What's the solution? ”

Geng Chaozhong was lying in the dormitory, chewing a sugar cube from Xiangzi's coffee in his mouth.

It's been almost a month since he was "under house arrest" by Sato, and Geng Chaozhong still didn't think of any good ideas, except for completing the only lesson of "Introduction to Shina Intelligence" every day, he was reading books in the dormitory in a daze.

Kako would occasionally come over, but more often than not, it was the former captain of the Hokpei gendarmerie named Nakamura Kitanobo. Now, he's here again.

"Date kun, what are you doing?" Nakamura Kitano Noboru entered without telling him as usual, and without knocking on the door, he broke in on his own.

"Nakamura-kun, do you know why you can only be a gendarmerie captain?" Geng Chaozhong glanced at him in disgust, "Because, you don't even understand the most basic etiquette." ”

"Haha, Ita-kun, you're right," Nakamura didn't care at all, and his contempt and ridicule for Geng Chaozhong were even more like a breeze, as if he didn't realize it, he pointed to the book in Geng Chaozhong's hand, and said with a smile: "Far Eastern intelligence? It seems to be the work of the Soviets. We've got a lot of good stuff in Moscow! ”

Geng Chaozhong didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, and put the book on his face, just from the crack in the paper, occasionally watching Nakamura's movements.

Nakamura, a fool, doesn't know his true identity - Geng Chaozhong has already judged this from the first day Nakamura contacted him. Apparently, Sato told him that he was on a secret mission in Beiping, and Nakamura firmly believed it.

But this did not prevent Geng Chaozhong from disliking him.

Calculating the time, Yun Wei should have returned to Nanjing and met the virgin. I just don't know what he thinks about his exposure, or whether he will find a way to rescue him—though Geng Chaozhong doesn't have any hope for it.

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door of the house, and Kako also walked in, he didn't even glance at Nakamura who was sitting on the side, and said directly to Geng Chaozhong, "The school provost asked you to come over." ”

Geng Chaozhong jumped up.

Meeting Sato is also much more interesting than staying with this Nakamura, at least, talking to Sato is much more exciting.

Came to the first floor of A, knocked on the door of Sato's office, Geng Chaozhong didn't wait for any sound to come from the room, pushed open the door and walked in. Sato was bowing his head to write the document, and when he heard the movement, he glanced at Geng Chaozhong and said:

"Date kun, your discipline buckle is not fastened."

"Oh," Geng Chaozhong casually tied a few buttons on his chest, "Dear Sato-san, what's the matter with me today?" ”

Since the showdown with Sato, he no longer cares about his image and words and deeds as he used to - he doesn't know how long he can live, and why do he care about that?

"Date kun, please don't do such a faux pas, we Japanese have a very serious attitude towards death." Sato looked at Geng Chaozhong with helpless eyes.

"Well," Geng Chaozhong nodded solemnly, "Sato-san, I talked about my rescue of Miss Xiangzi in Nanjing last time, do you want to continue listening?" ”

This month, Sato often called Geng Chaozhong into his office to ask about the past, while Geng Chaozhong selectively talked about inconsequential topics, and the two seemed to have established a loyal relationship between the storyteller and the listener.

"Forget it today," Sato said with a wry smile, "Gu Di Huaxiong just asked me about you, Date Jun, did you really write him that letter?" ”

"Of course," Geng Chaozhong nodded solemnly, with a little doubt on his face, "Could it be that there was something wrong with that letter, and I was delivered in advance before I died?" ”

"Ita-kun, I don't mean to joke with you," Sato's face became solemn, "I asked you to come here today to tell you good news, I, after seriously considering the suggestions you made before, am willing to reach some cooperation with you." ”

"Wise choice," Geng Chaozhong's tone trembled slightly, "Sato-san, you've finally figured it out." ”

"Yes," Sato looked at Geng Chaozhong "sincerely", "Since Watanabe has escaped, even if I kill you, it will be difficult to restrain Watanabe's behavior, then, cooperation has become the only option." ”

"But," Sato continued, "how can I be sure that you won't use this to blackmail me after you're gone?" This is very important to me, to survive under the coercion of others is a shame that the samurai of the Great Japanese Empire cannot accept, and if so, I would rather accept the sanctions of the Empire. ”

"Sato-san," the sudden surprise made Geng Chaozhong's voice slightly excited, "I know, my promise doesn't mean anything, and I've been thinking about how I can make you accept my sincerity." Fortunately, I figured it out in the past few days, I can write a letter of guarantee for you, what do you think? ”

"Guarantee?" Sato scoffed, "Do you think this kind of thing works?" ”

"Of course it works," Geng Chaozhong's expression was very serious, "I will admit in the guarantee that the Soviet Union's Major General Makarov was killed by me, you know, the Nanjing government is now signing a Sino-Soviet non-aggression pact with the Soviet side, and if the Soviet side knows that I am the murderer of Major General Makarov, it will definitely urge Nanjing to hand me over, this can be regarded as a life-threatening guarantee, right?" ”

This is Geng Chaozhong's killer plan that he has already thought of, and he feels that he is two to three percent sure, but the specific result depends on Sato's choice.

Sato touched his chin, thinking about Geng Chaozhong's assurance, and after a moment he shook his head and said, "No, it's not enough, what if you don't return to Nanjing after returning to China?" At that time, where did Nanjing go to find you, and where did I go to find you? ”

After saying this, a gleam appeared in Sato's squinted eyes: "To be honest, Mr. Geng, I have never been sure of your true identity, and I even suspect that you are not from Nanjing." ”

"Oh, where am I?" Geng Chaozhong smiled.

"I'm not sure," Sato shook his head, "Obviously, you killed Makarov to prove that you are not a Soviet, or even a Red Party, but I still think that there is something wrong with your identity, you may be a warlord from some China?" Or, is it someone from Vice President Wang of Wuhan? “

"Sato-san, your imagination is too rich, but I still advise you not to think too much, it has nothing to do with the current matter," Geng Chaozhong was also speechless about Sato's imagination, but it seemed that it was his own deception that caused Sato to fall into such a situation of self-doubt, and after a pause, Geng Chaozhong spoke again: "Sato-san, if you think that my self-confession to Makarov is not enough, I really can't think of anything else that you can trust, or can you mention one thing that I can satisfy you?" ”

"It's very simple," Sato finally spoke, "you personally lead people, kill all the junctions and contact points of the Secret Service in Tokyo, and then, tell me that the Secret Service has set up some secret bases in China, and prove that you have completely betrayed the Secret Service, only then will I truly trust you." ”