At the door of the room on the first floor, Tao Canhua was slumped on the wooden floor. In front of him, the little boy he had held hostage was now kneeling on the ground with his hands on his throat, struggling in pain but silently.

Dark red blood gurgled out from between the fingertips of this devil cub, staining his neck and the small white suit on his body with dark patches.

"Canhua, are you okay?" Wei Ran was the first to recover and asked in a low voice.

"No, it's okay!" As Tao Canhua spoke, he subconsciously rubbed his thighs, then struggled to stand up and spoke faster, "This child..."

"Mr. Zhida, do you need me to save it?" Wei Ran asked calmly in Zhida's ear, "Look, the shot you just shot seemed to have almost killed him."

Hearing this, Ueda simply closed his eyes.

"Canhua, kill that child. It seems that Mr. Zhitian doesn't care about his life or death." Wei Ran said in a calm tone, and Zhitian also shivered.

"Save, save Haka." Ueda, whose jaw was dislocated, said vaguely.

"You have to pay for the consultation fee," Wei Ran reminded him unhurriedly.

Hearing this, Ueda nodded hard with his chin shaking uncontrollably.

"There are Japanese soldiers and patrol police coming outside," Guan Bingwen reminded.

“It’s time to get out of here”

Wei Ran said, dragging Zhi Tian to the door first, and at the same time reminded,

"Take that little brat and that little bitch."

Before he finished speaking, Tao Canhua stood up with his hands on his thighs, and then picked up the injured little boy.

At the same time, Guan Bingwen also picked up the kimono woman who had been knocked unconscious by Wei Ran, and followed her to the gate.

"Where are we going?"

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already opened the door of the car belonging to Xu Qing Letter Apartment, and pushed Ueda, whose hands were dislocated, into the passenger compartment.

"We can't go back to the study apartment anyway." As Tao Canhua spoke, he also stuffed the injured child into the back car.

At the same time, Guan Bingwen loaded the cheongsam woman he was carrying into the trunk of Ueda's car parked at the door. He also got into the cab, and at the same time suggested, "How about we go and do nothing?"

"No, French Concession, let's go to the French Concession."

Wei Ran, who also got into the back seat of the car, made an unexpected decision, "Canhua, do you remember that house in the French Concession? Let's go there."

"Remember!" Tao Canhua's eyes lit up, obviously he knew exactly which house Wei Ran was talking about.

"Let's go, don't turn on the lights."

Wei Ran gave the last instructions, and when Tao Canhua started the car, he immediately took out the flashlight and checked the little boy in the back seat.

I don't know whether it was luck or misfortune, but the shot fired by Ueda in panic almost shattered the little boy's throat, but luckily it did not damage the fatal blood vessels in the neck.

After confirming that the pistol bullet was not stuck in the wound, Wei Ran turned the face of the little boy whose throat was cut by the bullet to one side, took out the medical box under the cover of night, and rummaged through several things.

.

After putting away the box, he completed the tracheal intubation on the little Baga almost in the dark and injected a small amount of morphine.

Almost at the same time that he completed his main work, the two cars also drove into Sanguang'er, circled inside and then drove into the French Concession.

After a lot of twists and turns, when he finally parked the car at the door of the small building he had visited twice, Wei Ran discovered that the place was almost completely deserted. Through the hollow in the iron gate, he could clearly see the courtyard.

There are clumps of weeds inside and the remaining seals on the iron gate.

After pushing the door and getting out of the car, Wei Ran first opened the door for Ueda, who had dislocated his hands, and then took out the little guy who was intubated.

Without letting him wait long, Guan Bingwen pried open the door lock. At the same time, Tao Canhua also got into the cab of the car that the former had just driven and drove it into the yard full of weeds.

Glancing at Zhitian who was following Wei Ran, Guan Bingwen whispered, "You guys hide inside for now. I'll drive your car away and draw attention away. I'll come back later."

"be safe"

Wei Ran whispered the instructions and stopped talking nonsense. He let Tao Canhua hold the shovel in one hand and the 26-style wheel in the other, and carefully walked into the dark first floor in the night.

In the place where the flashlight swept, almost everything as far as the eye could see was all kinds of garbage. Even on the surrounding walls, there were still water lines left by the flood, just like the water lines left by the flood here since the summer of 1939.

After the flood, it seemed as if it had been completely forgotten.

Ueda was urged to go up to the second floor. Over the past few years, a considerable part of the second floor had collapsed, but at the same time, part of it still maintained its intact outline.

What Wei Ran and Tao Canhua didn't expect was that on the floor of the hall on the second floor, there were still several corpses that were already dilapidated and almost turned into bones!

After placing the little guy in his arms on a dusty table and tying up his limbs, Wei Ran took out a handkerchief and covered his injured throat, and then said, "Canhua, go downstairs.

Keep an eye on the girl in the car and remember to search her body carefully to see if there is anything that could hurt anyone. Also, remember to look through Mr. Ueda's suitcase and the bag I brought back. There might be something in there.

