Tang Hao was trapped by the crowd and fled. Screams were heard one after another, and people ran in all directions.
As he ran, he turned his head resolutely to look.
He heard the words shouted from Zhao Yi's mouth.
He saw the man raise the short gun in his hand and pull the trigger resolutely.
He saw Zhao Yi fall suddenly.
The Japanese officer held the southern pistol, the soldier held the rifle, and the bayonet flashed coldly as they came to the fallen Zhao Yi.
They gathered around the body of the man who committed suicide and looked at it blankly. Then they became angry and angry. Some soldiers pressed down their bayonets and stabbed the body into the body. The officer stopped them from continuing.
Zhao Yi is not a true pro-Japanese element.
He is from Chongqing!
He is anti-Japanese!
He died fighting against Japan!
Tang Hao's mind was filled with this information, or in other words, he was agitated by the news that shocked him, and it was difficult to digest it for a while.
At the far end, Xiu Yuman's eyes were filled with shock, and she stared at this scene blankly.
An anti-Japanese corpsman failed to assassinate Wang Canhai and resolutely committed suicide to die for his country!
Xiu Yuman took a deep breath. She concealed her inner sadness. She turned her head to see the reactions of the people around her.
Some people were frightened and the two groups fought.
These are pro-Japanese elements.
Some people's eyes flashed with complicated lights, including fear, shock, thinking, and - admiration!
"Look!"
"what is that?"
Someone exclaimed, pointing in the air.
Everyone looked up and saw sheets of paper falling like snowflakes in the sky.
Xiu Yuman clenched her fists. She knew that the comrades had seized the opportunity of the chaos and successfully scattered the leaflets without anyone noticing.
A flyer fell at Xiu Yuman's feet. She bent down to pick it up out of curiosity and looked at it:
Down with the traitor Wang Kehai!
Forty million Chinese people angrily denounced Wang as a traitor!
"Yuman, it's best not to read this." Cheng Haitao came over at some point and took the flyer from Xiu Yuman's hand.
"If Mr. Wang sees this, I'm afraid he will be very angry." Xiu Yuman raised his eyebrows and turned to look in the direction where the ship was docked.
"This is the purpose of the Chongqing elements! They are here to cause trouble on purpose!" Cheng Haitao said in a deep voice.
"Is it Chongqing?" Xiu Yuman asked doubtfully.
"Assassination in public! Even using dead soldiers, this is exactly the style of Chongqing." Cheng Haitao said.
Xiu Yuman immediately understood that Cheng Haitao had confused Zhao Yi's assassination with the matter of spreading leaflets.
She reflected on herself and felt that she shouldn't have asked the question "It's Chongqing" just now, so she immediately made amends and pretended that she was not interested in these killings and that she had some peace of mind.
"It's so scary." Xiu Yuman patted his chest, "Living people are just like that..."
Then he caught a glimpse of Cheng Haitao's malicious gaze, his face turned cold, he snorted and turned around to leave.
Cheng Haitao looked at Xiu Yuman's back as he left angrily. He chuckled and turned around to look around. He saw someone picking up flyers and reading them. Some even stuffed them into their arms. He couldn't help but sneered.
I'm afraid this is why the Chongqing authorities knew that it was impossible to harm Mr. Wang, but still sent dead soldiers to act.
Shanghai was a Japanese-occupied area.
The sound of gunshots and fighting to the death told people in the Japanese-occupied areas that Chongqing was still resisting.
At this time, Cheng Haitao caught a glimpse of movement on the other side of the ship. Someone got off the ship and hurried over. They were alerted by the gunfire.
…
Jingle Bell.
Office of the Deputy Chief Inspector of the Central Police Station.
"I'm Cheng Qianfan." Cheng Qianfan picked up the phone.
"Is this happening?" He frowned, "Okay, I understand."
The call was made by his subordinate in the Liaison Office of the Political Department, who informed him of the news that Chongqing elements attempted to assassinate Wang Kehai at Qiujiang Wharf.
He originally planned to ask how the assassin was doing, but Cheng Qianfan was cautious and did not ask in the end.
After putting down the phone, Cheng Qianfan picked up his police hat, put it on, and went directly to the investigation team office of the Political Department.
At this moment, who has the best information in the entire Central Patrol Room, it is naturally Peter.
When Wang Chuanhai arrived in Shanghai, it was naturally impossible not to pay attention to the French Concession.
Among the reporters and VIPs at the dock, there must be people from the political office among them.
When Cheng Qianfan came in, Peter was talking to someone on the phone. He glanced at his friend and motioned for him to sit wherever he wanted.
Cheng Qianfan did not sit down, but picked up the open bottle of red wine on Peter's table, took off the cork with a pop, took another wine glass, and poured himself a glass of wine.
"This is my best wine collection." Pete hung up the phone and screamed strangely.
"I just received a call that someone at Qiujiang Pier intends to assassinate Wang Kehai. My people don't know the specific situation. Please tell me." Cheng Qianfan ignored Peter's complaint. He took a sip of wine and showed interest.
