Lost and Spy

Moroso, run away!

When Jonathan came to the restaurant again, hoping to meet the chef named "Valen" from yesterday, the restaurant manager Bono told him that Valen did not come today and sent someone to look for him where he lived, but he was not there either.

A colleague of "Valen" jokingly said, maybe this guy found a girl yesterday and spent all his energy on her, but he couldn't get up.

Amidst the laughter around him, Jonathan knew:

Moroso, run away!

Yes, he is an experienced agent who has been lurking for a long time. When he was conducting a secret investigation yesterday, he must have discovered something was wrong.

Therefore, he made a decisive decision and ran away overnight.

Jonathan was not at all remorseful.

Obviously, the other party has panicked.

His escape this time was very accidental and very hasty.

He doesn't do much preparation.

Therefore, he won't get very far.

"I want to cook a meal with him, but I don't know where he lives." Jonathan asked politely.

Arriving at Warren's residence, Jonathan looked around and entered the room easily.

As soon as he entered, he smelled a burning smell.

There was an iron basin in the middle of the room, with only a pile of ashes left in it.

"Valen", no, Moroso burned any evidence that might be exposed.

The question now is, where will he go?
Jonathan searched around the house and found nothing useful.

When he was about to leave, Jonathan's eyes fell on a pile of letter paper.

He tore off the first page, looked at the sun for a while, and soon made a discovery.

There are some blurry marks on the white paper.

Jonathan immediately found a pen and scribbled on it carefully.

After a while, several barely distinguishable handwriting appeared.

"Nawei...ke..."

Others are completely indistinguishable.

Jonathan's eyes fell on the iron basin again.

Most of the basin was filled with ashes.

It can be seen that Moroso burned a lot of things.

And they are all paper-based.

What will it be?
newspaper!

An idea suddenly flashed in Jonathan's mind, and he thought of newspapers.

Yes, Moroso excerpted something from the newspaper, and before fleeing, he was worried that those who were tracking him would find traces of himself in the newspaper, so he simply burned the newspaper.

This is a very experienced agent.

Jonathan even admired him a little.

Well, at least it's not without gain.

He left Moroso's residence.

He had to figure out what was written on the paper.

"Someone drowned."

"is it?"

Just as Jonathan found his car and was about to get in, the conversation between two passers-by reached his ears.

This immediately alerted Jonathan.

He stopped the two passers-by: "Hey, one of my colleagues stayed away all night yesterday. I'm worried that something happened to him. You just said that someone drowned. Can you tell me what happened?"

"I just discovered it, I am not your colleague." The passerby said cautiously: "Maybe he drank too much. In Manila Port, there are many people who fell into the water and drowned like this."

Jonathan asked clearly for the address where he fell into the water, thanked him, and immediately started the car.

When we arrived at the falling water, many people had gathered here.

The body was recovered.

Several US troops are maintaining order.

Jonathan stood not far away and observed the body for the shortest possible time.

Well, a picture appeared in his mind.

Last night, yes, it must have been last night.

After Moroso cleared his tracks, he needed a new identity.

Currently, as the war continues, strict control is implemented in Manila.

He waited in the dark for a long time and finally found the person he was looking for.

Then, he quickly solved this guy and got the certificate from him.

Then, he threw the body into the water, creating the illusion that he slipped and fell into the water and died.

Why so sure?
It's not far from Moroso's residence.

Moreover, the deceased was somewhat similar to Moroso in appearance and figure.

"Poor Gusso."

Someone watching the excitement sighed.

This immediately caught Jonathan's attention. He took out his cigarette and asked seemingly casually: "Do you know him?"

Seeing that the other party did not answer, Jonathan handed over the cigarette and whispered: "I am a reporter."

The man got the cigarette, and then a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "He is Gesuo, the porter here, alone. He likes to drink, and as long as he has money in his pocket, he will always get himself drunk. Alas, something happened after all.”

Well, now we have a name for Moroso's new identity.

The next step is to figure out the meaning of the writing on the note.

……

"Boss, Jonathan is a really hard-working man."

When Li Zhifeng said this, Meng Shaoyuan laughed.

The three people standing in front of him were the two passers-by from whom Jonathan learned that someone had fallen into the water, and the guy who told Jonathan the name of the deceased.

Everything was arranged by Meng Shaoyuan.

Jonathan got the clue he was looking for.

But he didn't know that someone was secretly helping him.

As for the person who secretly assisted him, or to be more accurate, only he himself knows what this guy named Meng Shaoyuan has in mind.

Meng Shaoyuan looked out the window and said calmly: "Remember to ensure Jonathan's safety."

……

Moroso now has a new identity:
Geso.

From the first day he arrived at the Port of Manila, he was preparing for his new identity.

He was ready to escape at any time.

He observed it for a long time and then picked out this guy named Geso.

His figure and appearance are somewhat similar to mine.

More importantly, this person has no relatives, is single, and likes to drink.

When he died, everyone would only know that he fell into the water while drunk and had no relatives to investigate the truth.

Therefore, when Moroso decided to flee for the second time, he quickly selected this long-selected target.

Poor Geso.

Moroso ate some of the food that he found unpalatable.

Then, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and looked at it. It took him most of the day to find the place he wanted to find.

Knocking on the door, the person who opened the door was a woman in her thirties, somewhat pretty.

Moroso didn't expect that the other party was actually a woman. He took off his hat and said politely: "I saw in the newspaper that you have a house for rent here, right?"

