Yuan Shu's heart trembled: As long as he dies, he will know who it is?

That's definitely a big shot...

But are big guys so easy to kill?

Yuan Shu is the one who knows the most about Fang Buwei's assassination of those characters in the past.

It seems that Fang Buwei can escape safely every time, but when isn’t it dangerous and dangerous, and it’s a life of death?

"Can you not kill me?" Yuan Shu sighed, "Just like your current identity, be your Qixi voice, and play a much greater role than killing one or two traitors and the Japanese..."

"I think it's pretty good?" Fang Buwei laughed like a self-deprecatingly, "But no one will give me this opportunity..."

Nakamura won't give it, and Ma Chunfeng won't give it...

This Qixisheng will continue to be there, either to win the trust of the Japanese and then hurt their own people, or suddenly be seen through by the Japanese and will not be buried in death.

As of now, there are so many people who know this identity...

"Don't worry, there will be no problem!" Fang Buwei smiled and patted Yuan Shu on the shoulder, "Be your spy king, be careful in everything..."

"Spy King?" Yuan Shu looked strange, "Far worse than you!"

"No, you do better than me!" Fang Buwei smiled, "But when it's time to restrain yourself, you should still restrain yourself... For example, don't be so brave, don't be so upright, and feel that things will leave hidden dangers. If you don't have time to ask for instructions, it's OK to not do it..."

"Well, remember!" Yuan Shu replied casually.

Fang Buwei knew at a glance that he could not help but feel a headache after listening.

It is easy to change the country but difficult to change the nature, so it is not easy to change Yuan Shu's personality.

I have already reminded you about what I should remind you, and the rest depends on luck...

"Then I'll leave!" Fang Buwei waved his hand, and a fish jumped out of the window.

It was still like last time, and Fang Buwei was like a light smoke without making a sound.

Yuan Shu is no longer surprised.

He looked at the half-open window and was stunned for a while before he remembered that he forgot to ask something.

What happened to Lu Kaishan?

Are you my own?

After knowing that Qi Xisheng was Fang Buwei, he could figure it out if he had some doubts.

For example, why did Tian Licheng and Che Qingfeng die so suddenly, or were killed by Lu Kaishan, who was as close as his brother?

Instead, Lu Kaishan lived well and was promoted?

This is simply telling Yuan Shu that Lu Kaishan is also an undercover agent.

What about Shin Zhengang?

The night when he was arrested in Nanjing, Fang Buwei looked at Shin Zhengang with an obvious wrong look, and his tone of speaking seemed to have a little flattering meaning.

At that time, Yuan Shu only thought that Qi Xisheng was a traitor and admired Japanese culture, so he had a good impression of the subscription plan that had lived in Japan, was from a famous family, and was knowledgeable and talented.

Thinking about it now, it was not a flattering look, but respect.

Because from time to time, he could see this look from Fang Buwei's eyes, who was still Qi Xisheng...

Too familiar!

In addition to Shin Zhengang and reputation, as well as his relationship with Yu Chang, Yuan Shu guessed that eight out of ten were also an undercover agent.

When Yuan Shu thought of that night, he couldn't help but be amazed.

Three undercover agents actually gathered a table under the nose of the Japanese, and were all caught in?

I don’t know how much trouble Fang Buqiu had to do that night, so he and Shin Zhengang didn’t make him suspicious.

Forget it, if you miss it, you will miss it. If you really point it out, it is not a good thing...

...

The moonlight is like water, and the Huangpu River reflects like a Milky Way.

Fang Buwei was rowing the oar while listening to the movements on the other side.

According to the original plan, after he met Yuan Shu, he would stay in Pudong.

But who would have thought that Yuan Shu didn't listen to a single word after so much talk?

I can only remind Hu Yueming.

Such a thing must not be sent, otherwise it may be received by Yan'an, which will cause misunderstandings.

Actions like leaving a letter were not very safe, so Fang Buwei had to go to see Hu Yueming overnight.

Fortunately, Shanghai is relatively stable now, martial law is not that strict, and it is not that difficult to meet Hu Yueming.

After crossing the river and abandoning the boat, the only way to the Jing'an Temple is to sneak into the Bund from the river bank.

