Early the next morning, Sorge apartment.

"It's too chaotic outside, the special high class, the police town, and the security forces are all moving, what the hell is going on?!" A diminutive Japanese man was sitting across from Sorge, his face full of anxiety.

"Ozaki-kun, you don't have to worry, Vigilant Town isn't coming for us." Sorge had a pipe in his mouth, and his loose pajamas exposed half of his chest, and he looked very relaxed and relaxed.

"Richard, could it have something to do with the guy you made me stare at?" Ozaki stared into Sorge's eyes.

"I don't know," Sorge shook his head very dryly, "In short, Ozaki-kun, you should be careful during this time, temporarily stop all intelligence activities, and at the same time mobilize the relationship of the newspaper to inquire about it and see if there is any .........."

Before he finished speaking, the telephone bell next to him suddenly rang, Sorge picked up the phone and began to answer, gradually, his face began to be serious, at first he just nodded frequently, then began to answer a few words briefly, and finally, he replied a few words "yes" in Russian, and when he put down the microphone, his face was already sinking like water.

"Ozaki-kun, you go back first, you can call if you have anything." Sorge put down the phone and looked at Ozaki.

"Good!" Ozaki said yes and exited the house.

Sorge picked up the half-smoked pipe on the table, took a hard breath, opened his mouth, and spit out several huge smoke rings, Sorge stared at the rising smoke, and muttered to himself:

"Geng, you've given me another big problem!"

Looking down and pondering for a moment, Sorge seemed to have made up his mind, walked briskly outside the house, and knocked on the next room.

In the room, Zhu Muyun and Yuzhen were still talking, obviously, the abnormal situation in Tokyo made both of them worried, seeing Sorge pushing the door in, Zhu Muyun took the lead in saying: "Richard, is there any news?" ”

"Yes, a good news and a bad news, which one to listen to first?" Sorge laughed.

"Richard, now is not the time to joke." Zhu Muyun smiled bitterly, and the look of Yu Zhen next to him was even more urgent.

"The good news is that they didn't catch anyone," Sorge saw that Zhu Muyun and Yuzhen's expressions were relaxed, and then his face pulled and he said: "The bad news is that Geng's killing of Makarov was known by the above." ”

Zhu Muyun's expression froze, but Yu Zhen asked inexplicably: "Makarov, who is he?" ”

"He is the head of the Fourth Intelligence Bureau of the Red Army in Harbin, and his former boss," Sorge replied with a wry smile, "Four years ago, Geng killed him when he infiltrated the special high school, thus gaining the complete trust of the Japanese. And just last night, someone called the embassy and reported the matter, and asked me to investigate it in detail. ”

"This ........" Yuzhen's face turned pale all of a sudden.

The Japanese have not yet escaped the round-up, and now Geng Chaozhong is facing the malice of the Soviets, and his situation can be said to be extremely dangerous!

"It's been four years, how can we investigate?" Over there, Zhu Muyun pouted disapprenously, "Besides, this is Tokyo, even if the investigation is clear, what can we do?" ”

"No, the matter is much more serious than you think," Sorge shook his head, "In the original intelligence source, it was not said that Geng was Chinese, and still called him Date Nosuke, a renegade agent of the Special High Division, but after receiving the report from the embassy, he sent someone to contact Andrei, and Andrei told him about helping Geng Chaozhong escape, that is, the relationship between us and Geng was already known." ”

"This ........" Zhu Muyun's expression became grim.

If the above already knew that Sorge and Geng Chaozhong had known each other for a long time, then the matter would have become complicated, in other words, there was every reason for Sorge to capture Geng Chaozhong through some kind of trapping!

"What did you say above?" After Zhu Muyun's mind turned around a few times, he finally asked.

"The above asked me if I knew that Geng had killed Makarov, and I replied that I didn't know, but I had some simple cooperation with Geng in Manchuria in the early years, and then they gave an order for me to use my relationship with Geng to trap him back to the Soviet Union for interrogation!" Sorge's face was a little heavy.

"Richard, what are you going to do?" Zhu Muyun stared at Sorge's eyes, and Yuzhen on the side also looked unkind.

"Oh my friend, please don't look at me like that," Sorge shrugged his shoulders and shook his head with a wry smile, "I admire Geng, and I won't ruin our friendship if I have any possibility, but what I'm afraid of is that once Geng is caught by the Japanese, he ........."

"He's not going to get caught." Zhu Muyun and Yu Zhen spoke at the same time.

"Haha, I think so too," Sorge smiled, "but if I can reach him, I must tell him that it is better not to go back to Nanjing." ”

"Why?" The two asked in unison.

"Because, once he escapes back to Nanjing, the Soviet Union will definitely send a note to Nanjing, asking Nanjing to hand over Makarov's murderer, and according to the current situation, Nanjing will probably not refuse the Union's demands." Sorge shrugged.

Zhu Muyun's face sank suddenly, and Yu Zhen was even more helpless.

Sorge was right, the Nanking government was now under unprecedented pressure from Japan, and urgently needed to sign a mutual assistance treaty with the Soviet Union to counter the Japanese encroachment in Manchuria and North China, and the negotiations between the two countries had been going on for several years, and had just made some progress.

"My old friend, and this beautiful lady, please don't worry too much," Sorge waved his hand, "Geng is a smart man, and as you can see from his refusal to come into contact with us, he has always been quite wary of killing Makarov, so I'm afraid he won't contact us." ”

"But, Andre also knows about this, and now, Andre is afraid that he has gone to arrest him!" Yuzhen blurted out.

"I'll tell André not to act rashly," Sorge looked at Tamajin with his blue, emotional eyes, "so you don't have to be so nervous." ”

"Then, I beg you, inform Andrei now." Yuzhen still didn't dare to relax.

"Okay, I'll do this," Sorge nodded, and was just about to get up when the butler's voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Richard, someone downstairs wants to see you." ”

Sorge agreed, walked to the window, then turned his head again, looked at Yuzhen and said:

"No need, Andrei is already here."