Mitoshiro stood at the window and watched Miyazaki Kentaro leave.
In the yard, Kentaro Miyazaki met Nobuharu Yamada, a specialist at the extracurricular affairs department.
The two of them smoked and spoke.
Mitoshiro can even see the smiles on Miyazaki Kentaro and Yamada Nobuharu from upstairs.
Kentaro Miyazaki took out a piece of paper from his body, stuffed it directly into Shinharu Yamada's pocket, and then hurriedly left.
"The voucher for 'Jiujiu Trading'." Chikiharaji quietly walked behind Sanbenjiro and said in a teasing tone, "It is said that this thing is a social weapon that is always unfavorable for this 'Xiao Cheng'."
Mibenshiro glanced at Chikiharaji, "I know you have a lot of contempt for Kentaro Miyazaki, but the Empire needs elite talents like you, and people like Kentaro Miyazaki."
"It's rare to hear my uncle praise me like this." Qiankiharaji said in an exaggerated tone.
Sanbenshi Lang shook his head and ignored this nephew who was a little stingy.
He walked back to the back of the desk and threw his butt into the genuine leather swivel chair, but his eyes were staring at the file bag with the word "top secret" on the table and fell into thought.
Qiankiharaji smiled, not disturbing his uncle's thinking. He walked straight to the wine cabinet, carefully selected a bottle of red wine, and then skillfully opened it with a bottle opener, and did not use a decanter, and just drank it towards the bottle mouth.
"Don't you don't like red wine?" Sanbenjilang glanced and said lightly.
"I don't like it, but I need to adapt, right?" Chikiharaji looked at Mibenjiro and showed the smile of white teeth. "It's like I don't like this bad world, but I can only accept it silently and even force myself to like it."
"Harashi, you should have vitality and passion for making achievements for the empire." Mibenjiro frowned and said dissatisfied, "Don't let me hear such despairing words again."
"I understand, uncle." Qiankiharaji took a big sip of red wine, swallowed it into his stomach, and then wiped his mouth and said.
But this insincere perfunctory attitude is simply unconcealed.
Sanbenjilang frowned, but did not continue to say anything.
For Chikiharaji, he always has more patience and tolerance.
However, Chikihara Shi suddenly frowned. He spitted out the red wine in his mouth, stuttered, and drank again, with a serious expression. It seemed that the sip of red wine he was drinking at this time was a very serious and serious job for him.
He put the file bag into the file safe behind him and looked at Chikiharahara, with a serious expression, "Harashi, the gears of the sturgeon plan have begun to rotate."
"Uncle, don't worry, I will stare at it myself." Chikiharaji also put away his careless attitude and nodded seriously and said.
...
"Haozi, don't go back to the police room." Cheng Qianfan rubbed his temples and said to Li Hao who was driving attentively.
"Okay, Brother Fan." Li Hao nodded and glanced at the rearview mirror, "Where are you going now?"
"Spring Breeze Deyi Building."
"yes!"
About half an hour later, outside the private room where Chunfeng Deyi Building belongs to "Xiao Cheng", the bodyguard with a bulging waist was alert, and Li Hao greeted a friend not far away.
In the private room, Cheng Qianfan was drinking tea slowly and tasting exquisite dried fruits.
There were a few pages of paper on the coffee table in front of him.
This is the document given to him by Lang before leaving. To be precise, it is the information and information about Ren Anning obtained by the Special High School.
Throwing a dried fruit into his mouth, Cheng Qianfan stared at the paper in his hand with a focused and serious look.
Ren Anning was from Yuqi Town, Wuxi County.
In the seventh year of Showa, 19-year-old Ren Anning, as a National Shuimi University, sent students to study in the United States for the preparation class and Boxer Indemnity for the United States, and went to Cornell University, the United States to study.
Cheng Qianfan showed surprise. In the seventh year of Showa and the 21st year of the Republic of China, he did not expect that Ren Anning was a student of the National Mizuki University Preparatory Class for the Boxer Indemnity.
The document contains descriptions of Ren Anning's height and physical characteristics:
He is 163 to 166 cm tall, thin, myopia, and likes to wear small round glasses with gold-edged silk.
Cheng Qianfan shook his head. Such physical characteristics are very broad, and it is not easy to find someone with this.
However, there is a sentence in the information that attracted Cheng Qianfan's attention:
Ren Anning likes to eat noodle soup, and when he was studying in the United States, he often cooked noodles by himself.
As a Wuxi County native, it is very reasonable to like to eat noodles. His years of overseas study have not changed Ren Anning's living habits. This can be used as a clue to finding Ren Anning.
There is also an excerpt from a math paper written by Ren Anning at Cornell University in the information.
Cheng Qianfan's eyes lit up. He even took out the paper and pen from his briefcase with interest to calculate. After a while, he had to temporarily choose to give up. He had at least not understood the discussion on this page.
Suddenly, Cheng Qianfan's expression became solemn. He tore off the manuscript paper he used to calculate. After thinking about it, he tore off the next few pages of paper that might have handwriting marks.
