I heard Chang Shu said that he could not report to the police station.
The man in a green cloth coat questioned, "I understand your concerns. It's best for us to avoid contact with the police as much as possible. However, if a break-in case occurs, if we don't call the police, it will arouse suspicion."
"So I locked the door immediately." Chang Shu smiled bitterly, "Now we still have to hope that this group of thieves will not be caught by the patrol."
As he said that, he looked at the other party and said, "Brother A Zhen, thank you for returning to Shanghai. Otherwise, I don't know how long I would have been detained. Are Xiaoyue and the others okay?"
Lin Zhen didn't answer. He took out the cigarette case from his body, took out a cigarette, held it in his hand, and struck two matches in a row without lighting it.
Looking at Lin Zhen's trembling hands, Chang Shu's expression changed.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Xiao Yue, A Jin and Xiao Wei, all three of them died." Lin Zhen said through gritted teeth with tears in his eyes.
"What?" Chang Shu stood up suddenly, but due to hypoglycemia, his body shook twice and he almost fainted.
"Two months ago, the Japanese police station in Puli sent out overnight to arrest Xiaoyue and others. Xiaoyue injured a Japanese policeman and was killed by the Japanese. Akin and Xiaowei were caught by the Japanese and tortured.
He was killed after being almost in human form for several days." Lin Zhen said in a hoarse voice.
…
When he suddenly heard the bad news, Chang Shu's face turned pale and he was in extreme pain. He punched the wall with all his strength, then slumped down on a chair, covering his face with his hands, tears streaming down his fingers.
"Xiaoyue and the others are all good people. Even if they die, they can go see their ancestors in a dignified way!" Lin Zhen sighed, "In the future, when the treasure island returns, their deeds will be remembered forever, and all Chinese people will know their names."
"North China is about to disappear, and Shanghai is about to fall." Chang Shen murmured, "Will there ever be a day when the treasure island can return?"
The two people stared at each other in silence for a long time.
Then, they all laughed, with three parts of their laughter being tragic, three parts confused, three parts determined, and one part melancholy.
The Japanese have occupied the island for more than 40 years, and their fathers have held high the anti-Japanese banner and tenaciously resisted the Japanese occupation and invasion.
Countless fathers sacrificed their lives heroically, but their generation still continues to fight and shed blood and sacrifice.
Maybe they can't see the light, they can't see the day when the island will be liberated and return to the motherland, but unless they are sacrificed, their struggle will not stop.
If their generation gives up resistance and chooses to be subjugated slaves, their descendants will be subjugated slaves for generations to come, and the island will never return to the motherland!
Just death!
…
At noon, Cheng Qianfan returned to the patrol room and strolled to the political office to meet Pete for a drink.
"Li Lili has been released, and the personnel and equipment of Daxin Steel Plant have passed the checkpoint." Pete and Cheng Qianfan clinked glasses and said.
Cheng Qianfan nodded and showed a satisfied smile. He, Inspector Cheng, always used money to do things, and reputation was at stake.
In fact, the key to this matter lies in whether Pete is willing to help unblock it.
As long as Peter nods, there will basically be no problems with this matter.
As soon as the wind blew on Peter's pillow, Miss Ruth's father came forward to speak, and Li Li never dared to disobey orders.
Cheng Qianfan understood Li Li. Although this fat man wanted to cling to the Japanese, he would never give up his rights and status in the public concession.
Li Li is a smart man, and he knows very well what the Japanese value about him.
If he loses his position as inspector of the public settlement, the Japanese will never give him a second glance.
Therefore, when the senior officials of the British and American public settlements spoke, he did not dare not listen.
…
"I'm considering sending Linda and the baby back to Marseille," Peter said.
"Are you worried that after the Japanese occupy Shanghai, they will use troops to enter the concession?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
"No, no, no, I'm not worried about this at all." Peter shook his head and said with a proud expression, "The Japanese dare not provoke the powerful France."
"Then what are you worried about?" Cheng Qianfan asked in surprise.
"Listen to the sound of bombing and the sound of gunfire." Peter pointed out the window. In Huajie and Hongkou, it was obvious that fierce fighting was going on at this moment.
He took a sip of wine and continued, "I just have some feelings. In such an environment, it is depressing. Women and children should stay away from the hustle and bustle of war. There is no safer place in the world than powerful France, so,
I am going to arrange for Linda and the children to return to Marseille."
"Are you going back too?" Cheng Qianfan asked immediately.
He does not want Peter to return to France. With Peter, a former second lieutenant of the French army and currently the deputy squad leader of the French Concession Political Division's investigation team, here, with the friendship between the two, especially the close relationship of interest that has been established, Cheng Qianfan is in the French Concession.
, you can benefit a lot even in the patrol room.
