January 15, 1943. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Truk station.

There is no remnant of joy in the garrison after the New Year, on the contrary, the assassination attempt four months ago, which represents the official start of war with the deep-sea fleet, has become a psychological shadow for this garrison.

If it was only a sacrifice of 200 garrison soldiers, it would not have left such a deep mark. Nagato's defeat in the battle with the enemy was the most fatal point, she had been the soul of the entire team since the original first warband, but unfortunately Nagato was defeated that day.

Walking along the coastal embankment alone, Nagato no longer has the staff team that was in Kure Harbor by his side. This morning, when she took the sword to practice kendo as she had done in the past, she realized that due to her negligence, there were conspicuous signs of wear and tear on the sword. It's only been 10 months since he was exiled to Truk, but one thing after another is gradually wearing away at Nagato's faith.

For whom should we continue to fight? She could only think that she would continue to work at the Truk station for the sake of the empty goal of the Japanese Empire.

There is always more than one person who is confused, and Nagato met Keiji Nishikawa, who lost a drifting bottle, on the coast, and is now a young man in the Truk Garrison Brigade, who is considered a cronie promoted by Nagato.

"Commander Nagato?" Keiji Nishikawa didn't expect Nagato to appear behind him, and realized that the other party was puzzled by his behavior of throwing the drifting bottle, so he hurriedly stepped forward to explain. "The bottle is full of grumbling stationery, and there is absolutely no information about the station."

"Don't be nervous, it's normal to be bored in the Truk station, and find something to vent your emotions." Nagato didn't bother to check what was written in the other party's bottle. In her eyes, Keiji Nishikawa is an ordinary person who is timid and afraid of death, although it is not of great use, it is still okay to be a helper by her side.

Nagato motioned for the other party to continue throwing the bottle, and she sat down on the reef next to her. "You're taking a turn off today?"

Keiji Nishikawa didn't understand why Nagato didn't stay in the town guard mansion, but ran to the beach to spread around, but the other party asked to leave her alone, and of course he didn't care. "Yes, I thought there was nothing else to do, so I just got up early and came out to throw the drifting bottle."

He used to be a gambler, but he was "hacked" and sent to the Truk station, not to mention the casino, where it takes a lot of effort to even want to drink a glass of wine. When there was no entertainment, he learned from the veteran to write some grumbling words and throw them out in a drifting bottle. After trying it a few times, he felt it was a good way to relieve loneliness and stress.

"Remember last week, when a tropical storm damaged the station's communication tower, has it been repaired now?"

For this group of soldiers stationed overseas, the opportunity to send a telegram to their families once a month is more precious than eating fresh vegetables, and Nagato is very concerned about the living conditions of her subordinates, and she can only meet this need.

"The repair is repaired, but the signal is often not working at the moment. Probably not enough to meet the needs of all soldiers. Keiji Nishikawa said as he threw out the last drifting bottle in his hand. He suddenly felt that the troubles in his heart were much less, knowing that it was just a simple psychological suggestion, and he believed that it could bring results.

Nagato paid attention to Keiji Nishikawa's bottle throwing, but she didn't expect Keiji Nishikawa, who was listless to do anything on weekdays, to jump up happily. "Your hometown is in Okinawa?"

"My ancestors were in Satsuma Prefecture, and my grandfather was one of the first immigrants to Okinawa. It was relatively backward, and even if the telegram was sent, the delivery man had to walk a long mountain road. So every time I send a telegram to my family, I feel a sense of guilt. "When it comes to his family, Keiji Nishikawa is very proud, and people from Satsuma have the spirit of going to sea to fight.

The bottle that was thrown out was knocked back by a wave and the wind began to blow on the sea.

"Leave it to me."

Nagato stepped forward and brought the drifting bottle, and wanted to throw it out as hard as the other party, but considering the strength of her force, she immediately changed the way.

"You're a graduate of Kure Harbor Naval Academy, right? Why didn't you follow Sanjo Kirin and the others into the dock that day? ”

At the same time as Nagato asked, another wave came, slightly overshadowing her voice, but Keiji Nishikawa still heard it clearly.

The bottle was thrown out by Nagato like a bowling ball, and disappeared into the sea in the blink of an eye.

“…… I...... I don't understand what you're talking about. ”

"Pretending to be stupid? Xihe-kun, it's okay if you don't want to answer me. But if you continue to hide it, no matter how much you throw away the drifting bottle, you're just lying to yourself. ”

Nagato didn't force the other party, strictly speaking, no matter how many secrets she knew now, it didn't make much sense.

"At the Truk station, you are safe. If you're willing to speak up and tell me, no one can spread it. ”

Keiji Nishikawa didn't dare to say it, because it didn't just involve the organization behind him, but also several friends who had passed away, one was the behind-the-scenes controller of the plot against Nagato's faction, and the other party was now the enemy of humanity, and the former Mito Hyozaburo was still the one who defeated Nagato at the Truk station. He will not let go of his words and say it because of his cowardice, and his timidity dooms him to do nothing.

Nagato sighed and returned to the embankment without looking back. "Since you don't want to say it, the truth behind it involves many people and things, right? Forget it, go back with me, the wind is blowing. ”

"Yes." Keiji Nishikawa took the bamboo basket that had previously filled the bottles and struggled to climb up the embankment. "I'd like to see the training of the newly recruited indigenous militia, so I'm not going to go with you."

