The man was very cautious when he walked and stopped. Not long after, he stopped a rickshaw and drove out of Yuzhong District.

The car passed by twenty minutes and arrived at Guanyin Bridge in Jiangbei District. The man got off the car and glanced around, but found no suspicious people.

Walking slowly on the street, I saw the tailor shop on one side, and walked in with his head down. It seemed that he was very familiar with the environment here, and the boss also greeted him and didn't care about him.

Standing at the shop window, watching pedestrians passing by on the street, a tall but thin man appeared on the corner of the street, wearing a straw hat made of bamboo, wearing a white-haired gown, and holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

He walked northward, and when he passed the tailor shop, he just glanced at the corner of his eyes and continued to move. The man in the room was dispelled with his slight suspicion and did not waste time. He came to the fitting room and changed the clothes hanging in the corner of the wall directly on his body.

At this moment, the man was wearing a 50% new black suit top and slightly fat black pants. He didn't look like a set of clothes. He wore a somewhat worn round hat and prepared a pair of glasses.

It seemed like a down-and-out rich man, but when he went out, the man did not forget to scan the crowd and headed east.

The man hiding at the entrance of the alley at the corner of the street was running eastward from the alley. It took more than ten seconds to reach the distance of 100 meters. The man had not appeared when he came out, so he tidied up his clothes without rushing.

After seeing the man appear, he followed quietly. On the way, the man tried several times unintentionally and was almost avoided by him.

Finally, I came to a residential area. The environment was pretty good. Some old-style two-story buildings and newly built houses. The streets were covered with bluestone slabs, and there were relatively dense pedestrians coming and going.

"Mr. Liu is back?" From time to time, someone greeted the man, and he nodded and smiled and returned the greeting. He occasionally chatted with people. It is not difficult to guess that he has lived here for a while.

When the man stopped in front of an independent two-story building, the person surveillance was not in action, and he hid himself and watched quietly.

Without any accident, the door was opened and closed in one go. The surveillance man took off his straw hat, patted his clothes, and rushed to the road and made it very dirty. The long hair that had passed through his neck leaked out the snow-white inside when he lowered his head.

That's right, the person who monitored was Chu Wenhao. He had a surveillance site directly opposite Xungufang, but he didn't tell his teammates. It's not that he didn't believe them, there are many reasons here.

When the little boy entered Xungufang, he knew there was something wrong. The phone line opposite was broken. If there was no radio station, he would have to go out if he wanted to send messages or receive messages.

However, judging from his performance in the past few days, there is no intention of going far away. This can be analyzed as someone who is just a passive wait for news.

Since I was waiting for the message passively, how did the person who sent him a message to me pass it? The radio station could eliminate it if it did not receive a signal, the telephone line was cut, and the guests coming and going were recorded. Obviously, these transmission methods were not possible.

If the sender finds these abnormal situations around him, he may take the risk of tempting or sending the letter directly into the store.

It is easy to understand to arouse suspicion. If the phone line is cut, it will arouse suspicion of Japanese spies. If the sender cannot make a call, will he come to check it?

During the entire inspection process, will you find Shen Fangzhou and the others monitoring it? Don’t forget that they need to verify the identity of the customers they come and go. If they have enough patience to observe, it is easy to find that several familiar faces often appear, and the next day they changed another face, but did not change their figure.

Even if you don’t read it so carefully, it will be enough to alert the sender. It is necessary to take the risk of sending the letter to test or remind the store’s people.

Chu Wenhao guessed that the things the little boy gave could not be written, and the verbal message might be very low, and perhaps something reminded the man about what he did. This is easy to understand. The person who monitored was not a good man and a woman, and it is very likely that the child would be arrested for interrogation.

Then if someone is monitoring the little boy after he comes out, he will definitely not let the child go. The sender will follow the little boy all the way until he is sure that there is no monitor. Unfortunately, the appearance of Chen Fangzhou has proved.

Chu Wenhao completely relied on his previous life experience to analyze it, and he was not in a hurry to keep up with the boy. He knew that Chen Fangzhou and the others would appear. His task was to screen the people who followed the boy. This person should not be difficult to find in the crowd, and the result did not disappoint him.

I am happy, but at least I have to determine one clue, whether it is a Japanese spy or not is not important.

"Uncle, is the gentleman you just talked to, right? A friend of mine asked me to inquire about his personal situation and want to tell me about his marriage." Chu Wenhao followed the middle-aged uncle who had just talked to the man for a while and stopped him a little further away.

