By the time the warship arrived at Shimonoseki, it was late at night.

Fang Buwei walked out of the room, stood on the deck and looked out, the entire harbor was surrounded by water, and all of them were soldiers with loaded guns.

The costume is very ordinary, all German-style ordnance, it seems that it should be the division of the Central Army, but there is no logo on the badge, so Fang Buwei can't recognize which part it is.

Yu Erjun walked to the front, accompanied by an American in civilian clothes, Fang Buwei had never seen it, and it was estimated that he should be the officer in charge of the escort of this trip.

Yu Erjun was followed by Ye Wuxiang, sitting in a wheelchair and pushed by an American nurse.

Behind them, there are Yin Zhiwen, Ye Shaozhen and others.

Fang Buwei carried a medicine box and followed behind. Xiao Zaiming also pretended to be a guard and mixed in the bodyguard group.

After getting off the boat and walking in the passage surrounded by soldiers, Fang Buwei glanced at it from a distance, and was slightly startled when he saw the representative who greeted Yu Erjun.

He actually knew.

It is Qian Muyin, the director of the chamberlain, and the cronies of the chairman.

According to Yu Erjun's identity, such specifications are also appropriate.

But when he looked outside, Fang's heart shrank violently.

Standing next to Qian Muyin, it turned out to be Gu Zhenlong and Chen Chao?

What are they running to join in?

But in an instant, Fang Buwei understood.

The people in charge of the guards around are definitely the elite of the military police guard regiment, and those who are in charge of the perimeter may also have the police department.

It seems that not only the Americans attach importance to it, but also the national government.

Just glanced at it, Fang Buwei lowered his head, took two quick steps, and stood with the doctor.

All the entourage and bodyguards were left on the deck first, and Qian Muyin, Gu Zhenlong, and Chen Chao accompanied Yu Erjun out of the port.

Seeing Gu Zhenlong's back, Fang Buwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if it is easy to look, there is no way to change the figure. If Gu Zhenlong inadvertently glanced at himself and saw himself, it was hard to guarantee that he would not have a familiar feeling.

Yu Erjun and Ye Wuxiang and the others left the port, and it was almost half an hour before someone came over to arrange the rest of the personnel.

Fang Buwei didn't know the officer who led the way, but when he left the port, he scolded angrily when he saw the two people standing in front of a long trolley and was specially responsible for arranging the remaining personnel.

A major general officer in a military uniform was reading his name with a piece of paper, and a colonel was standing next to him, arranging the entourage of Yu Erjun and others into the car one by one.

It was Liu Anqiang who read the name, and it was Zhao Shirui who arranged the personnel one by one.

Damn, I'm afraid of something.

These two are not familiar with each other, and the point is that no matter which one they are, they are not fuel-efficient lamps.

Liu Anqiang is in charge of supervision, and he is still in the military police department that specializes in military discipline, so he has naturally developed a pair of sharp eyes.

Not to mention Zhao Shirui, the old spy leader.

Fang Buwei is not afraid that they will recognize them on the spot, but such a person has the most acute intuition, and when he sees himself at first sight, he may feel familiar, and he will naturally deepen his impression in his subconscious.

But after a day or two, after he quietly left, the two of them would naturally be suspicious when they saw that the character was gone.

Maybe one day, it will be associated with yourself.

It's special, I can only bite the bullet.

Fang Buwei bent down slightly, pretending to be a little rickety, his legs slightly outward, and his walking posture became a figure outside.

"Zhao Xiansheng, Doctor Zhao......" Liu Anqiang shouted as he looked at the list and searched through the crowd.

Fang Buwei shook his shoulders, pretending that the box was about to slide down, and picked it up with his other hand.

When the palm of his hand covered his face, Fang Buwei answered, and when his hand was lowered, he lowered his head again.

All the movements are incredibly natural.

"This way, please!" Zhao Shirui stood by the car door and shouted.

Fang Buwei didn't dare to raise his head, suppressed his throat in response, lowered his head and got into the car.

Fortunately, Zhao Shirui was arranging the doctor behind him again, and he didn't notice him.

Fang Buwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As for Xiao Zaiming, Fang is not worried.

Neither the Gendarmerie Command nor the National Police Agency were familiar with him, and with his makeup, it was basically impossible for him to be recognized.

Fortunately, the driver and the guards standing outside the car are all fresh faces, otherwise they would not have to collapse.

The convoy sped all the way without any pauses and drove directly to the presidential palace.

In order to prevent the Japanese from carrying out assassination and sabotage, the Nanjing government can be said to have made great efforts. He also attached great importance to Erjun's entourage, and even arranged all of them to the Central Hotel.

Fang Buwei frowned.

With such a high standard of guards, it is not a problem for him to escape quietly, but what should Xiao Zaiming do?

The car door was opened, and Fang Buwei was calm and followed the doctor out of the car.

The car was parked in front of the hotel, and there were guards standing on both sides.

Behind the guard, there was a small shop, which was still lit at this time.

Fang Buwei subconsciously glanced at it, and when he saw the face of the guy in the store, his heart sank again.

It turned out to be He Qingnan and Lu Kaishan?

It was only at this time that he remembered that there was indeed such a station of the party investigation office at the entrance of the Central Hotel in the presidential palace, and all the people on duty at ordinary times were senior personnel of the party investigation office.

They are mainly responsible for monitoring all the people entering and leaving the central hotel, while tapping all the telephones in the hotel and receiving emergency calls from all over the place in a timely manner.

Three years ago, on the night of the defection of Gu Liming, one of the persons in charge of the special department, Qian Longjie, who was then He Qingnan's confidential secretary, happened to be on duty for He Qingnan here, and inadvertently received a top-secret telegram indirectly, and notified the Shanghai side in time, so as to avoid major losses.

If it weren't for him, China's modern history would definitely be rewritten.

He Qingnan and Lu Kaishan were just observing, and did not come forward to interrogate, which made Fang Buwei breathe a sigh of relief.

There was also a special greeting staff at the door, who was arranging rooms for the entourage, so there were a lot of stranded people, and He Qingnan and Lu Kaishan's eyes just glanced at Fang Buwei's body and moved away.

Fang Buwei didn't squint, and followed the doctor into the hotel unhurriedly. During the whole process, he stood on the left side of the doctor, just avoiding the eyes of He Qingnan and Lu Kaishan.

Because of its proximity to the Presidential Palace, the Central Hotel has only three floors due to security considerations. Yu Erjun and several important personnel lived on the top floor, and the rest of the personnel were arranged on the second floor.

When I went up to the second floor, I saw the guards at the entrance and exit and the people wearing the clothes of the service staff, handing out the keys one by one, Fang Buwei wanted to scold his mother.

This floor is all staffed by spies.

Some of them were from the special battalion of the gendarmerie command, and some were from the special services.

Quan Teh is an acquaintance.

It was Xing Mingsheng who issued the key, as well as Ye Xingzhong, Feng Jiashan, and Zheng Litao.

Less than ten meters away, Gao Sizhong was talking to someone from the gendarmerie special service battalion with his hands behind his back.

Obviously, they are all their own people, but Fang Buwei feels like he has entered a wolf's den.