"That's true." Pete nodded, "The Chongqing elements wanted to sneak in and assassinate Mr. Wang. After being stopped by the Japanese military police, the man killed a soldier and then committed suicide."
After confirming the news of Zhao Yi's martyrdom from Peter's mouth, Cheng Qianfan's heart skipped a beat, and a huge sadness hit him.
Although I had been mentally prepared for it, when this moment really came, the sadness was still heartbreaking.
"What are they going to do?" Cheng Qianfan exclaimed, "Knowing that it was impossible to get close to Wang Kehai, let alone a successful assassination, they sent people to die in vain."
Then he saw Peter's expression become solemn.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
"That assassin was a hero," Pete said.
"Hero? Hey!" Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "He just died in vain."
"You don't understand." Peter shook his head with a serious expression. "It's impossible for the Chongqing side to know that this kind of assassination has no hope of success, but they still have to take action, even if they directly lose an outstanding soldier."
Peter directly picked up Cheng Qianfan's wine glass, took a sip of red wine, and continued, "Shanghai is a Japanese-occupied area. They used the bleeding death of a soldier to tell the people in the Japanese-occupied area that they are still fighting. At the same time, they are also telling Wang Qianhai
, most Chinese people will not approve of his behavior."
Cheng Qianfan's eyes flashed with a shocked expression.
This was not an act, he was really shocked.
Of course he knew what Peter said.
When Hao Zai came back to him last night, he asked him a question: Is it worth it for Zhao Yi to die in vain?
Cheng Qianfan’s answer was: As long as the gunshots are fired, Wang Qianhai hears the gunshots, and Shanghai citizens hear the gunshots, the mission is accomplished!
Hearing this, Hao Zai was silent for a while, then raised his head, with a trace of relief and light in his eyes.
Cheng Qianfan asked him.
Hao Zai's answer was that he felt much better now that he knew Brother Zhao Yi's death was worth it.
"What's going on over there at Wang Chuhai?" Cheng Qianfan asked narrowly, "Were you scared by the gunfire?"
"It is said that he was quite scared." Pete said with a smile.
"Ah?" Cheng Qianfan was surprised. He just asked casually.
"When the gunfire rang out, it was said that Mr. Wang was receiving guests. He was so frightened by the gunshot that he almost knelt on the ground. Later, he hurriedly sent someone to learn about the situation." Peter said with a wink.
Cheng Qianfan laughed, and Wang Qianhai was so frightened by the gunfire that he almost knelt down. Naturally, this could not be true. It was most likely fabricated by citizens and eager to spread it.
Don't underestimate this detailed information. What does it mean? It shows what people's will is. It shows that the people of Shanghai do not welcome Wang Quanhai and this big traitor.
This is exactly what it means for Zhao Yi to die without hesitation!
…
"Have you found out the identity of the assassin?" Umezuzumi asked with a gloomy expression on the left.
The person responsible for Wang Chuanhai's security work at Qiujiang Terminal is Zuo Shangmeizumi.
"Report to Zuo, this is the press pass found on the deceased," the Japanese officer said.
"Zhao Yi, Dong-A Ilbo." Umezu, upper left, took the blood-stained press card and looked at it carefully.
"Yes, Shaozuo, the Dong-A Ilbo is on the list of people allowed to enter," the Japanese officer said.
In order to protect the safety of Wang Reclamation, Japan set up two checkpoints at Qiujiang Wharf.
The first checkpoint prohibited entry to outsiders, and only journalists from newspapers that were allowed to enter, such as Zhao Yi, were allowed to enter.
Zuo Shangmeizumi nodded, and he already had a preliminary clue in his mind.
In order to quickly let people in, the first checkpoint only checked the press ID and did not search the person. This is why this person was able to pass the checkpoint smoothly.
The second level requires a body search. It is precisely because of this that the assassin cannot hide the weapons he carries and can only attack the imperial soldiers violently.
"Check the authenticity of this press card," Umezu said on the left.
"Shao Zuo, we have captured Zhao Yi's accomplice." The Japanese officer said, waving his hand as he spoke.
…
"Taijun, I'm unjust." Tang Hao, who was escorted by Japanese soldiers, hurriedly cried out, "I'm really not Zhao Yi's ally, I'm just his boss, ah no, no, what I said is, I am him
My boss at the newspaper office, I am..."
Umezu, on the left, stared at the man who was anxious and didn't know what to say. He took out his gun, turned off the safety and pointed it at the man, "Shut up, if you shout again, I will shoot!"
Tang Hao, who was still shouting, was like a duck with his neck stuck, holding back what he was about to say, his eyes frightened.
"I ask, you answer, do you understand?" Umezuzumi, the upper left, asked.
"Yeah, yeah." Tang Haomeng nodded.
"Your identity, your relationship with the assassin."
"I, Tang Hao, am the deputy editor-in-chief of the East Asia Daily, and Zhao Yi is a reporter at the newspaper."
