There was a commotion outside the door, footsteps, shouting, and then the thud of leather boots running on the deck, and it seemed that the Coast Guard had arrived.

The coast guard of the island city is different from other places, all foreigners, a team of 12 people, responsible for the protection of large passenger ships and cargo ships departing from the island city. This coast guard has been established for more than 30 years, composed of expatriates from various countries living in the island city, and its reputation in the island city has always been very good, and even when the Japanese occupied the island city, they had to use them to maintain navigation order - once the Japanese were replaced, all foreigners refused to navigate.

"Don't make noise! The admiral is coming! ”

In the midst of the commotion, a middle-aged foreign man with a beard and a brown head walked in with leather boots, but the most striking thing was his 18th-century English aristocratic attire, which looked out of place with a 19th-century suit and bow tie.

He was none other than the captain of the Coast Guard, the Englishman Heideman Nelson. He claimed to be a descendant of Admiral Nelson, an admiral of the British Battleship era, and insisted on wearing British aristocratic attire, and was nicknamed Admiral by the majority of the crew - but in reality, he was just a shabby with Nelson by blood.

Nelson stepped forward with a single figure-of-eight leg, his belly slightly bulging forward, and he was full of aristocratic style. He raised his chin and asked the other foreigner next to him, Howard, who was also his henchman.

"How did this unlucky guy die?"

Although Howard wanted to ask rhetorically, "Can't you see Fake's for yourself?" But Nelson's long-term obscenity still made him respectfully walk to Nelson's side, and bowed:

"He was stabbed in the back and had three fingers cut off. In addition, the man had a short knife in the basket where the food was kept. ”

"Bring the knife!" Nelson commanded with a swagger.

Howard held back his anger, but obediently picked up the short knife and handed it to Howard.

Howard took the short knife and looked at it, then carefully bypassed the blood on the ground, gently pulled out a silk scarf from his arms, covered his huge nose, and began to look down at the body.

Half a minute later, Nelson stood up, followed the blood stains on his fingers, walked to the basket containing the biscuits, looked at it, and picked up one that had fallen to the ground.

There was a blood stain on the cake, not a round speckled blood stain caused by blood dripping, but an indentation that had been wiped by a knife.

Nelson stood up, wiped his hands with a silk scarf, and knocked on the guest room door directly from where the pancake had fallen.

The door soon opened, and a young man with a smile on his face looked at Nelson, his right hand touched his chest and bowed slightly, and he performed European etiquette, and said, "You are ele."

It's just that where his right hand is pressed on his chest, the corner of the green document is exposed, and the small white triangle is clearly recognizable.

Nelson shook his head and looked inside again—a middle-aged man was napping against the wooden wall. The young man was still smiling at him, and he didn't mean anything to let him in.

"Have a nice trip."

Nelson looked into the eyes of the young man who opened the door, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, turned to leave the door and walked out, giving orders in a calm tone as he walked:

"Howard, get a few Chinese crew members over here and throw this dead guy overboard!"

"The site should be disinfected with lime, marked with white circles, and no one will be allowed to enter or leave this corridor for the time being!"

"Send a member of the team to stand guard at the front of the corridor, and anyone who approaches will be questioned!"

Howard followed Nelson without saying a word, watching as Nelson pushed away the crowd and left with a blank face.

"It's murder between the Orientals again, when will they learn to get along well?"

......

"This foreigner is very interesting, and he even sent a person to stand guard for us."

Geng Chaozhong glanced outside the corridor and turned back to Cao Guangyuan.

"Smart people make mistakes once in a while, but stupid people are as stupid as ever."

Cao Guangyuan didn't seem to hear what Geng Chaozhong said, but instead recited a proverb that he didn't know where to look.

Geng Chaozhong couldn't understand what Cao Guangyuan meant, and he didn't bother to think about it, he walked to the remaining three walls and began to listen intently - it was obvious that there was definitely more than one Japanese on the ship, and if this one died, there would definitely be another one, but I didn't know where they would shoot. But in any case, for the remaining eight hours, I definitely won't be able to sleep peacefully.

"There is no one on either side of the adjacency, and there is a hallway on one side and a restaurant on the other."

Geng Chaozhong listened while leaning on the wall while talking to himself, but in fact he still said it to Cao Guangyuan.

"You mean, let's change rooms?" Cao Guangyuan raised his goldfish eyes and muttered, "As long as we don't go out, the Japanese will never dare to rush in, they don't know the situation in the house at all." ”

"What if they take advantage of our arrival in Mukden?" Geng Chaozhong asked.

"It's okay, Young Marshal Zhang will send someone to pick us up, don't worry about that." Cao Guangyuan said.

Geng Chaozhong didn't speak, what he was worried about was precisely this - since Zhang Haogu could know the Nanjing government's order, he could not rule out the placement of his own men in the Northeast Army, and even the possibility of the Northeast Army having Japanese troops in the Northeast Army was even greater than that of the Nanjing government.

"Section Chief Cao, I suggest that we order the captain to change course halfway and change the place originally scheduled to disembark at Pulandian to Fuxian." Geng Chaozhong said.

At this time, the Lushun Dalian area was controlled by the Japanese army, and the only areas actually controlled by the Northeast Army were Pulandian and Fuxian. Dalian is also a place where the Republic of China has never been effectively administered.

After the First Sino-Japanese War, the three countries intervened to return Liao, the Manchus redeemed Dalian from Japan, and they were unable to keep it, so they changed hands and "leased" to Russia, and after the Russo-Japanese War, Dalian was occupied by the Japanese army again - China's actual control of Dalian in Arthur was still after the 1955 War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea.

Geng Chaozhong's words made Cao Guangyuan stunned.

That's right! Since the Japanese were able to get the news from Nanjing so quickly, their infiltration of the Northeast Army may be even more serious! But if that's the case, what's the difference between Fuxian and Pulandian?

Cao Guangyuan's squinting eyes flashed with wisdom, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly said categorically:

"The Japanese are unreliable, the Northeast Army is unreliable, and now the most reliable is the Soviets! In this way, we don't go to Fuxian or Pulandian, we go directly from the mouth of the Songhua River to Tongjiang! ”

"This?"

Geng Chaozhong hesitated, groaned, and thought for a long time before speaking:

"Section chief, we didn't bring any identity documents or documents, so we ran to Tongjiang, and if we didn't make any trouble, we would be shot on the spot as a spy! This can't be done! It's better to negotiate through the official channels on Zhang Shaoshuai's side! ”

"No, I understand Russian, and the Soviets should not shoot directly. I have a hunch that the next action of the Japanese will inevitably be a ruin, and the two of us will never be able to escape it. ”

"What do you mean? They're going to scuttle?!! ”

Geng Chaozhong was taken aback!