My years of espionage

It's snowing.

The snow is not heavy.

It still rained lightly in the morning, and snowflakes began to fall at noon.

Chikitaharaji looked down upon the snow in Shanghai. In his eyes, even the falling snow in Shanghai was so petty, far less spectacular and vigorous than the snowflakes in Hokkaido.

This is the first time Chikitaharaji has soaked in a hot spring in Jiangnan.

Under the guidance of a special agent from the Special High School, he entered the bathroom disguised as an ordinary Chinese soup customer.

After entering the bathroom, there was a lounge, densely packed with wooden lounge chairs. There was a coffee table between the two conjoined lounge chairs, with shoes placed underneath.

A large checkered towel was spread on the lounge chair, and there was a thin blanket covering it.

Chikitaharaji smiled, his movements were very slow, and he followed what Ono did as he saw.

Ono hung the coats, scarves, sweaters and other items that he took off on hangers one by one, then asked the master of Tangchi for a fork, and then hung the hangers on the densely packed hooks on the ceiling one by one.

"It's safe this way." Ono said to Chikitaharaji.

Qian Kitaharaji nodded, but he disagreed in his heart. This method of preventing theft can only prevent thieves. If someone is strong enough and directly takes down the clothes hangers and searches them, these cowardly Chinese people will probably not dare to resist.

Just like that, I took off my clothes and entered the hot spring room.

Qianbei Yuanji couldn't help but frowned.

There is a large hot tub between the pools. It looks like it is made of cement, and the water is muddy.

There are several elderly people soaking in the pool.

Chikitaharaji felt disgusted. This kind of hot spring pool was not like the hot spring water in the empire where the water was constantly changed. It was really unclean.

He glanced around and saw that there were two young people who seemed to be dissatisfied with the muddy water in the soup pool, so they chose to use the shower. However, there was only one shower and they had to queue up.

Cursing in his mind, Qianbei Yuanji entered this soup that disgusted him. He was worried that he would contract a skin disease.

Ono Hiro also entered the soup pool. He was a thick man and splashed when he fell into the water. This seemed to arouse the dissatisfaction of several old men. However, none of them wanted to cause trouble. They just glanced at Ono Hiro and took the initiative to avoid it.

With the help of Ono Hiro, Chikitahara found a good seat in the back, closed his eyes and enjoyed the scalding soup enveloping his skin.

The young people taking a shower soon left.

At this time, there was a noise outside, and someone was yelling that their clothes had been stolen.

Then another soup customer came in and shouted, ‘Old Maitou, your pants have been stolen. ’

The faces of several old soup-goers changed greatly, and they all stood up from the soup pool. They moved quickly, not like old people at all, and hurriedly went outside to check the damage.

At this time, a Tangke came in naked and said hello to an old man, "Teacher Han, there is a thief."

Then he pointed to the clothes in the basket in his hand, "I brought everything in."

"Xiaoye, you should also go out and take a look." Qianbei Yuanji said to Onohang.

"Yeah." Onohang also left with a worried expression.

Now, only Qianbei Yuanji and the man who had just arrived were left in the entire soup pool.

……

"Chief." The man entered the soup pool and nodded respectfully to Chibeiharaji.

"Aso, you should be watched by many people now. Time is running out. Let's keep the story short." Chikitaharaji said.

"Yes."

"The news has been released, and the military commanders should have noticed you." Chikitaharaji said, "They should be paying attention to you secretly now."

"I also have a feeling that someone should be watching me around." Aso nodded.

"If everything goes well, military commanders should come to our door in the next two days." Qian Kitaharaji said, "Do you know what to do?"

"Follow their arrangements and everything will be aimed at entering Chongqing smoothly." Aso nodded and said.

"Remember, you are an intellectual who came back from Citigroup and is going to Chongqing to contribute to the anti-Japanese war." Chikitaharaji said, "You are obsessed with mathematics and don't care much about other things."

"clear."

"How is your research on the mathematics paper going?" Chikitaharaji asked.

Aso's face showed a look of shame, "I can only understand a little bit, so it shouldn't be a big problem to deal with it simply. However, if the other person is a person with profound knowledge of mathematics, I may have a harder time."

Chikitaharaji frowned, and then he shook his head, "Mathematics is a subject that is really difficult to improve if you don't know how to do it. That's all."

"Aso disappointed the room chief," Aso said.

