"Tuk tuk, tuk, tuk tuk" Hearing a few very rhythmic knocks on the door, Xiao Yuntong got up and was about to open the office door, but found a piece of paper stuck in the crack of the door. She picked up the paper and found that it was a blank piece of paper, and hurriedly lit the alcohol lamp, took out the chemical potion from the excavation, smeared it on the paper, and the font began to appear under the light of the lamp. The note stated that if the situation changed, the plan would be changed. Send my cousin away tomorrow night. After reading it, she hurriedly rejected the fire and turned it into ashes.

After pondering for a while, Xiao Yuntong walked out of the infirmary with the prepared potion.

In the quiet hospital, Xiao Yuntong walked into room 302. Although it was silent, Cai Jiafu looked around vigilantly. One day later, Song Hui opened his eyes. As the No. 2 chief of the military region, in fact, he is very reluctant to come to the hospital in the enemy region. First, it is easy to expose the target, and secondly, the comrades who are secretly on the front line will be implicated.

Xiao Yuntong approached the bed and saw his cousin closed his eyes and breathed evenly. He called softly, "Cousin, cousin." Hearing her voice, he opened his eyes and asked gently, "Biao, are you here?"

Xiao Yuntong pulled out the bottle and whispered, "Because the situation has changed, the organization has decided to send you out tonight."

Xiao Yuntong held it down and told him that the person who came to pick him up would be there soon. According to Qingsong, the Japanese are very strict now, and for safety reasons, they can only leave by boat on the night of the dark moon and high winds.

"How is my cousin's body recovering!"

Xiao Yuntong frowned and said, "The wound hasn't healed yet, but as long as you don't exercise vigorously, the wound won't open." Just as he was talking, Zhang Peng walked in quietly. "This is not the place to talk. There are pictures of Comrade Song Hui posted everywhere."

"How is this going?"

"It must be a problem outside and inside."

"When we arrived in Shanghai, few people knew about us except the chief and the director," Cai Jiafu said.

"It's possible that the enemy has placed an insider in his hometown, or there is a traitor. So tonight we have to send you away." Xiao Yuntong said.

"No! I have to connect with Nighthawk." Song Hui said firmly.

"We'll talk about the connection later. Rehabilitate the injury first." Liang Zhengfeng said: "Three days later, the Japanese envoy will depart from Tokyo to Shanghai. These days, the Japanese have to carefully check the people who come and go on the train. We decided to leave. Take my cousin home by water. This is a pack of suspended animation powder."

Xiao Yuntong knew that this drug was poisonous, paralyzed nerves, and had no breathing or pulse after taking it, but it would wake up normally after a few days and bring people back to life. Once the dose is over, it will make people die.

At this time, Zhang Peng, who was on guard outside, came in and said hurriedly, "There are a lot of Japanese soldiers outside."

Time was pressing, Xiao Yuntong adjusted the dose and let Song Hui take it. Two minutes later, he entered a state of suspended animation; after passing through, clever makeup, suspended Song Hui became a dead leper and was carried out through the back door.

Along the street, a few figures swayed under the murky lights.

"idiot!"

"Taijun!"

"You, what are you doing?"

"Taijun, we are going for a funeral!" Zhang Peng, who bent his brows, took off his felt hat.

The Japanese soldier at the head said fiercely: "Funeral? That's the reason for burying people at night!"

"My brother, he has leprosy."

The servile Old Li took out a few pieces of money from his pocket and stuffed it into the hands of an imperial army next to him: "Taijun, you can do it, my brother, the corpses are all rotting." Lian dressed as an aunt. Luo Yuan Fangfang was in one, crying to the death.

"open to take a look!"

"No, Taijun! This is disrespectful to the dead."

"Open!" The reluctant Japanese soldier shouted with his gun raised. Helpless, the four people carrying the fake corpse had to open a gap in the coffin.

Under the light, Song Hui's face was hideous, and from time to time he smelled of a corpse. Seeing nothing suspicious, the Japanese soldiers had no choice but to let it go.