For two days, Li Wensheng was checking the road conditions, and he encountered patrolling Japanese and puppet troops interrogating him along the way.
If someone searched him as soon as he arrived, Li Wensheng would give him a slap in the face. If someone asked about his certificate of good citizenship, Li Wensheng would directly take out Fujiwara Yasuhiro's household registration certificate.
On February 4th, at ten o'clock in the morning, Li Wensheng, wearing a felt hat, a long gown, a beard on his mouth, and a sallow complexion, entered Fenghua Restaurant.
Ordinary people are afraid to go out now, and it is not meal time, so there is not a single customer in Fenghua Restaurant.
"gentlemen,,,"
The waiter who came up said before he finished speaking, Li Wensheng said, "On the second floor, by the window, eat, one person, two special dishes."
"Okay, sir, please come upstairs."
Under the guidance of the waiter, Li Wensheng went to the second floor and sat down by the window.
"Sir, please sit down for a moment and I will make arrangements for you."
"Um!"
After the waiter left, Li Wensheng observed the situation outside through the window.
After a while, the waiter brought the food one after another, and Li Wensheng began to eat in small bites.
At around eleven o'clock, three tables of guests came in one after another from the second floor, but they all came together.
When the warm sun hung high in the sky, Li Wensheng glanced at his watch. It was already half past eleven.
Suddenly, Li Wensheng's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately stood up and walked downstairs.
After paying the bill at the counter, he walked quickly towards the hotel.
When Li Wensheng returned to the hotel, changed his clothes, and checked out with his suitcase, a dozen plainclothes men and dozens of military police surrounded Fenghua Restaurant.
The leader of the plainclothes men, a hook-nosed man, glanced at the frightened guests, the shopkeeper, and the waiter, and then immediately rushed upstairs. After a glance, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
Immediately, the hook-nosed man walked downstairs and said to the military police, "Take them all away."
Everyone could not understand Japanese, but after seeing the hook-nosed man finish speaking, some military policemen came towards them, and some military policemen walked upstairs. They immediately understood that they were trying to arrest someone.
"Taijun, I am a good citizen. I have a good citizen certificate." "Taijun, I am from the Greater East Asia Economic and Chamber of Commerce. I am a good citizen!",,,,,,
Ignoring the panic shouts of these people, the military police lifted everyone up and walked out.
When the gendarme carried the shopkeeper to the door, the hook-nosed man waved to the gendarme to stop.
"Is there anyone here to eat alone?" the hook-nosed man asked the shopkeeper in fluent Chinese.
The shopkeeper was stunned and quickly replied, "Yes, I just left not long ago."
The hook-nosed man's eyes lit up, "What does it look like?"
"He has a long gown and a beard. He looks young, about thirty years old." The shopkeeper stretched out his hand and gestured, "About this height."
"Which direction did he go?" the hook-nosed man asked.
The shopkeeper quickly shook his head and said fearfully, "I was in the store and didn't see him go in that direction."
The aquiline man immediately turned to look at a plainclothes man, "Take someone to check the surroundings and find out as soon as possible which direction the man went."
The plainclothes man quickly walked out of the restaurant with several plainclothes men and a group of military police.
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"Damn it, something will happen as soon as we get here." Li Wensheng, wearing a suit and glasses, muttered to himself as he walked down the street.
Although it was normal for agents working behind enemy lines to get into trouble, Li Wensheng never expected that something would happen to him right away.
"The person who contacted us must have been arrested, and the Japanese should know that the new action team leader is here.
Next, I am afraid that people who come to Jinling during this period will be strictly investigated.
The passing of people leaves traces, and I’m afraid it won’t be long before I’m in the sight of the Japanese.
When the time comes, let the shopkeeper and waiter of the restaurant recognize each other, and they will definitely recognize me, so I have to run away immediately. "Li Wensheng was thinking in his mind.
As for the contact person who was not arrested but was just delayed, that is impossible.
For such an important thing as a joint, as long as the Japanese are not caught, they will come.
And they will arrive at the scene in advance to find out the situation. This is the most basic and important instinctive operation of an agent.
The people who contacted him resisted the torture of the Japanese and did not expose him, which was even more impossible. Not many people could withstand the torture.
However, the person in charge must have just been arrested, otherwise the Japanese would have set up controls at Fenghua Restaurant in advance.
As for the shopkeeper and waiter not being able to recognize him after putting on makeup, Li Wensheng didn't think so. He was wearing makeup, not disguise. And it's not been several days, how could he not recognize it.
After Li Wensheng thought about it in his mind, he walked directly towards the city gate.
Before reaching the city gate, Li Wensheng saw the Japanese at the city gate from a distance, carefully checking people coming in and out.
After Li Wensheng observed it from a distance, he immediately turned around and walked back.
Although when he came in a few days ago, the Japanese at the city gate were also conducting a rigorous investigation.
But this time during a strict investigation, the Japanese actually asked someone to take off the hat. This was wrong.
In the past, the strict inspection was mainly about checking luggage, but this time it was mainly about checking people, which showed that the Japanese already knew his appearance and characteristics from the shopkeeper and waiter.
After Li Wensheng walked through a street, he turned and entered a small alley.
After walking for a while, suddenly, "Stop!"
The broken Chinese spoken from behind made Li Wensheng stop. He turned around and saw two plainclothes men leading several military policemen walking towards him.
After seeing it clearly, Li Wensheng and a plainclothes woman among the group were stunned for a moment.
"Fujiwara-kun, what a coincidence." After walking over, the plainclothes woman smiled.
"Miss Naoko, it's quite a coincidence. Have you come to China to work?" Li Wensheng said with a smile.
When I was in Yamanashi Prefecture, Naoko Koyanagi, a friend of Kyoko Yonezawa, nodded and said with a smile, "Yes, I came to Jinling to take up a post three days ago.
Fujiwara-kun, when did you come to Aurous Hill? "
"I came two days ago."
Naoko Koyanagi, who was trained in a special high school, looked at the suitcase in Li Wensheng's hand and suddenly became wary.
"Fujiwara-kun, you've been here for two days and you haven't found a place yet?" Naoko Koyanagi said with a smile.
Li Wensheng immediately became more vigilant. He didn't expect Naoko Koyanagi to be so perceptive and actually find something strange in his casual words.
"I had a place to live before, but the environment in my previous place was too bad, so I wanted to change."
“I see, the environment of this hotel run by Chinese people is very poor.
Fujiwara-kun, I know a hotel. It is a hotel run by our compatriots, and all the people living there are our compatriots. Why don't I take you there? "
Looking at the smiling Naoko Xiaoyanagi, Li Wensheng sighed slightly in his heart and said with a smile, "Miss Naoko, I'm sorry to trouble you!"
"No,,,"
As soon as she said a word, Naoko Koyanagi's expression suddenly changed, and then, a gunshot sounded like typing.
The gunfire lasted for more than ten seconds before it stopped, and when it stopped, Naoko Koyanagi and others were already lying in a pool of blood.
Li Wensheng glanced at the corpse on the ground, then put the Thompson submachine gun, commonly known as the Chicago typewriter, back into the system storage space, then leaned over to pick up the suitcase, turned around and left quickly.
