Chen Jingming was quickly taken away, and the entire military headquarters was as quiet as if nothing had happened.
The First Primary School urgently dispatched another teacher to personally take these students away.
The experiential learning program, which was originally scheduled to last for a week, ended prematurely after only three days.
The students, unaware of what had happened, kept asking questions.
"Where is Teacher Chen? Why did Teacher Chen suddenly disappear?"
"Yes, we also wanted to show Teacher Chen our notebooks, which are full of my drawings of the black soil."
"Teacher, when will Teacher Chen be back?"
The teacher leading the group gave a dry laugh. Although he didn't know what had happened, judging from the principal's expression, he guessed that Teacher Chen had made a serious mistake and it would be difficult for him to return to teaching.
"Your teacher, Ms. Chen, has had to leave temporarily due to family matters. I don't know when she will be back. But don't worry, I will take charge of your classes from now on."
"All right……"
After calming the students down, the teacher quickened his pace, saying, "Get on the bus, we're going back to school."
He looked at the soldiers who came out of the military headquarters to see him off, and had a vague premonition that something bad might happen.
The other person's serious expression suggested it wasn't a minor issue...
The students quickly got into their cars and left.
Night fell.
One military vehicle after another sped out, heading straight for the town.
Jiang Linchuan sat in the front car, looking out the window with a sullen face.
He originally intended to find Xu Xinghe, but a spy suddenly appeared, so he had no choice but to lead the team on a search mission.
This made him very unhappy, as every time it involved espionage, it took a lot of time.
This time, it will probably be a long time before we see Xu Xinghe again...
A slightly sarcastic voice came from behind, "Commander Jiang, you're going to arrest spies? Why do I get the feeling you're in a bad mood?"
Jiang Linchuan closed his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to Zhao Feng behind him.
They were originally at the same rank and had a rather ordinary relationship. However, in the competition, he became a commander, while Zhao Feng was only promoted to adjutant, half a rank below him.
From then on, Zhao Feng began to feel resentful.
Every time I see myself, I always try to find a way to make a sarcastic remark.
Originally, only Jiang Linchuan was supposed to lead the team on this mission, but Zhao Feng insisted on coming along. He was quite capable, and even Political Commissar Wang couldn't say anything, so he could only agree.
Seeing that Jiang Linchuan didn't react, Zhao Feng chuckled and said no more.
Trucks sped across the snow, their tires crunching over the icy surface.
When they were still half a mile from the town, the convoy suddenly stopped.
The car door opened softly, and fully armed soldiers quickly jumped out, scattering like shadows blending into the darkness, their movements swift and clean.
Break it down into smaller parts to avoid alerting the enemy.
In just a few breaths, their figures had all vanished.
Half an hour later.
Jiang Linchuan stood in the alley at the east end of the town, under the old locust tree diagonally opposite the blue brick house.
That was Chen Jingming's residence.
By the moonlight, he observed his surroundings.
It snowed lightly again this afternoon.
There were no footprints in front of the house, and the snow on the courtyard wall showed no signs of being disturbed.
The two soldiers in charge of perimeter reconnaissance gave a signal that everything was fine elsewhere.
Jiang Linchuan leaped up, his body like a cheetah vaulting over the two-meter-high courtyard wall, landing steadily on the snow in the courtyard, splashing up fine snowflakes.
He opened the door.
A group of soldiers appeared in the darkness and quickly entered.
The door slammed shut.
It only took half a minute from beginning to end.
Everything returned to calm.
The courtyard was quiet, with only the howling of the cold wind.
Jiang Linchuan moved along the wall, his gaze quickly sweeping over everything in the courtyard.
There was an old cotton-padded jacket on the clothesline; it was probably something someone would wear while working.
A stack of firewood was piled up in the corner, and a thin layer of snow had also fallen there.
Finally, his gaze settled on the tightly closed door.
Jiang Linchuan held his breath and listened intently.
A moment later, there was no movement inside the room.
To make sure everything was perfect, he walked around the house again.
Nobody's here.
Jiang Linchuan made a hand gesture, and two soldiers immediately approached and squatted down. One of them took out a string of thin iron wire from his waist and skillfully inserted it into the keyhole.
In just a few seconds, the door lock clicked open.
The soldiers immediately raised their guns and formed a tactical formation, standing close to both sides of the door.
Jiang Linchuan suddenly pushed open the door.
A wave of icy air hit me.
The beam of light illuminates.
Everything inside the room was revealed in an instant.
Jiang Linchuan entered first, followed by the soldiers.
They quickly occupied key locations such as the living room, kitchen, and bedroom, their flashlight beams sweeping through the dark room.
"Reporting to Commander, no dangerous explosives detected!"
"Reporting to Commander, everything is safe!"
"Reporting to Commander, everything is safe!"
Jiang Linchuan nodded, "Okay, begin the thorough search. Don't overlook any suspicious items!"
After a general search was completed and it was confirmed that there was no danger, a more detailed search followed.
Every item in the spy's residence must be thoroughly searched.
Anything suspicious must be taken away!
Jiang Linchuan went straight into the bedroom.
There's a faint, lingering smell of ink here.
The room was small, with a single bed against the wall and a desk next to the headboard that was already worn out. It was probably a discarded desk from the school, with the legs of the desk shorter than usual. It was barely stable with a brick underneath.
There were many books on the desk, piled up in several stacks.
From the perspective of the books they were arranged, Chen Jingming often read books on teaching and various miscellaneous books about Heilongjiang Province, including some county annals. In addition to recording major events that have occurred in Heilongjiang Province from ancient times to the present, these books also contained many strange and supernatural myths and legends.
Spies excel at hiding secrets in these kinds of books.
Scholars, in particular, love to do this kind of thing.
Jiang Linchuan put on his gloves and picked up a book to read.
A moment later.
He put it down and picked up another one.
He meticulously recorded all the annotations he made in the book, as well as the notes he kept.
Half an hour later.
He picked up a yellowed book of foreign poetry, and the moment he opened it, his fingers suddenly stopped.
On the title page of the book were a few lines of excerpted poetry.
The handwriting was delicate and beautiful, with each stroke having a unique hook—he was very familiar with this handwriting!
Jiang Linchuan's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.
This is clearly Xu Xinghe's handwriting!
He read every word in the letter she wrote to herself more than once, and he remembered every single stroke clearly.
That hook could only belong to her!
Why is Xu Xinghe's handwriting here?
Jiang Linchuan flipped through the pages quickly.
There are some annotations inside, all written by Xu Xinghe.
So... does this book belong to her?
Why did her book end up in Chen Jingming's house?
What is their relationship?
Jiang Linchuan couldn't understand it, and he squeezed the book harder, almost crushing it.
"What are you looking at, Commander Jiang? You've been looking at it for so long?" Zhao Feng walked in and his gaze fell on the book in Jiang's hand. "The mission is important. Commander Jiang, you'd better not get distracted."
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