The temperature in the mountain city is gradually rising, and the sun is already a bit scorching at noon.
In another ten days, you may be able to feel the heat of the mountain city.
Occasionally, a wisp of breeze blows through the corridor, and the coolness on the face stirs the treetops to rustle.
Come to the interrogation department to see Mei Mu Zhizi.
When we met again, she had changed her clothes, washed and dressed up, but she looked like the young student she had when they first met.
Seeing Song Shutang coming over, Mei Mu Zhizi folded her hands on her abdomen, sat upright slightly and raised her chin slightly, revealing a gleam of whiteness.
"I'm leaving." Mei Mu said softly.
"You shouldn't have come."
"I heard that I will be imprisoned at the foot of Gele Mountain. It's not that far away. Will you come and see me?"
Faced with this problem, Song Shutang didn't want to continue acting, but life is like acting, and this is especially true for intelligence workers.
Looking at his expectant eyes, Song Shutang changed the subject and said, "If there is a chance."
Nowadays, this scene actually doesn’t cost much.
There is no way of knowing whether it will be useful in the future.
But I still have to act.
It's all just idle chess.
"I'll wait for you." Mei Mu said excitedly.
"Don't wait, I don't go often."
"But besides waiting, what else can I do?" His tone was slightly sad.
Life is alive.
But lost his freedom.
Maybe Takeuchi Ichiro's choice is the right one.
Foreseeing her own destiny in the future, Mei Mu's childishness is infinitely sentimental.
"Live first."
"Alive!"
"I will arrange for people to send you some daily necessities, as well as food and drink from time to time."
"Thanks."
"take care."
"My name is Umegure Koko. I live in Yamanashi Prefecture. I can see Mount Fuji every day. The scenery is very beautiful. When I was a child, my mother liked to take me to play in the fields, and my father liked to take me down the river and climb mountains. But I always yearned for it.
Kyoto is not far away. If I had the opportunity to go to Kyoto, I would choose to go there without hesitation. Who knew that I would not be able to set foot on my hometown for many years.
The scene of fragrant fruit trees and colorful flowers only exists in my childhood memories. Maybe my parents have forgotten me. It has been more than ten years since I was a child, and time really flies like water."
Mei Mu said something childishly.
Song Shutang just listened quietly.
Finally, Umegu's child smiled and said: "My father's name is Umegu Kaito, and my mother's name is Terakado Erika. If I die that day, please give me back to them."
"I try my best."
"Thank you very much." Mei Mu Zhizi stood up and bowed to Song Shutang.
The ninety-degree bow made Mei Mu's child unable to straighten up.
There was no sympathy in Song Shutang's eyes.
If he can't sympathize with his own compatriots, how can he feel sympathy for his enemies?
After a few breaths, Mei Mu straightened up and said to Song Shutang outside the fence: "I know you lied to me."
"But it's not important anymore, is it?" She said this again before Song Shutang spoke.
"Feel sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry. Just like you said, all you can get in exchange for falsehood is false feelings, and I have tasted the bitter consequences." Mei Mu Zhizi knew that from beginning to end, the only one who had lost an inch was herself.
Song Shutang, who was unprofessional in her eyes, had already established himself in an invincible position, sitting back and watching the changes in her heart.
How she learned about this matter was considered irrelevant by Song Shutang.
It doesn't hurt to be known now.
Everyone is a rational person. When the dust has settled and the winner has been decided, it is meaningless to talk about anything else.
But when Mei Mu Zhizi looked at the person in front of her, she felt that a large part of the reason for her defeat was that she misjudged Song Shutang's feelings for her.
It’s ridiculous!
"How is the 'Tiger Bee' now?" Mei Muzhizi asked.
"Has been executed."
"It's hard to imagine that someone like him would end up like this."
"The invaders will not end well."
Mei Mu pursed her lips and said nothing.
Before Song Shutang left, he said: "I accept the detention with peace of mind. I promised you food, drink and daily necessities. I will not break my promise."
"Goodbye." Mei Mu Zhizi bowed to say goodbye.
After returning from the interrogation department, Long Hao naturally joined him again.
"You are like a dog-skin plaster." Song Shutang couldn't help laughing and scolding.
"Everyone says that about me."
"You are in a good mood."
"Tell me, Mei Mu, why are you looking for me?"
"She already knows the truth."
"Then I won't risk my life or death in front of you, and I'll eat you alive, you liar."
"She is wiser than you."
"Calm on the outside but turbulent on the inside."
"In the future, I will say hello to the concentration camp every once in a while and give her some food and drink expenses."
"Are you serious?" Long Hao was slightly surprised.
"Whatever you want to play, keep in touch first, who knows if it will be useful in the future."
"Takeuchi Ichiro plans to prepare for a rainy day. What kind of plan do you have? You can see more than a hundred steps at a time?"
"Stop talking nonsense." Song Shutang's plan is nothing more than a casual chess move.
You don’t have to pay much, and it doesn’t matter whether you get anything in return.
…
…
Today, the atmosphere in Chongguang Hall, a garden house near Hongkou Park in Shanghai, was tense.
An urn was delivered here early in the morning.
There is a letter inside.
The expressions on the faces of those who read the letter changed with surprise. It was passed up through the layers, and finally, together with the urn and the letter, it was placed on the desk of the person in charge, Kenji Doihara.
The six-legged team has achieved remarkable results.
The layout of the mountain city has begun to take shape.
The "New Mansion" plan was implemented smoothly. Two officials arrived in Shanghai a few days ago and made public remarks that will be published in newspapers and announced to all parties.
Now the news is sudden.
The six-legged group was completely wiped out, and no one was spared.
The list of the 'New Mansion' project was leaked and declared a complete failure.
The identities of those who had previously instigated the rebellion were exposed and all were captured.
All of a sudden, everything is empty!
What was sent back was only the ashes of the leader of the six-legged team, Tiger Bee.
This matter has been spread to everyone in "Chongguang Hall".
There was a lot of discussion and disbelief.
Doihara Kenji's expression turned even gloomier.
The dark clouds approaching from the west are not as ugly as his face at this moment.
Return to your hometown?
Buried under abundant flowers and wisteria?
You still have such delusions after such a loss!
"Take the things to the riverside and throw ashes on the river. I want to go back to my hometown and see if Jiang Feng will give him this opportunity."
"Yes, Lieutenant General."
Takeuchi Ichiro is a traitor to the empire and must be severely punished.
How could his last wish be fulfilled.
This move was also visible to everyone in the agency.
"If Shancheng knows about the 'New Mansion', they will not let it go. Please inform the people below to be careful during these days."
"My subordinate understands."
"The defeat of the Six-legged Group is a great shame and humiliation. We will send additional personnel to take charge of the mountain city work and have a good fight with the Military Command Bureau."
"Please rest assured, Lieutenant General."
Kenji Doihara was in a bad mood today and left early to rest.
The Special Committee on China is paying attention to this matter.
When the urn was taken out and was about to be taken to the riverside to raise the ashes, a man in his late thirties suddenly rushed out, staring at the ashes with red eyes, and there were still tears in his eyes.
"Is this true?" asked the man who was trying to suppress the tears in his eyes.
"real."
"Is Takeuchi-kun really dead?"
"Please express your condolences, Mr. Kuno."
"Give me the ashes."
"The lieutenant general ordered the seeds to be scattered in the river."
"What?" Kunoki Takashi was in disbelief.
"The lieutenant general gave the order himself."
"I'm going to see the Lieutenant General."
"The Lieutenant General is angry now. Don't ask for trouble, Mr. Kuno. You know the Lieutenant General's temper very well, and you can't change this result."
"Yes!" Looking at Ichiro Takeuchi's ashes, Kunoki Takashi's teeth almost broke.
But no one can disobey Doihara Kenji's orders.
"Let me send Takeuchi-kun on his last journey." Kunoki Takashi said with tears.
Holding the box in front of their chests, the two of them came to the bank of the Huangpu River.
Kunoki Takashi grabbed the ashes with his hands and was reluctant to let go, but fine powder still flowed out from his fingertips. Finally, he simply raised it high and looked up at Takeuchi Ichiro who was flying in the sky.
Tears finally burst out of Kunoki Takashi's eyes.
After scattering the ashes, Kunoki Takashi asked the people on the side: "Who is the murderer?"
"Shancheng Military Command Bureau."
"Where is the specific person?"
"Information Section."
No matter how specific it is, I don’t know much about it.
"The Six-legged Group has been uprooted. I'm afraid we need to send more manpower to the mountain city. I applied to go there." Kunoki Takashi said.
"I'm afraid your condition is..."
"I'm in good condition, aren't I?" Kunoki Takashi said, looking at the person in front of him.
He has returned to normal. Only one person will see his behavior today, and no one will know if he doesn't tell him.
The person being stared at by Kuno Mutaka hesitated for a moment, turned around and left without saying a word.
Kunoki Takashi took a deep look at the river and followed closely.
There is a follow-up plot idea for Meimu Zhizi's line, but I am still considering whether to write it specifically, so I will lay out a foreshadowing first, which may or may not be enabled. I will look at this plot later and the hero can think of a more complete one. If possible,
The words will be written.
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