The only lesson history teaches people is that people never learn lessons. ——Hegel.
early morning.
Kamo Army Base in Bungalow District.
A car slowly drove in, stopped, opened the door, and Lieutenant Colonel Yoshikawa walked out of the car.
Taking the gas mask passed by his subordinate and putting it on his head, Lieutenant Colonel Yoshikawa observed the situation of the base through two round glass lenses.
The most conspicuous thing was the hundreds of corpses covered with white cloth placed at the door.
One after another, many mutilated limbs were collected from the open space.
A group of people are working hard to piece together, trying to repair as many complete bodies as possible.
It's just that these corpses were beaten to pieces. There were very few complete corpses in the open space, and there were too many incomplete limbs, making this task destined to be difficult to complete.
But no matter how difficult it is, those people are still working hard to piece it together.
Because the aura emanating from the man standing next to him was so cold that it was better than the howling cold wind.
Although he was wearing a gas mask, he could tell from the general star hanging on the opponent's uniform that he was a Japanese major general.
Miyake Miyake, the major general chief of staff of the Kwantung Army, is also the highest-ranking Japanese general in Bingcheng.
As the secret weapon of the Japanese Army, the Kamo Army has always received the focus of the military department.
Therefore, after receiving the report of the accident in the Kamo troops last night, Miyake Miyake personally mobilized the troops to provide support.
But Miyake Mitsuharu didn't expect that when he arrived at the base, all he saw was corpses all over the ground.
The base garrison did not even touch the shadow of the murderer.
Such incompetent behavior caused Miyake Miyake to personally supervise the seppuku of the head of the garrison in the early morning.
Under such pressure, everyone in the base acted tremblingly, for fear of attracting the wrath of Major General Miyake.
"Your Majesty the Major General."
Lieutenant Colonel Yoshikawa walked up to Miyake Miyake and lowered his head.
But he happened to see the face of the corpse at Miyake Mitsuji's feet.
It was Shiro Ishii who I met just yesterday and reached a cooperation deal with him.
"Yoshikawa-kun, I need an explanation."
After leaving a cold word, Miyake Miyake left directly.
It wasn't until Miyake Mitsuharu walked away that Lieutenant Colonel Yoshikawa leaned down and carefully observed the body of Shiro Ishii.
Shiro Ishii was not killed by a machine gun, his body was completely intact.
As for the cause of his death, it is also obvious.
Lieutenant Colonel Yoshikawa looked at the shoe print on Shiro Ishii's throat, the wound scratched by the iron nail, and the "J" shaped mark on the heel. They all clearly showed that it was stepped on by Showa Type 5 military boots.
When the Showa Type 5 military boots were first distributed to the troops, Shiro Ishii liked them very much and made his troops the first batch to wear them.
In his view, such an "iron hoof" can better instill physical and psychological fear into those "big road warriors".
Lieutenant Colonel Yoshikawa lifted the white cloth covering his body, and similar footprints were all over Shiro Ishii's body.
Shaking his head, Lieutenant Commander Yoshikawa covered Ishii Shiro with the white cloth again.
He felt a little complicated.
Yu Gong, the death of Shiro Ishii made him feel it was a pity that the empire lost an elite talent, and he would definitely face huge pressure.
But privately, if Shiro Ishii dies, doesn't it mean that he no longer needs to give the 40% gold that he promised to the other party?
Thinking of this, Nakasano Yoshikawa gave a big smile under his face covered by a gas mask.
Next, it depends on that guy Sugiyama Shoichi. I hope he can identify the place where the gold is hidden as soon as possible.
Ice City, Daowai District.
Sugiyama Shoichi, who was talked about by Lieutenant Colonel Yoshikawa, once again took his exclusive henchman Luan Ping, walking on Dongzhi Street in Bingcheng.
This time, Sugiyama Shoichi did not wear a very conspicuous Japanese military uniform, nor did he dress up like a low-key businessman. Instead, he put on a cyan, currently popular Japanese robe.
