When Cheng Qianfan bent down and approached, Kawada Nagakichi was on high alert.
He was already prepared to strike preemptively and kill this Chinese man.
"Fukushima's Daishichijo, I smell the flavor of my hometown."
Just when he was about to take action, he suddenly heard a familiar local accent.
He looked at Cheng Qianfan.
Cheng Qianfan smiled, his face filled with the joy of meeting fellow villagers in a foreign country.
A joyful smile, joyful eyes looking at each other expectantly, looking into each other's eyes:
surprise.
Suspect.
joy.
alert.
Cheng Qianfan captured the other party's complex emotions from the flash of emotional release in these eyes.
Kawada Eikichi stood up almost subconsciously. He could tell that this handsome young man had an authentic Fukushima accent.
In addition, the bottle of wine he is drinking is Fukushima's famous local Daishichijo. This kind of wine is only sold in Fukushima. People in many big cities in Japan have never drunk this kind of wine, let alone the Chinese.
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In his heart, he subconsciously believed that the other party should be his fellow Fukushima fellow.
However, at the critical moment, the military rules and regulations engraved in his bones allowed Kawada Nagakichi to calm down. He was performing a mission and could not reveal his identity as a subject of the Empire of Japan.
"I told you not to disturb us!" Kawada Yongji suddenly stood up and almost bumped into Cheng Qianfan.
Cheng Qianfan was caught off guard and stumbled, and the dinner plate in his hand almost fell over. He looked down and saw that the whiskey glass had been overturned, the wine was spilled on the dinner plate, half of the chicken minced abalone soup was spilled, and the steak almost slipped from the plate.
…
The relatively loud movement attracted the attention of surrounding passengers.
The bodyguard who was a few bunks away looked over.
Cheng Qianfan shook his head and looked at the middle-aged man with an expression of surprise, incomprehension, and even sadness.
When the bodyguard leader received Cheng Qianfan's signal, he immediately looked away and did not look here again.
Kawada Nagakichi was a little anxious. He was really worried that this fellow Fukushima fellow would start shouting, which would reveal his Japanese identity.
At this time, Kawada Nagakichi saw the other party let out a long sigh, bowed slightly and said, "Wandering poet Miyazaki Kentaro, I take the liberty of disturbing you."
Looking at the lonely back of Miyazaki Kentaro leaving with a messy dinner plate, Kawada Eikichi could only say sorry to this fellow countryman in his heart.
‘Wandering poet’?
Hearing the identity of Miyazaki Kentaro, Kawada Nagakichi was thoughtful.
"Is he one of yours?" Mr. Little Round Glasses asked Kawada Nagakichi in a low voice.
"No." Kawada Nagakichi shook his head gently.
Mr. Little Round Glasses immediately showed a nervous and frightened expression.
Kawada Nagakichi glanced at the other party contemptuously, "We are Japanese, not you Chinese, you can be sure of this."
Mr. Little Round Glasses let out a long sigh of relief.
"Don't worry, Mr. Wen, no one knows that we are taking a train. The attention of those who want to kill you is always on the Hinomaru Passenger Ship."
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Return to your bunk.
Cheng Qianfan looked a little disappointed, and he had lost his appetite for the delicious food, which tasted just like wine.
The steak was half eaten.
I drank half a bowl of chicken and abalone soup.
Cheng Qianfan pulled the bell, and soon a waiter came over and took away the tableware.
He himself lay on the bunk, pulled up the blanket to cover himself, and turned his head to face the wall of the bed.
After being blocked, the disappointed eyes that outsiders cannot see become cold and cold.
Cheng Qianfan was now absolutely sure that the other party was Japanese, at least the middle-aged man drinking was Japanese.
To be precise, they are from Fukushima, Japan.
When Cheng Qianfan was at Shanghai East Asia Tongwen College, he met a Japanese classmate, Imai Tai.
Imai Tai is from Fukushima.
