There is a huge poster posted at the door. Duan Xiaolou is holding a bright silver gun, and behind him is a golden helmet with four back-protecting flags. This is the most common martial arts style. There are a few big words written at the bottom: Today's performance is "Pick a Pulley"
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"...Ayako's eyes were swollen from crying. Alas, the two of them will probably be at odds for a few days again." Hattori Mina held Jiang Xinyu's hand and was still talking about what happened last night.
Jiang Xinyu said perfunctorily: "Mrs. Hattori's mood is indeed understandable, but it is too pessimistic..."
Duan Xiaolou is a famous actor in Peiping, and many prominent figures in Yanjin came to support him. Jiang Xinyu's table was in the second row, and it was a very good seat to watch the show live.
Hattori Mina looked around boredly and said, "Xinyu, why hasn't the show started yet?"
Jiang Xinyu raised his wrist and glanced at his watch and said, "There are still ten minutes."
"I've heard the record of Picking a Tackle, and this is the first time I've seen it live." Hattori Mina looked at the stage expectantly.
Jiang Xinyu smiled and said: "Mina, can you really understand Peking Opera?"
Hattori Mina tilted her head and thought for a while, then said: "I don't really understand, I feel... the appearance is very good-looking."
Jiang Xinyu laughed dumbly and said, "You listen to the show just to see the costumes?"
"It's not all about appearance, I even learned how to sing."
"Really? Sing a few lines someday and listen."
"If you dare to listen, I dare to sing!" Hattori Mina took Jiang Xinyu's hand and winked mischievously.
"Why don't you dare to listen? Are you afraid that I will run away?" Jiang Xinyu glanced away and saw a few well-dressed foreigners, protected by more than a dozen guards, walking up the wooden stairs to the second floor.
"You can't escape. I'll capture you and come back to listen!" Hattori Mina followed Jiang Xinyu's gaze and said, "You see, the Germans can understand it, so what else can't I understand?"
"Do you know them?" Jiang Xinyu looked back and saw several foreigners entering the VIP box facing the stage.
"That German Minister, next to him is his wife." Hattori Mina introduced.
Jiang Xinyu smiled and said: "How can a little person like me know Mr. Minister?"
Hattori Mina said with a smile: "That means I am a big shot?"
Jiang Xinyu smiled and said: "The sister of the military police major is of course a big shot."
Hattori Mina coquettishly said: "Don't make fun of me. Actually, my brother took me to a cocktail party at the legation. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to tell clearly who is the minister and who is the guard. They all look similar."
Jiang Xinyu suddenly discovered that for more than ten minutes after entering the theater, the two people's hands had been holding each other, and he had not noticed it at all.
As time goes by, Jiang Xinyu can feel that Hattori Mina is deeply in love with him, so why not himself? He has not seen her for a few days, and he is also upset...
"Xinyu, look, the show has started!" Hattori Mina said excitedly.
With a burst of gongs and drums, the curtain slowly opened.
"In a fierce battle just now, I don't know how many soldiers and generals were killed, and the remaining ones, I don't know where they fled to!" Duan Xiaolou's opening remarks won a lot of applause.
Jiang Xinyu is from Zhejiang. He is not very interested in Peking Opera. He picked up his tea bowl and drank tea while casually inspecting the surroundings.
Today there are not only the German minister and his wife, but also many blond and blue-eyed foreigners. In fact, they don't understand Peking Opera, they are just trying to be elegant. This is the same as when Chinese people go to watch operas abroad.
The foreigners in Yanjin are basically Russians, and most of the other European and American countries are hostile countries. Even before the war started, they either fled to Sichuan with them or returned directly to China.
There were four or five Russians sitting across a table. Their eyes were not paying attention to the stage, but looking upstairs.
People who are engrossed in watching a play have their attention on the stage. Only absent-minded people like Jiang Xinyu will notice such details.
Ten minutes later, two of them stood up, carrying pastry-like boxes in their hands, and walked upstairs. When they came back down, the boxes were gone.
Jiang Xinyu thought for a moment and whispered to Hattori Mina: "I'll go for convenience."
"Yes." Hattori Mina agreed, still looking at the stage.
There were toilets on the first and second floors. Jiang Xinyu stepped upstairs and saw two guards standing at the door of the middle box. There was no doubt that this was the German minister's box.
When I walked into the toilet, there was no one in every cubicle. I followed a series of leather shoe prints to the door of the utility room. When I opened the door, I saw that the paper box was discarded inside.
Jiang Xinyu took the carton and looked at it carefully. He found nothing unusual. It seemed to be an ordinary carton.
Where did the contents go? If it is an ordinary cardboard box, it is more convenient to throw it directly in the trash can at the door, so why hide it sneakily in the utility room?
Jiang Xinyu brought the carton to his nose and smelled it, and immediately realized that something was wrong. He smelled a kind of gunpowder! The carton was definitely not food or anything else, but something related to gunpowder!
What could it be?
Guns? Unlikely!
If it was a gun, it would be easier to hide it in a bag. Jiang Xinyu studied the shape of the carton for a while, and two words slowly emerged in his mind: bomb!
Only bombs need such a big box!
Thinking of this, Jiang Xinyu trotted out of the toilet, stood on the second floor escalator and looked around. The Russians had just walked out of the door.
There are no police downstairs, so it is impossible to stop them. The only thing to do now is to find the bomb as soon as possible. There are hundreds of people in the theater. If there is an explosion, it will definitely be a major casualty event!
Jiang Xinyu took out his ID, waved it to the two guards, and said, "I'm from the detective team. Where have those two Russians been?"
The guards looked at each other, and one of them said, "They took advantage of the situation."
"Tell me how you borrowed the fire! Be more detailed, hurry up!" Jiang Xinyu urged anxiously.
"Uh... the tall man borrowed the fire, and the other one squatted on the ground to tie his shoelaces..."
"Where are you squatting?"
"That's it." The guard pointed at the flowerpot at the door.
There are several pots of similar flowers placed outside the door of each VIP box, mainly for decoration. Without exception, they are all giant varieties with lush foliage.
Jiang Xinyu walked over quickly and carefully inspected each one. On the back of one of the pots of silver-edged spider plants, there was a square object.
A guard approached and said, "What is this..."
"Don't move, it's a bomb!" Jiang Xinyu glanced at it. The timer on it was changing numbers rapidly. There was still one minute before the explosion!