch slurry, iodine or light hydrochloric acid to show shapes. It can be written with five-fold, green alum, milk, iodine wine, rose essence, rose dew washing, all of which can show the handwriting.

Hu Xiaomin felt that writing with milk is the most suitable for Cao Bingsheng, who has the habit of drinking milk every day.

As for "Mr. Mu", it was naturally fabricated. After receiving No. 76, it would be fine to doubt anyone. As for "eating scallion pancake", it was not specifically pointed out. This was a secret fist, and Hu Xiaomin did not think that with a secret book, No. 76's formation was chaotic.

Hu Xiaomin was too cautious and never had too high expectations for anything. He only thought that he was 70% sure of things that were only three points dangerous, and he would treat them as very dangerous.

For example, last night, Qian Heting originally asked him to stay in Pingji Hotel, but after paying the house, why not do it? Hu Xiaomin agreed at that time, and shortly after Qian Heting left, he also left. But he did not check out, checking out in the middle of the night would attract the attention of the hotel.

If two people know this place, the safety factor will drop sharply. Even if Qian Heting is his boss, he cannot place his safety on him.

Moreover, Hu Xiaomin also needs to report the plan to enter the horn to the organization.

Hu Xiaomin joined the Communist Party in the 25th year of the Republic of China. At the beginning of last year, the Military Commission's temporary training class recruited people and organized him to be admitted to the temporary training class as a cold-sized man in the Military Commission.

This time, the Military Control Commission sent him to Shanghai, and Hu Xiaomin's organizational relationship was transferred to the Jiangsu Provincial Party Committee. On the first day he arrived in Shanghai, he contacted the organization.

Hu Xiaomin has a special status and cannot contact the organization at a fixed time, so he arranged a fixed contact station at No. 3, Fordri, the public concession.

The contact security signal is whether a broom is hung at the door. If there is a broom, it means that the connector can be connected.

However, Hu Xiaomin passed by Fudeli several times, but there was no broom at the door. This made Hu Xiaomin a little worried, but no matter how worried he was, he could not violate organizational discipline.

As an underground staff member, Hu Xiaomin learned about his knowledge and organizational discipline is greater than that.

Although he failed to report to the organization in time, the plan for the horn cannon was still implemented. Hu Xiaomin, who had made up his clothes, arrived at Jisifeier Road, knew himself and his enemy and won every battle. To get close to Gu Huiying, he must first understand No. 76.

Jisifeier Road walks from the southeast of West Shanghai to the northwest. No. 76 is located near Kangjia Bridge on the north side of Jisifeier Road, adjacent to Wuning Road, Difeng Road in the east, Xinzha Road in the south, Zhenning Road in the southwest and Jisifeier Road in the south, and Wuding Road in the north.

Not far from the south of Xinzha Road is Yuyuan Road, and Gu Huiying's house is at No. 5, Lane 433 Yuyuan Road. And to the south of Lane 5, Lane 433 Yuyuan Road, is one of the most prosperous roads in the concession: Jing'an Temple Road.

Hu Xiaomin assassinated Cao Bingsheng in Shuanglongfang, and it took two and a half days to familiarize himself with the terrain. Now he has to lurk in the Gu family and remember the surrounding terrain. Every piece of building and every house must be engraved in his mind.

Of course, the most important thing is No. 76. No. 74 east of No. 76, and No. 75 opposite the road were all garden villas built by foreigners who purchased land from the Daotai Yamen. The door sign was a blue-backed and white-characterized house in the public concession. Before the fall, it was the residence of the chairman of Anhui Province. There was a foreign house, a new-style bungalow, and a large garden.

Hu Xiaomin disguised himself every day and investigated nearby in different identities. There were several shops outside No. 76, such as iron shops, grocery shops, etc.

Hu Xiaomin just walked into the grocery store and leaned against the counter and immediately cast a gaze.

Hu Xiaomin asked casually: "Do you have cigarettes?"

The guy nodded: "Some, sir, is it the first time I've been here?"

Hu Xiaomin said with admiration: "The clerk in Shanghai is really amazing. I know it for the first time I come here."

The guy was very content and asked again: "Sir, just came to Shanghai? Are you visiting relatives or friends?"

Hu Xiaomin smiled and said, "It is both a visit to relatives and friends."

But he was secretly alert in his heart that the clerk didn't care what the customer bought, but was thinking about what the customer was going to do, which was a bit abnormal. Most people may not care, after all, it is normal for a guy to chat with you.

The guy asked again: "Are near here? What cigarettes do sir want?"

Hu Xiaomin asked: "Do you have three cats?"

