Identity verification
“Hmm,” Zhang Xiande paused, then carefully recounted the situation reported by the hospital to You Jiale. The man immediately asked about his relatives working in the factory and inquired about the price of a bowl of mutton soup. Of course, he also mentioned the bullet hole in You Jiale's stomach and the bump on his head.
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone before You Jiale said with a hint of uncertainty, "How much is the mutton soup?"
“Yes, I also find it very strange,” Zhang Xiande sighed, his tone grave. “You should quickly ask if there are any special communication codes or ways to confirm his identity. This person appeared suddenly and was injured like this, so we have to be careful.”
After listening, You Jiale didn't ask any further questions and simply replied, "I'll get on it right away."
Jiale didn't dare to delay either. After hanging up the phone, she quickly picked up another phone and skillfully dialed a familiar number.
“Li Ming, it’s me, Shanhe.” You Jiale lowered her voice and spoke quickly, “Didn’t you say before that a liaison officer went missing? It seems I accidentally ran into him and he got injured. Zhang Xiande sent someone to take him to the hospital, and he just woke up.”
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, followed by a wary tone: "Injured? Is it serious? Did you say anything when you woke up?"
You Jiale then poured out everything about the man's injuries, what he said when he woke up, such as looking for relatives and asking about the price of mutton soup.
Then Li Ming heard something important: "Lamb soup? He asked about the price of lamb soup?"
Li Ming lowered his voice even further, with a hint of suppressed excitement: "That's the rendezvous signal! It seems it really is a comrade sent from above. You did a great job, Comrade Shanhe."
You Jiale was secretly pleased, thinking that the code would be like in TV dramas, consisting of sophisticated classical Chinese poems.
"So what do we do next? He's injured, and Zhang Xiande is on high alert, keeping a close eye on him."
Li Ming hesitated for a moment on the other end, seemingly thinking of a solution quickly: "We must ensure that comrade's safety and find a way to transfer him to a safe outpost outside the city as soon as possible. The sooner the better."
You Jiale hung up the phone and breathed a huge sigh of relief, finally confirming the other party's identity.
He didn't dare delay and quickly called Zhang Xiande back.
“Hey, I’ve got it all figured out,” You Jiale said with a hint of relief, and even a touch of barely perceptible smugness on her lips. “They said it was indeed a rendezvous signal from within their ranks.”
Zhang Xiande held the phone, his brows still slightly furrowed. Was it really a liaison officer? He still found it hard to believe, but after all, it was a confirmed signal from above, so even if he had doubts, he could only choose to believe it for now.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Xiande said to his third brother in a deep voice, "Then continue to monitor him secretly, but we can't delay any longer. Send a few reliable people and find a way to safely send him to the stronghold outside the city."
Under Zhang Xiande's covert arrangements, the injured liaison officer was quietly moved to a secluded courtyard outside the city. Not long after, Li Ming also secretly went there and made contact with this key figure.
The liaison officer, still somewhat pale, saw Li Ming and, without bothering with pleasantries, immediately lowered his voice and said urgently, "The message from above is that on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, a very important shipment will be secretly transported from this railway station to the front lines. We must ensure the safe and smooth passage of this shipment, and we need to make preparations to receive it in advance. Time is of the essence."
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