The speed of the steamer is not slow, three hours, two trips to and from the next pass are enough, why does it take so long?

Zhao Shirui and Zheng Shifei are both old spies, so they naturally know that if the city is abnormal, the bigger the problem.

"Okay, I'll give the order now!" Zhao Shirui replied.

"The river must be investigated, but martial law cannot be relaxed, so as not to let people take advantage of the loopholes!" Fang Buwei explained again.

"You're not going back to Xiaguan?" Zheng Shifei heard the meaning of Fang Buwei's words.

"I'll wait for your news, and once the exact location is confirmed, I'll arrive on a steamer to calculate the approximate ......range of the docks," Fang Buwei said.

"Good!" Zhao Shiruirui and Zheng Shifei each responded, and led the personnel out of Mochou Lake.

Fang Buwei only left Ye Xingzhong, and asked Officer Li of the park management office to find a helmsman who could open a fire wheel and a worker who filled coal.

Everything is ready, just wait for the results of Zhao Shirui and Zheng Shifei's investigation.

Fang Buwei requisitioned the office of the Mochou Lake Park Management Office.

There is the only telephone in Mochou Lake Park.

An hour later, Zheng Shifei had the first message here.

On the fourth day of the third month, at about five o'clock in the afternoon, the gendarmes guarding the city gate at Qingliangmen smelled the smell of dung.

At that time, the gendarmes thought that it was the dung gang that turned over when they left the city, but they couldn't find it after looking around, and then the smell dispersed, and the gendarmes ignored it.

Based on this, Zheng Shifei asked the fishing boats along the coast of Stone Town, and the fishermen on many boats claimed that they had indeed smelled a foul smell, which was emitted from a steamer with a gray roof.

It's just that the nose is not stuffed, so you won't be mistaken.

The fourth day of March?

Fang Buwei laughed.

Wasn't that the day Masao Konoe took a boat to Shimonoseki to pull grain?

It was also because of the violent smell on the ship that it attracted the attention of the dock workers and deepened the impression of Masao Konoe, so when he took the photo to check it later, he would easily recognize it.

It is estimated that when it was loaded on the ship or halfway to the road, for some reason, the dung bucket was emptied, and then a boat was sprinkled, so there was such a big smell.

The green-skinned gray top, the color of the hot wheel is matched first.

Secondly, there is the characteristic smell of fecal water on board.

Finally, time is also attached.

The gendarmes at Qingliangmen smelled the stench, and the fishermen on the river saw the steamer at about five o'clock in the afternoon, while the time when Konoe Masao went to Shimonoseki to transport grain was about seven o'clock at dusk, and after loading the grain, he went to Mochou Lake, at most eight o'clock.

The time from Mochou Lake to Qingliangmen before, Fang Buwei added another half an hour to him, and when he added it before, it was just more than three hours.

Basically, it can be concluded that the steamer that the gendarmes and fishermen saw was the one that Masao Konoe had sailed to Shimonoseki to receive the grain.

It's just that no matter how coincidental it is, it can't be coincidental to this extent.

The same color, the same smell, appears in the same river channel during the time period.

Fang Buwei drew a line on the map, starting from Mochou Lake and ending at Stone Town.

Now it can be concluded that after Konoe Masao left Mochou Lake that day, he swam down, went to Xiaguan, and even went below Xiaguan, and may have even gone out of the river.

But Fang is not unsure whether the steamer is downstream every time it goes out.

After all, the battery still has an arsenal, and it cannot be ruled out that Masao Konoe went to the battery to pull weapons and munitions.

Moreover, Shimonoseki's Shinki Grain Store is also downstream, and it is normal for Konoe Masao to take a boat to the joint.

Fang Buwei looked at his watch.

It's four o'clock in the afternoon, and there are at least fourteen hours until dawn tomorrow, which should be enough.

But that wait is three hours.

Whether it is Zhao Shirui in the upstream or Zheng Shifei in the downstream, no clues have been found for the time being.

Fang Buwei was half-lying on the sofa, with his feet on the table, as if he was asleep.

Just because there's no news doesn't mean it's necessarily bad news.

After all, the steamer pulls dung, and Baoyuelou is the only one in Nanjing, so in order not to make people suspicious, it is not too careful.

Once every two days, so much dung water could not have been eaten by the Japanese, it must have been dumped in the river.

Needless to say, the Qinhuai Waihe River, all the way to the mouth of the river, are prosperous commercial areas, even out of the river and down the river, although there are many barren sections on both sides of the river, but the boats on the river are continuous.

Fang Buwei didn't believe it, no one had noticed or smelled the smell once.

I haven't been able to find it for so long, which means that the location is very hidden, and it may still be fixed somewhere.

There are not many such places around Nanjing, and the use of boats has narrowed the scope by a step.

Finding this location roughly determines the range of locations where the steamer docks.

Ye Xingzhong didn't dare to make a sound, he went out lightly, and half an hour later, he was carrying two large pots of rice, followed by two guys dressed as a small servant, also one carrying two large pots.

Two simmered chickens with yellow mud, a pot of crab roe lion head, a pot of pork head meat in sauce, and a pot of braised saury.

It's all meat, not a vegetarian dish.

Fang Buwei and Ye Xingzhong have similar tastes, heavy oil and meat, and don't like vegetarianism, so Ye Buzhong didn't want a vegetarian dish.

Every pot for rice and vegetables is the size of Ye Xingzhong's head. These four pots of vegetables and two pots of rice, if they are given to ordinary people, six or seven people are enough to eat.

But if you change to Fang Buwei and Ye Xingzhong, you can just eat enough.

When Ye Xingzhong pushed the door in, Fang Buwei sat up, his eyes staring at Ye Xingzhong and his buddy setting up the meal, but what he was thinking about was the clue of the vault oil tanker.

The guy finished the meal and walked out of the office with a tow plate, Ye Xingzhong handed Fang Buwei a pair of chopsticks, pointed to a few dishes on the coffee table and said: "It's all from Yunyan Building, especially this braised saury, Jinling is a must......"

Fang Buwei glanced at it, there were six Yangtze River saury in such a large pot, and each of them was at least about one catty or two.

This will be placed in the future generations, and such a pot will cost 100,000 yuan, which is similar to eating gold.

And it's pollution-free and natural.

In his previous life, he didn't say he ate, he never saw it, but he ate a lot in this life.

It is now the third month of the lunar calendar, and the good fish swim soon, and it is the time to prepare for spawning, and the saury at this time is the most fresh fat.

Fang Buwei was just about to put down the chopsticks, and suddenly thought of a question.

This saury must have been caught from the Yangtze River, and it was so fresh, and it definitely didn't stay overnight......

He thought of the dung water that the hot wheel had to pull out every day, and he suddenly felt sick to his stomach.

"Forget it, you can eat!" Fang Buwei's chopsticks turned around and forked a lion's head.

Well?

Ye Xingzhong looked at Fang Buwei suspiciously.

It wasn't the first day he followed Fang Buwei, why didn't Fang Bu get used to it and he didn't know?

As long as you have meat, whether it's fish or chicken......

Ye Xingzhong picked up one and took a bite, and then slapped his mouth twice: "It's delicious?" ”

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