"some."

"Get a pack and then get a box of matches."

As soon as he walked out of the grocery store, the keen Hu Xiaomin discovered that there was one more person behind him. He turned his body to protect the fire while lighting a cigarette, and glanced behind him with his eyes. The man was wearing the clothes of a clerk, in his early twenties. Seeing himself stop, he turned around deliberately.

Hu Xiaomin understood that this grocery store was a secret whistle at No. 76.

Hu Xiaomin was wandering around No. 76 Jisifeier Road, and was determined to find him. However, he went to Jiufeng Teahouse on Yidingpan Road. On the innermost box on the second floor, Chen Mingchu saw a man wearing sunglasses, pressing his right hand against his left hand, and looking vigilantly at the door.

Chen Mingchu smiled and said, "Don't worry, Blade, it's very safe here. You came in through the back door again, and no one will pay attention to you."

All betrayers are timid in their hearts. No matter how high-sounding reason they find for their betrayal, they cannot cover up this fact.

The man whispered: "I wonder what Mr. Chen is asking me for?"

He knew very well the family rules of the Military Control Commission. If he had been discovered about the news of the Military Control Commission, he would definitely die. He had already suggested to Chen Mingchu that he would be willing to serve No. 76, but Chen Mingchu let him stay in the Military Control Commission and play a greater role.

He was worried every day, and he was frightened every time he met a traffic constellation officer, and he woke up from a nightmare every night. He didn't want to spend such a day.

Chen Mingchu asked: "I heard about the French Concession yesterday? Did the Military Commission do it?"

Blade Feng whispered: "I saw the newspaper in the morning. It was indeed done by the second group of the new team. I heard that I was working on it and just came to Shanghai."

Chen Mingchu reminded: "New Group 2? Be sure to find this person!"

Blade stood up and said, "Mr. Chen, if I find this person, can I come back?"

If you are careful, you will notice that there is an inch scar on the back of the left hand of the blade. The agents are most afraid of having obvious characteristics. Even in front of Chen Mingchu, the blade does not want the scar to be revealed.

Chen Mingchu said slowly: "You are a sharp knife, and you must be deeply stuck in the heart of the Military Control Commission. When you come back, it is also the time to retire. At that time, not only will my first deputy director be kept for you, but there will be a huge bonus, which is enough for you to have food and clothing for the rest of your life."

Blade hesitated: "But..."

Chen Mingchu naturally knew what he was worried about and comforted him: "Believe in yourself, you are very safe now. No one knows your identity except me."

Blade suddenly laughed dryly: "Okay. Mr. Chen, I'm a little tight recently."

In order to relieve the pressure, he often lingers in Changsan Hall, casinos and tobacco shops on Sima Road, and the expenses are very high.

Chen Mingchu took out an envelope and reminded him: "Find out this person who just arrived in Shanghai."

The blade took the envelope, pinched it, folded it and stuffed it into his pocket, and finally had a smile on his face: "Last night, I followed Qian Heting to the Metropolitan Dance Hall, where he had a strange man."

Chen Mingchu said in surprise: "Metropolitan dance hall?"

Blade recalled: "The man was very alert, and I didn't even dare to get close."

Originally he wanted to go out, but the man suddenly looked back and could only turn around and walk into the dance hall. When he came out again, the other party was gone.

Chen Mingchu felt that the man was a gunman, and he hurriedly said: "Tell me the process in detail."

Listening to Blade Feng's description, Chen Mingchu's feeling became stronger and stronger. After entering the Metropolitan Dance Hall, the man did not directly meet Qian Heting, but observed it for a while.

How calm people need to do this? At least Chen Mingchu felt that he couldn't do it. He just met the blade and didn't observe it from the side.

Only such people can leave no trace.

But he never expected that Qian Heting would be exposed because of Qian Heting. As long as he followed Qian Heting, he could find the gunman.

Seeing Chen Mingchu's face getting more and more serious, Blade Feng asked: "Mr. Chen, is there any additional reward for this information?"

Chen Mingchu glanced at Daofeng and said lightly: "If you can find Qian Heting's residence or catch this gunman, I promise that the reward will not be less than 10,000 yuan."

When he spoke, he felt full of contempt. He was really unable to support the mud. What is the difference between an agent who only provided intelligence by rewards and an intelligence broker?

Blade lowered his voice and said, "In two days, the personnel of the new second group will meet at Cathay Pacific Hotel, and Qian Heting may appear."

Chen Mingchu's eyes lit up, and his frown gradually stretched out: "Cathay Pacific Hotel? Very good."
Chapter completed!