Lost and Spy

Chapter 236 Japanese Ronin
Lu Qinghong and Tan Xinyi never imagined that they would come out to carry out spy missions one day.

They used to be in the gendarmerie, but they were transferred to the special operations unit.

In their impression, there are no good people who are secret agents.

However, although they were a little unhappy, the salaries and benefits of the action team were very good, which made them feel at ease.

But today you are going to come to Wuhan to perform a mission?

Kidnap?kill?
The two went from Nanjing to Wuhan. They were born rivals, and they never stopped arguing all the way.

When getting off the train, Lu Qinghong was carrying a cello case in his hand, which was not a musical instrument, but a 1924 shotgun.

This weapon with an optical second sight is the best sniper rifle of this era.

They don't know what to do in Wuhan.

But the most important rule of the Special Operations Group is:
Unconditional obedience!

A young man came over, looked at their attire, then looked at the big cello case in Lu Qinghong's hand, and asked in a low voice, "The two bosses are from Shanghai?"

Ah, that's the code word.

The two people who were performing the task for the first time were obviously not used to such a connection, so they were taken aback for a moment before Lu Qinghong said: "No, they are from my hometown."

"Come with me." He Guangtao looked to the side and quickly led them away from the train station...

……

Meng Shaoyuan put on a kimono.

I looked in the mirror, except that I was taller than the average Japanese, I couldn't see any flaws.

Added Rendanhu, plus he speaks pure and fluent Japanese, unless he confesses himself, anyone will think he is a real Japanese.

After reading the materials last night, my eyes turned red.

But the spirit is good.

He Guangtao and the others have done a solid job. They have found many important clues in the case of Nasri's disappearance.

If those arrogant French people can be more humble, let go of their so-called airs and cooperate with Lixing Society, maybe this case has already achieved a major breakthrough.

It's a pity that it would be an incredible thing for the "noble" French to cooperate with the Chinese.

Meng Shaoyuan put on his clogs and went out.

The Japanese Concession in Hankou is relatively prosperous, and there are many Japanese people living there.

The murder of Alfonso and his wife has caused a lot of discussion here, but those Japanese expats firmly believe in the government's explanation that the disappearance and murder of the French couple has nothing to do with the Japanese Concession.

The Japanese would not do such a thing.

Meng Shaoyuan would politely nod to the Japanese people he saw along the way, and even greet them politely.

It was the first time for him to come to the Hankou Concession, and it was not easy to find the address and target he was looking for.

"Noma Taoyasu, 43 years old, ronin, native of Kagoshima, has been in Wuhan for five years...there is an obvious big dimple on the left cheek, and she is slightly fat...I often drink for a day in Mrs. Takase's izakaya Alcohol...is suspected of committing a major crime..."

This is the information that He Guangtao found.

Izakaya is a place that Japanese people often like to go to. The consumption there is low, and it doesn’t cost much to eat a meal compared with restaurants.

Meng Shaoyuan finally found Mrs. Takase's izakaya.

Not even a signboard.

However, the aroma of grilled octopus is still a bit tempting.

"You have worked hard."

As soon as I entered, a Japanese woman in her fifties immediately greeted her and bowed: "Are you alone?"

"Yes, alone." Meng Shaoyuan glanced quickly around the izakaya: "I am Jun Hirata who just came to China."

"Hirata-kun, you have worked hard."

A middle-aged Japanese man with the appearance of a ronin was sitting there drinking wine.

There is a mole on the left cheek, and the body is slightly fat.

Fully qualified.

"Noma-kun." Meng Shaoyuan called out happily.

Noma Taoan raised her head, with a confused expression on her face: "Who are you?"

"I'm Hirata Toshi, have you forgotten? Kagoshima, from the Hirata family."

"Ah, from the Hirata family, yes, yes..."

Which Hirata family?
Noma Taoan desperately thought about it in her mind.

It seems that there is a Hirata family, what's the name?

His memory is really fuzzy.

"It's been five years, and you've been away for five years." Meng Shaoyuan wanted to be as happy as he could be: "The last time I saw you, I was just a child."

Well, it's really been too long since I left home.

Noma Taoan no longer has any doubts, but sighs in her heart, she doesn't even know anyone in her hometown.

"Hirata Toshi, you're already this big." Noma Taoyasu also showed a smile on his face, "It's great to meet you here."

The knuckles are thick and strong, the kimono is very old, and there are holes, and the pair of clogs that are placed underneath have long been in tatters.

Life is not easy.

Meng Shaoyuan already had a preliminary judgment in his mind.

No matter in Shanghai, Wuhan, or Guangzhou, there are a large number of Japanese ronin, and the vast majority of these Japanese ronin live very unsatisfactorily, day after day.

"Mrs. Takase." Meng Shaoyuan said immediately: "It's really a pleasure to meet my elders here. Is there any clean place where we can talk alone?"

Mrs. Takase was a little embarrassed.

This kind of izakaya is for people with little money to eat, and there is no private room. The boss or the boss's wife prepares food for them and lets them take it by themselves.

Somewhat like a Chinese barbecue stand.

"what."

Meng Shaoyuan took out a few Japanese yen: "Mrs. Takase, please."

"You are very kind."

Mrs. Takase thought for a while: "The room I live in can be given to you, and I will bring you anything you need."

"Thank you so much."

When Meng Shaoyuan spoke, he paid special attention to the expressions of the people around him.

Noma Taoan's eyes lit up immediately when she saw that she took out the money.

……

The room is small but enough for two people to eat.

Meng Shaoyuan ordered two bottles of sake, and without asking what to eat, he told Mrs. Takase that no matter what was delicious, just bring it up.

Noma Momoyasu was in high spirits.

It's been a long time since he has eaten so happily with the poor money in his pocket.

"Please, I must treat you to a good meal today."

Meng Shaoyuan wanted to be as enthusiastic as he wanted, and even took out a pack of cigarettes and put it in front of Noma Taoan.

"Jun, it looks like you're doing well."

Eating, drinking, and smoking, Noma Taoyasu's name has changed.

"Fortunately, I'm working in a detective agency now."

"Detective agency?" Noma Taoyasu was taken aback.

"Ah, yes, mainly responsible for some personal affairs." Meng Shaoyuan is a liar who never blinks: "Our business is mainly in Manchuria. Do you know that Takeo Fujiguchi?"

"I have heard that I am the captain of the gendarmerie in Xinjing."

"Yes, we have always maintained a cooperative relationship with Colonel Fujiguchi, and we have also received his care many times."

(End of this chapter)