This is a Japanese student who is deeply influenced by the school’s propaganda and truly believes in the friendship between Japan and China.
Cheng Qianfan, a Chinese student who also believed in the friendship between China and Japan, quickly became good friends with him.
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Imai Tai is a shy Japanese young man with few friends, so he cherishes Cheng Qianfan, a Chinese friend.
The two of them talked about almost everything.
Cheng Qianfan speaks Japanese with a very authentic Fukushima accent from Tai Imai.
Imai, who came to China from the Japanese island, was so homesick that he would tell Cheng Qianfan about his hometown, interesting stories about his childhood, and the scenery and allusions of his hometown.
Cheng Qianfan will be invited to taste the wine sent from his hometown: Fukushima's Daqishijo.
This is a drink brewed by a local brewery with a history of more than 100 years. It has a unique brewing technique, so the taste is very unique.
After Cheng Qianfan ordered his meal, he walked to the corridor and smelled the faint smell of alcohol. He deliberately walked over there and talked to the gentleman with the small round glasses.
Deliberately approaching the middle-aged man who was drinking, Cheng Qianfan smelled the smell of alcohol at close range, and immediately confirmed that this was Imai Tai's proud hometown wine Daisichijo.
Then he tried it out in Japanese, and Cheng Qianfan caught the other person's instant reaction.
There is surprise, doubt, joy, and vigilance.
The only thing that doesn’t have the disgust that a normal Chinese person should have towards the Japanese!
Subsequently, the middle-aged man's reaction made Cheng Qianfan finally confirm his guess:
Impatiently, Cheng Qianfan asked him not to disturb them anymore.
The point is: don’t bother!
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Cheng Qianfan's choice to take on the identity of Miyazaki Kentaro was a flash of inspiration, but it was by no means blind.
After he and Imai Tai got acquainted, Imai Tai said many times that Cheng Qianfan looked very similar to his good friend Kentaro Miyazaki in Fukushima.
Cheng Qianfan heard this and was very curious.
I asked a lot about Kentaro Miyazaki.
Imai didn't think much about it and was very happy, saying that he had the opportunity to introduce Cheng Qianfan and Kentaro Miyazaki to each other.
He happily told Cheng Qianfan what he knew about his good friend Kentaro Miyazaki.
Miyazaki Kentaro's personality is too similar to Imai's and he has few friends.
According to Imai Tai, Miyazaki Kentaro’s only real good friend is Imai Tai, and he rarely plays with other people.
It can be said that in China, unless Imai saw it personally, or Miyazaki Kentaro came to China from Japan and appeared in person, Cheng Qianfan's identity pretending to be Miyazaki Kentaro would be almost difficult to detect.
Eh?!
Cheng Qianfan just had an idea. In order to avoid the other party's suspicion, he disguised himself as Kentaro Miyazaki.
If he hadn't smelled the alcohol of Daqishinjo and realized that the other party was from Fukushima, Cheng Qianfan would not have thought of Kentaro Miyazaki, a Japanese who only existed in his verbal conversations with Imai Tai.
Now, he thought carefully about his sudden move, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it seemed... a magical move.
It seems to be quite effective.
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The train was traveling slowly at a speed of about sixty miles per hour.
Cheng Qianfan put down the old newspaper in his hand and rang the bell.
"Sir, what can we do for you?"
"Do you have the latest newspaper?"
"Feel sorry……"
Cheng Qianfan took out one yuan of French currency and handed it over.
"Yes, you can wait a moment." The staff member said with a smile.
The staff had just left, and Cheng Qianfan picked up the old newspaper and flipped through it.
Suddenly, he quietly reached into his waist with one hand, flicked the newspaper with the other hand, and at the same time, with a click, opened the safety of the Mauser pistol.
He put down the newspaper casually, covering his waist.
Then a man stared out the window in a daze.
"Mr. Kentaro Miyazaki."
When Cheng Qianfan heard the sound, he subconsciously turned his head and saw the black muzzle of the gun.