The secret war is silent

Mountain city, Songlinpo Mansion.

"Boss, Rakshasa is calling. They have the ferry tickets for this morning. They will go to Jinghai first, and then transfer to a plane from Jinghai to fly to Hong Kong."

"Well, do you have any arrangements with Jinghai?"

"..."

"Isn't there anyone who can respond?"

"No, Luo Yao didn't report his course of action at all. Once I know it, there's nothing I can do to make arrangements. Besides, it's too late to make arrangements now."

"Forget it, have you told them how to contact us when we get to Hong Kong?"

"Of course I've said this a long time ago. It's not their first mission. It would be too rash to just go to Hong Kong without asking clearly." Mao Qiwu smiled sarcastically.

"That's it, tell me after they arrive in Hong Kong." After saying that, Dai Yunong hung up the phone. He actually wanted to go to Hong Kong in person.

But instead of going to see Luo Yao, he had other arrangements. It depends on whether he can catch the opportunity.

…

The passenger ship weighed anchor, sounded its whistle, and slowly sailed away from the shore toward the center of the river.

Luo Yao was not like Gong Hui, who would sleep as soon as he got on the ship. He couldn't fall asleep. He actually had some thoughts on this trip to Hong Kong.

Hong Kong is not a big place. If I stay long enough, I can find a way to find my father. Others can't, but he is different.

Some are the special feeling between father and son.

He sat up, took his coat, took out a pack of cigarettes.

This is a cigarette addiction.

Close the hatch.

Luo Yao took out a cigarette with his back against the door, lit it, and started smoking. He rarely smoked before, and he only learned this habit after escaping death.

There are quite a few people smoking in the corridor. After all, the space in the cabin is too small, and smoking can easily cause fires. It would be much better to get out.

The boat moves forward smoothly. This is a boat traveling from upstream to downstream, which is a downstream flow. In addition, the winter monsoon blows from northwest to southeast.

Therefore, although the Yangtze River is currently in dry season, the speed of the boat is faster.

The floor where Luo Yao lives is basically full of powerful people, and some even bring bodyguards, which seems to be the same thing.

Soon, Luo Yao finished smoking a cigarette and was about to open the cabin door to go back. Suddenly he heard the name "Gong Hui" mentioned by two people standing at the door not far away, about fifteen or six meters away from him.

They still speak Japanese.

If Luo Yao didn't understand Japanese, he would really have ignored it.

The topic discussed by the two was very unpleasant. They simply recognized Gong Hui as the "coffee beauty", and then one of them found an opportunity to lure him away, while the other took the opportunity to enter Gong Hui's room and have a beautiful "encounter." ".

Luo Yao's heart felt cold. If these two people were acting like normal people, they would probably be fooled by them.

After stopping to listen for a while, Luo Yao opened the door and went in.

That night, two drunken travelers fell into the water and fell into the water. When they were rescued, they were already cold.

This kind of thing was so common, and no one on the ship had any personal grudge against either of them, and they did die of drowning, so there was no murder.

The body was processed for a while, and then someone came to the next pier to transport it down.

This is just a small episode.

After that, the journey was peaceful until the passenger ship arrived at Jinling Xiaguan Pier. Passengers could rest on the ship or go ashore.

But we have to board the ship early tomorrow morning, because we will sail to Jinghai early the next morning and there will no longer be any docks along the way.

Xiaguan, that was the pain in Luo Yao's heart. He didn't know when he would come back again, but this time he was just passing by.

"Cousin, don't you want to go ashore and have a look? I'll accompany you?" Gong Hui knew that Luo Yao had lived in Jinling for a long time. During the massacre a year ago, he was separated from his father and had to escape death to reach Jiangcheng. A complete family was lost like this. .

"I don't want to, so as not to be sad." Luo Yao shook his head. It's not time for him to set foot on this land again, so why bother himself.

"Otherwise, why don't you treat me to dinner? There are a lot of delicious food in Jinling?"

"Later, the restaurant on the ship is pretty good. When we get to Jinghai, I'll treat you to the best French meal!" Luo Yao refused as he didn't want to go ashore.

"You said you are not allowed to go back on your words?"

"Don't worry, we have to stay in Jinghai for at least one day and one night. We have plenty of time." Luo Yao nodded.

"Let's go, cousin, let's go to dinner." Gong Hui took Luo Yao's arm, looking like a little bird and being obedient. She was totally different from the Gong Hui he met at the beginning.

This may be a kind of transformation of women.

The restaurant on the ship is small, but the consumption is not low. If you don't have money in your pocket, you really can't afford the food here. Ordinary people either bring their own dry food, or they go ashore to eat out.

Tonight, there were far fewer people eating on the boat.

When Luo Yao and Gong Hui arrived, the seat was mostly empty.

Gong Hui casually ordered three dishes and one soup.

He did not drink. During this mission, Luo Yao set a rule for himself. He would not drink alcohol unless necessary. Alcohol can easily paralyze nerves and make people slow to react. It will affect judgment at critical moments.

