Cheng Qianfan glanced at Kawada Nagakichi with a strange expression, "Kawada-kun really hasn't gone back for a long time. Mr. Wuwu passed away five years ago. The master of the temple later raised a little Mr. Wu."
"That's it." Kawada Yongji nodded, "I've been away from my hometown for too long, I really miss it."
As he said that, he smiled and said, "Goodbye, Hayao Miyazaki. I hope that next time we meet, we can have a good time over wine."
"Kawada-kun, I am also looking forward to this day." Cheng Qianfan bowed slightly, "Take care."
"Take care." Kawada Eikichi bowed in return.
Cheng Qianfan carried his suitcase and watched quietly as Kawada Nagakichi left surrounded by everyone.
Mr. Wuwu is a civet cat.
It is the sacred cat of Futatsu Shrine and is very popular among locals in Fukushima.
Mr. Xiao Wu is also a civet cat.
Imai Tai thought it was an interesting story and told it to him.
There was a thin layer of cold sweat on his back. Kawada Nagakichi was more cautious and cunning than he imagined. Fortunately, he knew about it.
At this time, the young man in Chinese tunic suit he had seen before ran over and whispered, "Mr. Miyazaki, Mr. Kawada asked me to tell you that if you have any difficulties in Hangzhou, you can take this business card to Japan."
Looking for Major Okada Toshihiko in the concession."
With that said, he handed a business card to Cheng Qianfan.
"Kawada-kun is interested, thank him for me." Cheng Qianfan took the business card with both hands and said.
Cheng Qianfan waited for Kawada Nagakichi and his entourage to board the car to greet them, and then he picked up the business card and read it.
‘Director of the Manchuria Kyonomaru Chamber of Commerce—Kawada Nagakichi’.
From the Northeast?
Cheng Qianfan's heart moved.
…
He put his business card away in his pocket, carried his suitcase and walked out of the platform. He called for a rickshaw and said, "Go to Zhijiang University and find a clean and refreshing inn near the school."
The market in Hangzhou is very lively and bustling with people.
Vendors carrying burdens selling goods shouted along the way.
Children gathered around the candy seller's stall, wiggling their fingers and drooling.
There was a storefront with a sign of the Young Men's Christian Association. There was a pool table at the door, and a few young men in suits and sunglasses were smoking cigarettes and chatting and laughing wildly.
"Sir, this Yunlong Inn is the best here." The rickshaw driver stopped at the door of an inn.
Cheng Qianfan got out of the car, and the attentive coachman asked to help carry the box, but Cheng Qianfan declined politely. He laughed sarcastically and led the way.
"Keep the change, please."
"Thank you, thank you, kind sir."
Cheng Qianfan paid the fare and watched as the rickshaw driver and the innkeeper bowed and said something in a low voice. The innkeeper threw out a nickel, and the rickshaw driver happily caught it, smiled and bowed to Cheng Qianfan, and then happily pulled the rickshaw.
left.
"Sir, our hotel has third-class rooms A, B, and C. You are——"
"One room, I don't like the bustle, I want it to be quieter."
"Okay, come with me."
Cheng Qianfan did nothing in the room, covered himself with a quilt and fell asleep.
About two hours later, he got out of bed and opened his suitcase. There was some change of clothes inside.
There is also a wooden box.
He opened the wooden box and found a brand new Mauser pistol and a spare magazine filled with bullets.
After checking it carefully, Cheng Qianfan picked up the wooden box, wrapped it in kraft paper, and put it into a cloth bag filled with books.
Shi Shiran walked out of the room, said hello to the shopkeeper, and left the inn.
After walking around for several times, he came to a remote alley a few blocks away from the inn. He used a dagger to pry open the bricks of the earthen wall, dug out the soil inside, made a hole in the wall, and stuffed the box with the gun inside.
Go and refill it with blue bricks.
After taking two steps, he picked up the dog excrement on the ground and smeared it on the bricks without caring.
Then we went to a small river, washed our hands, and called a rickshaw.
First, we went to the lively Royal Street which is quite far away from here.
After wandering around for a while, I came out of another alley and hailed a rickshaw.
