When Fang Buwei passed by, Konoe Masao tilted his head slightly and looked at him vigilantly.

This is just a knee-jerk action, and it has nothing to do with Fang Buwei's identity.

In the drizzly and misty dusk, there are few pedestrians in the Confucius Temple, and most of the shops are closed, and everyone who appears will alert Masao Konoe.

It wasn't until Fang Buwei disappeared into the fog that Masao Konoe turned around and walked to the car parked at the back door of the restaurant.

Fang Buwei walked forward for more than ten meters, put away his umbrella, and entered a shop that bought yellow paper incense candles.

As the footsteps got closer, the leader of the guard saw a figure through the thick fog and gradually became clear.

A blue-gray robe with patches on it, old cloth shoes with a wide mouth, and a pair of glasses on the bridge of the nose.

It looks a little bookish, but looking at the clothes on his body, he is a little poor and sour.

There are many people like Confucius Temple, who either sell books, or sell books and paintings, and some write letters for others.

The head of the guard didn't see where this person looked a little like a Japanese spy, but Fang Buwei said that he was, then it must be.

Walking to the side of the car, Masao Konoe stopped, took off his glasses, and wiped the moisture on them.

The leader of the guard drew his pistol, opened the safe, held it in his right hand, looked at Masao Konoe, and looked around vigilantly.

The fog was so great that he couldn't see if there were still people hiding nearby.

Glancing at the head of the guards in the car, Masao Konoe put on his glasses again, walked around to the street, and walked towards the front door of the restaurant.

Seeing that no one showed up around, the head of the guard put away his pistol and stretched his hand back, "Where's the medicine!" ”

There was also a doctor sitting in the back row, sleeping in a daze.

"It's not time!" The doctor opened his eyes and looked at his watch.

"I'll send him in early!" The head of the guard returned.

The doctor turned around, took out a medicine box from behind his seat, opened it, took out several white tablets of various sizes, wrapped them in a piece of paper, and handed them to the head of the guards.

The leader of the guards casually put it in his pocket and picked up a water glass next to his seat.

Lin Zi'an is afraid that he is hungry, right?

The head of the guard thought secretly.

After going out, let alone eating, Lin Zi'an didn't dare to take a sip of the water outside.

It can be seen how important the heart of prevention is!

The leader of the guards got out of the car with a glass of water, and quickly changed two of the pills while the doctor was not paying attention.

As soon as he entered the back door, Masao Konoe had just arrived at the front door.

Just by glancing at it, the head of the guard lowered his head and handed the small paper bag and water cup to Lin Zi'an.

"Sir, it's time to take your medicine!" The head of the guard reminded.

"Not even seven?" Lin Zi'an looked at his watch.

"The doctor said that you are moving a lot today, and the effect of the medicine is losing faster than usual...... "The guard explained.

Lin Zi'an naturally understood this truth, and did not doubt him, so he took the paper package, took out the pills in it and swallowed it in one gulp.

The water in the cup was already cold, but Lin Zi'an was so happy that there was not a drop left to drink.

Xing Mingde glanced at Lin Zi'an coldly.

Although he didn't know what the reason was, he could obviously sense that Lin Zi'an had been guarding against him all along.

None of the supplements and ingredients brought in the morning appeared on the lunch table......

Masao Konoe put down the umbrella and shook the rain on it a few times, but the umbrella cover was not closed, and it was easily covered on Xing Mingsheng's paper umbrella.

The Lord is coming!

Xing Mingsheng looked at Masao Konoe, then turned his head and looked at Lin Zi'an.

When Konoe Masao took off his top hat and showed his face, Lin Zi'an's pupils shrank sharply.

Although Masao Konoe wore makeup, how could Lin Zian not recognize him.

This is his own uncle.

I should have thought of it a long time ago.

The badges of Konoe Zhonghe have appeared, and Konoe Masao appeared in Nanjing, what's so strange?

Eight years ago, under the arrangement of Konoe Nakawa, Konoe Masao was sent to the northeast and entered the intelligence department of the investigation department of the Manchurian Railway Company to engage in spy activities.

Four years ago, after graduating from the special service school of the Japanese Military Investigation Department, he met him once after he was sent to North Korea.

He didn't expect that when the uncle and nephew met again, it would be in the capital of the enemy country?

With just a slight glance, Konoe Masao looked away and sat down at a table next to Lin Zi'an.

"Boss, two baked cakes, please wrap them!" Konoe shouted at the back kitchen.

There is a hint of a northeastern accent that you can't hear at all if you don't listen carefully.

Xing Mingsheng's ears moved slightly.

Fang Buwei mentioned during the special training that the most basic point of the Japanese spies who dared to go to Nanjing was to be able to speak Chinese.

However, not every Japanese spy is a Chinese expert, and it is impossible for all of them to speak Chinese correctly, and they will have a little accent.

Fang Buwei told them that if they met someone with a Northeast accent, they should pay more attention.

Because most of the Japanese spies' Chinese language was learned from the Northeast......

As soon as he thought of Fang Buwei, Xing Mingsheng felt a little stuffy in his chest.

How did you get to where you are today?

"The baked cakes have already been sold out, and there is duck blood vermicelli soup, do you want it?" The boss lifted the short curtain and glanced at Masao Konoe with disdain.

The most sour scholars in the Confucius Temple are not diligent, and the grains are not divided, which is no better than beggars.

Konoe Masao didn't speak, but just pointed to Zilin Zi'an's table.

"If you want to eat soup, you will have bread, but you don't buy bread separately......"

"You're watching people put on dishes...... "Konoe Masao said angrily.

"Then there is no way!" The boss spread his hands, "Want to eat cheaper?" You go out and look for ......."

"Stop fighting!" Lin Zi'an knocked on the table impatiently, pointed to the fact that there was still a lot of food left on the table, and said to the boss of the restaurant, "It's not easy to get cold, take these in and heat them up, and serve them ......to him."

"Good, good!" The boss immediately bent down.

Although Lin Zi'an ate most of the things at this table, he couldn't help but be generous, just occupied a seat, and gave him several pieces of ocean.

"Sir is so polite!" Masao Konoe rubbed his hands together, looking grateful.

"No thanks, it's a waste if you can't finish eating!" Lin Zi'an pointed to the guards again and brought over a few cold foods on the table.

Masao Konoe said thank you repeatedly, walked over quickly, and took the plate from the hand of a guard.

Lin Zi'an stared at him with burning eyes, slightly guarded.

Not to mention uncles and nephews, in the Japanese aristocratic upper class, family interests are involved, and it is not uncommon for fathers and sons to kill each other, and brothers to fight.

What's more, in the eyes of the family, what he did had seriously threatened the prestige of the head of the family.

Even if he sent his father to kill him, Lin Zi'an would not be surprised.