Hu Yueming did not live in the Eighth Route Army Office, but used a pseudonym to live in a secret stronghold in the Left League: Fenghua Woodwork Factory.

Fang Buwei vaguely remembered that a few years ago, when he first monitored Hu Yueming's radio signal, it seemed that he was at this location.

This time, it was also a repetition of the same trick. Fang Buwei determined Hu Yueming's location based on the frequency and band of the radio station, and then used a tracker...

Hu Yueming lives on the second floor of a small second floor. There seem to be two guys below, so it is not difficult for the other party to do it.

He fainted to Hu Yueming's bedroom without making any noise.

Those who work in spies are more alert.

I don’t know if Hu Yueming was not asleep at all, or if Fang Buwei’s almost inauspicious actions shocked him. Anyway, he was awake when Fang Buwei slid into the window.

Just by listening to the frequency of breathing, you can tell it if you don’t know. Hu Yueming is pretending to be asleep.

Maybe in his hand under the quilt, he was holding a gun with the muzzle facing him.

Just so I saved myself from waking him up.

Fang Buwei turned around, closed the window gently, and then whispered: "It's me, No. 100..."

With a "swish", Hu Yueming sat up suddenly, stared at Fang Buwei in horror.

But Fang Buwei saw that his hands were still hidden in the quilt, and it seemed that he had not eliminated his guard against him.

"You can't see it so dark?" Fang Buwei pulled open the curtains, raised his hand again, indicating that there was no gun in his hand.

"Besides, my face has changed long ago, I guess you won't recognize it..."

"I know!" Hu Yueming stared at Fang Buwei tightly, "Tell me your code!"

"*********" Fang Buwei walked to a desk and sat down while reciting a long list of numbers.

"It's really you?" Hu Yueming relaxed all over and jumped out of bed quickly, "Why don't you reply to the telegram?"

Fang Buwei just shook his head but didn't speak.

He had sent a telegram to Li Zetian, and he made it clear, and his attitude to express it was also very clear.

"I won't talk about this!" Fang Buwei waved his hand, "I have two things to ask you!"

"You said!" Hu Yueming sat opposite Fang Buwei.

"There are two safe houses on the small wharf on Yuqiaqing Road. There are many good things in it. I guess you can't use them all. If you have the conditions, you may also sell them for some funds..."

"Okay!" Hu Yueming nodded, repeated the address Fang Buwei mentioned, signaling himself to remember.

"Second, I opened another account on the HSBC bank order and would deposit money from time to time, which is considered as military expenses donated to the border area... This is a voucher, you can collect it..."

Fang Buwei pushed a paper bag to Hu Yueming.

Hu Yueming's heart was shocked and he didn't go to answer.

Why does Fang not mean?

Just as he was about to speak, Fang Buwei waved his hand suddenly, "Listen to me!"

"Third, Ma Chunfeng has already doubted me. He ordered me to go back to Chongqing before Qingming Festival...

But no matter whether I go back or not, there will definitely be some rumors in Chongqing that are unfavorable to me, such as what comrades I persecuted and what things that are unfavorable to the border areas...

I don't want you to hide it for me, you should report it, you should ask for instructions... I just want you to help... You are in Shanghai, and the information channels should be wider, and you must receive this information earlier. No matter what you hear, you must send me a telegram to tell me about these rumors...

Don't worry, I have reported to Comrade Sawada, and he will do this too..."

But Hu Yueming became more and more confused as he listened.

He always felt that Fang Buwei was like explaining his funeral?

"The last one is my personal reminder to you. It's up to you if you report it to you..."

Fang Buwei stared at Hu Yueming, his eyes flashing with gleam: "Don't go to see Wang Jingwei... I must not go to see Wang Jingwei... No matter who bewitches you, don't go to see Wang Jingwei before you get instructions from your superiors..."

He said it three times in a row, as if he was roaring. Hu Yueming was shocked: "Why should I go to see Wang Jingwei?"

"Don't ask why, just remember what I said!" Fang Buwei breathed violently.

"If you want to say it, just make it clear?" Hu Yueming said anxiously, "This is just a reminder. There is a reason, right?"
To be continued...