At Sorge's residence in Chiyoda District, Sorge was still writing furiously at his desk as usual, while Zhu Muyun next to him was boredly flipping through some German books on the table.
Compared with Sorge, a doctor of political science from the University of Hamburg in Germany, Zhu Muyun's academic level is that he can only understand the words of the books on his desk, but when they are put together, he has no idea what's going on.
The phone on the desk rang. Sorge quickly picked up the phone with one hand, and kept writing with the other hand - obviously, he didn't want to be delayed by any trivial matters, but unlike usual, this time he answered the phone.
After talking on the phone, Ma Shan put down the pen in his hand.
"Went to Shinjuku area? Are you sure he understood your hint?" Sorge asked seriously.
"Yeah, I understand," after a moment, Sorge put down the phone in his hand, looked at the slightly curious Zhu Muyun and said, "Geng, we found him, but he seems to be in danger now."
"What do you mean?!" Zhu Muyun jumped over, his broad body not hindering his agile skills at all.
"I said, we have found Geng, but he seems to be under control." Sorge replied.
"Extra-high school courses?" Zhu Muyun's brows knitted together.
"I don't know the specific situation." Sorge took off his pajamas and put on his formal clothes. "I'm going to make a trip to see if I can find him. You wait here for my news."
"I'll go with you." Zhu Muyun also stood up.
"No, no, no, you can't go," Sorge pressed Zhu Muyun's shoulder, "You and Yuzhen stay here. I'll borrow the German Embassy's car to go. Don't worry, I will find him."
After saying that, Sorge seemed to remember something again. He quickly picked up the phone and dialed a number. Soon after, a voice came from the phone. A charming smile appeared on Sorge's face and he said:
"Mr. Eugene Ott, a friend of mine was robbed and I need your help."
"Oh, Tokyo is a legal society, how could something like this happen," a voice with a strong German accent came from the microphone, "Just tell me, I will be very happy to help you."
"Well, my journalist friend Ozaki Hidemi from the "Asahi Shimbun" was robbed of his car by some people who claimed to be military police while he was reporting near Tsukishima. Now he is isolated and helpless on Tsukishima. I think
Please ask who robbed his car."
"Okay, I will ask for you. This is a small matter. Please wait for my news." The person on the phone agreed happily.
"German Embassy Attaché Eugene Ott," Sorge put down the phone in his hand, "With his help, I think we will find the whereabouts of the car soon."
"Thank you." Zhu Muyun looked more relaxed. Sorge was a talented communicator. Whether in Tokyo, Nanjing, or Harbin, nothing seemed to be difficult for him.
"Don't worry, when I find the car, I will go over and find a way to get in touch with Geng." Sorge sat down and lit a cigar.
"Mr. Sorge, please take me there in a moment."
The door was pushed open, and Yuzhen floated to the desk like a gust of wind. She put down the coffee in her hand heavily. She stared into Sorge's eyes, and then glanced at Zhu Muyun, "Two gentlemen, I don't think you should
Are you going to keep hiding it from me anymore?"
Sorge smiled and shrugged, glanced at Zhu Muyun, picked up the coffee brought by Yuzhen, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with a cigar in his mouth, obviously not wanting to get involved in this matter.
"You know?" Zhu Muyun looked at Yuzhen with a wry smile, "You shouldn't eavesdrop on our conversation."
"I just brought a cup of coffee to Mr. Sorge," Yuzhen's bright eyes were melancholy and persistent, "Brother Zhu, what's wrong with him now?"
"There seems to be something going on, but it's hard to judge." Zhu Muyun shook his head.
"I will go there with Mr. Sorge in a moment." Yuzhen reiterated again.
"No, you and I are still on the wanted lists of the Special High School and Police Town." Zhu Muyun shook his head.
"I can pretend to be Mr. Sorge's lover, and no one dares to lift my veil." Yuzhen's attitude was very firm.
"I want to praise great love, which can make even the strongest warrior soft," Sorge came back with coffee in hand, with an extremely ambiguous smile on his face, "Fat Zhu, what do you think?"
"Well, since you agreed, I don't have any objection." Zhu Muyun shrugged helplessly.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen." Sorge's smile was warm and confident.
The phone rang again.
Sorge picked up the phone and after a conversation, he turned around and smiled: "The car was found, but it's not in Shinjuku District. It has been circling around Chuo District. Mr. Ott said that he would ask the traffic police to stop the car."
It’s near Chiyoda District, we have to get there quickly.”
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"Date-kun, please don't waste your time." Nakamura looked at Geng Chaozhong who was sleeping with his eyes closed next to him, and his tone was very stern.
Half an hour has passed. Geng Chaozhong took the car to Shinjuku District. After searching for a house, he circled back. So far, he has circled the central district twice. No matter how stupid Nakamura is, he can't.
I knew that Geng Chaozhong was basically stalling for time.
"Oh," Geng Chaozhong opened his eyes, "Didn't I tell you? We need to be patient."
"But you don't have any direction at all!" Nakamura said angrily.
"How do you know I don't have one?" Geng Chaozhong curled his lips, "To tell you the truth, that man has moved his residence a long time ago. The purpose of my going around in circles is to judge where he might choose to stay. If you don't believe it, it's absolutely fine.
Take me back."
"Date-kun," Nakamura lowered his voice, looked at Geng Chaozhong with a pity and said, "Sato-san has ordered me to take you out this time. If there is nothing to gain, there is no need to come back."
"You are so stupid, really," Geng Chaozhong also lowered his voice, "You don't know anything. I'm afraid you will be the one who cannot go back, not me."
Nakamura's expression froze slightly, Geng Chaozhong said what he was most worried about.
Until now, Sato-san has not told himself who this Date-kun is and what he has done to make Sato-san angry - but judging from all the signs, this Date-kun is undoubtedly an intruder.
The weasel inside the super high school.
But Nakamura didn't dare to ask, let alone say, he could only mechanically carry out Sato-san's orders.
"Nakamura-kun, how about I tell you a secret?" Geng Chaozhong looked at Nakamura and smiled mysteriously.
"No, I don't want to know anything," Nakamura shook his head, "But I advise Date-kun again, you don't have much time. Before sunset, if you haven't found what you are looking for, then I have to execute my
The order to be executed.”
"Don't worry, don't worry, I won't play with my life." Geng Chaozhong looked out the car window.
What is the man at the pier hinting at, and who is he?
