In the next three days, the Shanghai Police Department conducted a comprehensive manhunt throughout Shanghai, but still failed to capture the three "terrorists" for whom the Japanese offered bounties.
Various newspapers, magazines, and radio stations in Shanghai also carried out numerous reports, characterizing the explosion at the Yamato Hotel as Communist Party elements sneaking into Shanghai to carry out terrorist activities.
Lu Ming couldn't help laughing after seeing the news. These three so-called "Communist Party members" were still hiding in his apartment, but he knew clearly that these three people were not Communist Party members, but the Provisional Government of the Republic of Korea.
The soldiers of the Shanghai Volunteer Corps had a sworn hatred against the Japanese.
Lu Ming has been living in the detective agency these days and has not been in contact with An Gonggen and the others. He does not want to get too involved with them.
An Gonggen and the others did whatever it took to achieve their goals, and even planted a bomb at the venue. This approach somewhat hurt Lu Ming's feelings.
Honjo Shige's failure to arrive on the scene in time reduced the intensity of the disaster.
Just imagine, if Honjo Shige arrived at the scene and the explosion plan was carried out smoothly, and other bombs detonated at the same time, he, Yan Xiaohui and Sheng Di would also become victims.
Strangely, newspapers and radio did not report extensively on Honjo Shigeru's arrival in Shanghai, probably because they were unable to interview him. They just said that he came to Shanghai to meet celebrities from all walks of life in order to strengthen and promote the friendship between Japan and China.
Lu Ming didn't know why Benzhuang Fan came to Shanghai from the far northeast, but he instinctively felt that this matter was not that simple, especially since the "hermit" Zheng Xiaoxu did not hesitate to show his face, and the content of the article behind it was quite rich.
Lu Ming felt that this might be a prelude to something big, just like the night before a storm, there would be an ominous tranquility.
It has been raining for the past three days, a steady drizzle.
The rain was not heavy, but it never stopped for three days from morning to night, and waves of bone-chilling chill permeated every place in the air.
Lu Ming was relatively resistant to freezing, but he couldn't bear it anymore, so he bought firewood and lit up the fireplace.
Looking at the crackling coals in the fireplace, he sat on a chair and read Hemingway's "A Farewell to Arms", the original English version.
Zhang Ziyang also participated in this large-scale manhunt after returning to the team. Of course he knew where the "wanted criminal" was, but he still led his men around hard, as if he was digging deep into the ground to find the "criminal"
of.
Mingzhu didn't come over these two days, and he didn't even call, which made him very uncomfortable. Although Mingzhu wasn't with him every day, even if he didn't come, he would still call and talk for a long time.
He wanted to call and ask, but he didn't call. Mingzhu was not the kind of person who could endure loneliness. Since she didn't call, something might be bothering her.
Near noon on the third day, An Gonggen called.
"Are you okay?" Lu Ming asked nervously.
"We're fine, and we have to thank Mr. Lu for his generosity. In addition, we may have to stay for a while. There are spies everywhere now, and we can't move for the time being." An Gonggen changed his name to "Mr. Lu", his tone was a bit stiff, but it was obvious
With apologies.
"You guys should live there honestly. Wanguo Apartment is still a very safe place. Don't show your face. The Japanese and the police are always watching. Don't relax." Lu Ming warned.
"Don't worry, Mr. Lu, we all understand. Also, what I want to tell you is that there seems to be a big conspiracy behind our visit to Shanghai this time."
"What a big conspiracy, have you got any news?" Lu Ming thought the same, and An Gonggen's reminder coincided with his thoughts.
"I don't know about this. Anyway, he's not here to enjoy the sights. He doesn't want to promote Sino-Japanese friendship. They themselves won't believe such nonsense. In addition, according to our internal information, his visit this time seems to be related to the Sheng family.
, specifically it’s related to the disappearance of the eldest lady of the Sheng family, it won’t be a good thing anyway.”
"It's related to Sheng Muyi's disappearance, how could it be?" Lu Ming didn't believe it.
Honjo Shige has always been in charge of the Northeast. No matter how long his hand is, he can't reach Shanghai, right?
"Didn't you see that the eldest young master of the Sheng family also went there? If it was not related to the Sheng family, why would young master Sheng attend such a gathering? Think about it for yourself. I know that you are investigating Sheng Muyi's disappearance case, so I remind you
Excuse me." An Gonggen said sincerely.
"Okay, thank you anyway, I will pay attention to this matter." Lu Ming hung up the phone and pondered various clues in his mind.
Lu Ming felt something was wrong when he saw Sheng Di that day. Sheng Youde had explicitly prohibited the Sheng family, including him, from interacting with the Japanese. Sheng Di's appearance at the welcome banquet made no sense.
Afterwards, Sheng Di went to attend a banquet at the Japanese Consulate, which was even more wrong. The so-called giving face to the Yan family was obviously difficult to justify. Did Sheng Youde change his mind or did Sheng Di make his own decision?
Sheng Muyi disappeared, the Japanese poisoned her, Benzhuang Shi, the Kwantung Army, the Sheng family, Sheng Di...
How could these unrelated people and things be related?
"Should we ask Eikichi Kenta to check on the situation?" he thought in his mind.
He picked up the phone and asked the operator to get through to the Japanese Consulate. Then he used a pure London accent to pretend to be Mr. Smith, the second secretary of the British Consulate General, and asked to speak to Mr. Kenta Eikichi.
After a while, Qiantian ran over to answer the phone, still wondering that he had no contact with anyone from the British Consulate General.
When he heard Lu Ming's voice, even though it still had a pure London accent, he still recognized it immediately.
Lu Ming didn't say anything on the phone. He estimated that all incoming and outgoing calls from the consulate would be recorded and archived, so he asked Qiantian to meet at a French restaurant in the British Concession.
The two made an appointment to meet an hour later. Lu Ming looked at the weather outside. It was still drizzling and the wind was still biting. He put on a plaid tweed jacket, held a red oil umbrella, and walked out.
to the detective agency.
Shanghai on rainy days has a special charm. The lingering feeling of the south and the neon lights that flash at noon on rainy days make people fascinated.
Lu Ming was lucky. As soon as he went out, he saw a taxi approaching. He hurriedly waved and the taxi stopped. After getting in the car, he gave the driver the address of the French restaurant in the British Concession.
In Shanghai, rickshaws are the most common and the prices are cheap. There are also some taxis with medium prices. Taxis are relatively rare and the prices are naturally high. However, Lu Ming doesn't care about this. If it hadn't been raining, he might have asked Mingzhu to pick him up.
Should I buy another car, even the cheapest Chevrolet? If I travel frequently, not having a car is really inconvenient.
Now Mingzhu has a car. Although Zhang Ziyang does not have a car, the police station's car is almost like a private car. He is the only one who does not have a car.
Within a moment, the car stopped at the entrance of the French restaurant in the British Concession. Lu Ming didn't see Qiantian after entering. It was estimated that he hadn't arrived yet, so he chose a table by the window, ordered a pot of coffee and waited.
Sipping coffee and looking out the window.
Not long after, Qian Tian came. After he sat down, he drank several cups of coffee and apologized: "I'm sorry, Lu Sang. As soon as I left the consulate, I was followed by several tailgaters, and I walked around three streets.
Shake them off."
Lu Ming smiled and pointed outside.
Qiantian looked out the window, and sure enough there was a car parked opposite, with two people sitting inside, staring at them.