The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

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, we have to wait until noon. I didn't pay attention when I wasn't going out. The tires are a little slow. I'll tighten them a little when I come back. I can't break the popsicle!"

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?"

The neighbors were also joking. 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're counting on them, it's better to count on yourself!"

After pushing the popsicle cart into the yard, the old lady closed the door and instantly seemed to become a person again. She no longer had the stumbling look in front of others. She looked out through the crack in the door for a moment alertly, and then this Just entered the house.

Putting the pot of roses under the windowsill back on the windowsill, 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 get through the iron shoes and find nowhere, hehe~!"

People outside would never have thought that the illiterate old lady would actually write poems. With her smoking posture, it was impossible to tell that she was a neighbor who had lived together for so many years.

I struck a match and watched the photo curl and burn after being exposed to the flame, with black smoke rising up. The kind-hearted old lady disappeared, turning into another violent face that I would keep away from when I saw her.

However, thinking of her current task, Yu Huang lowered her 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. The Civil Air Defense Project No. 110 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 exposed Li Feng to some people, I wonder if she would say those irritating words again.

The pot of roses 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 specifically observes.

When the roses on the window sill were put up, someone was already turning into the alley on the road.

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 papers and popsicle sticks thrown away by his customers and throw them into the trash can for the street cleaners. Lighten a little burden.

The locust tree next to the trash can has dried up. Even on a June day, the bare branches show no signs of blooming. It can be seen from the trash can next to it. The yellow-black liquid oozing out flows directly to the roots of the tree. Over the years, how can the locust tree still survive?

There was a tree hole at the root of a 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 a ball of ice cream paper.Those big hands directly put the curled up ice cream wrappers into their pockets, and then disappeared next to the tree.

……

"Mission target No. 01, Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, Jeep, 04892-[-], passed by the water duck, it seems that the result is finally there!"

The middle-aged man in a suit and leather suit, holding a big pipe in his mouth, squinted his eyes and looked at the information translated from the code book, and said in a calm tone.

"That should be the case. Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill is in Dongzhimen. When did she go there?"

Another middle-aged man who was checking information about the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill 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!"

The middle-aged man who looks quite like a crooked nut slowly exhales the smoke from his mouth, with a hint of excitement 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. They are really in charge of it. So many!"

The middle-aged man with a thin face, a trace of ridicule flashed in his eyes, and his mood changed as he talked about the mission.

"Then there are two reasons. One is that the target works at a driving school, and the other is that the car he was given after he came back killed so many of us. It turns out that he was timid sometimes!"

"Do you think he works in a steel rolling mill?"

With a cold light in his eyes, the thin-faced middle-aged man crossed his legs and looked at the man standing by the window.

"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 the location well? Even I am moved!"

He slowly 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. Our focus is not here, is 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's eyelids couldn't stop trembling. Then he sighed and looked at the black and white photo blankly.

Under the soaring dove of peace, a young man carrying dozens of lives on his back had 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're here, just go about your business in peace and quiet. My people are already gone!"

He looked at the watch in his hand in a gentlemanly manner. The middle-aged man with oily hair patted his colleague on the shoulder and said in an unquestionable tone. When he looked at the photo, he seemed to be looking at a person. Dead people.

"Since he is paired with a car, he will definitely be paired with someone. I think we have to be more cautious. 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!" (End of Chapter)