After the establishment of the provisional constitutional government of the Philippines, it published its own newspaper, the Manila Daily News.

Gradually, some people began to place advertisements in newspapers.

Especially rental ads.

Although Manila was severely damaged during the war, many houses were preserved.

The owners of these houses discovered a new business opportunity:
rent!

Of course, their targets are not ordinary Manilans.They are targeting the US military.

Many American soldiers found lovers in Manila.

Lovers cannot be kept in military camps, they must find a place to stay.

Therefore, the rental industry has actually become prosperous in Manila.

Those who survived until the end of the war and were surprised to find that their houses were not destroyed could find a way to make money.

These houses are mainly concentrated in the western part of Manila.

During the Battle of Manila, because the strategic location was not important, very few wars broke out.

Illya is an unfortunate person, but also a lucky one.

Her husband and eldest daughter died in the war.

She and her two young children survived.

When she discovered that her house was intact, it was at least something to be thankful for.

Her husband, originally a businessman, purchased the house at the height of his success.

This was the only inheritance left to her by her husband.

The orphans and widowers needed to survive, so Illya decided to rent out a house.

She even had other ideas.

I am 33 years old. Although I have given birth to three children, I am still pretty.

If the US military who rents his own house takes a fancy to him and takes care of him, he will not only receive the rent, but also have more adequate living security.

There is no need to laugh at Illya, there is nothing worth laughing at.

A woman has no special skills, but she must survive with two children. She must use all means.

Her ideas had to be worthy of ridicule, and even some respect.

She is a mother!

Illya felt a little disappointed when she saw that a man from Manila who spoke authentic local dialect was renting her house.

Because, in this city, the really rich people are those Americans.

But she still showed Moroso the house that was ready to be rented out.

The place where Ilya lived was relatively large, and even had a courtyard. It was once used as a headquarters by a Japanese army team.

The room for rent is located in the corner of the yard.

"This is it." Illya said after showing him around: "All basic daily necessities are there. Of course, what you need to add is your business."

"How do I usually go in and out?" Moroso asked the question he was most concerned about: "If I keep going in and out through the gate, it will affect you."

He needs to find an emergency escape route.

Moroso was so considerate that he aroused Ilia's affection: "There is a door in the yard that can let you in and out, but the door lock is broken and cannot be opened."

"Ah, it doesn't matter, I'll just buy a new lock."

"Mommy mommy."

At this moment, Ilya's five-year-old son and seven-year-old daughter came to the yard.

The two little guys seemed to have had some kind of argument, and both of them were very angry.

"so sorry."

As soon as Ilia finished speaking, Moroso smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, children are always like this. Ah, do you need candy?"

He took out the candy from his pocket, which immediately made the two children forget all their unhappiness and left happily.

What a kind person, Illya thought in her heart.

"Then, I'll pay you three months' rent first."

This is already very generous.

Those American soldiers always pay rent month after month because they don't know when they will leave Manila.

It’s really rare to find someone who can pay three months’ rent in one go.

"Okay, sir."

When paying, Illya discovered that the gentleman named "Geso" had a lot of money in his bag.

This is a rich man.

Illya was immediately moved.

She longs for a man by her side so that she and her children can live.

But those American soldiers were unreliable.

Yes, they left as soon as they said they would, without any nostalgia.

Especially when she is a mother of two children.

But the person in front of him was different.

He is a local and looks to be about 40 years old.

Moreover, he treats his children very well and is rich, so this is the most ideal candidate.

What if you could keep him here, stay here forever?

Illya was tempted.

"You are alone. To celebrate my renting out my house, I will treat you to dinner at home tonight."

When Elijah said it, Moroso said shyly: "That's so embarrassing."

"It doesn't matter. You rest first and I'll prepare the meal."

Illya left happily.

Looking at her back, Moroso sneered.

When he saw that the person who opened the door was a woman and there were children at home, he immediately adjusted his plan.

He wants this woman to fall in love with him, and then he will become the male host here.

Then, this becomes your best disguise.

He checked his house.

Very basic, but enough to live in.

Even if I become the master of this place in the future, this room will also be a place where I hide my things.

He opened the bag and found a pistol, three magazines, a lot of cash, and five gold bars inside.

As a spy, he is always ready to escape at any time.

So the escape supplies were prepared very early.

Now that I have been discovered, I should find a way to change myself again.

A mustache is nice.

He put the bag under the bed, leaving only the pistol and some cash.

Then, he lay on the bed and breathed a long sigh of relief.

I finally have a place to stay, and I can finally have a good rest.

Tomorrow, fix that lock and it will be your own emergency escape route.

Once a person relaxes, Moroso quickly falls asleep.

He didn't know how long he had slept when he was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Moroso put his hand on the gun handle.

"Mr. Geso, it's time to eat."

Illya's gentle voice came from outside.

"Ah, okay."

Moroso breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door, still showing his "shyness": "Mrs. Landlady, this is really troublesome for you."

"Call me Illya."

Illya smiled sweetly.

At the dinner table, Illya could confirm that Gesuo was the man she was looking for.

He always puts delicious food into the bowls of the two children first.

Then, he would also tell jokes, which made Ilya giggle non-stop.

Since her man died, there hasn't been so much life in this house for a long time.

It's different now.

Therefore, Illya secretly vowed in her heart that no matter what, she would keep Mr. Gesuo here forever! (End of chapter)