He originally intended to send these pages into the iron stove where the teapot was baking, and after thinking about it, Cheng Qianfan folded these pages and put them into his close pocket.
...
"What do you think about this?" Lao Huang asked, squirting the ashes.
He stuffed the paper handed over by Comrade "Rare" into a small stove made of foreign iron. He watched the paper turn into ashes and poked it carefully with an iron bar.
"It's still warm in your room." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile. Even in the office of the deputy general manager of the Central Police Station, it is not as warm as Lao Huang's medical room.
Lao Huang smiled and handed the roasted steamed bun slices to Comrade "Flag" and gave Comrade "Flag" time to think.
Cheng Qianfan took it with both hands, but it was a bit hot. He moved his hands back and forth, and finally pinched his earlobe with his left hand, and put it in his mouth with a slice of steamed bun in his mouth and bit it. The entrance was a warm feeling of satisfaction, and he narrowed his eyes with enjoyment.
The flames of the Yangtie Xiaochang were red, reflecting the faces of the two people as if they were fire.
"I tend to be a test for me by Sanbenshilang." Cheng Qianfan said softly.
"Sanben doubts you?"
"No." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, and he thought for a while, "My consideration is that this kind of test has two meanings."
"First." He raised a finger, "Maybe it is a test of my work ability, to see if I can successfully find Ren Anning, and then smoothly use Zheng Weilong's favorable conditions to win over me, and at the same time, he sent the fake Ren Anning to Chongqing while winning the trust of Zheng Weilong."
Lao Huang took a sip of warm rice wine and nodded.
"Second." Cheng Qianfan continued, "I don't know what to say, it's a very strange feeling."
He looked at Lao Huang.
Old Huang smiled and encouraged the young old comrade to continue, his eyes as if saying:
Go ahead, I can understand, I can understand.
Cheng Qianfan smiled and continued, "Sanbenzilang should trust me, at least for now, so I don't think Sanbenzilang is doubting me, but the intuition this matter gave me is that someone is testing me."
He took the steamed bun slices handed over by Lao Huang. This time, the steamed bun slices were taken from the kitchen in advance. They were no longer so hot that they were just right.
Cheng Qianfan applied a layer of spicy meat sauce on the steamed bun slices, took a bite, and stewed it in a stewy aroma.
Old Huang smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were full of happiness.
"I can't figure out who will be targeting me for the time being and test me." Cheng Qianfan continued, "But, you still have to be careful."
"Just from this matter, analyze it according to your worries." Old Huang thought, "Maybe, whether you can find Ren Anning smoothly and successfully send the fake Ren Anning to Chongqing is not only a test of your ability, but also a test of your loyalty to you."
"It makes sense." Cheng Qianfan nodded, "I thought so too."
Lao Huang’s analysis made sense, just like what he thought, but he always felt that something had fallen in his heart, and it was empty and a bit inexplicably panic.
Cheng Qianfan secretly remembered this feeling of uneasiness in his heart, reminding himself to turn back from time to time and concentrate on thinking.
He never thinks that some of his thoughts or feelings are nerve allergies, which only adds to his worries.
He believed in this intuition of his own.
To take a step back, for people like him, it is always correct to think more about things and pay more attention to them when encountering them.
Don’t be afraid of thinking too much, it’s too troublesome, but I’m afraid I won’t have the chance to think too much in the future.
"The key question now is whether you really want to find this Ren Anning." Old Huang took another sip of rice wine, his tone and his eyes were calm, "and then killed this person."
Cheng Qianfan was silent and did not answer this question immediately.
"In fact, this may be the true test for you by the Japanese." Lao Huang said, then he frowned slightly, but shook his head again, and said, "Maybe we are all thinking too much. If Sanben did not doubt you, everything is just our thinking too much."
He looked at Comrade 'Flame', "In their eyes, you are their own people, their kind. Finding Ren Anning may be a test of your ability, but killing Ren Anning, with their understanding of you, is not a problem at all."
Cheng Qianfan thought seriously and nodded. Lao Huang's analysis also made sense. He also knew that the "understanding of you" that Lao Huang said just now refers to "Kentaro Miyazaki".
"Things are a bit complicated," said Cheng Qianfan. "I still need to think carefully, but there is one thing that can be confirmed..."
"You must contact Zheng Weilong as soon as possible." Lao Huang said.
Cheng Qianfan smiled. He enjoyed the tacit understanding of "interest" with old fried dough sticks like Lao Huang.
Lao Huang was right. Sanben asked him to contact Zheng Weilong and reveal Ren Anning's affairs. No matter what the real inside story of the matter or what conspiracy there is, he must complete this first step.
...
Qiankiharaji looked at the man in front of him who was trembling with fear, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Don't panic," he said, "You are safe now, everything is as usual."
As he said that, Qianbei Shi patted the man on the shoulder, "There is an old saying in China that people who know the times are heroes. You can give up secrets and confess to the open and confess to Cheng Qianfan, a Chongqing official, who is an affair with Chongqing, I am very happy."
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