Meng Shaoyuan was still very satisfied with his outfit.
Wearing work clothes, high leather boots, and a beige peaked cap.
It would be nice if I could wear some more glasses.
A pipe from who knows where lies aside.
Kudo Shinichi doesn’t use a pipe, right?
Meng Shaoyuan picked up his pipe and felt that he didn't look like Kudo Shinichi, but more like Sherlock Holmes.
"Director Meng, this is the safest route for you to go to the Japanese." Wu Jingyi walked in: "This can avoid the frontal battlefield to the greatest extent."
"I know, I'll check it out when I leave."
Meng Shaoyuan picked up his pipe and narrowed his eyes to look at Wu Jingyi.
Is this Young Master Meng's head cramping again? What's wrong with you again?
Wu Jingyi kept muttering in her heart.
"Assistant Wu."
Meng Shaoyuan's voice was steady and calm: "You had porridge for breakfast this morning, right?"
“Which restaurant in Shanghai doesn’t have porridge for breakfast?”
“But you also served it with fried dough sticks, right?”
"No, I got up a little late today and didn't have time to buy fried dough sticks. I heated up some steamed buns I bought yesterday."
Well……
Meng Shaoyuan refused to give up: "But I can confirm that you came by rickshaw, and you paid the rickshaw driver more."
Think about it, she got up late today. In order to avoid being late, she must have called a rickshaw. As soon as she got on the bus, she said: "Hurry, I will give you double the fare."
This judgment is so awesome!
"No." Wu Jingyi replied blankly: "I came here by tram. The tram broke down halfway, so I got here half an hour late."
Meng Shaoyuan was furious: "Wu Jingyi, who allowed you to be late!"
"You."
"I?"
"Didn't you say that day, special times, special treatment, internal staff can't guarantee that they will be on time when they get off work, and they don't have to be on time when they go to work. Especially for me, my husband thinks that I work in the company, so I must be on time when I get off work. You promised me that you could come later and take care of the house first, have you forgotten?"
The great detective’s dream is shattered!
"This pipe is for you, sir." Meng Shaoyuan was dejected.
"Who wants it? You just had it in your mouth. It's not hygienic at all."
"Wu Jingyi!"
"Stop yelling, Director Meng. I know you are going to retaliate. You will say, 'Wu Jingyi, I promised you that you could come later, but I didn't say you were allowed to be half an hour late. I will deduct one day's salary from you, right? ?'"
Meng Shaoyuan was stunned.
Who the hell is the great detective? I was really ready to say that.
"Wu...Wu Jingyi, your father was a detective?"
"Neuropathy."
"Then how do you know what I'm going to say?"
"Director Meng, do you know what is said in the back office now?"
"What?"
"Don't imitate Meng Shaoyuan as a human being."
Master Meng, whose reputation was not only bad in other departments, but also bad within himself, honestly became an agent again.
Yuki Nitta had already contacted the Asama detachment. What surprised him was that General Asama actually showed a certain enthusiasm when he heard that it was "Kudo Shinichi".
I even heard that people were actually sent to pick up Kudo Shinichi.
Meng Shaoyuan was actually a little frightened.
Not far away, the sound of gunfire continued to be heard. If a bullet came out of nowhere at this time and shot through his head, it would be too bad.
"Kudo, Kudo!"
came a familiar voice.
"Captain Hashimoto!" At first glance, it turned out to be his "old friend" Captain Hashimoto, leading a group of soldiers to appear in a row of broken houses.
Meng Shaoyuan ran over in "surprise": "Your Excellency, Captain, why did you come to pick me up in person? I really can't afford it."
"Ah, it's nothing. I happened to be ordered to perform a combat mission in this area and sneak attack the Chinese positions. Your Majesty the General asked me to pick you up by the way."
"Thank you so much."
A sneak attack on Chinese positions?
Damn it, what a pity, I can't pass this information on.
"I will send two soldiers to take you to the rear." Captain Hashimoto called his two men: "As long as you pass through that area, it is under our control, and you will be safe."
"Thank you, Your Excellency Captain, and I wish you a long career in martial arts."
Meng Shaoyuan met Asama Akutagawa again.
The leader of the Asama detachment is high-spirited.
After he led the entire detachment to Shanghai, it was a smooth journey and did not suffer any heavy blows. Instead, he made many military exploits.
Maybe when the Battle of Shanghai is over, his superiors can add another shining star to their shoulders.
"Kudo Shinichi, we meet again."
Although Asama Akutagawa tried his best to appear indifferent, he could not hide his elation: "Are you here to interview the heroic martial arts achievements of the brave imperial soldiers in Shanghai, and to inspire the Japanese expatriates' belief in victory?"
"Yes, General." Meng Shaoyuan said loudly: "The Asama detachment is invincible. I think one day, sooner or later, you will return to Kyoto as a hero, and the Garden Hall will receive heroes like you for free. No. , that is the honor of the Garden Club!"
