My years of espionage

Chapter 54: The Wandering Poet
This is a young man in a tunic suit.

He was wearing an ordinary dark gray cloth bag diagonally across his body.

The other hand is holding a navy cap, which is popular among young students.

In Cheng Qianfan's eyes, panic flashed.

Then he regained his composure, "Who are you?"

"Chinese who avenge the thousands of compatriots killed by your Japanese."

"I'm just an ordinary Japanese tourist. I haven't done anything to hurt my Chinese friends." Cheng Qianfan said coldly, "Please calm down and don't cause trouble for your country and government."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm just a peace-loving ordinary Japanese citizen, but if I suffer any harm, the soldiers and warships of the Empire of Japan will seek justice for me."

The sound of the staff's leather shoes stepping on the ground came.

The young man put away his gun, showed a smile, and whispered in Japanese, "Miyazaki-kun, Kawada-kun, please taste the fine wine from your hometown."

"Kawada-kun?" The surprise on Cheng Qianfan's face turned into a surprise.

The young man nodded, took out a bottle of wine and a note from the cloth bag, and put it on the table respectfully, the wine bottle just pressed the note.

"Miyazaki-kun, please take it slow."

Bow slightly.

Turn around and leave quickly.

Cheng Qianfan breathed a sigh of relief, this Japanese agent was too young.

Words are inaccurate.

There was no bitter hatred for the Japanese in his tone.

The facial expressions are also superficial.

Recently, I have often fought with masters like the teacher Xiu Huongshen, the old fox Tan Detai, and even the team leader Song Fuguo. Suddenly, he encountered such a poor level, and he almost couldn't cooperate well.

"Sir, your newspaper." The staff glanced at the man who left in a hurry, but since Cheng Qianfan didn't say anything, he wouldn't be too busy.

"Thanks, put it on the table."

"Ok."

After the staff left, Cheng Qianfan picked up the old newspaper that was covering his waist, and when the newspaper made a tickling sound, he clicked and adjusted the Mauser pistol on his waist to the safe state.

Flip it at will to adjust the brightness of the desk lamp.

He picked up the bottle of wine, which was unopened.

Pick up the note.

……

"Miyazaki-kun, thank you.

Please forgive my negligence, I would like to apologize with the wine of my hometown, and I hope I can comfort Miyazaki-kun's homesickness, Kawada Nagayoshi. "

Cheng Qianfan knew what Kawada Yongji meant by thanking him.

He folded the note appreciatively.

Pick up the wine bottle and unscrew the cap.

Nostrils close to the mouth of the bottle.

Take a deep breath.

"Daqi Brewing, the taste of hometown is nostalgic." He closed his eyes, muttered softly to himself, took a sip, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be a little wet.

On the side porch where Cheng Qianfan's bed slanted, a young man pretended to look out the window at the night.

Looking diagonally from where he was, he could just see the reflection of the car window glass. Because Cheng Qianfan turned on the lamp, his every move could be clearly seen on the glass.

He saw Cheng Qianfan wipe the corners of his eyes, smiled and shook his head as if embarrassed, and cherished the bottle and screwed the lid back on.

Then he picked up the newspaper and read it, covering his face.

He walked away silently.

……

Cheng Qianfan showed a smile.

He put down the newspaper, showing that he couldn't help but unscrew the bottle again and took a sip.

He squinted his eyes comfortably, and sure enough, the shadow on the floor of the side corridor disappeared.

There are overhead lights on the side porch. People standing below will form shadows, just like shadows under street lamps.

The young man thought of using the window glass to observe Cheng Qianfan.

But he forgot his shadow.

Cheng Qianfan's performance after turning on the lamp has nothing to do with his awareness of the shadow, even if no one is secretly peeping, he will do so.

At this moment, he is playing Kentaro Miyazaki, a Japanese with a story who misses his hometown and meets his fellow countryman——

He is constantly reminding himself that he is like a precision-operated instrument with bombs, and there cannot be the slightest flaws and sloppiness.

