After groping up and down for several minutes, Zhou Weiguo still couldn't find anything similar to a mechanism.
So, he frowned.
In this case, why not turn on the light and take a look.
Zhou Weiguo retreated to the door and turned on the light. There was no other sound in the room now. Even if the guards downstairs saw it, they wouldn't think there was anything unusual.
Turning on the light, Zhou Weiguo continued to look at the wall, and then saw a vase.
Pretty big.
It is placed very unexpectedly on a table.
Zhou Weiguo squinted his eyes, guessing that this vase was a trap.
Zhou Weiguo walked quietly to the vase and started to rotate it. Sure enough, the vase could not be lifted and could only be rotated.
After turning clockwise, the door of the darkroom, which is a wall, moved away as expected.
With the appearance of the darkroom, Zhou Weiguo had already posted it on the wall. He was still worried that the people inside would wake up. However, it seemed that they did not wake up.
Zhou Weiguo continued to touch in gently.
As for Yingzuo Zhenzhao, he was in a good mood when he came back from get off work. He drank some wine, so he fell asleep very early today. The darkroom door was opened, and Yingzuo Zhenzhao was unconscious.
Zhou Weiguo stood in front of Yingzuo Zhenzhao's bed, driving the sleeping Yingzuo Zhenzhao. He sighed inwardly, "If you want to blame it, blame it on you being Japanese." He covered Yingzuo Zhenzhao's mouth and nose with his left hand, and with his right hand, Yijun stabbed
Then it was inserted into Yingzuo Zhenzhao's chest.
In his sleep, Yingzuo Zhenzhao had no idea that his end had come, but the difficulty in breathing and the pain in his chest made him open his eyes.
It seemed that someone was standing beside his bed.
He wanted to shout, but because his mouth and nose were covered, he could only whine.
He tried to exert force with his limbs, but couldn't. He knew that he was doomed. He could feel that his body gradually no longer belonged to him, it was difficult to breathe, his eyelids were heavy, and his chest also hurt.
Who are you! He wanted to ask this, but he couldn't. He never thought that he would be assassinated while sleeping in a dark room!
Zhou Weiguo watched Yingzuo Zhenzhao's reaction coldly. Only when Yingzuo Zhenzhao stopped struggling did Zhou Weiguo let go.
He pulled out the military thorn, wiped the blood on Yingzuo Zhenzhao's quilt, and took it back.
After exiting the darkroom, Zhou Weiguo closed the door and sighed. I wonder if anyone knew that Yingzuo Zhenzhao was sleeping in the darkroom. If not, then Yingzuo Zhenzhao could only report him missing.
But, is it better to report him missing, or to let the Japanese nakedly see that Yingzuo Zhenzhao is dead?
Zhou Weiguo thought for a while and decided to leave the darkroom door open so that the Japanese would know that Yingzuo Zhenzhao was dead. Otherwise, it would not be a deterrent.
Then, Zhou Weiguo turned off the lights and closed the door. Only then did he see Yang Yang already waiting.
"Master's seat?" Yang Yang asked softly.
Zhou Weiguo nodded, "It's been resolved, withdraw."
"good."
So the two retreated along the same route.
…
September 24, Yingzuo Zhenzhao’s private residence.
"General? Are you up?" the housekeeper asked loudly. It was already past 8 o'clock. If it was normal, Yingzuo Zhenzhao would have been up long ago.
There was no echo in the room.
The butler could only say, "General, I'm sorry, I'm coming in."
Opening the door, the housekeeper saw the bulge on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief. He thought Yingzuo Zhenzhao was still sleeping, but when he looked up again, how could there be a dark room on the wall?
He walked quickly to the bed, and sure enough, the human figure on the bed was made out of pillows!
"Darkroom!" Entering the darkroom, the butler was shocked, "Your Excellency General! General!"
But Yingzuo Zhenzhao naturally wouldn't answer him.
The housekeeper burst into tears when he looked at the coagulated blood and the cold corpse. It had only been one night. How could he have died? Moreover, he had been assassinated.
…
Zhou Weiguo was in the hotel and woke up naturally. He looked at his watch and realized that Ying Zuo Zhenzhao should have been discovered at this time. Thinking of this, Zhou Weiguo was in a good mood. Well, I will eat an extra basket of soup dumplings in the morning.
After washing, Zhou Weiguo put on his clothes, a slim-fitting suit, and then put on his tie. The death of Ying Zuo Zhenzhao would inevitably cause a huge earthquake in Shanghai, causing everyone to panic.
But at this time, he needs to find other people's information.
What if the death of Yingzuo Zhenzhao is not enough?
Will the Japanese continue their plans?
Then we have to continue.
After walking out of the room, Zhou Weiguo looked around and found nothing unusual.
The hotel provides breakfast, but it's a little more Western-style. I looked at my clothes and realized that I have to have breakfast in the hotel.
I walked to the restaurant and sat down, got some porridge and milk, and said, "Waiter."
"Hello, sir, what service do you need?" The waiter bent down and said respectfully.
"Go out and buy me two baskets of soup dumplings." Zhou Weiguo took out 10 yen, "If you have more, I'll give you a tip."
"Okay, thank you sir." The waiter saw 10 yen, how much is a basket of soup dumplings? It was his tip, and he was very happy when he thought of this.
So, the waiter left.
Zhou Weiguo drank some porridge first and then ordered some side dishes.
Eat slowly and wait for the soup dumplings to arrive.
On the Japanese side, they have already exploded.
"Nani? Say it again!" Ken Inukai loudly questioned the soldiers who came to report. He simply couldn't believe that after Wang Jingwei, even Yingzuo Zhenzhao was assassinated!
"Hi! Your Excellency, the agency chief, was assassinated at home. He is already in pieces." The soldier continued. When they were on duty yesterday, they did not find anything unusual. As a result, in the morning, their agency chief was already in pieces.
He was stabbed in the heart, and his body was already cold.
"Ya Lu! Has the murderer been caught?" Inukai Ken continued to ask.
"Sorry, no." The soldier replied solemnly.
"Yalu, take the people and follow me to the residence of the agency chief!"
"Hi!"
…
So, when Inukai Ken and others rushed to Kage Sasaki's private house, it was already past 9 o'clock.
Everyone saw the body of Yingzuo Zhenzhao.
The death was extremely brutal, with a large pool of blood on his chest that dried and solidified.
"Didn't you hear anything unusual last night?" Inu Yangken asked Kage Sasaki's housekeeper.
"I'm sorry, it really doesn't happen." The butler frowned, "Besides, I don't even know that the General sleeps in a dark room."
Inu Yangjian's face was gloomy.
In the crowd, Chen Gongbo narrowed his eyes. Ying Zuozhenzhao died because of the information he spread. Was it the Communist Party? So fast?
Apparently, it was done by someone from the independent division.
Chen Gongbo came to a conclusion.
"Ya Lu! You actually went wild on the head of our Japanese Imperial Army! Ya Lu! Ya Lu!" Ken Inukai was furious. The last time he traced the cause of Wang Jingwei's death, he failed to catch it. After more than a year, he actually met him again. And.
This time, it was their agency chief.
At this time, another group of people came to Yingzuo Zhenzhao's private residence, and they were people from No. 76.
When Wangsman received the news, he was actually shocked, but he had to pretend to be fine.