Chikitaharaji frowned when he heard voices and footsteps coming from outside the bathhouse.

"If there is an emergency, you can send the information to the dead mailbox." He said seriously, "This is the last time we meet, and you will be on your own from now on."

He said to Aso, "Aso-kun, I am waiting for the day when you return in triumph."

Aso looked solemn and nodded vigorously.

He knew that the head of the room came to see him in person this time specifically to support him, which moved Aso Baorirou deeply.

"We haven't lost any of our clothes, right?" Chikitaharaji asked Ono Hiro who had returned.

"I lost a scarf." Ono said angrily.

"Bad luck." Qianbei Yuanji shook his head unhappily. He stood up directly from the soup pool, "Forget it, no more bathing, let's go."

"Ah."

Looking at the backs of Qian Kitaharaji and his colleague leaving, Aso Yorirou sighed in his heart and closed his eyes.

After a while, when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of determination.

He knew that going to Chongqing was very dangerous and that he would basically not be able to return alive.

I have no regrets in this life if I can contribute a small amount to the empire's eternal foundation of conquering the world.

……

After Aso Baorilang had soaked enough, he asked the bath master to give him a bath.

When he came out after washing, a master immediately handed him a big towel to wrap him in to prevent him from catching a cold.

The master then took out a hot towel from the large insulated bucket and handed it over.

Aso Bauriro returned to the chair with the hot towel. He wiped his face with the towel and applied it very hot to his face. All the pores on his face seemed to be blooming and he couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh.

"Teacher Han, you haven't left yet?" Aso Pauliro asked curiously when he saw that the old teacher who had just left was still there.

"The pants were stolen." Teacher Han said with a troubled look on his face.

"Oh." Aso Baorilang nodded and said nothing more.

Teacher Han was a little depressed. He thought that Teacher Xie would say some caring words, or at least take the initiative to go back to school and pick up a pair of pants for him after going out, but he didn't expect that this person just said "oh".

However, thinking that Teacher Xie was a nerd obsessed with numbers, he felt relieved, "Teacher Xie, please go back to school and bring me a pair of pants when you go back to the dormitory." "Oh." Xie Guanglin subconsciously said He nodded, and then continued to cover his face with a hot towel. After about ten seconds, he seemed to realize it. He took off the scarf on his face and said to Teacher Han, "Teacher Han, you still have your sweater and stuff." Bar."

Without waiting for Teacher Han to speak, Xie Guanglin explained again, "What Teacher Han needs from me, please explain it clearly at once."

Seeing Teacher Han frown, he was a little surprised and confused, and then quickly explained, "I have classes in the afternoon, so I can't go back and forth here."

"I understand." Teacher Han said tiredly, "It's just that my pants were stolen, please excuse me."

"You're welcome." Xie Guanglin smiled and nodded.

……

"Suzuki, how is your math level progressing?" Chikitaharaji picked up the handout Suzuki Keita was studying hard and flipped through it.

"Director, I have studied very hard." Suzuki Keita looked tired, "It's just that these are too advanced..."

There was a look of shame on his face, "Suzuki disappointed the room chief."

Chikitaharaji picked up the textbook on the desk again and pointed out a few questions for Suzuki Keita to calculate.

To his surprise, even though Suzuki Keita spent some time, his calculations were still successful.

"Yes, your mathematics level is pretty good." Chikitaharaji nodded, "As long as you don't meet a real mathematics expert, your secret will not be exposed."

Seeing that Suzuki Keita was about to speak, he waved his hand to reassure Suzuki Keita, "Chinese people are generally illiterate and their education level is extremely low. You don't need to worry too much."

Suzuki Keita nodded, although he was still worried in his heart, but he was finally encouraged.

"This is the latest information we have about Ren Anning." Chikitaharaji handed a file bag to Suzuki Keita, "Study it carefully. If everything goes well, the plan will be officially launched the day after tomorrow."

"Hai." Suzuki Keita opened the file bag and took out the information inside to study it carefully. He glanced at one of the photos of the school door and asked, "Director, is this person now in Qingxin Middle School?"

Seeing Qian Kitaharaji nodding, Suzuki Keita said with a serious expression, "Director, I request to go to Keixin Middle School for an on-site inspection."

He pointed to the information at hand and said to Chikitaharaji, "Just reading the text, I'm worried that I will make omissions."

"Okay." Chikitaharaji nodded in agreement, with a very happy expression on his face, "Very good, Suzuki! Your rigorous attitude is very good."