Because you never know which step is not done well, that is, the ending will come.

……

The young man returned to Kawada Nagayoshi's side, covering his mouth and reporting in a low voice.

Kawada Nagayoshi showed a happy smile, took out the pen very quickly, wrote a line of words on the notebook, and tore off the note.

Just as he was about to put it in his pocket, he thought about it, but he stuffed the note into his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach.

'Miyazaki-kun, the task is at hand, sorry, goodbye. ' Kawada Yongji sighed inwardly.

It is extremely rare to meet fellow villagers, and he is delighted in his heart.

Kawada Yongji, who has not returned to his hometown for many years, can't wait to have a drink with Kentaro Miyazaki, but unfortunately, he has a task now, and he must not be sloppy in the slightest.

……

Cheng Qianfan was thinking.

Where did the group of Kawada Yongji come from?

Where are you going?

What is the purpose of their trip?
These are mysteries.

Although there were many questions to be solved in his mind, Cheng Qianfan still decided that unless Kawada Yongji came to contact him again, he would not have any contact with these people again.

Kawada Yongji's vigilance and caution also made Cheng Qianfan more cautious.

This is a Jitter with extremely rich fighting experience.

Cheng Qianfan did not dare to be careless.

He has to do things strictly according to the behavior of the 'wandering poet' Kentaro Miyazaki.

Kawada Yongji previously emphasized 'don't disturb them', which Kawada Yongji believes Miyazaki Kentaro can understand.

Yes, the wandering poet 'Kentaro Miyazaki' understood and cooperated.

Kawada Yongji appreciated it and thanked him on a note.

In this way, he can't and shouldn't bother Kawada Yongji anymore.

'Wandering poet', 'archaeological expert', 'historian scholar' and so on, these are the secret information he inquired about in Shanghai Tongwen College.

The school arranges Japanese students or encourages Japanese teachers and social scholars to go out to conduct research, and use similar open and legitimate identities to 'investigate' and 'gather folks' in China.

These people are really not spies.

They definitely don't engage in espionage, they do research and write reports as normal.

This is normal cultural exchange.

Therefore, the national government could not only arrest these people, but also must protect their safety, so as not to give the Japanese an excuse to expand the war.

Really humiliating.

In these studies and reports, they recorded their experiences along the way in detail, and most importantly, the accurate records of mountains and rivers, hydrology and roads.

These research materials will be sorted out by Shanghai Tongwen College, other Japanese schools, business groups, and even local universities in Japan, as 'legitimate' precious historical materials for schools and associations.

At the same time, these research materials will be secretly submitted to the Japanese Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs at the same time, and special departments will study them, and finally draw the most accurate military map.

Cheng Qianfan was analyzing himself, and he felt that it was a more reasonable choice for him to 'choose' the identity of a 'wandering poet' for Kentaro Miyazaki.

Not a spy, but actually doing work that has some kind of secret connection to spying.

This is a very flexible identity that can approach Kawada Nagayoshi without causing too much subconscious suspicion of the other party, and at the same time can freely control the degree of contact and involvement.

……

Cheng Qianfan got up and closed the door of the bunk and pulled the curtain. He turned down the brightness of the desk lamp and scribbled on the notebook.

Afterwards, he gently tore the paper on which he wrote into a lot of notes.

After thinking for a while, Cheng Qianfan tore off the blank sheets of paper at the back, stuffed it into his mouth and ate it into his stomach.

He uses a pen, which leaves a writing imprint.

He thought about it and wrote a sentence in Chinese on a blank page:

Being a stranger in a foreign land alone, Mr. Chuan sent me a pot of sake from my hometown. I am very grateful. The taste of my hometown is intoxicating.

After doing this, Cheng Qianfan pretended to go to the toilet, and when he passed the bunk next door, his eyes met one of the bodyguards and nodded slightly.

The other party didn't speak. After Cheng Qianfan walked away more than ten meters, he stood up, stretched, and told his companion that he was going to the toilet to cheer him up.

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