"By chance?" Geng Chaozhong leaned forward, looking at Sato intently as if discussing a problem with an old friend.
"You opened a social organization called 'Yirle Salon' in Peking in March this year, right?" Sato smiled.
"Yes," Geng Chaozhong nodded, "Someone recognized me in Japan?"
Geng Chaozhong somewhat understood what the problem was - "Yirle Salon" was an environment where he needed to be exposed. Although he tried to avoid this situation, there were many people who had seen him in "Yirle Salon"
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"Well, before Kawasaki died, you were taken to the Peking Special High School Station. Many military policemen saw you there. I'm afraid you didn't expect that someone there would return to Japan and happen to see you again in Japan."
Sato looked at Geng Chaozhong with sympathetic eyes.
"Alas," Geng Chaozhong shook his head, "I used to think that China is very big and Japan is also very big. It would be a very small chance to meet again among the hundreds of millions of people. I didn't expect that such a chance thing would happen.
It still happened.”
"The world is both big and small," Sato sighed like an old friend. "Actually, even if someone sees you in Japan, they won't take it seriously. Think about it, you have many reasons to come to Japan, right?
?"
"Yes, as a businessman, it is normal for me to come to Japan. No one will doubt my identity." Geng Chaozhong sighed.
"The problem is, this person saw you again at the Mitsui Iron Works," Sato said with a tangled look on his face. "Sometimes, I also regret it. It would have been better if that person had not seen you. In that way, you
You are still my best downline, and I am still your most respected boss. Depending on your talent, maybe we can continue like this and not even know your identity until you die."
"It sounds like a marriage." Geng Chaozhong smiled.
"Haha, Date-kun, I really like the feeling of chatting with you. If you were not Chinese, I think we would become very good friends." Sato's expression was a bit complicated.
"Who is that person?" Geng Chaozhong smiled.
"My name is Nakamura Kitanowang. I'm afraid you won't remember such a small person." Sato gently picked up the tea and took a sip. "He was a military police captain in the Peking Special High School. On the day Kawasaki died, he was the leader.
Someone escorted you to the location of the Super High School."
"Oh, I have a bit of an impression." Geng Chaozhong recalled the scene that day. At that time, there was a leading military police captain following him. His appearance was very ordinary, and he didn't pay much attention to it at the time.
"After Kawasaki and his adjutant Baime died, the Kanto Agency was furious and handed the case to me. I asked Xiangzi to investigate for a while, but there were no clues. Doihara-san was so angry that he transferred all the military police from the Peking Special High School Division.
Back in Manchuria, Kitano Nakamura, who was the only remaining captain of the Peiping Special High School at that time, was also dismissed from his post and sent back to the country." Sato explained the whole story in detail.
"Later, when Jingshi Town was organizing a spy training center, you thought of him." Geng Chaozhong added.
"Yes, he was also one of the instructors at the Special Agent Training Center. When you came that day, he recognized you at a glance." Sato said.
"Thank you Sato-san for clarifying my doubts," Geng Chaozhong stood up and bowed to Sato, "I originally thought that my plan was perfect enough, but now I discovered that manpower is sometimes poor, and people can calculate the plan itself, but not
There is no way to calculate the waves that the plan will stir up, but this slowly spreading wave will stir up huge waves at some point."
"Actually, there's one thing I can't figure out. Why did you want to kill Kawasaki? When the enemy and we are fighting, sometimes it's not necessarily that important to kill the other party's commander." Sato showed some confusion on his face.
"Sato-san, please have some tea." Geng Chaozhong poured Sato a cup of tea and avoided the question.
Of course he couldn't tell Sato that killing Kawasaki was an order from our party - in a sense, it was Li Qingshan's order that put him in this dangerous situation.
"Haha," Sato looked at Geng Chaozhong with a half-smile, "Now that things have happened, why do you still need to hide it from me?"
"Kawasaki killed my wife's father." Geng Chaozhong paused and said.
"This doesn't seem like what a spy should do." Sato said with a look of surprise on his face.
"People are not always right. Besides, I am too confident." Geng Chaozhong looked regretful.
"Forget it, there's no point in pursuing this," Sato picked up the tea and drank it all in one gulp, "Date-kun, these days, you should pray hard and pray that Watanabe can escape from Japan. If Watanabe is caught by me,
The story between you and me is over."
"You can't catch him, he is my student." Geng Chaozhong replied confidently.
"You just said that people are not always right." Sato smiled.
"Then leave this matter to fate!" Geng Chaozhong stood up, shook the tea powder on his body, turned and left.
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"Man's destiny depends not only on his own struggle, but also on the process of history."
Geng Chaozhong recited these words silently in his heart and walked out of Sato's office.
If it weren't for the rampant activities of the Soviets in Tokyo, the police town would not have thought of setting up a "special agent training center", and then he would not have been sent to Japan, let alone discovered.
Similarly, if he had not killed Kawasaki, even if he was sent to Japan, there would be no risk of exposure.
The process of history and one's own "struggle" were cleverly coupled to one point, causing one's own exposure. This is one of the reasons why many seniors look up to the sky and sigh.
Now I am trapped in an intractable dead situation. I am not naive enough to think that Sato will let me go so easily. But in the end, I have found a glimmer of hope in the desperate situation, and this ghastly Mitsui Steel Co., Ltd.
The factory has become a mountain of five fingers weighing on oneself.
Can I break out of this prison like Sun Xingzhe?
"Instructor Guiwu," a voice came from beside him, interrupting Geng Chaozhong's thoughts, "Are you going to have lunch?"
Geng Chaozhong looked up at the timid face in front of him and smiled.
"Haruhi, you finally dare to talk to me." Geng Chaozhong looked at the woman in front of him affectionately. Months of military training had gradually transformed this beautiful girl into a powerful soldier, "No
When I'm alone, you can still call me Mr. Zhou."
"Mr. Zhou," the tension on Haruhi's face gradually faded, "I have something to ask you."
"Oh?" Geng Chaozhong looked around. It was dinner time, and the students were already walking towards the restaurant one after another.
"Okay, let's talk while eating, just like we did at Tokyo Normal School." Geng Chaozhong pointed to the restaurant next to him.