"I'll smoke a cigarette. You go in first." After dinner, Luo Yao and Gong Hui returned to the cabin. He asked Gong Hui to go back first while he stayed outside and smoked a cigarette.

Yang Fan came up from the bottom cabin.

Luo Yao threw him a cigarette.

"You've never traveled far, have you?"

"Yeah." Yang Fan nodded. As he grew up, the farthest place he went to should be Yueyang. That was when he was a child, and he went with his father, which was also in Hubei.

"The outside world is very exciting, but also very cruel." Luo Yao took a puff of cigarette and exhaled it for a long time.

"Sir, what are we doing on this trip?"

"I don't know either. I'll find out when we get to Hong Kong." Luo Yao shook his head.

"I miss my mother."

"I know that you are a filial child, but you can't be filial to her now. When we defeat the Japanese, we can truly live a good life. At that time, you can go back and be filial to your mother. ." Luo Yao said.

"Will my mother live to see another day?"

"Silly boy, your mother's illness is not terminal. Her disease can be controlled by taking medicine and she can live. She will definitely survive until we fight away the Japanese. In the future, when you marry a wife, she will also take care of your children. Here!" Luo Yao rubbed the back of his head, "Don't think too much, go back to sleep, we will go to Jinghai the day after tomorrow. When you get to the pier, don't wander around, wait for me, I will show you what the Far East is. Heaven!"

"good."

Yang Fan nodded.

"Wait a minute." Luo Yao took out the remaining half pack of cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed it into Yang Fan's pocket. "You can smoke, but you should smoke less."

"Thank you, sir." Yang Fan said happily.

"Go ahead."

Luo Yao waved his hand.

…

"I've peeled the apple for you." When Luo Yao came back, he found Gong Hui sitting on the bed with his back to the bedside, the bedside lamp turned on, and he was flipping through a foreign illustrated magazine with relish.

The women in the pictorials are naturally wearing the most popular styles of clothing of the era, as well as various popular shoes and hats.

At first glance, this woman knew that she was planning to go shopping.

"Thank you." Luo Yao was not polite, walked over, picked up the peeled apple and took a bite, then found a comfortable position and lay down.

"Cousin, when I arrive in Jinghai the day after tomorrow, how about you accompany me to the Bund and Nanjing Road?"

"Do you want to go shopping or go shopping?"

“Shopping as well as shopping!”

"No!" Luo Yao refused.

"Why?"

"Look at how many things you brought in your suitcase. If you buy a bunch of things and put them on the plane, you have to take them with you when we come back. Are you stupid, and you won't wait until we come back to buy them?"

"Yes, then wait until we come back from the mission before buying it!" Gong Hui nodded.

"You stay up until midnight today, and I'll go to bed first." Luo Yao quickly finished chewing an apple, then turned sideways and prepared to go to sleep.

"Well, you go to sleep. I'll wake you up at twelve o'clock." Gong Hui nodded. They both took turns sleeping, one would go to bed in the middle of the night, and the other would go to bed in the middle of the night.

These days, even if someone is in their own bed, they are not necessarily safe. Sleeping with one eye open is a necessary skill for an agent.

…

All in all, Luo Yao has not returned to Jinghai for three years. Although his ancestral home is Jinghai and he studied in university in Jinghai, he actually spent most of his time in Jinling.

Of course, he wanted to be familiar with Jinghai at that time. After all, Jinghai was where he spent his best four years of college.

Youth, sweat, and sour and ignorant love!

"Let's go and buy air tickets first. If we're lucky, we can fly to Hong Kong tomorrow." As soon as the passenger ship docked, Gong Hui pulled Luo Yao off the ship.

In the entire Jinghai, only Longhua Airport still has civilian flights to Hong Kong. The other airports have become military airports for the Japanese army, and there are no civilian flights at all.

Air tickets are not cheap, and most people still choose railways or ships to travel, but airplanes are undoubtedly the fastest means of transportation.

Of course Luo Yao wanted to reach Hong Kong as quickly as possible, but if there was no other way, he had only one other option, to continue taking the boat.

When they arrived at Jinghai, there was no need for Luo Yao, Gong Hui and Yang Fan to separate.

After the three people met at the pier and passed strict inspection, they entered the British Concession. They first went to the office set up by the airline in the concession to inquire about the flight.

Flights to Hong Kong are indeed a bit tight, but Luo Yao is not short of money.

To be cautious, I asked the unfamiliar Yang Fan to come forward and buy three plane tickets to Hong Kong at ten o'clock the next morning.

In other words, as long as the plane takes off on time, they can check in at the Peninsula Hotel in Hong Kong tomorrow night.

"I'll take you to the Red House for a French meal first, and then accompany me to buy some things to visit someone." After buying the plane tickets, Luo Yao called two rickshaws.

"Are you really going to have a French meal?"

"Don't what I said count as words?" Luo Yao said with a smile.

"That's great, cousin, you are so kind to me."

"Lady, be a little lady..." Luo Yao said hurriedly, "Ahu, follow me."

"Okay, Master!" Yang Fan (Nie Hu), who played the role of the follower, also happily agreed.