A dilapidated residential house.
The old lady pushing the ice cream cart attracted the attention of the surrounding neighbors.
"Aunt Yu, the popsicles are sold out so quickly."
The neighbors who were washing and hanging clothes early in the morning saw the old lady coming back, and everyone smiled and said hello.
"It can't be that fast. No matter what, I have to wait until noon. I didn't pay attention when I didn't go out. The tires are a little slow. I'll pump them a little when I come back. I can't break the popsicles."
The old lady with a kind face smiled and waved her hand, pointed at the rear wheel, her expression was the same as usual, and she explained unhurriedly.
"Oh, you can really save money. My daughter has started to go to work, which can reduce your burden. Can't you find a car repair shop to repair it for you?"
Around The neighbor also joked that the old lady pushed such a heavy car and even came back to repair it. This is not how to save money.
The old lady selling popsicles seemed to have heard it, but she seemed not to have heard it. She muttered, "If you count on them, you might as well count on yourself."
Pushing the popsicle cart forward After entering the yard, the old lady closed the door and instantly seemed to become a person again, no longer the shambling look in front of others. She looked out through the crack in the door alertly for a moment, and then entered the house. .
Putting the pot of roses under the window sill again, the old lady paced back and forth in the room, frowning, then subconsciously took out a cigarette and lit it skillfully.
Smoking the cigarette in her mouth, the old lady looked at the photo in her hand. Yes, it was the young man who came to buy popsicles in the morning.
"It doesn't take much effort to find a place after wearing iron shoes, hum."
No one outside would have thought that an illiterate old lady would actually write poems. , coupled with the posture of smoking, it is impossible to tell that they are neighbors who have lived together for so many years.
I struck the match and watched the photo curl and burn after being exposed to the flame, with black smoke rising. The kind-hearted old lady disappeared and turned into another violent face that would stay away from her whenever she saw it.
However, thinking of his current task, Yu Huang lowered his eyes again and looked at the pot of roses on the balcony.
The information has been sent to the dead mailbox, and there is no way back now. No. 110 Civil Air Defense Project has not been able to find any clues yet, but it is a little comfort to be able to find this person.
I just don’t know why she was used to find this young man. You must know that her main task is to find out what is being dug under this land.
Yu Li, ah Yu Li, if she knew that her words had exposed Li Feng to some people, I wonder if she would say those irritating words again.
The pot of rose on the windowsill is not conspicuous.
No one among the people rushing to work will notice that there are some extra things on someone’s windowsill.
Unless someone who specifically observessome people.
When the roses on the windowsill were put up, someone was already on the road and turned into an alley.
Yu Huang’s route of selling popsicles is not fixed, but he always stops at one place. Occasionally, he will pick up the ice cream wrappers and ice cream sticks thrown away by his customers and throw them into the trash can. , to relieve some of the burden on the cleaners who clean the roads.
The locust tree next to the trash can has dried up. Even on a June day, the branches are bare and there is no sign of blooming. You can still see it from the trash can next to it, and the yellow-black liquid oozes out. , flows directly to the roots of the tree. Over the years, how can the locust tree still survive?
There was a hole in the tree at the root of the low tree. The naughty child had stuffed an ice cream stick into it. Then, a big hand stretched out and pulled out the stick, along with it. There is a ball of ice cream wrapper.
The big hands directly put the curled up ice cream wrappers into their pockets, and then disappeared next to the tree.
"Mission No. 2 target, Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, jeep, 0104892, passed by the teal duck, it seems that the result is finally there"
Zhong, holding a big pipe in his mouth, wearing a suit and leather shoes. The young man squinted his eyes, looked at the information translated from the code book, and said in a calm tone.
"It should be, the Red Star Rolling Mill, in Dongzhimen, when did she go there?"
Another middle-aged man who was checking the information about the Red Star Rolling Mill, His face looked a little confused.
"Haha, no matter whether they are dignitaries or ordinary people on the street, don't they all have to eat ice cream? Isn't this the benefit of putting her there?"
Looks like a crooked nut The middle-aged man slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth, with a hint of lust in his eyes. The most unexpected things are often the biggest gains.
“Things are more troublesome. According to the information collected, there should be no leading cadres in this steel rolling mill. All their cars go to the driving school, that is, the Ping An Driving School. To learn to drive, you have to set up a special school. The school, they have so much to take care of."
The middle-aged man with a thin face, a trace of ridicule flashed in his eyes, and the mood changed as he talked about the task.
"Then there are two reasons. One is that the target works at a driving school, and the other is that he was given a car after he came back and killed so many of us. It turns out that he also has the courage. When I was a child"
"Do you think he works in a steel rolling mill?"
A cold light flashed in his eyes. The thin-faced middle-aged man crossed his legs and looked at the man standing by the window. The one on the side.
"I know much better than you how many people there are in this driving school and what kind of cars there are. Who made them choose a good position? Even I am moved."
Slowly He knocked the ash from his pipe into the ashtray. The man who looked like a crooked nut looked at the map on the table with a faint smile on his face.
"Okay, my friend, now that we know where he is, someone will naturally solve the rest of the matter. Our focus is not here., isn't it?"
"I understand, the investigation mission will not be delayed. I will find someone to solve this goal."
Thinking of the comrades who died in Shanghai, the thin-faced middle-aged man His eyelids trembled uncontrollably, and then he let out a long sigh and stared blankly at the black and white photo.
Under the soaring dove of peace, there was a young man carrying dozens of lives on his back. With a smile on his face, the more he looked at it, the more dazzling he felt, and he wished he could cut him into pieces immediately to end the pain in his heart.
"No, since you are here, then you can rest easy. Do your job well, my people have already gone."
Looking at the watch in his hand with a gentlemanly look, the middle-aged man with oily hair patted his colleague on the shoulder. , said in a tone that left no room for doubt. When he looked at the photo, he seemed to be looking at a dead person.
"Since he is matched with a car, he will definitely be matched with someone. I think so. You have to be careful, that kid will not take it lightly."
"No matter how cautious a person is, there will always be times when he relaxes, especially in his own nest, like we are now." Please remember to collect , the latest and fastest website for free reading without anti-theft