On August 1, 1937, sporadic exchanges of fire could still be heard from time to time in and outside Jinmen City.

When Wei Ran, wearing a newsboy cap and Chinese tunic suit, drove out of the British Concession in the Japanese sedan sent by Someya, he also saw the ruins still smoking on the roadside, as well as the ruins covered with flies.

Bodies disposed of by people, and even refugees displaced by the war.

Compared with these tragic scenes, he also saw the Japanese and traitors who were posting Japanese-favoring posters and slogans on the streets. He also saw the traitors who were waiting for the Japanese to tear off the slogans and ball them up before stepping on them as soon as they left.

Two-legged people and even gangsters.

“Review it one last time”

Weiran slowed down the car slightly, "Why did I drive the Osaka Asahi Shimbun car to see you off?"

"The night before yesterday, a couple of men and women came over and drove away my aunt's car and stopped the car they were driving."

Tao Canhua, who was sitting in the back row, immediately said, "I don't know who those two are, and no one is willing to explain to me, but Cao Duba pushed the car into the yard. He didn't even eat anything that night, so he surrounded the car.

The car is messing around."

"Is your aunt back?" Wei Ran continued to light a cigarette and asked.

"No"

Tao Canhua rubbed his thighs, then shivered again, "I'm not back."

"Didn't Wei Ran go find your aunt?" Wei Ran took a puff of cigarette and asked in a cold tone.

"No"

Tao Canhua shook his head, "He didn't want to go, and he didn't allow anyone else to go. He also kept control of the car keys. He always thought that if something unexpected happened, he could drive out of Tianjin immediately."

"Hit you?"

"No, no!" Tao Canhua immediately subconsciously covered the outside of his thigh and shook his head.

"Really?" Wei Ran asked again.

"Yes...he, he beat me with a feather duster!"

After Tao Canhua finished speaking, he grinned and replied with a silly smile, "But I also hit him hard on the head with an ashtray."

"Does it hurt?" Wei Ran asked in a gentle tone.

"It doesn't hurt." Tao Canhua shook his head again, then showed a silly smile, "Actually, it hurts a little."

"We have to do a full play," Wei Ran said apologetically, "I've made you suffer."

"It's okay, it's really okay." Tao Canhua quickly waved his hand.

His thighs near his buttocks were indeed slapped twice with a feather duster, but the person who did it was not Wei Ran but his aunt Jasmine.

The reason is simply that the Japanese servant came yesterday to warn Wei Ran not to defraud Tao Canhua again.

In order to create an image for Wei Ran as a soft-boiled man who bullies the weak and fears the strong, and also to create an increasingly irresolvable conflict between Wei Ran and Tao Canhua.

Yesterday, Tao Canhua could only bite the towel and endure the pain, and let Jasmine slap him twice, causing two bruises that could be twenty or thirty centimeters long.

"I know you hate the Japanese, and I hate the Japanese too."

Wei Ran turned to look at Tao Canhua and said in a more serious tone, "No matter how much hate you have in your heart, you have to suppress those emotions when you play music. If Zhitian notices, all of us will be in trouble.

"

"I know, don't worry."

Tao Canhua clenched his fists and responded. His eyes also subconsciously looked at the suffering people of Jinmen outside the car window, and asked with some confusion, "Can I really help them if I do this?"

"Most definitely"

Wei Ran replied in a positive tone, "You don't need to be too proactive, and you don't need to do anything to try to gain Ueda's favor and trust. What you need to do is be inconspicuous."

Having said this, Wei Ran raised his chin and said, "Look at the roof of the rice store on the left."

"I saw it, what's wrong?" Tao Canhua asked blankly, holding the car window open.

"Did you see those pigeons landing on it?" Wei Ran further pointed out the target, and then slightly reduced the speed again.

"I saw it, there are quite a few." Although Tao Canhua didn't know why Wei Ran wanted him to see those pigeons, he took the initiative to count the number of pigeons. "There are more than twenty, and there seem to be two wearing

Where’s the pigeon whistle?”

"Then have you noticed the sparrows standing on the eaves?" When Wei Ran asked a new question, he also slightly increased the speed of the car.

"Is there...is there any?"

Tao Canhua knelt on the back seat and looked through the rear window of the car, trying to find the sparrows Wei Ran mentioned. However, as the car drove further and further away, not to mention the sparrows, even the pigeons could not be seen.

So clear.

“Maybe there is”

Wei Ran said ambiguously, "What you have to do is to be a sparrow on the eaves tiles. What they can see is a lot more than those pigeons can see, and they can steal a lot more rice and wheat from the rice store.

But everyone’s attention is focused on the pigeons wearing whistles, who would notice the sparrows, which are the same color as the tiles?”

