"It's so chaotic outside. The special high school, the police town, and the security forces are all in action. What happened?!" A short Japanese man was sitting opposite Sorge, with a look of anxiety on his face.
color.
"Ozaki-kun, you don't have to worry, the police town is not here for us." Sorge had a pipe in his mouth, half of his chest exposed in his loose pajamas, and his expression was very leisurely and relaxed.
"Richard, could it be related to the person you asked me to stare at?" Ozaki stared into Sorge's eyes.
"I don't know," Sorge shook his head simply, "Anyway, Ozaki-kun, please be careful during this period, temporarily stop all intelligence activities, and at the same time use your contacts in the newspaper to inquire and see if there is anything...
....."
Before he finished speaking, the phone next to him suddenly rang. Sorge picked up the phone and started to answer it. Gradually, his face became serious. At first, he just nodded frequently, then began to answer a few words briefly, and finally, he said with a heavy voice.
Russian answered a few words of "yes", and when he put down the phone, his face was as dark as water.
"Ozaki-kun, please go back first. If you need anything, you can call us." Sorge put down the phone and looked at Ozaki.
"Okay!" Ozaki agreed and exited the room.
Sorge picked up the half-smoked pipe on the table, took a deep puff, opened his mouth, and blew out several huge smoke rings. Sorge stared at the rising smoke and murmured to himself:
"Geng, you have given me another big problem!"
After lowering his head and thinking for a moment, Sorge seemed to have made up his mind, walked quickly outside the house, and knocked on the door next door.
In the room, Zhu Muyun and Yuzhen were still talking. Obviously, the unusual situation in Tokyo made them both worried. When they saw Sorge pushing the door open, Zhu Muyun was the first to speak: "Richard, there is news.
?"
"Yes, there is good news and bad news, which one should I hear first?" Sorge chuckled.
"Richard, now is not the time to joke." Zhu Muyun smiled bitterly, and Yu Zhen next to him looked even more urgent.
"The good news is that they didn't arrest anyone," Sorge saw Zhu Muyun and Yuzhen's expressions relaxed, then he pulled his face and said, "The bad news is that Geng killed Makarov.
, the superiors knew about it.”
Zhu Muyun's expression froze, but Yuzhen asked without understanding: "Makarov, who is he?"
"He was the person in charge of the Fourth Intelligence Bureau of the Red Army in Harbin, and he was also my former boss," Sorge replied with a wry smile. "Four years ago, when Geng sneaked into the Special High School, he killed him, thereby gaining complete control of the Japanese.
Trust. And just last night, someone called the embassy and reported the matter. The higher-ups asked me to investigate in detail."
"This..." Yuzhen's face suddenly turned pale.
Geng Chaozhong has not escaped the Japanese roundup, and now he is facing the Soviet Union's malice. His situation can be said to be extremely dangerous!
"Four years have passed since the incident, how can we investigate it?" Zhu Muyun curled his lips disapprovingly, "Besides, this is Tokyo, even if the investigation is clear, what can we do?"
"No, the matter is more serious than you think," Sorge shook his head. "The original intelligence source did not say that Geng was Chinese. They still called him Datenosuke, a traitorous agent of the Special High School.
But after receiving the report from the embassy, the higher-ups sent someone to contact Andre, and Andre told him about assisting Geng Chaozhong in escaping. In other words, the higher-ups already knew about the relationship between us and Geng."
"This..." Zhu Muyun's expression became serious.
If the superiors already know that Sorge and Geng Chaozhong have known each other for a long time, then things will become complicated. In other words, the superiors have every reason to let Sorge capture Geng Chaozhong through some kind of trapping method!
"What did it say above?" Zhu Muyun finally asked after thinking about it for a few times.
"The superiors asked me if I knew that Geng had killed Makarov. I replied that I didn't know. I just had some simple cooperation with Geng in Manchuria in the early years. Then they gave me an order to use my cooperation with Geng.
Because of their relationship, he was lured back to the Soviet Union for interrogation!" Sorge's face looked a little heavy.
"Richard, what are you going to do?" Zhu Muyun stared into Sorge's eyes, while Yu Zhen on the side also looked unkind.
"Oh, my friend, please don't look at me like that," Sorge smiled wryly, shrugged and shook his head, "I admire Geng very much, and if there is any possibility, I will not destroy our friendship, but I'm afraid
Yes, once Geng is caught by the Japanese, then he..."
"He won't be caught." Zhu Muyun and Yuzhen said at the same time.
"Haha, I think so too," Sorge laughed, "but if I can contact him, I have to tell him that it's best not to return to Nanjing."
"Why?" they both asked in unison.
"Because, once he escapes back to Nanjing, the Soviet Union will definitely notify Nanjing and ask Nanjing to hand over Makarov's murderer. According to the current situation, Nanjing may not refuse the alliance's request." Sorge shrugged.
Zhu Muyun's face suddenly darkened, while Yu Zhen was even more hesitant and helpless.
Sorge is right. The Nanjing government is now facing unprecedentedly strong pressure from Japan and urgently needs to sign a mutual assistance treaty with the Soviet Union to counter the Japanese encroachment in Manchuria and North China. Negotiations between the two countries have been going on for several years, and they have just been
A certain amount of progress has been made. Under such circumstances, in order to achieve strategic cooperation between the two countries, what does it mean to sacrifice a small, already exposed spy?
"My old friends, and this beautiful lady, please don't worry too much," Sorge waved his hand, "Geng is a smart man. It can be seen from his unwillingness to have contact with us that he has always been worried about us.
We are quite vigilant about killing Makarov, so I’m afraid he won’t contact us.”
"But Andre also knows about this. Now, I'm afraid Andre has gone to arrest him!" Yuzhen blurted out.
"I will inform Andre and ask him not to act rashly," Sorge looked at Yuzhen with his blue and emotional eyes, "So you don't have to be so nervous."
"Then, I beg you, inform Andre now." Yuzhen still didn't dare to relax.
"Okay, I will do it," Sorge nodded. Just as he was about to stand up, the butler's voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Richard, someone downstairs wants to see you."
Sorge agreed, walked to the window, then turned around, looked at Yuzhen and said: