Feng Chen's heart was about to pop out, and he reflexively quickly closed the door again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was hesitating to smash the bottle at the man, when he heard the man lying on the ground groaning in pain, "Help me, save me, mine, I was shot in the thigh." ”

Japanese?!

With a stiff Chinese accent in a Japanese accent, this voice Feng Chen was still a little familiar, but because of his nervousness, Feng Chen couldn't remember for a while who this voice looked like.

After a moment's stunned, the man lying on the ground spoke again: "Yours, please turn on the light, and help me deal with the wound first, theirs will not chase after you." ”

This time, Feng Chen could hear who was lying on the ground, hurriedly put down the wine bottle, reached out to find the light switch, and asked softly, "Is it Ishikawa-kun?" ”

The man groaned and replied, "Are you Feng San?!" Feng Sang, it's me! ”

The lights were on, and lying on the ground was Masao Ishikawa, Feng Chen's classmate when he was studying at Meiji University in Japan.

Feng Chen hurriedly stepped forward and squatted down, helped Ishikawa Masao up, and asked, "Ishikawa-kun, why did you come to Shanghai?" ”

Ishikawa Masao didn't answer Feng Chen, his eyes looked at the wound on his right leg, the blood had stained the entire trouser leg red, and he was holding a Wang Ba box in his right hand.

"Ishikawa-kun, don't move yet, I'll find something to help you bandage the wound first."

Feng Chen got up and walked into the bathroom, took out two clean towels, poured another glass of whiskey and handed it to Ishikawa Masao, then squatted down, bandaged the wound with a towel, and said, "Ishikawa-kun, you drink the wine first, I'll bandage you, and I'll send you to the clinic in front of the alley immediately." ”

Ishikawa Masao craned his neck, poured a glass of wine into his mouth, smacked his mouth twice and said, "Thank you Feng Sang!" Please pour me another glass; I don't have to go to the clinic, this shot didn't hurt the bones, and when it gets dark, please call our Japanese consulate in Shanghai and ask Mr. Hiraoka to come and pick me up. ”

"Hiraoka-sensei in Shanghai?" Feng Chen poured wine into Masao Ishikawa's cup and asked.

"I came from Manchuria with Mr. Hiraoka the day before yesterday, and Mr. Hiraoka said yesterday that I was going to take time out to visit you, but I didn't expect to let me bump into you here today."

"Ishikawa-kun, if I had known that you and Mr. Hiraoka had come to Shanghai, I should have gone to see you a long time ago."

"Feng San, no wonder Mr. Hiraoka likes you, yours, unlike other Chinese, you are a friend of our Great Japanese Empire!" Masao Ishikawa raised the goblet in his hand upwards and said.

After two glasses of wine, Ishikawa Masao's face slowly became rosy, Feng Chen supported Ishikawa Masao, went to the chair next to the desk and sat down, filled the goblet with wine again, and asked casually: "Ishikawa-kun, who have you provoked?" ”

"I don't know who is chasing me, but I guess it's someone from the Central Investigation Department of the Kuomintang." Masao Ishikawa replied with a sip of wine from his goblet.

Feng Chen turned around and took out a bag of snacks from the back room, put it on the desk, and asked seemingly casually: "Ishikawa-kun, you just came to Shanghai, why did the people from the Central Investigation Department of the Kuomintang pursue you?" ”

"It may be that they discovered the purpose of our visit to Shanghai, Feng Sang, after you returned to Shanghai, Mr. Hiraoka and I went to Mukden, Manchuria in July at the invitation of General Tu Fei Yuan, to assist General Tu Fei Yuan in preparing for Manchukuo." Under the influence of alcohol, Masao Ishikawa's words gradually increased.

Masao Ishikawa inadvertently revealed a big secret, the Japanese Kwantung Army was secretly planning to establish a Manchukuo controlled by the Japanese and separated from the Chinese mainland.

Ishikawa Masao and Hiraoka Ryuichi came to Shanghai this time, and it must have something to do with the Japanese Kwantung Army's plan for Manchukuo.

Feng Chen's surface was silent, but his mind was spinning rapidly, how could he make Ishikawa Masao not suspicious, and get something useful out of his mouth.

"Ishikawa-kun, if Manchukuo is established, you can help me with a few kind words, I will simply go to Mukden, find a serious errand to do there, and eat with a mouthful, I am now in Shanghai, and my life is unsustainable!" Feng Chen cried bitterly.

"Ha, ha, Feng Sang, it's easy to say, when I see Mr. Hiraoka after dawn, I tell him your idea, and he will be very happy. After the founding of Manchukuo, we need a large number of talents like you, friendly to our Japanese Empire, I came to Shanghai with Mr. Hiraoka this time, I came to pick up Mr. Zhang Jinghui to Manchuria, Mr. Zhang will take up the important post of the upcoming Manchukuo, Feng Sang can go to Manchuria with us, Mr. Hiraoka will definitely reuse you. ”

Another big news!

