Geng Chaozhong was lying in his dormitory, chewing a piece of sugar cube that came from beside Xiangzi's coffee.
It has been almost a month since Sato was put under "house arrest", and Geng Chaozhong still hasn't thought of any good ideas. In addition to completing the only class "Introduction to China Intelligence" every day, he just reads in the dormitory in a daze.
Xiangzi would come over occasionally, but more often, it was the former Peiping military police captain named Nakamura Kitanowang. Now, he is here again.
"Date-kun, what are you doing?" Nakamura Kitano came in without warning as usual, without even knocking on the door, and just walked in on his own.
"Nakamura-kun, do you know why you can only be a military police captain?" Geng Chaozhong glanced at him with disgust, "Because you don't even understand the most basic etiquette."
"Haha, Date-kun, you are right," Nakamura didn't take it seriously at all. His contempt and ridicule for Geng Chaozhong was like a breeze blowing on his face. As if he didn't realize it, he pointed at the book in Geng Chaozhong's hand and smiled.
Said: "Far Eastern Information Science? It seems to be a work by the Soviets. We got a lot of good stuff in Moscow!"
Geng Chaozhong didn't bother to pay attention to him at all. He clasped the book on his face and only occasionally glanced at Nakamura's movements through the gaps in the paper.
Nakamura, this idiot, does not know his true identity - Geng Chaozhong had already judged this from the first day Nakamura came into contact with him. Obviously, what Sato told him was that he was performing a mission in Peking.
It was a secret mission, and Nakamura firmly believed this statement.
But this did not prevent Geng Chaozhong from hating him.
Counting the time, Yun Wei should have returned to Nanjing and met Virgo. But he didn't know what Virgo thought of his exposure, or whether he would find a way to rescue him - although Geng Chaozhong had no idea about this.
has hope.
Boom, boom, boom!
There was a knock on the door, and Xiangzi walked in. Without even looking at Nakamura who was sitting beside him, he said directly to Geng Chaozhong: "The principal asked you to come over."
Geng Chaozhong jumped up.
Meeting Sato is much more interesting than staying with Nakamura. At least, talking to Sato is much more exciting.
Arriving at the first floor, he knocked on the door of Sato's office. Geng Chaozhong opened the door and walked in without waiting for any sound to come from the room. Sato was lowering his head to write a document when he heard the noise, glanced at Geng Chaozhong, and said
:
"Date-kun, your buckle is not fastened properly."
"Oh," Geng Chaozhong casually tied a few buttons on his chest, "Dear Sato-san, what do you want from me today?"
Ever since the showdown with Sato, he no longer cares about his image, words and deeds as before - he doesn't know how long he can live, so why do he care about that?
"Date-kun, please don't do such rude things. We Japanese take death very seriously." Sato looked at Geng Chaozhong with helpless eyes.
"Well," Geng Chaozhong nodded pretending to be serious, "Sato-san, last time I talked about my rescue of Miss Xiangzi in Nanjing, do you want to continue listening?"
This month, Sato often called Geng Chaozhong to the office to ask about some past events, while Geng Chaozhong selectively talked about irrelevant topics. The two seemed to have established a loyal storyteller-listener relationship.
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"Forget it for today," Sato said with a bitter smile, "Hua Xiong Guidi just asked me about you, Date-kun, did you really write that letter to him?"
"Of course," Geng Chaozhong nodded solemnly, with some confusion on his face, "Did something happen to that letter and it was delivered in advance before I died?"
"Date-kun, I have no intention of joking with you," Sato's face became serious, "I asked you to come here today because I want to tell you good news. I have seriously considered your previous suggestions and am willing to work with you.
Reach some cooperation."
"A wise choice," Geng Chaozhong's tone trembled slightly, "Sato Sato-san, you finally figured it out."
"Yes," Sato looked at Geng Chaozhong "sincerely", "Since Watanabe has escaped, even if I kill you, it will be difficult to restrain Watanabe's behavior, so cooperation has become the only option."
"But," Sato continued to emphasize, "how can I be sure that you will not use this matter to threaten me after you leave? This is very important to me. Surviving under the threat of others is unacceptable to the samurai of the Japanese Empire.
It's a shame, if that's the case, I'd rather accept the empire's sanctions."
"Sato-san," the sudden surprise made Geng Chaozhong's voice slightly excited, "I know that my promise means nothing, and I have been thinking about how to make you accept my sincerity. Fortunately, these days I think
OK, I can write a letter of guarantee for you, what do you think?"
"Guarantee?" Sato sneered, "Do you think this kind of thing is useful?"
"Of course it works," Geng Chaozhong's expression was serious, "I will admit in the letter of guarantee that I killed Major General Makarov of the Soviet Union. As you know, the Nanjing government is currently signing a Sino-Soviet non-aggression agreement with the Soviet side.
treaty, and if the Soviet side knows that I am the murderer of Major General Makarov, it will definitely urge Nanjing to hand me over. This can be regarded as a life-threatening guarantee, right?"
This is the trump card that Geng Chaozhong has already thought of, and he feels he is 20 to 30 percent sure of it, but the specific outcome depends on Sato's choice.
Sato touched his chin and thought about Geng Chaozhong's guarantee. After a moment, he shook his head and said: "No, it's not enough. What if you didn't return to Nanjing after you returned to China? Where would Nanjing find you at that time?
Where can I find you?"
After saying this, a glimmer of light appeared in Sato's squinted eyes: "To be honest, Mr. Geng, I have never been able to determine your true identity. I even doubt that you are not from Nanjing."
"Oh, where am I from?" Geng Chaozhong smiled.
"I'm not sure," Sato shook his head. "Obviously, you killed Makarov to prove that you are not a Soviet or even a Red Party member, but I still feel that there is something wrong with your identity. You may be from China."
Warlord? Or, someone from Vice President Wang’s side in Wuhan? "
"Sato-san, your imagination is too rich, but I still suggest that you don't think too much. It has nothing to do with the current affairs." Geng Chaozhong was also speechless about Sato's imagination, but it seemed that it was his own deception that saved him.
This caused Sato to fall into such a state of self-doubt. After a pause, Geng Chaozhong said again: "Sato-san, if you feel that my confession to Makarov is not enough, I really can't think of anything else.
I have made you trust me, how about you come up with something that I can do to satisfy you?"
"It's very simple," Sato finally said, "You personally lead people to kill all the contacts and contact points of the Secret Service in Tokyo, and then tell me about some secret bases set up by the Secret Service in China, which proves your complete betrayal.
Secret Service, only in this way can I truly trust you."