In Harbin in January, the bone-chilling chill is like the air, everywhere.

The heavy snow is falling endlessly, trying to fit the entire Harbin area into this boundless white snow.

1933 was the second year of Manchukuo’s rule.

The remnants of the Northeast Army have retreated to Jehol, preparing to rely on the ancient Great Wall for their final resistance.

The sound of snow breaking the branches of pine trees resounded throughout Maoer Mountain. Amidst the noise, three white parachutes descended silently and disappeared into the white world.

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Woo! Woo! Two long whistles pierced the quiet night sky.

The locomotive spit out bright sparks angrily, panted heavily, broke through the darkness, and drove along the railway into the vast distance of the night.

The train from Xinjing to Harbin was crowded with passengers.

Most people put their hands together and closed their eyes to rest.

Except for the sound of wheels rolling against the rails, there was no sound in the carriage.

Chen Zhen sat on his seat and carefully wiped the water drops on his hat.

This is a Hai Long hat, which his father bought at a high price from Ormus.

I heard that he finally had a serious errand this time, so I was willing to take out the treasure at the bottom of the box and let him take it away to keep out the cold.

I have to say that although this thing is extremely expensive and can be exchanged for a good horse, it is indeed warmer than a dog-skin hat.

This time when I went to Harbin, my mother asked my aunt to find her.

Ask her to help Marshal Zhang Jinghui have some fun and help find a job for his nephew.

The old aunt saw that he was in Xinjing all day long, either going to the dance hall or the racecourse.

He is not reliable and does not have a decent job. Seeing that he is twenty-six years old after the New Year, he still spends all day drinking and squandering the family's money. It is a bit hard to look at.

In addition, the daughter of Xi Qia's family will turn eighteen next year, so the perfect day for their wedding is scheduled for the eighth day of July next year.

Xiqia is currently in the limelight and is one of the top four big shots in Manchukuo. My younger brother-in-law is still white and does not look like him.

He asked his former subordinate Jin Guirong to arrange a position for him in the Harbin Police Department. He would stay there for a while, gain qualifications, and then be transferred to the army.

Harbin is nearly 600 miles away from Xinjing. Thinking about the friends around me, if we can’t find anyone, we will disperse and we won’t mess around together anymore!

We are a young man, a dandy.

This is a true portrayal of Chen Zhen's life in recent years, and it is also a disguise on the surface.

When he was studying at Northeastern University in Fengtian in his early years, he joined the Progressive Youth Association, and later secretly joined the party organization under the recommendation of Mr. Ren Guozhen.

Because of his special status, the people he usually comes into contact with are all important people from the fifteen provinces in the Northeast.

Even the governor of a province can encounter him sometimes.

The leaders of the Central Special Branch thought twice, and after careful review and months of training, they felt comfortable allowing him to carry out latent missions in the Northeast.

Chen Zhen glanced at the expensive watch in his hand and found that the hour hand was already pointing to nine-fifteen.

He immediately walked past the conductor and asked, and got the answer he already knew: the train was delayed again.

I cursed angrily in my heart, "Can these guys from the Beiman Railway Bureau be reliable? They can't be on time!"

After further questioning the flight attendant, I learned that it would take about an hour to arrive in Harbin.

Chen Zhen let go of the steward's hand and glanced around inadvertently. He found that near the front and rear exits of the carriage, people who had just pretended to be asleep were peeking at what was going on in his side.

Seeing their eyes pass, they all looked away and continued to pretend to sleep.

Is there a hook in the car?

Chen Zhen immediately noticed something unusual in the carriage and was shocked. Was he exposed? Was he being targeted?

As soon as the idea appears in my mind, I immediately deny it.

Because my recent actions have not revealed anything.

Therefore, these hooks should not be targeting you.

There must be some strangers in the car.

Now that’s fun!

After September 18, the party headquarters in Nanjing, the Fuxing Society, the communications team of the Northeast Army, and the CCP Special Section headquartered in Shanghai all sent their own intelligence personnel to the Northeast to investigate the Kwantung Army's next move.

It directly turned the already turbid water in Xinjing, Fengtian and Harbin into mud.

Coupled with the already active Soviet and Japanese spies, the situation became even more complicated.

Even the Jews and Koreans who were exiled in the Northeast also continued to do so.

