Lost and Spy

Chapter 2983 Dilapidated Hotel
What happened in the No. [-] warehouse was miraculously not leaked.

It was announced to the outside world that the gendarmerie and the intelligence agency had joined forces to take down a rioter's hideout in one fell swoop and successfully destroyed their attempt to destroy the pier.

But in this operation, a forklift driver from Japan, Kusamori, unfortunately died in the hands of the rioters.

This is the loss of the empire.

The rest of the?
No more.

With the gendarmerie and the intelligence agencies working together, it is always very easy to hide something.

At this time, the inspection work at Pier No. [-] was coming to an end.

The workload is enormous.

But with the efforts of Meng Shaoyuan and Eguchi and Hiroshi, it was still done very well.

All the inspection results were reported to Yoshitaro Yamada in time, and he brought them back to the country.

Immediately, all warehouses at Pier [-] were sealed.

No one is allowed to open the warehouse until it is shipped.

This is also to ensure the safety of supplies.

Then, there is the second pier.

According to the current progress, if you want to inspect all fifteen docks, the vast work is simply hopeless.

Eguchi and Hiroshi even felt that they didn't have to do anything in the future, and they could just stay at the pier.

Fortunately, I have "Taniguchi Shibu" to accompany me.

The inspection at Pier No. [-] was nothing more than repeating the previous work.

"I'm afraid we won't be able to finish our work here until the end of the war."

Looking at the piles of materials and the warehouses waiting to be inspected by him, Eguchi and Hiroshi couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"This is our responsibility, what can we do?" Meng Shaoyuan also sighed: "I hope the empire can win the war quickly, so that someone can take over the heavy work for us."

Yeah, win the war.

But it seems so slim.

The iron door of the warehouse was slowly opened.

"Get started, Taniguchi-kun."

"let's start."

The two looked at each other, and there was some bitterness in their expressions.

……

Xiaozhong threw away the cigarette and walked into a hotel that looked very old and dilapidated.

He handed over his "resident card".

In China, this certificate also has a name:
Certificate of good citizenship.

All Filipinos are required to be registered.

Otherwise, it will be difficult to move an inch throughout the Philippines.

The boss carefully checked the residence card, registered it, and threw a key to Xiaozhong.

When I came to the room on the second floor, as soon as I opened it, an unpleasant smell hit my nostrils.

Xiao Zhong didn't care at all.

I put the simple luggage I carried on the ground and checked the room carefully.

Quite simply, nothing but a bed and a stool, a rickety table.

Not even a thermos.

If you are in a hurry, you can only go to the public toilet on the first floor.

But this kind of hotel is already the best choice for people who come to Manila with little money in their pockets and need accommodation.

What is especially commendable is that it is already a miracle that the hotel can still stand under such frequent and violent bombing by the Allied forces.

There are no windows, and the lights don't come on when I pull the lights.

There was half a candle on the table, the only means of light.

And it is this kind of hostel that will be my foothold for a period of time in the future.

"Bang bang bang", someone knocked on the door.

"Who?" Xiao Zhong asked alertly.

"I."

Outside, came the accent of a strange woman.

Xiaozhong opened the door.

It was a black and thin local woman. When she saw Xiao Zhong, she asked timidly:

"Sir, do you need a massage?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhong knew what the other party was doing, and immediately shook his head.

However, this woman still didn't give up: "Please, my skills are very good, and I only need a little money."

Xiao Zhong has been in the Philippines for a long time, so he naturally knows things here very well.

There are hey gangs everywhere, and Manila is no exception.

These guys, the Spaniards helped the Spaniards when they were here, and the Americans came to help the Americans. When the Americans were driven away, they naturally became the minions of the Japanese.

In order to manage the city more conveniently and control the locals, the Japanese naturally need such people.

These people control all illegal business in Manila.

The Japanese take the bulk of the profits, and they take the small ones.

The woman in front of her is naturally part of their illegal business.

They have to pay a certain fee every day, no matter what method you use.

Otherwise, they will be abused at least, and severely beaten at worst.

At a time when the situation in Manila is so chaotic, the "business" of these women is naturally more difficult to do.

But those gangsters don't care about this.

Knowing this, Xiao Zhong really wanted to give this woman some money, but he absolutely couldn't do that.

Once this is done, it will be very dangerous behavior.

Living in such a hotel is a poor man in itself.

If you accept the "service" of this woman at a very low price, it is human nature.

But if you gave this woman a sum of money out of sympathy, it would be abnormal.

You will definitely be targeted by those hey gangs.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon.

Xiao Zhong said coldly: "I told you, I don't need it, and I don't have any money."

After saying that, he closed the door and left the hotel, leaving only the woman standing there blankly.

After a while, the owner of the hotel came up: "I didn't want you?"

"No." The woman shook her head in fear.

The boss slapped her across the face with a "slap".

But the woman felt relieved.

It was just a slap, and I didn't have to bear greater beatings and insults.

"roll!"

The boss drove the woman away, took out the spare key, and opened the door.

Flashed in, turned on the flashlight, and his eyes fell on Xiaozhong's luggage.

He knelt down and opened the luggage, and inside were just a few worn out changes of clothes, and half a half-eaten cake.

"Poor ghost!"

The boss scolded contemptuously.

……

Xiao Zhong watched the boss go upstairs with his own eyes.

He then quickly flashed into the hotel and picked up the passenger registration book.

Most of the travelers who have come to stay have drawn a circle.

A small part, is a cross drawn.

But before his name, there was nothing.

Now, the boss has probably entered his room to check his luggage, right?

There is no doubt that this shabby-looking small hotel is a surveillance point of the Ritual Agency or the Hey Gang.

Once useful targets are found, such as those with a cross in front of their names, they may have mysteriously disappeared.

There were footsteps on the stairs.

Xiaozhong immediately left the hotel.

……

After the boss returned to the cash register, he picked up the registration book and drew a circle in front of Xiaozhong's name.

This is a poor ghost who came to Manila for business, without any truth.

It's too difficult for this kind of people to get any benefit from them. The boss doesn't want him to stay here for a day.

(End of this chapter)