"I...I understand." Tao Canhua took a deep breath and responded seriously, obviously realizing something from Wei Ran's metaphor just now.

"Don't rush to prove yourself," Wei Ran continued, "Just play your role well."

"Yes!" Tao Canhua nodded vigorously.

When the topic reached this point, Wei Ran also drove the car to the entrance of the opium den next to the edge of the Japanese Concession, and stopped under the shade of a crabapple tree.

"Go down"

Wei Ran glanced at the balcony window on the second floor of the small building, took off his hat to reveal the small piece of gauze wrapped on his head, unhurriedly lit a Qianmen cigarette again, and lowered the window completely.

I came down and looked aimlessly at the situation in the Japanese Concession in the distance.

It can be seen that in the previous three days of fighting, the Japanese Concession suffered considerable damage, and just across the road, several opium dens were burned down, leaving only a few walls.

But even so, the nearby smoke shops, and even the opium shop run by Xiao Su's mother and her lover Furukawa, have now resumed business, and from time to time, people can't wait to go in, or leave reluctantly.

In addition, at the intersection only a few dozen meters away, there was a stinking corpse that was already covered with flies tied to the street tree.

The skinny and short corpse had its internal organs flowing all over the floor. In such weather, the body had become black and swollen. But even so, Wei Ran could still recognize it at a glance. It was the body that had been sold at the entrance of Quanyechang.

The guy who smoked...

Is he the one Chen Gouyu wanted to save originally, the companion known as Lao Saner Ge?

Maybe...

Wei Ran looked at the corpse in the distance apologetically. He knew very well that no matter whether it was the third brother Chen Gouyu didn't save, he could only watch like this instead of collecting the corpse of that brave child.

.Even if someone comes over, he will make a gesture of disgust.

He secretly pinched the splint hidden in his sleeve at the fracture site, and the dull pain calmed him down little by little.

Almost when the cigarette held between his fingertips was about to burn down to the holder, the guy in overalls who had had a "peach pornographic information transaction" with him at the entrance of Sanjiang's theater also rode a bicycle from directly in front.

I came to the intersection and looked around, obviously looking for the milk-white car of the famous prostitute Meixiang.

"Hey! Who are you looking for for your special code?"

While Wei Ran was cursing and greeting the other person through the car window, he did not forget to pick up the newsboy hat he had just taken off deliberately and put it on his head to cover the wound that was "hit by his cousin with an ashtray."

"Ouch! This master! I'm not just looking for you..."

The overalls showed an expression of surprise immediately after seeing Wei Ran, but then asked in confusion, "Why did you get into the Asahi Shimbun's car? I remember that this car doesn't belong to Mr. Sometani?"

"Want to know?" Wei Ran smiled and stretched out his hand, "The sincere benefit is one hundred and fifty yuan, thank you."

"No, you can't do this." The overalls bowed with a sad face, "Master, you can't come up here..."

"Don't do that, I have no friendship with you."

Wei Ran pinched the butt of the cigarette that was about to burn out from the cigarette holder in his mouth with his left hand, slowly put another cigarette in his mouth and said, "A question costs a hundred and fifty dollars. If you want to ask it, ask it quickly. If you don't guarantee it, it will take two days."

The price has just gone up.”

"And... you also got the price increase?" The overalls looked at Wei Ran with wide eyes.

"This is not nonsense"

Wei Ran lit up his cigarette again, took a puff, and waved his hand impatiently, "I'm in a bad mood today. If you want to ask, just ask immediately. If you don't want to ask, just get out."

"Yes, ask, I'll ask."

The overalls had no temper at all for Wei Ran's unlucky behavior. After looking around, he opened his purse and handed it to Wei Ran, "Two questions. The first question is the question just now.

What's going on with this car?

Let me say it first, you can't fool me like last time. If you still can't explain clearly like this, I won't come to you next time."

Hearing this, a trace of panic immediately appeared on Wei Ran's face, and then he arbitrarily grabbed the small bag in the opponent's hand and weighed it. This time, he did not open it for inspection. Instead, he pretended to be heroic and said, "

You seem to be quite honest. This place is full of people and smelly, so I won’t waste time counting them. But I can warn you, if you are missing a big one, next time you just have to let..."

"You killed me with one shot," the overalls said with a smile, "please tell me, what's going on with this car?"

"The day before yesterday when it was dark, that Japanese reporter named Someya came to our door."

Wei Ran pretended to be mysterious and lowered his voice, and said with a proud face, "He seemed to be in a hurry to interview someone, and then his car broke down, so he came to us to borrow the car temporarily. There is a mute in our study apartment, you know
To be continued...