Li Shiqun didn't want to offend Rong Ziyi for the time being. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info he warned himself to regard the other party as a god of wealth. How can people have a reason to get along with money. So, he sincerely invited Rong Ziyi to a dinner together to achieve the purpose of enhancing the relationship between the two parties. But Rong Ziyi knows best how to provoke Li Shiqun's heart, and he can provoke Li Shiqun again with just one sentence, as long as he is willing.

Therefore, Rong Ziyi refused lightly: "I'm sorry, the beauty has an appointment." ”

"Oh? Today's dinner is attended by all senior officials of the new government. Mr. Rong doesn't love the country and loves the beauty, this beauty must be charming. I don't know, can you introduce me to it? Li Shiqun's smile looked a little obscene.

Rong Ziyi hooked the corners of his mouth: "This beauty, Director Li knows it." Seeing Li Shiqun showing a hint of surprise, he continued: "It's the head of the special high class, Fukada." We made an appointment to have dinner together at the Japanese Club. ”

Naturally, the section chief of the Japanese military department is much more important than the officials of the new government, not to mention that it is still the goal that Li Shiqun has always pursued. Hearing this, Li Shiqun's smile disappeared. Rong Ziyi didn't forget to add another sentence, and said insincerely: "It's better for Director Li to go with him." ”

"I'd better not get involved." Li Shiqun said dryly: "I'm going, I'm afraid Section Chief Fukada will be unhappy." ”

Rong Ziyi simply shrugged his shoulders, and didn't even bother to deny Li Shiqun's words, in order to save a face or two for him, and went downstairs. It's just that before he left the building, he heard the sound of the teacup falling on the floor and shattering upstairs.

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Rong Ziyi was telling the truth. Although he did not go to the Japanese club, he went directly to the Hongkou Plum Blossom Hall, a Japanese secret service commonly known as the "Plum Agency".

He asked the driver to take Zixiao home, and he was alone, talked a few words with a few Japanese soldiers guarding the gate, and was taken in directly.

It is far less spacious than No. 76, nor is it as imposing as No. 76, but the atmosphere is even more eerie, which makes people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts for no reason.

There are tall watchtowers at all four corners of the courtyard with high-wattage searchlights. Even in the middle of the night, it will be lit up as if it were daytime. The walls of the courtyard are covered with wire grids, and the asphalt floor is swept spotlessly. Except on the watchtower, there are not even patrolling guards. In the opposite building, every window is surprisingly small. It doesn't look like a window, but more like a gun hole in a military bunker. Most of the windows are black, and occasionally a few rooms are lit with blackout curtains. The surroundings are surprisingly quiet, walking on the road, you can listen to the echo of your own footsteps, and you can feel a pair of eyes that don't know where to hide, casting peeping eyes at you, staring at your back with chills down your spine and sweaty clothes.

In the corner, there were several German blackbacks, all muscular and as large as wolves, with dark eyes staring at every stranger. They don't bark, but they are alert to rush up and pounce on them at any moment.

Rong Ziyi wanted to step forward and observe them carefully. But as soon as he took two steps, the black dogs stood up silently and pricked up their ears. They all wore chains the size of their little fingers around their necks, and the chains straightened up with a metallic sound. The guards guiding him turned their heads and looked at him with reproachful eyes. He had no choice but to give up.

"Rongsang, it seems that you are very interested in these dogs." Ryoko Fukada, who heard the rumor, came out to greet her, just in time to see this scene. She was dressed today in a tan tepie stride uniform, breeches-style military trousers of the same color, and long black leather boots. He didn't wear a hat, and his long thick hair was coiled up at the back of his head. The fat powder is not applied, the military uniform is also very fit, and the dress is neat and neat, and it looks a lot taller than the original petite figure.

"Yes, I've seen a lot of these sheepdogs in Germany." Rong Ziyi still just stared at these dogs: "During World War I, they were used by the German army as military dogs and had a strong ability to work. They look fierce, but they are very intelligent and obedient. I've always wanted to own one. With that, he took two more steps closer.

Ryoko Fukada glanced at the guard, who gave a military salute and retreated. Fukada also went in the direction of Rong Ziyi. Seeing a familiar person coming, the blackbacks were not so fierce, and one of them wagged his tail slightly.

"Sure enough." Rong Ziyi smiled slightly. He beckoned Ryoko Fukada to come close to him, took Fukada's hand, and the two slowly approached the fierce dogs together: "It is said that this German Shepherd can reach the IQ of a seven-year-old child if it is taught well. I think it's nice to have a pet as a family. You see! ”

Several of the dogs showed obvious puzzled expressions, tilted their heads, as if in thought, and the leash also loosened an arc. This appearance made Rong Ziyi laugh: "Sometimes the most ferocious things have a cute side. ”

Ryoko Fukada didn't feel anything funny, but Rong Ziyi's smile infected her, and she didn't feel it: "I didn't expect Rong Sang to like dogs so much." ”

"How do you say that, dogs are man's most loyal friends. A little bit of you are nice to it, it will be remembered for a lifetime. In today's society, it is difficult to find this kind of loyalty in the interaction between people. Therefore, we have to develop from the same kind of mammals to other mammals except humans. "Rong Ziyi is quite philosophical. As if suddenly realizing something, he said, "I want to apologize to you, I seem to be a little unreasonable. Rong Ziyi no longer glanced at those dogs, bowed slightly to Ryoko Fukada, and walked side by side towards the office building: "The first time I came to this mysterious plum agency, I was only interested in a few dogs, I'm afraid there is no one more stupid than me in the world." ”

Ryoko Fukada smiled, "Ei-sang said with a smile. You're the smartest person I've ever met. This building is full of old-fashioned, old-fashioned, and old-fashioned people, relatively speaking, it is really not necessarily more interesting than these dogs. ”

As the two were talking, there was a rustle of footsteps in the courtyard. I saw four or five Japanese soldiers pushing a few wooden carts along the fence and walking towards the backyard. There were several bags of marijuana on each car. The weight was obviously not light, and the soldiers pushed hard. The wheels of the wooden cart were spinning and turning, lining the stiff and expressionless faces of the Japanese soldiers, and it was indescribably mysterious and strange. Suddenly, a wooden cart jolted, and a sack on the cart shifted to the side, opening an opening, revealing a piece of white flowers. It was a small foot, half of which was white, and its toenails were painted bright red, as if it had been stained with a few specimens of blood. It's just that the foot and the leg have long lost their vitality, and they are just straight and stiff.