What an interesting discovery.”

"But..." Tao Canhua hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and left the second floor alone with a flashlight.

Pulling Ueda to a position against the wall, Wei Ran stepped on the soles of his feet and pushed them away. With a crunching sound, Ueda couldn't help but let out a muffled groan as his knee joints were removed.

However, Wei Ran did not stop, and then followed the same pattern and separated the knee joint of his other leg.

It wasn't over yet. While Tao Canhua was going downstairs, he first picked up a few dusty rags and stuffed Zhitian's mouth, and then took out the medical kit under the cover of the old sofa in the room.

After briefly treating the wound on the little boy's throat to ensure that he would not choke to death on his own blood, Wei Ran stingily stopped and selected a few medical instruments from the medical box.

, in the midst of Ueda’s screams and wails, he pulled out all the teeth in his mouth with great violence.

"Danglang"

As the last bloody tooth was thrown into a dusty tea tray, Wei Ran helped it remove the blockage from its mouth and reinstall the dislocated mandible.

"Let's not waste time"

Wei Ran pointed to the little boy lying on the table shrouded in moonlight not far away, "Mr. Zhida, answer the questions I asked honestly. If the answers satisfy me, I don't mind saving that child."

"answer your question?"

Ueda, whose mouth was full of blood, snorted contemptuously, "You are not qualified to ask me questions, go and call your commander."

"OK"

Wei Ran responded happily, then turned around and walked downstairs, "I'll go talk to the woman downstairs first. You can talk about old times with your son first."

After saying that, Wei Ran disappeared into the stairwell filled with all kinds of garbage without even waiting for Ueda to speak.

"Why are you down too?"

In the open space in front of the door on the first floor, Tao Canhua, who was preparing to tie up the cheongsam woman with a rope, asked curiously.

"Let Ueda calm down first."

As he spoke, Wei Ran knelt down in front of the still unconscious woman, picked up her chin and looked at her, then even opened her thin lips and touched her teeth with blood-stained fingers.

The bumpy and bumpy touch on her hands undoubtedly confirmed the type of this woman. Not only that, this woman in kimono didn't seem to be very old, and she looked like she was less than thirty years old.

Without any psychological pressure, he groped around the woman's body to make sure she didn't hide anything deadly. He then pinched open the woman's mouth and shined a flashlight inside, and saw that there was no hidden substance in her cheeks that seemed deadly.

wax pill, and then turned off the flashlight.

"What happened to your leg?" Wei Ran glanced at Tao Canhua who was limping and asked, "Did that shot hit you?"

“So be it”

As he spoke, Tao Canhua took out the gold bar he kept from his trouser pocket and showed it to Wei Ran. He said with a thankful face, "After that bullet hit the child, it happened to be

I fell on this gold brick, but it helped me block it, but my thighs were bruised."

He took the gold bar from the opponent's hand and glanced at it. There was actually a deformed bullet embedded in the middle of the gold bar.

"Keep it, this thing is so memorable."

As Wei Ran spoke, he returned the gold bar to Tao Canhua. Then he got into the car and began to open Ueda's suitcase and the passports, U.S. dollars and other items he found.

However, when he really focused his attention and the beam of the flashlight on the brown leather suitcase, he couldn't help but be stunned.

He didn't even need to open it. Just by looking at the three locks of the suitcase, he could recognize it at a glance. It was a British B2 spy radio!

Of course he could recognize it. He had seen such old antiques with his own eyes when he was at the Hongqi Forest Farm - there were many such old objects in Culp's collection, he just hadn't gotten his hands on them personally.

Sure enough, when he used the hairpin to pry open the three locks of the suitcase, there was indeed a set of B2 radios inside.

However, the appearance of this radio station made him even more confused. How could Ueda have something that only a British spy could possess? Putting the radio station aside, he turned to pick up the contents of the safe.

canvas pocket.

There are quite a few passports from various countries in this bag. In addition to Ueda, the owners of the passports are the little boy with an injured throat, and the Baga woman who is tied to the tire of the car and is still in a coma.

However, in these passports, the identities of these three people have been changing. Sometimes the three of them have the same last name, and sometimes they have different names, and even their nationalities keep changing.

The most exaggerated thing is that there are even a few passports from the Republic of China. The owner of the passport is the Baga woman outside, but the name and other information registered on it are completely his cousin Meixiang or even Jasmine or...

Qiushi’s identity information!

I'm pretty good at playing with special codes...

Wei Ran murmured while flipping through the stacks of dollars again. Seeing that there was nothing important, he picked up the British spy radio and went back to the second floor.

"Where did this radio station come from?" Weiran asked straight to the point, but Ueda, who had dislocated his limbs, chose to remain silent.

“Still a tough guy”

Wei Ran muttered with great interest, holding the bayonet and walked to the little boy with the intubation in his neck, "Where did the radio come from?"
To be continued...