"Then go and take a look at the typesetting workshop more often. Takasugi must also be eager to know the specific situation and will definitely find an opportunity to contact you. As it stands, the Special Higher Police should not have entered the United News Agency yet. You should contact them as soon as possible and see if they have any good countermeasures. If not, withdraw as soon as possible."
"Understood!"
Late at night, the radio station of the Shanghai underground party organization received a telegram from Nanjing. When the telegram was urgently delivered to Lin Hanwen, he was astonished upon reading its contents.
The shadowy figure, who had been lurking in Shanghai, suddenly appeared in Nanjing. That was not the worst part. What was even more unbelievable was that he directly contacted Ku Quan, the leader of the Nanjing underground party organization, and issued an emergency warning.
So much so that Kuquan inquired about this matter in particular, leaving me completely baffled. Kuquan's concealment of his identity was naturally a top secret, so how could I, being so far away in Shanghai, possibly know?
As for how the shadow would know? Only he could ask himself. But he had only been in one-way communication with the shadow, had never even seen the shadow's face, and could not communicate with it at all. How could he answer that?
The Nanjing authorities did not disclose the specific content of the shadowy warning, but requested verification of the shadow's identity.
I can only tell him that he does exist, but I can't confirm it unless I see the handwriting on the letter. Shadow's handwriting is very distinctive. It is always in beautiful Song typeface, especially the last character "Shadow" in his signature. It is obviously Shadow's deliberate design and no one else can imitate it.
Lin Hanwen pondered for a long time but still couldn't figure it out. He decided to find some time to see the farmer and ask him about the shadow's situation. It seemed that there were many things the farmer hadn't explained to him clearly.
The next morning, Takasugi Hitoshi stayed in his office without going out. He waited until 3 p.m., the time when news agency articles were typed out. He took out a prepared article, left his office, looked it over, and went downstairs.
After leaving the office building, they walked through a passage behind the building and exited through the back door of the news agency. There were Japanese soldiers guarding the door. When they saw that it was Takasugi Hitoshi, the soldiers quickly let him through.
The news agency's courtyard was the work area for Japanese staff. After passing through this back door, you entered the office area for Chinese journalists, where the typesetting workshop was also located.
Takasugi Hitoshi didn't go directly to the typesetting workshop. Instead, he lit a cigarette at a corner and lingered there leisurely for quite a while. Even after finishing the cigarette, he didn't notice any signs of being followed or monitored. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This was a good sign. It seemed that he wasn't being monitored within the news agency. In other words, the person following him was very likely not a special agent of the news agency. Things hadn't reached the worst point yet.
He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, and continued walking briskly forward. From a distance, he could smell the ink. He walked through a passage and arrived at the typesetting and printing workshop.
At this moment, several staff members saw that it was Takasugi Hitoshi who came in, and they quickly stood up to greet him. As the chief reporter, Takasugi Hitoshi was one of the senior executives of the news agency, and the Chinese employees naturally did not dare to neglect him when they saw him, and they all bowed and greeted him.
The workshop foreman asked softly, "Takasugi-kun, is there anything you need?"
Takasugi Hitoshi waved the manuscript in his hand and explained with a smile, "Mr. Zhou, there are a few places in my manuscript from yesterday that need to be revised."
Upon hearing this, the workshop director quickly nodded in agreement. Temporary changes to the edited content, as long as they were minor, did not require the approval of the editor-in-chief. Especially for someone of Takasugi Hitoshi's status, it was just a matter of a word, which was a common occurrence in the past.
"Takasugi-kun is truly dedicated and meticulous in his work. I'll arrange it for you right away."
The workshop director took the manuscript from Takasugi Hitoshi and turned to assign tasks.
After submitting his manuscript, Takasugi Hitoshi was about to find an excuse to stay a little longer when he glanced around, his eyes quickly sweeping across the room and spotting a figure in the corner of the hallway.
Just as he had expected, Lü Chengfeng had been keeping watch nearby. When he saw Takasugi Hitoshi appear, he followed him. The two locked eyes, and Lü Chengfeng turned and left, with Takasugi Hitoshi quickly following after him.
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