Isn't Zhang Jinghui the president of the Nanjing Military Senate? Taken refuge with the Japanese?

Speaking of this Zhang Jinghui, when he was young, he followed his father to sell tofu for a living, and later after he met Zhang Zuolin, the two became brothers, and have been following Zhang Zuolin ever since.

In the First Zhifeng War, Zhang Jinghui was entrusted with an important task and served as the commander-in-chief of the Western Route Army of the Feng Army, but he was undetermined and slow to act, so that the entire battle situation of the Feng Army was defeated by the defeat of the Western Route Army.

After the end of the war, Zhang Jinghui lived in Beijing, and after Cao Kun was directly elected as the president, he set up a new National Highway Bureau, and appointed him as the superintendent, which Zhang Zuolin hated deeply. In the winter of 1925, Zhang Jinghui died of his mother's illness and did not dare to go to the funeral, so he begged Zhang Zuoxiang and Wu Junsheng to intercede, and Zhang Zuolin allowed him to return to his hometown for funeral.

Zhang Jinghui returned to the Northeast, first went to Shenyang, and when he saw Zhang Zuolin, he wept bitterly and kowtowed to apologize. Zhang Zuolin remembered the relationship between the two, forgave him, and appointed him as the senator of the Fengtian Governor's Military Administration, as Zhang Zuolin's representative, running between Beijing and Tianjin.

After 1926, Zhang Jinghui successively served as the chief of the army and the chief of industry. On June 4, 1928, Zhang Jinghui was on his way back to Fengtian with Zhang Zuolin when he was bombed in Huanggutun and was seriously injured.

After Zhang Zuolin's death, at the end of 1928, Zhang Xueliang appointed Zhang Jinghui as the governor of the special region of the three eastern provinces. But he had a disagreement with Zhang Xueliang, and often regarded himself as an elder, and the contradiction with Zhang Xueliang deepened; After the change of banner in Northeast China, Zhang Jinghui went to the Nanjing government to serve as the president of the Military Senate.

"Zhang Jinghui became a traitor?" Feng Chen said in his heart.

Looking at the clock, it was nearly half past five, Feng Chen walked to the window, gently opened the curtains, and saw that it was getting brighter outside, and there were already early risers in the alley.

"Ishikawa-kun, you're holding on, I'll go outside and find a phone to inform Mr. Hiraoka to come and pick you up."

"Thank you Feng Sang! This is the phone number of our Consulate of Japan in Shanghai. Ishikawa Masao took out a note with a phone number written on it from his left trouser pocket and handed it to Feng Chen.

Out of the door, Feng Chen looked into the sky, still covered with haze.

Walking to the entrance of the alley, he saw that in a department store with the door open, the shopkeeper was wiping the telephone on the counter, Feng Chen glanced at the banknote in his hand, and walked towards the store, just after taking two steps, Feng Chen realized something, and immediately turned around and walked in the other direction.

In about ten minutes, Feng Chen appeared at the entrance of the alley again, carrying a paper bag in his hand, containing a few fried sticks and a cup of soy milk, and walked straight towards the department store.

"Mr. Feng, it's so early!" The shopkeeper's face was full of smiles, and he greeted Feng Chen warmly.

"Shopkeeper, I'd like to use your telephone." Feng Chen put the paper bag he was carrying on the counter and said.

"Mr. Feng, please use it." The shopkeeper glanced into the paper bag, diligently pushed the telephone in front of Feng Chen, then picked up a rag and began to wipe the counter with his head down.

Feng Chen dialed according to the number on the banknote, and the phone was quickly connected, and a woman's voice came from the opposite side, asking softly: "Hello, this is the Consulate of the Imperial Japanese Empire in Shanghai, who are you looking for?" ”

"I'm looking for Professor Ryuichi Hiraoka." Feng Chen replied briefly.

There was silence for a while, and then he asked, "Who are you?" ”

"My name is Feng Chen, and I'm a student of Professor Hiraoka."

The other party was silent for a while, and after a while, Hiraoka Ryuichi's voice finally came from the phone: "Feng Sang, how do you know that I am in the Great Japanese Consulate?" ”

"Teacher, Ishikawa-kun is injured, this will be at my house, he asked the teacher to come and pick him up. I live in the middle of Jiujiang Road, No. 137 Renai Lane. Putting down the phone and paying the money, Feng Chen glanced at the shopkeeper, picked up the paper bag and turned around and walked out of the store.

Just a few steps towards the place where he lived, a rickshaw came from behind him, the person pulling the cart lowered his head, and when he approached Feng Chen, he whispered, "Get in the car!" ”