Long Junchen put his hands on the bedding, and as he spoke, there was no sound. Ning Feng'er stammered and wanted to comfort her, but didn't know how to speak.

Long Junchen looked at the ceiling with a constant look of time - he was very tired, very tired. He had no place to report and no one could ask for instructions. Liu Qinglong was far away in the country of China, and he had done a lot of things to do when he was sitting on the ground and shouting for charge, and Qian Feng also lost his trace. In this cramped room, the three people were panicked and even warned each other.

What should I do next? No one gave him a correct idea, no one could give him useful advice. He had no place to complain. Zhang Fengmo lay down. Although Ning Feng'er had been in MI6 for some years, she still had no major events. When she encountered this situation, she was either panic or disorderly, and was still waiting to see his expression.

Long Junchen carefully recalled all these kinds of evidence, appeared in the pre-arranged order, and disappeared in the arranged order. He had just thought about it, but the next second he was hit by the cruel reality. The enemy could always arrange everything first.

Suddenly, a strange thought flashed through Long Junchen's mind, and some very fragmented memories flashed like a floating light in his heart. Two light spots, one green and one white, passed through his mind, and then they slightly disappeared without a trace.

Long Junchen suddenly sat up from the bed and looked at Ning Feng'er with a torch, "By the way, where is Xiaoqing, have you brought it back?"

Ning Feng'er saw Long Junchen's eyes lit up and was suddenly awakened. She slapped her forehead and hurriedly replied: "Yes, Xiaoqing didn't seem to follow me at that time. It should have stayed in Miyamoto's room. When I went back the second time, I didn't deliberately pay attention to it. Could it be?!!?"

Long Junchen looked happy, regardless of his physical condition, turned over and said with some excitement: "I remember that the task I gave Xiaoqing at that time was to find Miyamoto Qingquan through the insect. Now, Xiaoqing might still stay next to Miyamoto Qingquan. In this case, we wouldn't have any clues! As long as Miyamoto Qingquan is not dead yet, we still have hope."

"But the Grand Governor, even if Xiaoqing stays by Miyamoto Qingquan, how can we find Xiaoqing and then find Miyamoto Qingquan through Xiaoqing?" Before Ning Feng'er's smile had completely spread, she frowned and interrupted the excited Long Junchen and raised her own questions.

"Use the same trick again." Long Junchen had already thought of the answer to the question. Cheng Zhu coughed twice in his chest and smiled mysteriously. Then his sleeves shook, and a little bug that was similar to Xiaoqing turned around three times on Long Junchen's arm. Except for the color of the little bug, the appearance and length of the body, were exactly the same as Xiaoqing.

Ning Feng'er looked at the little white worm spitting out a letter and shivered and took a step back, "Xiao, Xiaobai?"

"Well, it seems that you have investigated me very carefully. It's good. We can find what we want by relying on it." Long Junchen looked at Xiaobai, but a trace of undetectable worry flashed between his eyebrows.

The snow became denser and bigger, and it was blowing.

The pencil slid on the snow-white paper, like a beauty's toes dancing on the smooth ice surface. Occasionally, a few traces of ice chips were scratched, and the warmth in the safe house was really bad, and he was a little frozen.

This is the first letter Long Junchen wrote after entering Tokyo. After all, the hands and feet of cyber hackers are too long now, and the network of state machines can be hacked into the Internet. What's even more terrifying is that the abilities of these people are indeed terrifying. If someone who is interested really wants to spy on your every move through the Internet, it will be like installing a pinhole camera on your back. It can see clearly like a mirror, and it cannot be guarded against at all. It is permeable.

Long Junchen held a special pencil from MI6 in his hand, and wrote quickly. Using letters to communicate seemed to make people feel more at ease than through the Internet. This is the usual practice of MI6. Logically speaking, after Long Junchen was injured, he should immediately give Liu Qinglong, who was in Shenzhou, so that he could understand the situation here. However, Long Junchen was injured. His injuries were indeed a bit serious at that time and he couldn't even get out of bed, let alone pick up a pen and write a letter.

Writing a letter was originally a matter within the General Administration's Office, and only the General Administration had the power to write this letter. Therefore, after Long Junchen was injured, Ning Feng'er did not have the courage to overthrow his authority to inform Liu Qinglong of this matter. It was even more impossible to report secretly insulting the general's handwriting. After a while, the matter was dragged on. I don't know if Liu Qinglong was confident or was not worried about Long Junchen's life or death at all. He had never thought about contacting them on his own initiative.

The two sides were just so stiff, and no one paid attention to each other. There was originally a network of lines that could secretly deliver information, but Liu Qinglong and Long Junchen seemed to be under objective or subjective reasons, and neither of them had the idea of ​​actively contacting each other. So until today, Long Junchen had to find Liu Qinglong. After all, the current situation was too subtle, and he himself was a little confused, but rather than being unable to make up his mind, Long Junchen seemed to not want to make up his mind.

Making an idea means being responsible for the decisions made. Long Junchen did not expect that something happened and was taken out as a scapegoat. Long Junchen knew the temperament of a state machine like MI6. If something happened, someone must stand up. Long Junchen never did anything like this.

Long Junchen wrote blinkingly that a brilliant flower danced on the special letter paper, and the content of the letter was actually very secret. Although it was a secret letter from MI6, the person who transported it was also the confidant of MI6. After so many years of communication, nothing happened. But this time, the matter in the letter was too important, and the pencil handwriting could be wiped off and could be used by others. Although it was specially made, the other party might see the clues.

Therefore, Long Junchen was not too relieved. The words he used were relatively obscure, and important sentences such as time, place, and character titles were all used in code words. Liu Qinglong had been in the MI6 for so long, Long Junchen believed that he still had the brain to read his code words without ventilation.
Chapter completed!