Kogoro Imamura entered the guest room.
He himself has small eyes, and now he was looking around with squinted eyes. His eyes were like mung beans, almost invisible.
The furnishings of the guest rooms are mainly simple.
A table, a chair, a bed, a wardrobe.
There is also a small coffee table with tea sets on it.
The lamp on the desk was on, and a newspaper was scattered on the table.
The rugs on the bed were scattered.
There is a briefcase on the chair.
The wardrobe was open, and a clothes hanger fell down. It must have fallen when Kentaro Miyazaki was in a hurry to take out the clothes and put them on.
Everywhere he looked, there was nothing unusual.
"Why didn't you light the incense?" Imamura Kogoro frowned. He said to Cheng Qianfan with an apologetic smile, "The incense at home is of high quality. It can help you sleep, but it will not make you drowsy."
As he said that, he shook his head, "It was my negligence and I didn't light the incense in advance."
Cheng Qianfan naturally waved his hand and said it was okay.
Sakamoto Yoshino reminded, "Miyazaki-kun, let's go down quickly."
Cheng Qianfan picked up his briefcase and bowed slightly to Kogoro Imamura, "I'm really sorry to bother you."
Then he followed Sakamoto Yoshino downstairs.
…
"Miyazaki-kun, I apologize to you on behalf of Butler Imamura." Sakamoto Yoshino said, "He had no intention of targeting you, he was just too sensitive."
Cheng Qianfan looked at Sakamoto Yoshino in surprise. He didn't expect that Sakamoto Yoshino could see it.
Could it be that Sakamoto Yoshino had been pretending before?
"I stayed at Uncle Imamura's house for the first time before, and Butler Kogoro was particularly wary of me." Sakamoto Yoshino said with a smile, "He has such a character, he is very wary of any outsider who appears for the first time."
"I see." Cheng Qianfan nodded and said, "Butler Kogoro is loyal to Mr. Imamura, which is admirable. I can understand it."
Until this moment, Cheng Qianfan was truly relieved.
Just now, when Sakamoto Yoshino and Imamura Kogoro knocked on the door, his scalp was numb.
It's fear.
He just entered Hyōtaro Imamura's study again, put Hyōtaro Imamura's briefcase back as it was, and took his own briefcase back.
Less than half a minute after returning to the guest room, there was a knock on the door.
He immediately opened the closet and deliberately dropped a clothes hanger.
Pretending that he had just woken up, he accidentally messed up the wardrobe while putting on his coat.
At the same time, directly opening the wardrobe can also make visitors subconsciously relax without arousing more suspicion.
Cheng Qianfan has always believed in a principle. As long as there is the first hint of subconscious suspicion, people will continue to investigate according to this suspicion. By then, even if there is no problem, it is possible to find the problem.
Therefore, it is important to give the other party a visual impression where there is nothing suspicious and everything is clear.
This time it was really dangerous.
It can even be said that if Sakamoto Yoshino and Imamura Kogoro walked faster, they might block him in the study.
'Enough is enough! '
'Suppress greed and desire! '
This is the reason why he was lucky enough to avoid the crisis this time.
After keeping the document "Minister's Telegram to Shanghai No. 523" in mind.
Cheng Qianfan began to look through other documents eagerly.
However, just when he read and remembered a document again, he was ready to continue flipping through other documents.
He gritted his teeth and forcibly stopped his desire to continue reading.
Then, without hesitation, he returned the documents to their original positions and the black line warning device of the briefcase.
Then he immediately entered the study room and changed his briefcase back.
In this way, he could barely escape the disaster.
If he had been tempted by those documents and delayed for another half minute, today would have been the day of his sacrifice.
…
In the lobby on the first floor.
Cheng Qianfan followed Sakamoto Yoshino and found a seat to sit down.
At this time, the hall has been decorated into a brightly lit banquet hall.
The guests were sitting upright.
Cheng Qianfan observed secretly.
