Shopkeeper Huang thought for a while and said: "Everything else is easy to handle, but sulfa is too difficult to handle..."
Jiang Xinyu: "Lao Ba from the Chenghuang Temple has a few bottles, but they are very expensive."
"Money is not an issue... However, sulfa is an illegal drug and I am not familiar with Lao Ba, so he may not be willing to sell it to me."
"People like them who do black market business have always recognized money but not people. It doesn't matter whether they are familiar with them or not, as long as the money is in place."
"Okay! I'll try it this afternoon."
"It's best to find an unrelated person to trade with, lest this guy gets caught one day, which would be troublesome!"
"knew."
"Where is that big guy?"
“At Heshun Hotel.”
"When the matter is finished, let him leave quickly!"
"good!"
"Bring me some money."
Shopkeeper Huang understood that Jiang Xinyu had been in the store for so long, and if he didn't get any oil or water, he might arouse others' suspicion.
The detective team conducted a large-scale search on 18th Street. When noon was approaching, Jiang Xinyu waved over Zhao Yuhu and said, "Have you found any clues?"
Zhao Yuhu chuckled and said, "Brothers have arrested a few people who behaved suspiciously!"
"Take them all back and close the team!" Jiang Xinyu knew clearly in his heart that the so-called suspicious behavior was actually the person who did not get paid in time.
Two days later.
"Ring, ring, ring!" the phone rang.
Jiang Xinyu picked up the phone: "Hello, who is this?"
"Are you busy?" Hattori Mina's lazy voice came from the other end of the phone.
"It's okay. Is something wrong?"
"It's okay, I just want to talk to you."
Jiang Xinyu smiled and said: "We'll meet soon, why do we have to talk on the phone?"
"Why do we meet later?" Hattori Mina immediately became energetic.
"We made a plan to go to the Shengping Theater on Sunday to watch a play, did you forget?"
"Today is Sunday?"
"yes."
"I thought it was tomorrow..."
"Hello? Hello?"
A busy signal came from the receiver, and Jiang Xinyu put down the phone helplessly. Within a few seconds, the phone rang again.
Jiang Xinyu picked up the phone: "Hello..."
Hattori Mina: "Sorry, I was so busy just now that I accidentally hung up the phone."
Jiang Xinyu glanced at his watch and said, "Don't worry, it's still early."
"I'll change my clothes right away. Come pick me up."
"good."
Half an hour later, Jiang Xinyu drove to the outside of Hattori's house.
Hattori Mina walked out quickly, opened the door and got into the car. Xiaolan ran after her and shouted: "Miss, when will you be back?"
Hattori Mina: "Nine o'clock...maybe ten o'clock."
The car turned around and drove towards Shengping Theater.
"Xinyu, will we be late?" Hattori Mina said worriedly.
Jiang Xinyu: "Probably not, as long as there is no traffic jam."
"It's all my fault that I forgot. Otherwise, I would have gone directly to the theater and wouldn't have to take such a long detour."
"Actually, the time is almost the same. If you take a rickshaw there, it takes half an hour. For me, it takes almost half an hour by car."
"Yeah, that's true. Rickshaws can take shortcuts, but cars can't. They have to take the main road...Hey, what's going on ahead?"
Under the custody of a team of Japanese soldiers with live ammunition, nearly twenty men were tied up and paraded through the streets. Many of them had blood stains on their bodies and faces. The most peculiar thing was that their mouths were stuffed with rags.
The streets were not spacious to begin with, but as soon as these people appeared on the streets, they quickly attracted a large number of onlookers and basically blocked the streets tightly, making it difficult for even rickshaws to pass, let alone cars.
Hattori Mina leaned forward anxiously in the car and said, "What are you afraid of? Why are there so many people here?"
A translator wearing a Japanese military hat held up a loudspeaker in his hand and said loudly: "Everyone has seen it, these people are rebels entrenched outside the city. They burn, kill and loot, and harm the people everywhere. Xinjiadian
Dozens of people died overnight, all because of this group of people!"
A man walking at the front forcefully spat out the rag in his mouth and said loudly: "Young and old men, don't listen to this traitor's nonsense. The devils are worried that the gas bombs will be exposed and they will kill people and silence them..."
Before he finished speaking, two Japanese soldiers rushed over, raised their rifle butts and smashed them wildly. In an instant, the man was beaten to the head and bleeding, and he fell to the ground.
A warrant officer leading the team waved his hand, and the Japanese soldiers dragged the man down and threw him directly into the compartment of a military vehicle following the team.
The translator continued: "I advise you not to get involved with the rebels, otherwise this will be your fate!"
Jiang Xinyu pulled over the car and waited for them to pass. He was secretly surprised, thinking that the Pingjin guerrillas were ambushed by plainclothes teams again? Otherwise, how could so many people be arrested?
Hattori Mina said anxiously: "Xinyu, how about we go back?"
Jiang Xinyu shook his head and said: "If we go back and go further, we might as well wait for them to pass."
Hattori Mina had no choice but to sit in the car and wait. Seeing these bruised people walking past the car, she couldn't help but say: "They look so pitiful..."
Just as Jiang Xinyu was about to talk, a familiar face suddenly appeared in his sight - it was the camel that suddenly disappeared!
Why is he here? So, are these people all Cao Yunfei's subordinates?
The problem is, the plainclothes team is fully tracking the Pingjin guerrillas, how can they possibly find Cao Yunfei's people? The plainclothes team only has fifty people, and even if they carry gas bombs, they don't have the strength to be divided into two!
Jiang Xinyu took out the cigarette, fumbled in his pocket for a while, and said to himself: "Oops, I seem to have forgotten to bring matches."
He rolled down the window and said to the translator passing by: "Brother, can you borrow a fire?"
Although the translator didn't know Jiang Xinyu, seeing that he was driving a car, he was obviously a rich or noble person, so he took out a match from his pocket and handed it over in a polite manner.
Jiang Xinyu lit the cigarette, returned the match, and said casually: "Brother, where did so many rebels come from?"
The translator did not hide anything and said: "These are the guerrillas of the Communist Party."
"Hey, so the Imperial Army took over the Communist Party's lair?"
"These madmen took the wrong medicine and dared to ambush the imperial army in the middle of the road. Fortunately, the imperial army was...prepared, otherwise they would have fallen into their trap!" The translator said with a look of disdain on his face.
"oh……"
Jiang Xinyu was very puzzled. Even if Cao Yunfei had the intention to stage an ambush, how did he know that the plainclothes team wearing civilian clothes was Japanese?
Even he himself was kept in the dark about this matter, let alone the guerrillas hiding in the mountains. If this were not the case, how could Tao Jianming have suffered such huge losses!