"Oh." The middle-aged man looked at Chu Wenhao carefully, but he didn't realize that he was a bad guy, because Chu Wenhao was speaking authentic Chongqing dialect this time, and it was still easy to get involved in each other's relationship and relieve his guard.

"Young man, tell your friend, don't worry, marry the girl to Mr. Liu. This Mr. Liu is very capable and is a cultural person. He makes a lot of money. I live next door to him and know him very well. No problem." The uncle advocated to Mr. Liu.

"Uncle, where does this Mr. Liu work? How many people are there in the family now?"

"Where is working... I seem to be the editor-in-chief of a newspaper in Qianmen Street. I forgot what newspaper in detail. He is the only one at home. He is from Peking, who fled to Chongqing. He said that his parents and siblings were killed by the Japanese, and he was the only one left. Alas! When will the Japanese killed these days be eliminated?" The uncle was very angry.

"Uncle, don't worry, if you persist for a few more years, the Japanese will not be the opponent of us Chinese. We will sooner or later go back to our hometown."

"Yeah, that's right."

"Uncle, I asked you just now, don't tell Mr. Liu, so as not to think that he is investigating him, and it will be bad if the wedding happens at that time." Chu Wenhao told the uncle not to turn around and tell him to go when he is happy.

"Don't worry, young man, I'll talk about it on the day of getting married, and ask for a bowl of wedding wine." The two parted, and Chu Wenhao considered what to do next.

Now, the identity of Liu Jiang can be confirmed, and the possibility of being a Japanese is extremely high. Xungufang will not go back for the time being, and the main focus is on Liu Jiang.

He planned to go to Qianmen Street to find his job first, but he had to change his equipment so that he would not encounter Liu Jiang being recognized.

Qianmen Street.

It is not very far from where Liu Jiang lives. It is fifteen minutes walk. The street is not very spacious. There are many people operating business and there are also a lot of people coming and going.

Chu Wenhao stopped the passers-by and asked, "Is there a newspaper nearby?" At this moment, he was wearing a student outfit and a baseball cap. His hair was longer but did not affect his student identity.

"Oh, you're talking about the Xinmin Newspaper ahead. You can walk about five hundred meters ahead."

"Thank you."

Xinmin Newspaper.

Chu Wenhao came to the entrance of the newspaper office and was a three-story building with a small area of ​​not very large. There were not many people entering and leaving.

There were several rickshaws squatting at the door, and there were small shops and newsstands opposite. This was the most prosperous area on Qianmen Street.

Chu Wenhao came to the newsstand and glanced at it. There were more than ten newspapers, including "Chongqing Daily", "Chongqing Business Daily", etc., but he didn't see Xinmin newspapers.

"Boss, why haven't I heard of this newspaper published by Xinmin Newspaper?" Chu Wenhao asked the newsstand owner.

"Ha ha,"

"It's not your fault. The Xinmin Newspaper has a small circulation. It has been in less than two years since its inception. It has not been published on Wednesdays. It is only distributed in Chongqing. It has not been around the surrounding counties and cities. It is not surprising that you just entered the city and don't know." The owner of the newsstand said, finding a copy from a pile of newspapers.

"Hey, the Chongqing Weekly Newspaper is paid by their family. It costs more than one dime and is cheaper." The newsstand owner is quite realistic.

Chu Wenhao picked up the newspaper and looked carefully. There was nothing special. It was all big and small things that happened in Chongqing. The records were detailed, and even the changes in the price of vegetables were specially drawn out to explain them.

The total twelve pages of newspapers are of good quality, and you can also see some gossip news. Chu Wenhao didn't notice such tabloid newspapers in his previous life. After all, there are dozens of newspapers and magazines in Chongqing, both large and small.

"Boss, who made this up? Are you reading such news? Is there any interest in it?" Shen Fangzhou said and handed the boss a dollar and sat next to the newsstand. While reading the newspaper and inquiring about the news, he monitored the newspaper opposite.

"Hey, I heard that Editor Liu from Peking is still a college student, and it's no wonder he can't sell it at this level. I tell you that young man, there are ten other newspapers, and their family can't sell one. I'm just at someone's doorstep, otherwise I'd be too lazy to sell it, it's not enough to lose money." The boss complained in a low voice.

The boss accidentally woke Chu Wenhao up. The newspaper circulation is so small that it doesn’t make money, but it depends on the storefront. With the salary of the staff, the daily expenses will not be small. In this way, the newspaper bosses make changes. Do they don’t want to make money or are they not short of money? Or do they use the newspaper to do something?

Liu Jiang's appearance is easy to think that this newspaper is not simple, so he asked: "Do you know who the newspaper owner is? Are you afraid of losing money if you continue like this?"

