Miyamoto Mingtetsu was very patient. He waited quietly for a long period of silence, and only asked this question when dusk fell into the night.
For Zhu Yeqing, time has become the last straw that breaks the camel's back. Every second, she is under the pressure of being stuck at the limit.
"I..." She didn't even say a complete sentence.
"I'm running out of patience." The moment Miyamoto Akitsu stated his state, he was very straightforward. The next second...
Thump thump thump thump.
There was a burst of urgent footsteps in the corridor, and a Japanese man also wearing a suit ran into the office, bowed to Miyamoto Akitsubo and said: "Section Chief, Yoshino from the Japanese food store has been captured!"
Ding!
Zhuyeqing's heart jumped so hard that it almost got stuck in her throat.
Miyamoto Mingzhe looked at Zhuyeqing at this time: "You still don't want to tell me?"
"Then let me tell you how we are progressing?"
He held Zhu Yeqing's hand and stood at the window like a couple, watching the people coming and going on the street. He watched those people clearly know that there were Japanese soldiers standing at the door of Yu Shui Huan, but they still walked around the street like yellow croakers: "
look……"
"They are afraid of us. The rickshaw pullers on the street, the newspaper boys, the shoe shine vendors, everyone is afraid of us Japanese."
"But have you seen any reduction in the bustle on the street?"
"not at all."
"What this country emphasizes is that food is the most important thing for the people. People live to eat, and this street allows them to earn a whole day's food expenses and fill their stomachs. Therefore, even if it is very dangerous here, they can
Come, as long as your life is not endangered."
"However, there are some people who are not afraid of us, such as Li Shaoyang."
"We have to arrange for someone to keep an eye on him at the post office. This is the job of the Super High School to prevent him from mailing letters that are not beneficial to the Empire of Japan."
Miyamoto Mingzhe turned his head towards Zhuyeqing and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, when our people were performing their tasks, they discovered that there was a very weird person in the post office. He would check a fixed number almost every day.
He was afraid of leaving something behind in his mailbox. So we paid attention to him for half a year. Miraculously, he didn't show any signs of trouble in the past six months."
"Until you name the email address."
"After this person who we have been keeping an eye on saw the letter, he didn't even quit his job and prepared to leave without packing his things. The interesting thing is that he hasn't received his salary for this month."
"This is almost impossible in China, where food is the most important thing for the people, so we released this person, and he went to a Japanese restaurant. You have no idea how excited I was at this second."
Miyamoto Mingtetsu held Zhuyeqing's waist with both hands: "The Kwantung Army has always suspected that there are spies from Nanjing in Northern Manchuria, because our plan to build a granary here has just been implemented, and Nanjing and the Red Party actually announced at the same time that Japan would increase its troops in the Northeast.
The news in Nanjing was slightly one day later than that of the Red Party;”
"Subsequently, Liu Mangui, Zhang Hongyan, and Bai Jianwu were killed one after another. When Li Shaoyang was about to be forced to speak for us, he was protected. In addition, many important information were leaked for no reason before. I compiled the handlers
I found that almost everyone had drank alcohol in this Japanese restaurant in the Japanese Overseas Chinese District."
"What's even more coincidental is that there is a Chinese employee in this store who the boss likes very much. In order not to make other Japanese people hate him, he gave him a Japanese name, Yoshino. And the person who escaped from the post office this time was in
After meeting Yoshino, he planned to leave the city, so I arrested this man."
The bamboo leaf green was sweating, and in the cold winter, the ragged clothes were sweating coldly.
"Qu Sang."
Miyamoto Mingtetsu said without even turning his head: "Now do you still think that Ms. Zhuyeqing is just a charlatan?"
Qu Guang was already frozen on the spot. He never thought that this woman who opened an erotic parlor in northern Manchuria would be related to politics!
"That email address is a communication signal between you and the people behind you, right?"
Miyamoto Mingtetsu looked at Zhuyeqing's body as if he were appreciating a work of art: "Should you tell them to retreat, or let them come and save you?"
He pointed out the window and said, "Is there someone outside with a gun aimed at my head?"
Zhuye Qing followed the words and glanced out the window. She saw Japanese soldiers in military uniforms guarding the roof of the Liuguo Hotel, which was the commanding heights nearby. With this watchtower, even if there were hidden snipers who wanted to shoot
The gun will be discovered immediately. Zhuyeqing keeps wandering in the hope of being rescued but worried that one of his own people will fall into the Japanese trap...
"Miss Zhuyeqing?"
Miyamoto Akitsu looked at her and asked: "Do you still have the energy to care about others?"
"You don't want to say anything before I get angry?"
Bamboo Leaf Green is like a snake locked in a bamboo basket. Even if it has strong poison, it cannot use it at this moment.
"I do not know what you're talking about."
She forced herself to say this.
"It doesn't matter. Maybe the communication between us is not smooth, or maybe my Chinese is not fluent." Miyamoto Akitsu let go of his hand and slowly walked towards the office door and said, "I can call a translator and it can be solved.
this problem."
"What do you think about me calling Ms. Xu Guizhi who lives at No. 14 Shuguang Street?"
Zhuyeqing's expression changed significantly under Miyamoto Aketetsu's attention, and her eyes widened.
"Or have you forgotten this name? It's the address where you have to send money on time every month in Shanghai."
Click.
The door handle was turned, and Miyamoto Akitsu leaned out and shouted: "Hey, bring that woman here." After shouting, he found a group of Japanese soldiers looking back without knowing why, and he remembered to shout again in Japanese.
once.
After a while.
A woman about sixty years old with bound feet was pushed into the room by two Japanese soldiers.
She was a typical woman. Her dark blue top still had the colors of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties. Her three-inch feet were stuffed into shoes and it was difficult to walk. But as soon as this woman entered the house, she saw green bamboo leaves.
"Girl..." She stood at the door in surprise.
"mom!"
Zhuyeqing blurted out the name, which almost destroyed her whole world.
"I'm completely out of patience now."
Miyamoto Mingzhe said slowly: "Zhuyeqing, I think it may be more appropriate for this woman to ask you than me."
He reached out and pulled off the bayonet from the muzzle of the Japanese soldier's gun. The next second, he held the bayonet in his backhand and stared at Zhuyeqing and stabbed back - poof!
The bayonet came out of Xu Guizhi's thigh, and the woman wailed: "Oh my God!" She fell to the ground and covered her thigh and screamed: "It hurts me so much!!!"
Miyamoto Mingtetsu unhurriedly removed the second bayonet: "I heard that women have very no status in your country. If she marries someone, she will be given her husband's surname, and she will not even know her own name.
appears on the family tree.”
"Zhuye Qing, if the woman who gave birth to you and raised you is suffering for you, would you be so heartless as to pretend you didn't see it?"
