Matsumoto's home is very simple, with only one wooden house, divided into two sections from the middle, divided into two rooms, north and south. To Ma Xingkong's surprise, the light in the north room was still on. He gently said
When I came to the window, I looked inside and saw a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old immersed in writing something.
Ma Xingkong didn't disturb him, turned around, thinking about the one on the south side. The room was too dark, he didn't dare to light a lamp, and he didn't dare to make any noise, so Ma Xingkong could only take off his shoes and go in gently, in the dark house
I groped around inside. The room was very clean, everything was placed in an orderly manner, even the quilts were folded squarely.
"Brother! Are you back?" A young voice asked outside the door.
Ma Xingkong shook his head and hurriedly imitated Matsumoto's voice and replied: "Yes? What's the matter?"
Matsumoto Jiro said: "It's nothing. Why didn't my brother ask me to open the door when he came back? I've been waiting for you!"
"It's okay! Go to bed quickly! I have something to do early tomorrow morning, so I need to go to bed early!"
"Will my brother still have to work tomorrow?" Jiro Matsumoto's tone was a little strange: "Tomorrow is my parents' memorial day. Can my brother go home early?"
"I understand, go to bed quickly!" Ma Xingkong just wanted to kill the people outside the method and leave as soon as possible, and his tone contained some irritability.
There was no sound outside the door. Ma Xingkong listened for a long time and made sure there was no movement before continuing to search. On a bookshelf against the wall, he finally found a document bag sealed with fire paint. The fire paint had been removed, so it should be
Matsumoto had already read the contents. Ma Xingkong hurriedly opened it and took out the contents.
There are a lot of things inside. In the faint moonlight, the first thing you see is a map. Japanese characters are used on it to indicate several stations of the Manchuria Railway. Carefully identify it, and you will see that this is a map of the train from Beijing to Harbin, and the surrounding areas along the railway.
, using black and red colors to mark the stations controlled by China and Japan.
Ma Xingkong didn't know what this picture meant, so he stuffed it into his arms. In addition to the map, there was also a document describing a detailed plan to blow up a person codenamed 223 to death on the train.
The location and time have not yet been determined. Ma Xingkong pondered the number 223 carefully in his mind. He turned over and over again but could not figure out what relationship these numbers had with Zhang Zuolin.
Turning to the last page of the document, a photo fell to the ground, and the back happened to rush up. Ma Xingkong was about to reach out to pick it up, when suddenly there was a sound of pulling the bolt of a gun from behind. "Who are you?" Jiro Matsumoto
Holding a Mauser gun, he stood behind Ma Xingkong, with the black muzzle pointed directly at Ma Xingkong's back.
Ma Xingkong raised his hands in the air and turned around slowly. The young man in front of him was almost the same mold as Matsumoto, with high cheekbones, a wide forehead, and a resolute face. It was just that this young man lacked some wind and frost, and was not as mature as Matsumoto.
and steady.
Ma Xingkong smiled and said: "I am Matsumoto-kun's friend. I came back to get something for him. I knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered, so I had to climb over the wall and come in!"
Seeing Ma Xingkong in military uniform, Matsumoto Jiro was already convinced, and slowly put down his gun: "You are my brother's friend? What is your name? Are you his subordinate?"
When Matsumoto Jiro put down his gun, Ma Xingkong slowly put down his raised hand: "My name is Suzuki Shota. I'm not your brother's subordinate. I should be said to be his partner! You are his brother, so has he ever mentioned me?
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"My brother never mentions military matters at home!" Jiro Matsumoto said. Suddenly he saw the lacquer-sealed document bag on the ground and the pieces of document paper scattered on the ground. No matter how stupid he was, he understood something. He picked it up again.
He raised his gun and pointed it at Ma Xingkong: "What on earth do you do? Why don't you turn on the light when you take the documents? You are here to steal things!"
Before he finished the last word, Ma Xingkong suddenly took a step forward, grabbed the gun barrel with one hand, and pulled it into his arms. "Bang!" There was a gunshot, and the bullet grazed Ma Xingkong's cheek and was brought into the roof.
In the wood. At the same time, the gun in Matsumoto Jiro's hand was in Ma Xingkong's hand.
He dismantled a Mauser gun into parts in a few seconds, threw away the last piece, and approached Matsumoto Jiro step by step. Looking at Ma Xingkong's movements, Matsumoto Jiro was dumbfounded. He had never seen a short
He can dismantle the gun into pieces in a few seconds. Even his brother Ichiro Matsumoto doesn't have this ability.
Ma Xingkong waited for Matsumoto Jiro, smiling but not smiling: "It's best for children not to play with guns. If you can't hit others, it will be bad if you hit yourself!"
"You are a thief. When my brother comes back, I will definitely tell him!" Matsumoto Jiro had been forced into a corner by Ma Xingkong, but he showed no sign of fear.
He found some rope and tied Matsumoto Jiro firmly before continuing his work. When he turned around and turned around the photo that fell to the ground, Ma Xingkong was immediately stunned. It turned out to be Zhang Xueliang. Could it be that the codename 223 was
What does Zhang Xueliang mean?
"Hey..." A long whistle sounded on the road. The gunshot just now finally attracted the attention of the police. It is not easy to be the director of the Kyoto Police Investigation Department, especially in the area of Xiaxi Road, where I live.
The people here are either rich or noble, so the sound of gunshots coming from here must be an unusual case.
"Bang bang bang..." There was a violent banging on the door, and a voice shouted outside the door: "Mr. Matsumoto, is Mr. Matsumoto at home?"
Ma Xingkong opened the door and shouted outside: "Baga! Just went to bed! What do you want to do?"
The person outside the door immediately changed his tone: "I'm sorry to bother you. We just heard gunshots and thought something was going on, so we came here to take a look!"
"It's okay...!" Ma Xingkong was about to reply. Before he could say the word "something", he heard a voice shouting from inside the room: "There's a thief, there's a thief!" The voice was so loud that the police outside should have heard it.
It was clear. The sound of banging on the door became more intense. Ma Xingkong turned around, flew into the house, and grabbed Matsumoto Jiro's neck: "You kid, do you want to die? Tell me, and I will help you!"
The shouting outside the door became more and more intense. Ma Xingkong wanted to cover it up again. The people outside the door insisted on coming in and taking a look before talking. He couldn't delay any longer. It was time to leave. Ma Xingkong shouted loudly: "Wait a minute,
I’ll open the door for you after I put on my clothes!”
He turned around and looked around, came to the back wall, stretched out his hand, and then remembered that Matsumoto Jiro was still holding it in his hand. Matsumoto Jiro who was doing this had been dead for a long time, and his body was limp. His face turned red. Ma Xingkong will
He placed it in the corner of the wall, flew up the wall, looked into the alley behind, and saw no one, jumped down, and ran north.