"Hey, young man, you don't know this. The boss of this newspaper is very good. I heard that he is a high-ranking official in the government department. Who doesn't know who it is? Opening a newspaper is just for fun, so it's necessary to make money."

Are the people in the government department behind the scenes?

This is not surprising. It is normal for the Japanese to control government personnel to cover it up, which also shows many problems. However, he is too lazy to check now, and everything will come out after he catches people.

"Boss, I'm following your opinion, have you lost a lot of money to buy their newspaper in the past two years?"

"That's right. I'll lose at least three oceans. If I can't sell them, I'll throw them at home as firewood to cook."

Chu Wenhao thought about it and felt that there was still something wrong with the newspaper and needed to check it carefully.

"Since that's the case, you give me a copy of every issue of the newspaper from the opening of the business since the beginning of the business. You can collect it for ten yuan." It's not okay to give too much, ten yuan is enough to make up for his losses.

"This is not possible. How can you suffer a loss? What do you want those old newspapers to do?" The boss was also curious. There was such a person.

"I am a journalist majoring in the journalism department and graduated soon. I want to come to this newspaper as an editor, so I have to study the previous newspaper carefully. After I come in, I have to make a good change. Knowing myself and your enemy will win every battle, and the boss will help me." Chu Wenhao made a fool of himself, after all, it is easy to get away with it in a student outfit.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything, I will definitely help you. You are waiting for me here, and I will go home to find you a newspaper." As he said that, the boss ran away excitedly, which was understandable.

Chu Wenhao stared at it quietly. Ten minutes later, the newsstand owner did not come back, but Liu Jiang hurried into the newspaper with his bag.

So urgent?

It seems that he is going to do something. Today's newspapers must be read, maybe something different is inside.

Today is Saturday and the day for newspapers to be released, and he is looking forward to discovering something.

After a while, the boss came back with a cart. There were a lot of newspapers on it and said happily: "This gentleman, I'm here, there are quite a few issues, take a look."

Chu Wenhao's mouth twitched, but he didn't expect so many. It was also three times a week. In the past two years, it only took more than two hundred times, but it was just a lot.

"The boss found me a rickshaw and took it to the store in front of Jiulong Lake Park in Yubei." Chu Wenhao had no choice but to hand him ten yuan to arrange it. It would take some time for so many newspapers.

"Okay, okay, no problem, look okay." After the rickshaw took the newspaper away, Chu Wenhao also said goodbye and found a tea room not far away to drink tea while waiting for the newspaper.

Twelve o'clock.

When Xinmin Newspaper was publishing newspapers, Chu Wenhao went out to buy a copy and sat in the tea room to review it carefully. He did not let go of every paragraph of text and symbols on pages.

Take the newspapers from the previous issue to compare them and see what’s different. A strange thing happened, there was no extra place, and each page did not change, just like the previous issue.

this...

Chu Wenhao searched again without giving up, but still found nothing. Did he guess wrong? Didn’t Liu Jiang convey information through the newspaper?

This made him lose his mind for a moment. One of them had two big heads and two big ones, and walked out of the tea room with newspapers in his arms. He touched his stomach. He felt hungry now that he didn't eat breakfast. He looked up and saw a wonton shop and walked in. He ordered a bowl of wontons, and two baskets of buns sat there and started eating.

The shop is not big and quite busy, with many customers coming and going, many of them regular customers.

At this time, a man wearing glasses walked into the store and shouted, "Old Wang gives me a bowl of wontons and a basket of buns."

"Okay, come soon."

Before he could start eating his wontons, he spoke: "I said to Lao Wang, you have become increasingly unhonest in your business recently. The wontons are getting smaller and smaller, and the buns are the same. I won't come to eat them like this." The man looked unwilling and said that the boss was talking about him.

"Brother Zhang calms down. I can't help it. The price is so great. A pound of celery is more than 50 cents, cucumber is seven cents, and cabbage is four cents. The meat is even more expensive. I have been in this small shop for more than ten years and have not grown the price. I can only reduce the amount a little. I am still losing money." The owner of the small shop complained.

"No, Lao Wang, I just read the newspaper and it's clear that celery is 40 cents, 70 cents, 60 cents, 50 cents, and 30 cents, 60 cents, and 60 cents, which is much cheaper than what you said. Don't fool me."

Card!

Chu Wenhao, who was eating, was stunned as if he was shocked. He heard the conversation between the two, and suddenly felt something was wrong and he didn't catch it for a while.

Cabbage three cents six cents five...
To be continued...