He whispered: "I went to the juvenile class of the Japanese Army Nakano School, and that's where I learned Shanghainese."
Luan Shigui and Gui Longhai could only look at him in surprise, but could not say anything.
Director Gao seemed to understand what Yingji said very well. He nodded and said: "I understand, I understand. Let's still drink. Of course, we don't want to get drunk."
The people at the table were silent, drinking wine silently.
Unexpectedly, Director Gao drank and hummed a song in a low voice. It seemed to be a Japanese folk song, because Takaji also looked at him with a surprised look. After a while, he also started humming. Already.
Takashi hummed in Japanese, but Director Gao sang in Chinese. Gui Longhai vaguely understood the lyrics he hummed.
"The ringing of the bells of the Gion Abode tells the story of the impermanence of the world; the flowers of the two trees of Sala lose their color, and the flourishing ones turn to decay like the vicissitudes of life. The arrogance and extravagance does not last long, just like a dream on a spring night; the domineering power of a strong beam is eventually destroyed, just like dust in the wind."
Suddenly, Director Gao raised his glass, touched it with Takashi, and drank it down. Then he raised his hands and clapped them rhythmically.
He shouted loudly: "Takaji-kun, Awa can't dance!"
As he said this, he stood up, stepped on his feet, and raised his hands high, still clapping.
Tingji looked at him, the muscles on his face were trembling, and his eyes shone with a deeper light.
He finally couldn't help it and stood up. Like Director Gao, he stepped forward slowly with his feet step by step, while his hands made many tricks in the air. His movements were obviously better than those of Director Gao. They were more authentic and skillful. One after another, they circled the table. After circling around, they sang loudly at the same time.
This time, they sang in Chinese: "The people who dance are crazy and stupid, and the people who watch are crazy and stupid. Anyway, you and I are so stupid, and the guys who don't dance are even more stupid and stupid..."
Their faces were red, they were excited, they were clapping their hands and stamping their feet, singing and dancing.
Finally, Luan Shigui and Gui Longhai were infected and followed them, jumping up awkwardly and circling around the table. Gui Longhai kept pouring wine into their wine glasses. They clinked their glasses and drank. After doing it, jump again.
It wasn't until almost midnight, when they were tired and tired, that they stopped.
Director Gao took Takashi's hand and said, "Mr. Takashi, it's very late. You should go to bed early."
He thought for a while and then said: "Actually, life is so beautiful, why do people need to fight?"
Takashi lowered his head, and the muscles on his face trembled again.
He was silent for a long time before saying: "Mr. Gao, I understand what you mean. It's just that in the big waves, all the sediment is out of my control. Sir, I can't help it either."
Director Gao nodded and said: "Yes, yes, we can't help ourselves!"
Li Mingkui sent Naoki Takaji back to the detention room and left.
Only Director Gao, Director Luan and Gui Longhai were left in the office. Gui Longhai made tea for them.
Director Gao was drinking tea and suddenly asked softly: "Chief Gui, this Eagle Division already knew that he was going to be exchanged?"
Gui Longhai was startled and said hurriedly: "Yesterday afternoon, I called a doctor to treat his injury. I saw that he was in a bad mood, so I told him that the two sides were discussing an exchange. Director Gao, this has nothing to do with it. Bar?"
Only then did Director Gao's face show his scheming and shrewdness.
His wise and dark eyes stared at Gui Longhai's face like a knife, and said softly: "Chief Gui, there is a difference between knowing in advance and cooperating intentionally. Don't you think he did it intentionally tonight?"
Will you cooperate?"
Gui Longhai thought for a moment and then realized the difference.
This Naoki Takaji is an extremely stubborn Japanese agent!
Commander Peng used so many ruthless methods to get him to speak. But tonight, he answered almost all questions, sang when he raped, and danced when he asked. He was really cooperative. God, what does this mean?
Woolen cloth?
Is it possible that some of the policemen in the Nanshi Branch are secretly communicating with the Japanese? Or are the two men of Chief Peng who are guarding the Eagle Division secretly communicating with the Japanese? It seems impossible, and it seems possible, that someone who has access to the Eagle Division,
There are only these two kinds of people!
Seeing that Gui Longhai was alert, Director Gao smiled and said, "You just have to know what's going on."
19-19
At this time, the night was getting late, and the noisy and bustling Shanghai gradually became quiet.
In the room without any light in Guangfu Lane, Laidunde could not calm down.
He slowly sat up and reached out to touch, finally touching Liu Richen's head and his ears.
He leaned into his ear and said, "Why is there still no movement? Didn't the clerk recognize my words? Or did he not report it to Mr. Du? I'm really surprised, why is there no movement at all?"