"It's such an honor." Asama Akutagawa said with a smile: "If there is a chance in the future, I will take you to the garden hall with me."
"Ah, what qualifications do I have to be able to go in with His Majesty the General?"
"No, I am from Kyoto, and so are you. The difference between Kyoto and those country people is unity. I think you will be my military reporter in the future. Tell all Japan that the team commanded by Kyoto people is Zhan Wu Invincible!"
"Your Excellency, General, your words make me excited." Meng Shaoyuan said with gratitude: "So, there are some things that I can no longer hide from Your Excellency, General."
"Oh, you have something to hide from me?"
"Yes, the purpose of my visit this time, apart from the interview, is that a Chinese man also asked me for a task."
Asama Akutagawa's interest suddenly aroused: "Chinese people? Tell us."
Meng Shaoyuan took out a Japanese newspaper from his pocket, spread it out, and pointed to a photo on the front page: "This was taken here. Is that your prisoner on top?"
Asama Akutagawa only glanced at it and nodded immediately: "Yes."
"Are they still there?"
"They were detained in a temporary prisoner of war camp, waiting for orders from the command. Ah, a few died of serious injuries, and some tried to escape and were killed by us."
Damn it, Qin Fuyu must not be among these unlucky people.
"This person." Meng Shaoyuan pointed to the person circled in red pen: "His name is Qin Fuyu, and he is a soldier of the Chinese people, but his true identity is the illegitimate son of Xu Chengbo, general manager of Shanghai Henglong Company."
Xu Chengbo sneezed several times in succession: "What's going on? Do you have a cold?"
"Manager Xu, according to the old man, someone is talking bad about you behind your back."
"There's nothing wrong with doing business? Just say it, as long as Boss Meng doesn't say bad things about me."
Asama Akutagawa understood, and even smiled again on his face: "I'm going to spend money to redeem it."
Such things have not never happened among Japanese frontline troops.
When some Chinese people are caught, if their families have some money, they are often willing to pay a sum of money to redeem themselves.
I even heard that a battalion commander of the Chinese Gui Army took out two gold bars from his clothes after being captured, bribed a Japanese captain who captured him, and successfully rescued him.
It's not that the superiors don't know these things, but in the midst of a fierce war, as long as they don't release a particularly senior lieutenant without permission, they usually turn a blind eye to such things.
Moreover, how to deal with these prisoners of war is also a headache.
After all, this is Shanghai, and so many foreigners are paying attention to this war and every move between China and Japan on the battlefield.
If prisoners of war are massacred rashly, it will definitely cause an uproar among European and American powers and increase Japan's passive situation in the world.
The Nationalist Government is actively turning to the Nine-Nation Pact for mediation, which will become their excuse and will be detrimental to the Empire of Japan.
Some well-fed Americans even conducted special investigations into the lives of prisoners of war.
For example, Tilanqiao Prison, located in Hongkou, was used as the headquarters of the Japanese military police special agency. It was both a civilian detention center and a prisoner of war camp.
The American report describes it this way:
"Lieutenant Horano is the warden. Guards are changed every 3 hours.
Most prisoners do not know the names of prison officials and guards. The environment is terrible. The prison was overcrowded, infested with mosquitoes and flies, and filthy. The Japanese have done nothing to improve the environment. Tilanqiao Prison has a notorious reputation..."
Therefore, Asama Akutagawa was not surprised at all by what Meng Shaoyuan said.
"Yes, Your Excellency General." Meng Shaoyuan said: "Xu Chengbo only has two daughters. You know how much the Chinese hope to have a son, but Xu Chengbo's wife is a tigress. Once it is known that he has an illegitimate child outside, there is no need for two. Everyone in Shanghai would know about it when he was little. Therefore, Xu Chengbo could only quietly watch his son grow up.
Some time ago, his son actually ran to become a soldier. How ignorant. And he was captured by you. If Xu Chengbo hadn't read in the newspaper that his son had become a prisoner, he would still be kept in the dark until now. He was very anxious and asked someone to find me, hoping that I could try to redeem his son. He was willing to pay a large sum of money for this. "
Having said this, he glanced at Asama Akutagawa: "Your Excellency General, I am just passing on a message. I know that releasing prisoners of war privately is not good for Your Excellency General's reputation."
Asama Akutagawa asked calmly: "Kudo, how much did you charge?"
Meng Shao was startled at first, then his face turned red, and he said coyly: "As expected, nothing can be hidden from Your Majesty the General. Xu Chengbo gave me five hundred US dollars and promised to give me another five hundred US dollars after the matter is completed."
Asama Akutagawa smiled: "So, how much is he willing to pay to redeem his son?"
"Five thousand."
"Five thousand?"
"Yes, five thousand dollars."
"no."
"Okay, I will go back and tell Xu Chengbo now that his son will not be released."
"No, I mean, five thousand dollars is too little!"