There were more than twenty people attending Hyōtaro Imamura's birthday party today, and more than ten of them were either in suits or kimonos. It was speculated that they might be Hyōtaro Imamura's colleagues at the Consulate General.
There are also more than ten people who are officers wearing Japanese military uniforms.
It is currently unclear whether he is an officer from the Military Attaché Office of the Consulate General or an officer from the Japanese Army stationed in Shanghai.
At this time, the invited imperial geisha was dancing the fan dance.
Cheng Qianfan showed surprise and watched the dance attentively.
It was obviously listening to music that sounded like a funeral song, and watching a geisha performance with powder on her face that could scare children into crying at night.
Cheng Qianfan had to make an intoxicated expression from the bottom of his heart.
Just a song and dance.
Cheng Qianfan clapped gently, and there was even a tear in his eyes.
"Sakamoto-kun, I made you laugh." Cheng Qianfan wiped the corners of his eyes, "It's been a long time since I enjoyed the Empire's singing and dancing."
Amid polite applause, Hyōtaro Imamura "came on stage" to deliver a speech.
He bowed slightly in greeting.
Then he delivered an impassioned speech with the excellent eloquence of a diplomat.
…
Hyōtaro Imamura thanked all the guests for coming.
Finally, he made an impassioned speech, "This is my fifth birthday in China since the Manchurian Incident."
“A son’s birthday is a mother’s Good Friday.”
"To be honest, I miss my mother."
"My mother hasn't seen me in five years either."
Some people were rubbing their eyes, and some even let out low sobbing sounds.
"However, I dedicated all my energy and love for my mother to the greatest motherland, and to the empire!" Hyōtaro Imamura wiped the corners of his eyes and suddenly raised his voice.
"Every year on my birthday, I ask myself, have I worked hard enough this year? Can I be proud to say that I am a useful person to the empire?"
After a pause, Hyōtaro Imamura said, "Now, I can proudly say that I have worked hard for the empire in the past year, and I am worthy of my mother's teachings!"
There was a burst of warm applause.
While Cheng Qianfan clapped excitedly, he was thinking in his heart that Hyoutarou Imamura's birthday party was a little weird.
It wasn't so much a birthday party, but it felt more like a gathering of some organization to him.
"In northern China, the Empire's North China Garrison has opened its fangs towards Peiping. The Empire has waited for too long for today's event." Hyoutaro Imamura said.
He pointed at an officer and said, "Hojo-kun."
Hojo stood up, his expression extremely excited, and he spoke generously:
"Once the warships and artillery are slightly strengthened, they can open up Ezo and Akatsuki Ryukyu, make them join in the pilgrimage, blame North Korea, make them pay tribute, cut off the land of southern Manchuria, take over Taiwan and Luzon, occupy the entire China, and dominate India. "
Many attendees followed suit and shouted loudly.
Cheng Qianfan also had a serious expression with excitement. He seemed to be infected and started shouting.
This is what Yoshida Shoin, the spiritual leader of Japan’s Meiji Restoration, once said in the fifth year of Emperor Xianfeng’s reign in the Qing Dynasty.
In this "blueprint" constructed by Yoshida Shoin, it is intended to first include the surrounding small islands in Japan's territory, and then encroach on them, using China as a "base" and then continue to radiate outward from the center of Asia and continue to expand. Japan's territory.
The later Tanaka Memorial was developed and expanded on this basis.
"Ryukyu is ours now." Imamura Hyōtaro said loudly.
"Taiwan is ours!"
"North Korea is ours."
"Manchuria is ours!"
Every time Hyōtaro Imamura said a word, the place burst into wild cheers.
In Cheng Qianfan's eyes, Hyoutarou Imamura, who presented himself with an elegant image, was like a folk cult leader at this moment.
…
Second floor.
After Cheng Qianfan left, Imamura Kogoro checked the guest room again, but still found nothing unusual.
His mind suddenly recalled the briefcase of 'Kentaro Miyazaki'.
This briefcase is exactly the same as Hyoutarou Imamura's briefcase.
Imamura Kogoro's heart moved and he immediately walked towards the study.
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