"Is that man really called Zhao Yi?" Umezuzumi asked, pointing at Zhao Yi's body.
"Yes, Zhao Yi, that's right."
"How long has Zhao Yi been working at the Dong-A Ilbo?" Umezuzumi asked, upper left.
"It's been almost two years," Tang Hao said thoughtfully.
"One more question, where does Zhao Yi live?" Umezuzumi asked in a deep voice.
"I don't know." Tang Hao shook his head.
He knew what the Japanese were going to do. Although he was not sure whether Chongqing had made arrangements for Zhao Yi's family, he did not hesitate at all and tried to delay as much time as possible.
He has to do his part well.
"You don't know?" Mei Jinzhu, on the left, stared into Tang Hao's eyes with a sinister look.
"Mr. Officer, I really don't dare to lie. I really don't know." Tang Hao was frightened and his legs were trembling. "I am the deputy editor and he is a reporter. He came to my house to give gifts. I..."
Seeing that Tang Hao was so arrogant and even talked about accepting money from his subordinates, the upper left man Umezu nodded slightly, somewhat convinced.
"Push it down." Umezu, the upper left man, waved his hand.
"Taijun, Taijun, I am innocent. I love Japan. If you don't believe me, you can ask Mr. Akita. He knows me." Tang Hao wailed.
Umezuzumi on the left looked gloomy, "Quickly find out where Zhao Yi lives and arrest the relevant people."
"Hai."
…
Mailan Pier.
Tao Yunhong followed two strange men aboard an ocean-going ship of Swire Shipping.
There was panic and confusion in her eyes.
Not long after her husband left in the morning, the two men came to see him with a letter.
She read the letter, which was written by her husband Zhao Yi himself.
Zhao Yi said in the letter that this letter was written last night in case of emergency.
On his way to the newspaper office in the morning, he made a decisive decision and asked these two friends to help escort her away.
"Yun Hong, my wife, the situation is a bit bad. You should leave first before I am noticed, so that I can escape. My husband has arranged everything. Both of them are my friends. My husband has told them everything.
Follow their arrangements, remember, remember.”
About half an hour later, amid the black smoke rising into the sky and the sound of whistles resounding in the sky, this huge ship set off from Shanghai to Hong Kong.
"Sir, where is my husband?" Tao Yunhong waited for a while, becoming increasingly worried, and asked again and again.
The two of them looked at each other and knew that they could no longer hide it. The most important thing was that the ship had set sail and they were out of danger. The most important thing at this time was to appease Mrs. Zhao's emotions to avoid any complications.
"Mrs. Zhao, we have a letter left for you by Mr. Zhao," one of them said.
"Where is the letter?" Tao Yunhong asked eagerly.
"Mrs. Zhao, I can give you the letter. You have to promise us and stay calm."
"Where is the letter?" Tao Yunhong asked eagerly regardless.
"Mrs. Zhao, Mr. Zhao has something to tell you." Another person said in a deep voice, "You are a healthy person. You should stay calm when things happen, because he is very worried about you."
"Okay, I'll calm down." Tao Yunhong swallowed, her face turned pale, and she nodded vigorously.
The two members of the special situation team looked at each other. One of them opened the wooden box, took out the letter from the mezzanine, and handed it to Tao Yunhong respectfully with both hands.
"Sister-in-law, here is the letter."
Tao Yunhong didn't notice that the other party's title had changed. She snatched the letter and took a look at it. The envelope read:
My wife Yunhong (respectfully).
It's Zhao Yi's name.
She pulled out the letter tremblingly.
Take a look.
“Yunhong, my beloved wife:
This is my last letter to you.
I'm really sorry for hiding it from you for so long.
Our National Revolutionary Army soldiers were ordered to lurk in Shanghai and have never betrayed the country and nation.
Yes, I am an anti-Japanese soldier, not a traitor!
Yunhong Azuma, you are probably very happy to hear this news.
You will be proud of me too.
I am also very proud to have a good wife.
My wife, let me tell you something, I am going to die today.
When a man is born into troubled times, and his family and country are scattered, he should not hesitate to sacrifice himself. It is the duty of our soldiers to wrap their bodies in horse leather.
Well, my wife Yun Hong, I secretly tell you that my heart is not peaceful, but I am afraid. I am not cowardly and living in vain, but I am worried about you and my children.
I only wish that if I die, my son (daughter) will not have to suffer death in the future. I hope you will be safe in the future.
This body has been promised to the country, and it will be difficult to give it to Qing again.
Deeply guilty.
I died for my country and deserved my death.
Thousands of words, but this page cannot describe how much I miss and care about you.
Say goodbye to this.
My wife, Yun Hong, you are pregnant, so don’t be too sad because of my death...
I feel guilty for my husband, I owe you so much.
If we meet again in the next life, and if we don’t give up, I will surely be the companion of Prime Minister Bai to atone for my sins!
Husband, Zhao Yi.
The last word, stop!
The twenty-eighth year of the Republic of China, May 6th."
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