"No, no, no, I won't go back." Peter shook his head, "My career is in Shanghai."
Cheng Qianfan glanced at Peter with doubtful eyes. He seriously suspected that Peter wanted to send his wife and children back to France because the existence of Linda's mother and son prevented this guy from having sex.
"Inspector Cheng, your phone number." A patrolman came over and knocked on the door.
"Got it." Cheng Qianfan picked up the police hat, patted it, then put the police hat on his head, said hello to Peter and left.
…
"Inspector, the phone in your office kept ringing, so I came in to answer it. It was a call from Mr. Huang. I told him to call back in three minutes," Patrolman Lu Jiufan said.
"I understand." Cheng Qianfan nodded, "Go ahead."
Lu Jiufan left wisely and closed the office door.
Cheng Qianfan looked at the time on his watch, pulled up the swivel chair and sat down, with his feet on the table and a pencil in his hand, spinning around.
His mind was thinking rapidly.
What was Araki Harima doing with him at this time?
The Chinese army and the Japanese army were fighting fiercely, and most of the attention of the Shanghai Special Higher Education School was focused on the war.
Before that, Cheng Qianfan also asked Sanbonjiro whether he was willing to serve in the imperial war and whether he had any tasks assigned to him. Sanbon ordered him to work as an errand in the patrol room and stay in hiding.
Cheng Qianfan even saw a hint of disgust in the way Sanbonjiro looked at him.
Obviously, Sanben looked down upon his military qualities.
…
One minute and eleven seconds later.
Jingle Bell.
The phone on the desktop rang.
"I'm Cheng Qianfan." Cheng Qianfan picked up the phone and said in a calm voice.
"Inspector Cheng, I am Lao Huang." Araki Harima said.
"Brother Huang, I haven't seen you for a while. Make a fortune, make a fortune." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile.
"Thank you very much, brother Cheng, for your kindness. I am very grateful. I will come over to my place at noon and I will be the host. Arrangements have been made here. By the way, I have settled the payment for last month's goods with you." Araki Harima
said.
"No rush, no rush." Cheng Qianfan smiled heartily. He looked at the sky outside, and when Araki Harima continued to extend his warm invitation, he nodded, "Then Qianfan is sorry."
After hanging up the phone, Cheng Qianfan fell into deep thought.
It was noon now. Araki Harima said he would invite him to dinner at noon, which meant that he would see him now.
What on earth is going on that is so urgent?
…
Hans Clinic.
Peng and Ou shook hands with "Mr. Miao" who was lying on the hospital bed, looking pale and still very weak. "Old Miao, I have told you long ago that you will not fall if the revolution fails."
Luo Tao once used the pseudonym Miao Weiguo.
"Thanks to you and other comrades in the organization this time." 'Mr. Miao' said with a smile, "I owe my life to the comrades in Shanghai. I will definitely kill a few more reactionaries in the future."
When Peng and Ou heard what 'Mr. Miao' said, they smiled and said nothing.
The national government adopted a strategy of northern and southern suppression, with 100,000 troops encircling and suppressing the red guerrilla forces in southern Zhejiang. Mr. Miao's family was even killed by the Kuomintang reactionaries. It can be said that the hatred is as deep as the sea.
The problem now is not that the red armed forces in the south are unwilling to negotiate for peace, but that the national government wants to seize the opportunity to destroy the guerrillas in the south first, and then they can say to the public across the country, 'There are no red armed forces in the south, so there is no need for peace talks.'
Furthermore, under the guise of peace talks last month, the national government deceived nearly a thousand guerrillas from the Fujian-Guangdong border and then "caught turtles in a urn" in the county town, encircling and suppressing them with heavy troops. It can be described as insidious and extremely bad.
"How is the situation on the battlefield?" 'Mr. Miao' asked with a solemn expression, "Tell me, the moment I woke up, my ears were filled with the sound of gunfire."
…
Jilaihuoxing East Street.
The Hongkou side has already become one, and Sanben has secretly evacuated the Shanghai Special High School, and the personnel are scattered in various secret strongholds.
This is one of the temporary strongholds.
Cheng Qianfan came here to meet with Sanben.
At the corner outside the house, a man who looked like a beggar was huddled in the corner.
The beggar looked at Cheng Qianfan, then picked up the sesame seed cake in the bowl and shouted, "Thank you, sir!"
Cheng Qianfan knocked lightly on the door.
The door opened immediately.
"The section chief is waiting for you inside," Araki Harima said.
Cheng Qianfan nodded, glanced around from the corner of his eye, and made a rough estimate, but he found that there were at least five guards.
"Section Chief." Cheng Qianfan entered the room and saluted Sanbonjiro respectfully, "You summoned me in such a hurry. What happened?"
"Look at this." Sanbonjiro handed a message to Cheng Qianfan.
