Lin Zi'an looked at Masao Konoe in disbelief, but Masao Konoe's gaze gradually became cold.

Lin Zi'an didn't answer, which meant that he didn't want to get close to him.

What is he afraid of?

Lin Zi'an's mind was in a hurry, thinking about the gains and losses.

There are many ways to kill yourself. can let Xing Mingsheng poison, or send someone to assassinate him on the street, without letting Konoe Masao personally take action.

Since he came to be his own uncle, it shows that his superiors still want to test him, otherwise he will only be a killer......

Lin Zi'an was secretly suspicious, and finally gritted his teeth secretly, pointed to an empty seat opposite him, and showed a very interested look, "Sit, talk about it......"

The leader of the guards glanced at Lin Zi'an in surprise, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

This drama is still a bit fake.

Of course, it can't be said that Lin Zi'an's acting is not good, after all, he is now playing a patient with an abnormal brain, although he is not like a professional spy, but at least it is still within the scope of normal people.

"Lao Xing can stay here, you guys wait outside!" Lin Zi'an confessed again.

The leader of the guard hesitated.

"Go, I'm here!" Xing Mingsheng also helped.

"Looking at the way he looks like he has no power to restrain the chicken, can he still be an assassin?" Lin Zi'an sneered again.

Under the persecution of Li Mingxiang, there is only a little sneer and a little bit of charm.

The head of the guard still didn't leave, "Sir, be careful, let's search your body!" ”

"If you look at the official's subordinates, you can know that the official must be unspeakably expensive......" Konoe Masao complimented and stood up cautiously.

Where will the head of the guard be polite, he touched up and down.

No knives, no guns.

"Desperation!" The leader of the guards beckoned, and the three guards came out of the restaurant and stood guard at the door.

The leader of the guards went into the back kitchen and stood behind the door.

Fang Buwei has confessed, Xing Mingsheng doesn't have to worry about it, but Lin Zian must not have a problem.

Xing Mingsheng changed his position and sat next to Lin Zi'an, just blocking the sight of the head of the guard.

Masao Konoe said something about the mist in his mouth, but his fingers swiped quickly on the table.

Xing Mingsheng's eyes narrowed sharply.

It must have been written, but he didn't recognize it.

It's not Japanese, it's Korean.

What Konoe Masao asked was whether Lin Zi'an's identity had been exposed.

Lin Zi'an replied that everything was normal.

He asked again how it was.

Lin Zi'an is healed.

Konoe Masao squinted his eyes and looked at Lin Zi'an coldly.

Zhao Jinshan died, and Lin Zi'an's previous attending doctor was also killed by Zhao Jinshan, but in the Central Hospital, there was still an inside line of the Japanese.

Although you can't get in touch with Lin Zi'an himself, you can sneak into Lin Zi'an's medical records.

When he was discharged from the hospital, Dr. Germany's definite statement was that the condition had been relieved, and the possibility of recurrence at any time could not be ruled out, which was still 108,000 miles away from what Lin Zi'an said.

Lin Zi'an did not show weakness at all and looked at Konoe Masao.

If you admit that you are insane, you will not have any use value for either your family or the Kwantung Army secret service.

Waiting for your own end can only be a dead end.

In any case, Lin Zi'an will not sit still.

Masao Konoe lowered his eyes and sighed secretly.

After all, it is his own nephew, if there is hope, he still has to save it.

"Can the mission continue?" Masao Konoe asked again.

"Yes!" Lin Zi'an gritted his teeth.

You can also perform a fart!

He wanted to run away for a long time, but he watched too strictly, and he didn't have a chance at all.

Afraid that his superiors would kill him directly, Lin Zi'an forced himself to connect, wanting to use a delaying tactic to stabilize his superiors first, and then wait for an opportunity to contact his family and find a way to escape.

But the sudden appearance of Masao Konoe shattered his last glimmer of hope.

No one will help them anymore, and now they can only rely on themselves.

"Okay, I'll report to my superiors!" Masao Konoe wrote another line.

"Who's contacting me?" Lin Zi'an asked again.

Masao Konoe looked at Xing Mingsheng, who was sitting opposite.

"What about Momoe Yamaguchi?"

Momoe Yamaguchi is the Japanese name of Lee Mingxiang.

"It's dead, and Oda Ichiro!"

He's dead?

He's dead!

He's dead......

Orochi, Li Mingxiang, Oda Ichiro......

As if he had been smashed by a giant hammer, Lin Zi'an's mind was buzzing.

The qi and blood all over his body were surging to his head, Lin Zi'an's eyes were dark, and he smashed his head on the table.

Xing Mingsheng saw that his situation was wrong, and quickly helped him.

Lin Zi'an gasped heavily, as if he had used all his strength on his eyelids, and his two eyes wrinkled into two fleshy balls.

What's going on?

Masao Konoe stood up in disbelief.

Why did Lin Zi'an react so violently when he heard the news of the deaths of Ichiro Oda and Momoe Yamaguchi?

Did he suspect something from this?

"What's going on?" The head of the guard rushed over.

"Don't move!" Xing Mingsheng waved his hand, "It seems to be good!" ”

Lin Zi'an suddenly stopped gasping and slowly opened his eyes.

There is not a trace of focus in the eyes, and there is no brilliance in it.

The first thing he saw was Xing Mingsheng.

"Xing Mingsheng!"

This sentence is in Chinese.

Xing Mingsheng didn't know the details, but nodded subconsciously.

Lin Zi'an saw Masao Konoe again, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

The phrase "uncle......" is in Japanese.

Konoe Masao was startled, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

"The chief is sick...... the head of the guard glanced left and right, saw a rag used to wipe the table, and threw it to Xing Mingsheng, "Stuff this in his mouth, don't bite your tongue...... I'm going to call a doctor......"

The smell of the rag was pungent and disgusting, but Xing Mingsheng couldn't care about this, so he took it and stuffed it into Lin Zi'an's mouth.

Lin Zi'an subconsciously twisted his body, Xing Mingsheng shouted, and the two guards outside the main gate quickly ran in and helped Xing Mingsheng press him together.

Finally took a free time, Xing Mingsheng quickly raised his head, looked at Konoe Masao in horror, and gave him another look.

He didn't expect that the person who connected it turned out to be Lin Zi'an's uncle?

Konoe Masao froze and didn't leave in a hurry, looking at Lin Zi'an, he moved his lips imperceptibly.

He was asking Xing Mingsheng what was going on.

Where did Xing Mingsheng know?

He had never visited the hospital, and it was the first time he had seen Lin Zi'an sick.

"What's going on with him?" Xing Mingsheng asked the doctor who had just entered the door.

"I'm sick!" The doctor replied, and then commanded a few guards, "Tie it up first......

"What would happen to him if he wasn't tied?" Xing Mingsheng asked again.

"What a madman is, he is!" The doctor replied, "Crying and laughing, jumping and making trouble, and singing Japanese songs......