Liu Richen leaned into his ear and whispered: "Mr. Lai, please calm down and wait patiently. I guess Mr. Du may not have found this place yet. There are many homes in Guangfu Lane area."
"You know what I'm worried about?"
"What?"
"I'm worried that the clerk didn't recognize my handwriting. Maybe there is another clerk in that pharmacy. Do you think so?"
"Mr. Lai, don't think too much about anything. If it doesn't work, we can still find another chance."
"You mean, we failed this time?"
"As long as we keep working hard, we will never fail! The only failure is to give up!"
"What else can I do?"
"Wait. Wait for the opportunity and calm down first."
Mr. Lai stopped talking. The truth is this, it couldn't be simpler. If it doesn't work once, just find a way to do it again! He lay down, opened his eyes in the dark, and thought hard about what else could be done.
The room became even quieter, with no movement at all.
19-20
The night of August 7, 1937, was passing quietly.
When the night is endless, it seems like it will remain dark and peaceful forever.
Around five o'clock in the morning, there was some unnoticed movement on Zhoujin Road.
There was no one on the street. The street lights were dim, and occasionally there were lights on in the houses on both sides.
From the other end of the street, a man walked slowly over. He walked in the shadows of the street, softly and silently.
At this point, no one on the street would notice him. He was almost like a ghost, floating past in the darkness.
There was a long cloth bag hanging on his right shoulder, and a tattered reed mat under his left arm. He was like a homeless man, wandering around, looking for a place where he could stay.
A place to sleep.
He walked slowly in front of the Wenfu Hotel. Neither the guard sitting in the dark on the third floor nor Qiang Hu in the small attic opposite saw him. In fact, even if they had seen him, they would not have seen him.
care.
Finally, the night traveler stopped in front of a store.
He raised his head and looked upward for a while, seemingly admiring the neon sign on the door eaves.
After a moment, he took a few steps forward. There was a narrow alley next to the store. He stood at the entrance of the alley and looked inside. Several windows with lights on showed him that the alley was very deep and deep.
Far.
After that, he returned to the door of the store again and continued to look up at the eaves. He seemed to have made up his mind, so he put down the reed mat and the long cloth bag, and then tied them together with a thin rope.
He held one end of the string in his mouth, and then climbed up the rainwater pipe by the door. His climbing movements were easy and natural, just like a monkey.
He climbed up to the eaves of the door, then pulled the string and pulled up the cloth bag and straw mat.
He crouched in the shadow behind the neon lights and looked diagonally across at the Wenfu Hotel.
He judged by visual inspection that the distance was about eighty meters, which was a very ideal distance.
After that, he slowly untied the long cloth bag and took out a rifle. He put the rifle on the door eaves, leaving only one centimeter of the muzzle exposed. He lay down, put his gun on his shoulder and walked toward the Wenfu Hotel.
Aim at the door.
This person, who may be a shooter, feels that this location is very good, with wide shooting ranges both high and low, as well as left and right.
Next, he used a few broken bricks to secure the rifle.
Finally, he untied the reed mat and covered himself with it, leaving only the muzzle of the gun exposed.
He judged that even during the day, the people upstairs would not notice this place. It was just a broken reed mat.
After the man had settled everything, he decided to take a nap. He knew clearly that he had a long time to wait.
After he fell asleep, the sky gradually became brighter.
The prosperous Shanghai is gradually waking up.
There are pedestrians on the street. Scavengers who clean the streets, workers on the morning shift, farmers carrying various vegetables in a hurry, carriages carrying goods rumble past, housewives who get up early to buy vegetables yawn, and then
Employees going to work.
They were all in a hurry. Later, even the children going to school came out.
They chased each other and ran, shouting loudly, and finally woke up the whole Shanghai.
The person under the reed mat is still asleep. Even if he is asleep, he knows that it is still early.
19-21
Around 7:30 in the morning, there was movement in the Shikumen house in Qiaojia Lane.
The door opened, and someone came out to watch for a while. After turning around to signal, the brothers from Chen Zifeng's group came out from the front or back door one after another, and walked in different directions.
They walked out of the street slowly and cautiously, and soon merged into the pedestrians going to work, as if they had disappeared.
Everyone must take a detour nearby to make sure no one is following them, and finally gather at the designated location.
They made subtle gestures to each other, then entered their respective positions and waited patiently.
Xiao Ancheng entered the small attic opposite Wenfu Hotel and carefully observed the rooms on the third floor of Wenfu Hotel.
Qiang Hu and another brother cleaned their rifles, including every bullet! Fire support is extremely important and is related to the life and death of other brothers!
19-22
At almost nine o'clock, Chen Zifeng, Qiao Yanfang, and two brothers gathered outside the Nanshi branch.
Chen Zifeng stood on the street and took a look around, and saw that the place had been carefully arranged.