……

Qingxin Middle School is not that big.

The principal of the school also vacated some dormitories for rent by citizens who flocked to the concession, and used the rent collected to maintain the normal operation of the school.

Therefore, although the school is not big, there are many people and the personnel are relatively complex.

Xie Guanglin delivered pants to Teacher Han. He had just returned to the school campus and was busy walking when he heard someone calling him.

"Thank you, teacher."

Xie Guanglin looked up and saw a student in his substitute class calling him. Next to the student was an adult man wearing small round glasses.

"Classmate Xun Hanyi, is something wrong?" Xie Guanglin asked in surprise.

"Teacher Xie, my uncle has some difficult questions in mathematics and wants to ask you for help." Xun Hanyi said with a respectful attitude, pointing to the man next to him.

"Hello, Teacher Xie." The man nodded and said, "I am Xun Hanyi's cousin. Please forgive me for disturbing you."

"What difficult problem is it?" Xie Guanglin frowned slightly at first, then showed interest and asked straight to the point.

Hong Wenyu took out a piece of paper from his body and handed over the densely written paper with both hands, "Excuse me."

Xie Guanglin took the piece of paper, looked down, his expression became serious, but his heart suddenly felt like a few cows running:

He couldn't understand it.

Hong Wenyu felt happy when he saw Xie Guanglin's serious expression.

This method that the organization thought of worked, and it quickly attracted Xie Guanglin's attention, and there was no chance of getting close to Xie Guanglin.

"Teacher Xie, if you have time, should we go to a quiet room and please help me calculate and give me some advice." Hong Wenyu said politely.

"I'll take it back and look at it first." Xie Guanglin glanced at Hong Wenyu, "I'll give it to classmate Xun Hanyi once I have the results."

With that said, Xie Guanglin stuffed the paper into his pocket, then ignored the two of them and left.

Seeing Xie Guanglin's leaving figure, Hong Wenyu was a little dumbfounded.

"Brother Hong, this is what Teacher Xie is like." Xun Hanyi explained at the side, "We all call him Teacher Nerdy."

"Call me cousin." Hong Wenyu said seriously.

"Yes, cousin."

Hong Wenyu looked at Xie Guanglin who had walked away and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Using mathematics to make friends was a very difficult advanced function paper carefully prepared by the organization. In fact, the idea that the organization came up with was indeed a good way to get close to Xie Guanglin. .

So far, it seems to be effective, but they have calculated everything, except for the weird temper of this 'Mr. Ren'.

He shook his head. Things were not going well. He could only go back and report to the organization to see how to proceed.

……

In a room on the second floor of a dilapidated building not far away, Cheng Qianfan put down the telescope in his hand, thinking deeply.

Next to him was Qiao Chuntao, who was also holding a telescope.

Qiao Chuntao also frowned slightly, looking thoughtful.

About a minute later, Taozi put down the binoculars and saw Brother Fan looking at him.

"What did you see?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

"That person seems to have deliberately approached Xie Guanglin." Taozi said.

"Continue." Cheng Qianfan nodded slightly, "The man handed Xie Guanglin a piece of paper. What do you think is on that piece of paper?"

He was playing with a cigarette in his hand and asked lightly, "This is very important."

"It shouldn't be intelligence or anything." Qiao Chuntao frowned and said, "According to our investigation over the past two days, this Xie Guanglin is a nerd who is obsessed with mathematics and does not look like an intelligence officer."

He thought for a moment and continued, "Besides, there is no way of conveying information so unscrupulously in public."

Suddenly, Taozi's eyes lit up, "Brother Fan, I suspect it's a lecture note, a math lecture note."

He said to Cheng Qianfan, "If this person really approached Xie Guanglin on purpose, for a math idiot like Xie Guanglin, there is nothing more attractive than a mathematics-related handout."

"Not bad." Cheng Qianfan nodded slightly, "observant of details and has a flexible mind."

Soon, the intelligence team member of the special situation team who was pretending to be a refugee renting in the original dormitory of the school and was walking around when Xie Guanglin was talking to the man fed back the intelligence:

It was indeed a mathematics-related handout, and it seemed that the person was asking Xie Guanglin for advice.

Cheng Qianfan's expression immediately became serious and serious.

He looked at Qiao Chuntao with a discerning gaze, "Taozi, do you see it?"

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