Genius Agent

Chapter 7 has the same layout.

The landlord felt unlucky; the tenant had been beaten to death shortly after the house was rented out, causing him to be questioned by the police for a long time.

The police only released him after he paid them a sum of money; otherwise, he would have suffered the same fate.

"Look at it, isn't it very clean?"

The landlord stepped aside as he opened the door to the inner room, and Su Yuncheng went inside.

The inside had been cleaned up and was indeed clean.

But he could sense that the landlord was lying, and he felt a little guilty. Su Yuncheng wasn't interested in why he felt guilty, but he could understand why the landlord was lying.

The previous tenant had just been beaten to death, and he was worried that his house would be hard to rent, so he didn't tell the truth.

Su Yuncheng's eye twitched slightly after glancing at it.

The scene inside was completely different from what he had seen in his dream, but the desk was the same, only the desk in front of him was much newer, while the desk in his dream was full of vicissitudes.

Soon, Su Yuncheng felt a slight tremor in his heart.

Although the furniture, floors, and walls in the rooms are different, the layout of the house is clearly the same.

With the walls and floors altered, fences and glass cabinets added, and photos and other items displayed, the house in front of me is a scene straight out of my dreams.

In other words, this is the place he saw in his dream.

"The house is nice, let's take another look."

Su Yuncheng didn't say much. Xie Hanzhang's things were gone. The police had searched the place yesterday, and the valuables had already been taken away.

The rest were also moved out by the landlord overnight. Since all the tenants were dead, his house couldn't be left empty, so he definitely had to continue renting it out.

"I can give you a discount."

Someone wanted to rent the room, and the landlord, not wanting to give up, hurriedly called out. Huang Chuanming handed over a pack of cigarettes: "Let's compare prices. If it's suitable, the price doesn't matter."

The landlord took the cigarettes, watched the two leave with regret, and casually put the cigarettes into his pocket.

Although the other party didn't rent a house, at least his trip wasn't in vain; he got a pack of cigarettes.

"Editor-in-chief, it's been tampered with inside."

On the way back to the newspaper office, Huang Chuanming spoke up, and Su Yuncheng nodded, "That's right, just make sure Xie Hanzhang lived here before. Go check the Japanese quarter and see who did it. If our senior brother asks, we'll report it immediately."

"Yes."

Huang Chuanming nodded immediately. Although he had not received professional training as a special agent, he was capable of handling this kind of simple investigation task.

Huang Chuanming's brother works for the Japanese, and he knows people in the Japanese community. Moreover, this time he is collecting intelligence for Muto Tomohiro, so he doesn't need to worry about anything.

"Editor-in-Chief Su, you're back."

As soon as Su Yuncheng arrived at the newspaper office, he saw the stationery store clerk waiting for him in the large office outside.

"Come into my office and we'll talk."

Su Yuncheng led his assistant into the office, counted the items he had brought, gave him fifty-two silver dollars, and even gave him a few extra cents for the delivery.

After seeing the shop assistant off, Su Yuncheng sat at his desk, closed his eyes, and fell into deep thought.

The possibility that dreams represent the future is growing stronger. I never thought that someone would still remember Xie Hanzhang in the future. What will my future be like?

And who exactly is the person who ran away yesterday who was with Xie Hanzhang?

Xie Hanzhang's article has been published, and the manuscript must have fallen into that person's hands. Was it he who kept the manuscript and ultimately let Su Yuncheng see it in his dream?

Su Yuncheng was also curious about his identity.

A corner of a lane in the French Concession.

Hu Huai'an stood to the side and waited for a full ten minutes.

His hands remained inside his clothes, secretly gripping the gun.

This is a method to prevent being followed; if someone is following you, they will be discovered as soon as they come over.

After confirming that no one was around, Hu Huai'an arrived at a door after a while, observed the surroundings again, and gently knocked on the door.

The man who opened the door was in his forties. He glanced around when he saw Hu Huai'an, and then closed the door immediately after Hu Huai'an came in.

"Old Liang, what did the organization say?"

Upon entering the room, Hu Huai'an immediately asked, "I reported to the organization yesterday after Xie Hanzhang's incident. The man in front of me is my superior, Lao Liang."

"The organization has arranged for you to live in Hangzhou for a while. Japanese spies have seen you, so for your safety, it's best to stay away for the time being."

Old Liang picked up the thermos and poured two cups of water. The ceramic cups filled with hot water could warm his hands, but not his heart.

Xie Hanzhang's death in front of him became Hu Huai'an's eternal pain.

Hu Huai'an looked somewhat somber: "The Japanese spies have only seen me, but they don't know my identity. Shanghai is so big, do I need to leave?"

"Old Hu, I understand how you feel. We've already suffered too many losses. It's just a temporary departure. Don't worry, you'll be able to come back in six months at most. Shanghai needs you."

Old Liang comforted them, saying that the bloody lesson taught them that they should never take chances.

Although it was Japanese spies who saw Hu Huai'an, these Japanese spies were even more despicable. Once they saw Hu Huai'an, they would search for him relentlessly, like dogs that had caught a whiff of his scent.

If Hu Huai'an is discovered by them again, not only Hu Huai'an himself, but even the organization may be in danger.

"Okay, I'll go to Hangzhou right now."

Hu Huai'an understood organizational discipline and did not insist. Old Liang then gently tapped the table: "The organization sent you to Hangzhou, but there's another task: you need to find someone there."

Secretary Xiao, who is in charge of work in Shanghai, recently had a task to assign someone to Hangzhou.

Hu Huai'an got into trouble in the French Concession. After Lao Liang reported it, Secretary Xiao decided to send Hu Huai'an to carry out the mission.

Hu Huai'an is a veteran comrade who has received training, is principled, and has faith. He is fully capable of being entrusted with important responsibilities.

Xie Hanzhang's accident was not Hu Huai'an's responsibility. The Japanese were too cunning; I didn't expect them to find Xie Hanzhang's new residence so quickly.

It was already quite remarkable that Hu Huai'an was able to discover the spies in time and escape.

"Old Hu, the person you're looking for is surnamed Su, around seventy years old, not very tall, with a black mole on the corner of his left eyebrow, and he's quite skilled."

"The organization doesn't know his exact name, where he lives, or even whether he's still in Hangzhou or alive. So this mission isn't mandatory. It would be best if we could find him, but if we can't, we can at least find out his identity and see if he has any descendants."

Old Liang spoke slowly, and Hu Huai'an carefully kept it in mind.

"Please rest assured, I will definitely complete the mission."

Hu Huai'an nodded. He didn't ask why the organization was looking for such an old man. He would carry out any task assigned by the organization, no matter how difficult it was.

The organization didn't know where the person they were looking for was, but at least they knew his surname, age, and, with the clues of his mole and his good fighting skills, Hu Huai'an believed that as long as he searched diligently, he would definitely be able to find him.

"I believe in you. This is the funding the organization has given you. Take it and set off as soon as possible."

Old Liang nodded and took out ten silver dollars.

With limited funds, Hu Huai'an needed to stay in Hangzhou for several months and also had to run around looking for people.

This amount of money isn't even enough for his food and lodging. Hu Huai'an doesn't have a place to stay in Hangzhou and needs to rent a house and pay for food, so this amount of money is far from sufficient.

Hu Huai'an pushed the silver dollar over and shook his head, saying, "I still have some savings, enough to use in Hangzhou. You take this money back and give it to the organization; I don't need it for now."