"Cast the male body to suppress the building."
…
Sitting on the rickshaw, Cheng Qianfan breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't know whether Kawada Yongji believed him or whether he would continue to send people to follow him after he left the station, so he did not dare to go directly to Xiongzhen Tower.
No matter how the other party acts, he himself must be cautious enough.
"Okay, let's get over here."
Cheng Qianfan got off the bus and paid the fare.
After walking a few dozen meters, we arrived at the entrance of the courtyard with a sign.
"Stop, who are you?" shouted a guard carrying a medium-sized rifle on his back.
Cheng Qianfan was about to take out the 'letter of introduction' when he saw three men approaching, one of whom was 'Nagging'.
"Someone is coming to pick me up." Cheng Qianfan pointed.
'Nagging' greeted the guard, who waved his hand, and Cheng Qianfan stepped through the door.
…
"Mr. Cheng, why did you come so late?"
"Sorry, something has delayed me." Cheng Qianfan said, clasping his fists.
After walking for a while, Cheng Qianfan's expression changed, "Nagging, what do you mean?"
The three of them had already formed a triangle formation to surround him.
"Mr. Cheng, Deputy Director Yu has requested, please hand over your pistol." Nag Yao said expressionlessly.
"It's not like inviting me over, it's more like being escorted." Cheng Qianfan said angrily.
"Please hand over your sidearm." The man on the left suddenly pulled out a '10-year-old pistol' and pointed it at Cheng Qianfan.
Cheng Qianfan looked at the other party coldly and was about to take out the Mauser pistol from his waist.
"Don't move." The man shook his pistol.
Cheng Qianfan raised his hand, and the man on his right came up, pulled out the Mauser pistol from his waist, touched his body again, and pulled out a dagger from his trousers.
"Please, Mr. Cheng." Nagging said with his left hand, leading the way.
"snort!"
Cheng Qianfan snorted coldly and walked forward in silence under the escort of the three people.
He is thinking quickly.
Is it a trap?
Has your identity as a red party member been exposed?
Not too possible.
He himself rejected this speculation.
So the only possible reason...
Nagging reported the incident on the train, and this person was dissatisfied with the behavior suppressed by his order. He might add fuel to the fire, or even suspect that he and Rite were having an affair.
After figuring out the joints, Cheng Qianfan calmed down.
On the way here, he thought about how to report and explain the matter.
…
Arriving in front of a heavily guarded small white building.
A young man wearing a national army uniform with the rank of lieutenant came out.
He looked at Cheng Qianfan coldly, seeming a little surprised by his handsome appearance.
"Cheng Wufang?"
Cheng Wufang was given a temporary pseudonym by Song Fuguo.
Before Cheng Qianfan could speak, two soldiers came up, touched him again, took out his wallet, business cards, notes and other items from his pockets, and placed them in a tray.
"Mr. Cheng, please."
Cheng Qianfan stood still, straightened his suit, straightened his slightly crooked tie, and then followed the other person in.
"Report."
"What's up?"
"Report to the deputy director, Cheng Wufang will bring it to you."
"Come in."
"Mr. Cheng, please." The young officer opened the door.
Cheng Qianfan strode in, and a soldier followed him in holding a tray. Someone inside took the tray. The soldier saluted, turned and left, and closed the door.
…
Cheng Qianfan looked at the environment in the room.
Behind the desk in the center, a man wearing a Chinese tunic suit sits, writing at his desk. The desk is piled with various documents.
There were also two young men wearing Chinese tunic suits with 'leader' badges on their chests.
One of them stood respectfully on the right side of the desk, not squinting.
Another person gently placed the tray on the corner of the desk and was inspecting it carefully. He picked up Kawada Nagakichi's business card and looked at it with a strange expression.
"Are you a party member?" The man sitting at the desk writing suddenly asked without looking up.
"Report to the deputy director. His subordinates are party members." Cheng Qianfan replied respectfully, "In the 23rd year of the Republic of China, I joined the party at the Central Army Military Academy."
"Huh?" The man picked up a page on the table, looked at it carefully, raised his head, and said with a look of surprise, "Central Army Officer School? Which period?"