Night.

Near the embassy road by the Yangtze River in Nanjing, a pedestrian wearing a cyan robe and a top hat is wandering in an almost empty neighborhood.

"Momiji, you're here."

An old Japanese voice came from the room, and an old man in a Japanese kimono with a comb in his hair looked at the person who had broken into the room.

"It's me."

The man in the long shirt nodded, his straight collar covering the lower half of his cheeks, while the upper half of his face was covered with round-framed sunglasses - no one knows how he found this place when he walked in sunglasses at night.

"This year, you have hardly brought us any news, Momiji-kun, have you forgotten your mission?" The old Japanese man on the other side was still speaking slowly, but everyone could hear the dissatisfaction in his words.

"申し訳ございません(I'm very sorry)!"

The man in sunglasses bent straight like a ruler, and then he continued in Japanese with straight words: "I have my own difficulties, during this time, I am not in Nanjing, I have been lurking in Jiangxi, for the Fuxing Society Secret Service to carry out the mission of spying on the secrets of the Red Party, where the mountains are high and dense, and communication is not easy, so I can only wait until I return to Nanjing to make contact. ”

"Hmm," the wrinkles on the old man's face stretched slightly, "Momiji, I accept your explanation. But do you know what the Renaissance Society is doing right now? ”

"I just arrived in Nanjing, and found that the secret service was celebrating the achievement, and Yishi reported that Zhang Jingyao was assassinated at the Liuguo Hotel, and I suspect that this incident was done by the secret service, and the mission should be Zheng Jimin and Wang Tianmu from the Beiping Station of the Fuxing Society." The man in sunglasses, Momiji, replied.

"That's right," the old man nodded, "Zhang Jingyao is an important pawn of the empire through North China, and his killing this time can be described as a very huge loss to us, Mr. Tu Feiyuan is very angry, and the consequences are very serious." ”

"Understood, what needs to be done from me." The man in sunglasses nodded.

"It's still Zhang Jingyao," the old Japanese man weighed the words, "When he came to Beiping, he carried a huge sum of 7 million yuan, and a week before he died, he had spent at least 3 million yuan, and at least 3 million oceans were locked in the safe in his room at the Liuguo Hotel, but after his death, the money suddenly disappeared." ”

"The Secret Service took it?" Autumn leaves open.

"No, the killers of the Secret Service can't take it away," the old man shook his head, "The safe was not opened by those killers in a short period of time, not to mention, the only one who knows the password of the safe is Zhang Jingyao himself." ”

"That?" Momiji's expression froze slightly.

Zhang Jingyao was killed on the spot, and only he knew the password, how did the money disappear?

"That safe, you can open it with a password, but you can also open it with a key," the old man's deep voice came, "and those two keys are not in Zhang Jingyao's hands, but by his two adjutants, one for each of them, and they are kept separately." ”

"In other words, the two lieutenants opened the safe and absconded with the money?" Momiji said in surprise.

"That's right," the old man's voice showed hatred, "Those two lieutenants are Zhang Jingyao's personal entourage, but the empire is not completely unprepared, Zhang Jingyao and the families of those two lieutenants are all in Fengtian, and they are under our strict supervision, but who knows........"

The face of the man in sunglasses suddenly became gloomy, and he understood.

People die for money, birds die for food, 3 million oceans are enough for some people to abandon their families and businesses, wives and children!

"What about the two lieutenants?"

After a moment of silence, the man in sunglasses, Momiji, finally asked.

"Missing," said the old man, "this money, the special service of the Fuxing Society must also be trying to find a way, although there is little hope, but China is their territory after all, and they are more sure of finding those two people than us." “

"You mean?" Momiji's gaze froze.

"That's right," the old man bowed slightly, "Mr. Tsuchihara sent an urgent telegram, using all his strength to track down the whereabouts of those two, and you are in the secret service, maybe you can get close to the water and get the moon first." ”

"Understood, I will definitely find a way to find out about this matter and recover a huge amount of money for the empire!" Momiji replied sonorously.

"Okay," the old man nodded with satisfaction, "Your identity is special, Mr. Tsuchihara and Sato Daisa have reminded me many times that they are not allowed to inquire in detail about your position and origin, but this time the situation is special, if you have anything to need, you can not consider this for the time being." ”

"Okay, is there anything else? I can't stay longer. Momiji raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"No," the old man nodded, but his tone seemed a little hesitant, "By the way, there is one more thing, there is a recent shipment of goods from Beiping to Nanjing, if possible, you can inquire about the time and route of this shipment." ”

"Understood, farewell."

Momiji didn't ask much and turned to leave, but, no one noticed, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

........

When I went out, it was already drizzling outside—it was a rainy season in Nanjing, May. The man in sunglasses, Momiji, opened an oil-paper umbrella and sneaked along the embassy road, and within half an hour, he came to the front of a Western-style house, and then quietly sneaked in.

Take off your coat and sunglasses, a young and slightly calm face appears in the light, this face, at first glance, is not so handsome, and can even be said to be a typical passerby face, but if you think about it carefully, you can taste a little bit of taste - if you describe it in one sentence, it is not obvious that it is handsome.

"Hehe, Fang Tu, Geng Chaozhong, Red Leaves," the young man muttered to himself, "Sometimes, I almost forget who I am........."

The young man took off his clothes and threw them on the sofa in the living room, under the tight white vest, there was a muscular tendon meat, the year of the Tiger Bridge, did not destroy his will, let alone destroy his body, on the contrary, like pig iron tempered by flames, now he is more like a shining piece of cold steel.

Dressed in a trouser vest, he climbed up to the second floor of the bungalow.

The second floor of the bungalow was not the top floor, and he climbed a narrow staircase again, and finally came to the attic on the third floor—it looked more like a storeroom covered with gray layers, and the young man smiled and skillfully took out a small dark green box from a pile of miscellaneous items, and then pulled out an antenna, gently pushed open the narrow window, and hung the antenna outside—after some work, the red indicator light of the small box finally began to shine.

But he didn't pick up the huge headphones next to him, but first unscrewed the radio next to him, his fingers gently rubbed the knob, as if he was adjusting something, and after a while, an impassioned female voice finally came from the radio:

"After eight months of fierce fighting, the Chinese Soviet People's Revolutionary Government annihilated nearly three divisions of the Kuomintang army, captured more than 10,000 people, and captured more than 10,000 guns of various kinds.

........

In the quiet of the night, in the small and cluttered storage room, a man in a white vest leaned against the wall and squinted, the corners of his mouth slightly curled - for a so-called spy who was always in a complicated environment, this was already his simplest and purest happiness.......