It can show one's Japanese identity without being too conspicuous.
Luan Ping put on the Bingcheng police detective uniform that he had longed for, and limped next to Sugiyama Masaichi.
Full of flattery.
Not long after, the two of them arrived at their destination:
Kek Lok Temple.
As the "Moscow of the Far East", the city's religious buildings are mostly Orthodox temples from the Tsarist period, such as St. Sophia Church.
As one of the few Buddhist temples in the Ice City, Kek Lok Temple has a special status in the hearts of both Chinese and Japanese people.
Sugiyama Shoichi came today because he wanted to go to the temple to pray for blessings and peace.
He felt that his luck during this period was really bad, and he wanted to ask the Buddha to eliminate his misfortune.
Although it was still early, the entrance to Kek Lok Temple was already crowded with people.
The strong smell of incense rising from the temple can be seen even from a distance.
Among the groups of believers who burned incense and worshiped Buddha, there were Chinese, Japanese, and even a few foreign faces.
The more troubled the times, the more people place their hopes on gods and Buddhas.
On this occasion, Sugiyama Shoichi and Luan Ping did not dare to make mistakes. They followed the team, bought incense and candles, and entered the temple to burn incense and fulfill their wishes.
Luan Ping's wish was simple and practical, and he asked the Buddha to bless him with promotion and wealth.
Sugiyama Shoichi's wish was also very clear, he hoped that the Buddha would help him get rid of his bad luck.
Best of all, you can still see that touch of white again.
In the Mahavira Hall, the clay-gold Buddha seems to be giving a silent answer to everyone's wishes with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes benevolent.
After offering incense, Sugiyama Shoichi went to the backyard to find a master to recite sutras for him to ward off misfortune.
However, when he turned around inadvertently, Sugiyama was stunned.
In the crowd, there was that familiar white color again.
At the moment, Sugiyama Shoichi couldn't care less about the master's affairs. He just felt that this Jirakuji Temple was too effective.
The wish I just made came true so quickly!
Just when Sugiyama Shoichi wanted to move forward, he saw the hateful Takemori Jiro again, and his steps couldn't help but stagnate.
Luan Ping, who was next to him, didn't understand what was going on until he followed Sugiyama Shoichi's gaze and saw Lu Feng and Yu Manli in the crowd.
Inexplicably, Luan Ping wanted to avoid these two people.
In his opinion, these two people are simply the evil stars of him and Sugiyama Shoichi. Every time they meet these two people, they will be unlucky.
Although Luan Ping has no knowledge, he also knows that there is a saying that nothing can be done more than three times.
But the problem is, looking at Sugiyama Shoichi's expression, Luan Ping knew there was no way to avoid it.
This is the third time. Sugiyama Tai-kun, why don’t you have a long memory?
After thinking for a while, Luan Ping came up with an idea.
"Sugiyama Taijun, let's follow them quietly and find out where they are staying."
"Yoshi."
Under Luan Ping's suggestion, Sugiyama Shoichi worked hard to keep the distance between him and Lu Feng, staying far behind them.
The cooperation with Lieutenant Colonel Yoshikawa made Sugiyama Shoichi's confidence stronger than ever.
So what if that Takemorijiro is Japanese?
As soon as the secret service comes forward, even Japanese people will be arrested and examined.
And this time, hey hey hey.
With his head full of fantasies, Sugiyama Shoichi followed Lu Feng and the others out of the Main Hall and walked all the way to the outside of Jileji Temple.
In the Mahavira Hall, the tall Buddha still has low eyebrows and kind eyes.
Look at the world with cold eyes.
At the end of the month, there are too many book friends who have voted for me, and there is no room for us here. I can only say that I am not well-known, so please forgive me. Thank you everyone.
Thanks to the book friends for their recommendation votes and support. gratitude.
(End of chapter)