The lies made up by Keiji Nishikawa were very unlevel, and the training of recruits was not under his control, and it was only an activity organized by individual officers in the station to communicate with the locals. Keiji Nishikawa cares about this kind of thing, so there is a ghost.

"Oh, stay safe, there may be poisonous snakes in the jungle."

Nagato walked slowly back to the town guard's mansion, at least throwing the drifting bottle was a good way to relieve stress.

Keiji Nishikawa saw Nagato walking away, his face couldn't help but become gloomy, what he was afraid of still happened, Nagato knew his secret. In this way, the way back and forth to the organization can be regarded as being cut off, and the "black" originally had the idea of getting rid of him, and if he couldn't even do it as a spy in the Truk station, he would definitely be disposed of by the "black".

The only option left is to leave the organization completely and follow Nagato, but if Nagato learns the truth, he feels that he will not be able to survive.

Both paths are dead ends, and the only good news is that he doesn't have to rush to choose, as long as Nagato doesn't force him, he can keep pretending to be stupid.

The first thing Keiji Nishikawa did when he returned to his residence was to lock the door and search drawer by drawer for anything that might be grabbed by someone else. Letters sent to the organization are handed over to credible informants, and the letters received are destroyed as soon as they are received. Nagato shouldn't have found out he was a spy.

Just as Keiji Nishikawa was panicking to find out where he was exposed, the glass window behind him suddenly opened, and the cold sea breeze poured in.

Turning his head, he only saw Long Tian jumping in from the window.

"No need to rummage. Even if there is a flaw, is it useful for you to hide it now? "Long Tian didn't bring anyone with her, she came alone." Nagato guessed that you would be sorting out your things in a panic, so I asked you to let you know. Don't do meaningless things, you are good to be the junior of your garrison, she will not care about your multiple identities. ”

After finishing speaking, Tatsuda ignored Keiji Nishikawa, who was too frightened to move, and jumped down the second floor through the window. "Fortify the windows, the next storm is coming."

It's dead.

There was only one thought left in Nishikawa's mind, and he wouldn't believe that Nagato would tolerate a hand-picked cronie being a spy sent by another organization. Nagato was a traditional samurai officer, and the samurai should have different intentions for his subordinates, and of course he would cut off the head of the opponent with a knife without reason.

It's all over.

Nagato had already made some moves, and only a few hours later, he sent Tatsuda to deliver the message. It is likely that he continued not to tell everything he knew as Nagato suggested, and that the next time he broke into his house would be his own subordinates.

The captain of the garrison is suspected of leaking the secrets of the station, and no one will pity him if he says it.

Keiji Nishikawa didn't want to die, and he always made it his first goal to live. He stopped tidying up his room, pulled a cigarette from under his pillow, and lit it for himself.

Enjoying a brief moment of pleasure, Keiji Nishikawa seemed to have made up his mind and snuffed out the half-burned cigarette in the ashtray.

"I can't be blamed for that...... You forced me! ”

Keiji Nishikawa checked his rifle, which contained 20 rounds. He rummaged through the closet and found a few pieces of clothing, plus a few boxes of canned food, matches, kerosene bottles and other necessities for survival, and squeezed them into a carrying suitcase. Under the bed were two sharp knives and a few gold bars, which he had hidden in the compartment on the side of the suitcase.

Preparing his luggage, Keiji Nishikawa ran out of the residence without hesitation, didn't even close the door, and went straight along the path to the jungle area.

Although his reason had been swallowed up by fear, he still had a vague plan. On a regular basis, the joint personnel sent by the organization come by supply ship, and secretly get on the ship at that time, trying to deceive the other party into believing that the "black" needs him to return to China secretly, and if the other party is greedy for money, he can also use gold to win over.

If the plan to abscond fails, he is also ready to live in the jungle for the rest of his life.

When it came to life and death, he didn't care about anything, and the demon barrier that was afraid of death made him do the most stupid thing.

"Chief Xihe, where are you going?"

Unfortunately, before he could run out of the accommodation area, he was spotted by the guards guarding the door.

With one foot already in the fence and a carrying case in his hand, anyone can guess what he's doing. The guards looked friendly and came over to say hello, but Keiji Nishikawa didn't believe that the other party didn't doubt him.

"I ...... Come out and breathe, no, look at how nervous I am, habitually keeping secrets. Keiji Nishikawa wanted to throw away the carrying case in his hand at this moment, and the box was already a bomb strapped to him.

Forcibly maintaining his composure, Keiji Nishikawa retracted his stepped foot, "I was approached for help by an indigenous friend, whose family was suffering from parasitic diseases and was in an urgent condition. I couldn't get in touch with the doctors at the station, so I decided to help myself. I have attended medical school in China for a few years, and I am quite good at infectious diseases. ”

Talking nonsense that he didn't even believe in himself on weekdays, Keiji Nishikawa looked at his watch, it was already 10:45, and it was about to be dinner time, and there would definitely be more retired soldiers walking around.

"Time is pressing, so I'll only explain it verbally to Commander Nagato."

Keiji Nishikawa was about to say something more, but the guard who stopped him nodded in understanding. "Chief Xihe, please don't get me wrong, I just wonder why you didn't go through the main gate. You're the captain of the garrison, can someone arrest you? ”

After the other party said it, Nishikawa Keiji remembered that the guards in the officer's accommodation area were also under his jurisdiction, and the other party was only a first-class soldier, and he was the superior of his superior, so what was there to panic about.