A sharp siren suddenly sounded on the streets of Manila.
A dozen Japanese military police showed up.
A middle-aged man wearing a suit just came out of a shop. Before he could react, a sharp bayonet was pointed at him.
"Good people, good people."
The middle-aged man shouted loudly in broken Filipino local dialect.
However, before he could tell, a Japanese rifle butt had already hit his head.
In an instant, the middle-aged man's face was covered with blood, he covered his head and fell to the ground.
Two Japanese military policemen, one on the left and one on the right, pulled him up without any explanation.
All this was seen by Meng Shaoyuan who had just come out.
This kind of thing happens almost every day in Manila, and we have long been accustomed to it.
Meng Shao originally didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but at this moment, he heard the middle-aged man shout loudly:
"What are you doing, what are you going to do!"
What he said was actually Chinese.
Moreover, it is obviously an accent from northern China.
Chinese?
There are many overseas Chinese in the Philippines, and it is not uncommon to meet Chinese people here.
But, how could the Japanese suddenly dispatch so many military police to arrest a Chinese?
Judging from the Chinese man's behavior, he didn't look like a spy.
Meng Shaoyuan was a little curious.
The Chinese were dragged into the police car at gunpoint by the military police and driven away.
Meng Shaoyuan was about to get in the car when he suddenly saw another thin man walking out of the shop.
With a panicked look on his face, he looked left and right, then quickly walked away to the left.
"Follow up."
Meng Shaoyuan said in a low voice.
Li Zhifeng understood immediately and followed the thin man quietly.
…
"Name."
Meng Shaoyuan took out his cigarettes, took out one, and tapped it on the cigarette case.
"Gou Sihong." The man said timidly.
"Chinese?"
"Yes, overseas Chinese, my grandparents came to Manila since then."
"very good."
Meng Shaoyuan spoke "stiff" Chinese, but then switched to fluent Japanese:
"What's your relationship with the person who was arrested?"
Li Zhifeng acted as his "translator".
After Gou Sihong hesitated for a moment, Meng Shaoyuan had already yelled "Baga"!
Li Zhifeng immediately took out his pistol and pointed it at Gou Sihong's head.
Gou Sihong was frightened: "Taijun, I just met him. His name is Cheng Yiran. He seems to be from Peiping. He has been in Manila for more than a year. The day before yesterday, he found me through a local."
"Why are we looking for you?" Meng Shaoyuan interrupted and asked.
"He didn't know where he heard it. I had worked for a Japanese before." Gou Sihong didn't dare to hide it: "The Japanese was a Japanese employee of the Bank of Taiwan and was sent to Manila to work."
After the fall of Southeast Asia, a large number of Japanese employees from Yokohama Bank and Taiwan Bank were sent to various parts of Southeast Asia to assist the Japanese army in cleaning up local bank accounts and finding hidden accounts and properties.
The Japanese used various means of intimidation and torture to coerce bank staff to hand over the keys to secret warehouses and safes.
Most of those who refused to cooperate were tortured to death.
The Japanese bank clerk who Gou Sihong worked for, in addition to checking accounts, was also responsible for the inventory of cultural relics transported from Singapore and other places to Manila.
Manila was the final transit point for the Japanese throughout Southeast Asia.
On the fifteen docks, the wealth looted by Japan has been piled up.
There is also a wealth of wealth waiting to be hidden all over the Philippines.
Meng Shaoyuan was a little curious: "Cheng Yiran is looking for that Japanese?"
"It's not that I'm looking for it," Gou Sihong said, "He asked me if I had seen anything particularly strange when I was working for the Japanese. For example, some bones or something."
bone?
Cheng Yiran went all the way to Manila, in a strange place, just to find bones?
Something wrong with your head?
wrong!
Isn't that the bone you're looking for?
Meng Shaoyuan's face sank: "Be more detailed."
"The Japanese guy I help with work is called Xiao Zuoda Nao." Gou Sihong continued: "I usually respect him very much. I am an ancestral chef and cooks well. I always cook a few good dishes to photograph him. of flattery, so he and I get along fairly well.
After the employees of these Japanese banks come, most of them will hire some local people to be their assistants. They say they are assistants, but in fact they serve them and do miscellaneous tasks for them.
Later, I gradually discovered something was wrong. When the work of these Japanese employees was almost completed, their assistants would always disappear for no reason. As time passed, I guessed that the Japanese might have executed them quietly in order to keep the secret secret.
I was so frightened that I begged Xiao Zuo to spare my life. Maybe it was because he was very happy when I served him before, and the dishes he cooked were to his liking. He told me that I would not come back tomorrow, and I was lucky enough to save my life. "
This guy is considered lucky, as his skill as a chef helped him survive.
And Cheng Yiran didn't know why he was laughing. Gou Sihong had done something for the Japanese, so he was found by someone.
Meet today.
Gou Sihong thought of defrauding him of a few money, and then just talked about it.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Yiran didn't have much money with him. He didn't even have enough money to stay in a hotel. How could he have any money?
Gou Sihong immediately turned against Cheng Yiran, drove Cheng Yiran away, and threatened to report to the Japanese Military Police if he continued to pester him.
Cheng Yiran left helplessly.
Unexpectedly, he was caught by the Japanese military police as soon as he went out.
This is roughly what happened.
I asked again, but nothing came out.
"You are not allowed to leave Manila during this period."
Meng Shaoyuan said with a straight face: "Wait for my summons at any time and leave privately at your own risk!"
"Yes Yes!"
"get out!"
After sending Gou Sihong away, Cheng Yiran seemed to understand Meng Shaoyuan's thoughts: "Boss, are you going to meddle in other people's business? Don't forget, we ourselves are still in danger."
"I really didn't want to take care of it at first, but this matter is different." Meng Shaoyuan said thoughtfully: "If what Cheng Yiran is looking for is what I imagined, then I really have to help with this."
"What?" Li Zhifeng asked curiously.
"You don't understand, and you're not interested." Meng Shaoyuan exhaled: "Li Zhifeng, we people are here to make money. These golds were looted by the Japanese from all over Southeast Asia. We can take them with a clear conscience. .
But if there is a treasure that belongs to us Chinese people, it is useless for us to hold it, but at least we can find a way to get it back from those robbers! "
What exactly is it?
Li Zhifeng was confused.
"Mizushima Yukihei is easy to deal with. I wonder how the military police captain in Manila is like." Meng Shaoyuan smiled:
"Lao Li, let's have some head-on contact and see if we can find any opportunities!"