These organizations and civil society organizations are all colluding in private. There is me among you, and you among me. Confrontation is accompanied by cooperation.

Friends and enemies change as the situation changes.

In the overall situation, an individual's life is like a candle. I don't know when it will be blown out by the sudden wind.

Chen Zhen sighed emotionally and began to analyze which system the hook in the car was, and it came to the unlucky guy in the car.

The little devil has always been very concerned about intelligence work.

From this point of view, we can also know their ambition.

The Little Devils have established many intelligence agencies in China. The most famous one is the Russian Squadron of the Second Department of the Army General Staff Headquarters, which is a secret service agency located in Harbin, but it belongs to the Army's foreign intelligence department.

The current commander of the Kwantung Army and the plenipotentiary ambassador of Manchukuo, Nobuyoshi Muto, served as the agency director in 1918, so it was renamed the Muto Agency.

The current agency chief is the famous Kenji Doihara.

Although there is also an internal department, the main focus is still on Outer Mongolia and the Soviet Union, and then there is the central government far away in Nanjing, so it cannot be them.

Then there is the gendarmerie's extra-high school course.

But this secret arrest is not in line with the little devil's character.

The Special High School Division operates in a high-profile manner. If they were handling the case, they would have sent the military police on board, taken them all away, and sentenced them all to death. They would rather kill the wrong person than let them go!

If you can hold on, I'll let you go. If you can't hold on, even if your ancestors have no merit, consider yourself unlucky.

It can't be them either.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs also had spies, but they were all military attachés in the consulate. They only dealt with foreign affairs and had no authority to control Manchukuo. It was not them either.

After deleting, deleting, and subtracting, there is only one answer left, that is, the Special Agent Section of the Harbin Police Department. Only this group of devils like to do things behind the scenes.

Chen Zhen looked around and found that the secret police officers who had just observed him no longer paid attention to him, but focused their attention on the middle of the carriage.

The tree was about to be quiet but the wind was still blowing. I didn’t expect that if I took a car, I would be arrested secretly. No one was lucky. When I arrived in Harbin, I should find a great immortal to settle the matter.

Chen Zhen pretended to be nonchalant and looked toward the middle of the carriage. After a quick glance, he discovered that there were several conspicuous people inside.

In the eyes of ordinary people, spies are mysterious beings. They may be the old man who repairs shoes on the street, or they may be the waiter in the hotel. They are mysterious and unpredictable.

But if they are all in this line of work, they can see through each other's identities at a glance.

The smell and feeling on my body are so familiar!

But now he can't deduce which organization these guys belong to.

The false silence in the carriage did not last long.

A man wearing a black leather trench coat and a top hat stood up, quietly avoiding the people around him, and walked to the toilet alone.

When a stone hits the bottom of the water, ripples continue.

This seemingly ordinary behavior attracted a lot of malicious eyes, which followed him into the toilet.

Standing at the junction of the carriages, a man with a hooked nose was observing the situation in the entire carriage.

After watching the man in the trench coat enter the restroom, he quickly winked at the head of the second row, a tightly wrapped woman.

The woman with only one pair of eyes immediately understood the intention of the hooked nose. She stood up, took off the scarf around her head, waited for a minute, and then walked to the toilet step by step.

The man wearing a black leather trench coat walked into the bathroom unhurriedly and came out after half a minute.

Walking to his place, he took out the handkerchief in his pocket, wiped his dripping hands, and buttoned his windbreaker tightly.

The woman and the man in the trench coat passed each other and moved forward.

"The ticket has been checked! The ticket has been checked!"

"Those who haven't had time to buy tickets should quickly make up their tickets!"

"We are about to arrive at the Twin Castles. Passengers who are about to get off the bus, wake up and don't sleep past the station!" The ticket inspector walked into the carriage holding the ticket box.

The passengers in the carriage were all awakened from their daze by the sudden shout. After hearing the words clearly, they reluctantly took out their tickets from their pockets and waited for verification.

The conductors walked through the rows of seats, exchanging tickets back and forth.

When I met someone who didn't buy a ticket, I stopped, counted the money, and replaced the ticket.

The woman wearing the scarf quickly walked out of the toilet, shook the water drops on her hands, took out her handkerchief, shook it in the air three times, and then began to wipe her hands.

The hook-nosed man stood smoking at the junction from the moment he got on the bus.
To be continued...