Nonsense! Is she still alive? A strange girl, who is fanatical about killing Japanese people and indifferent to her own life and death, what kind of person is this?

It took a long time for Ma Mingyu to wake up from his memories and contemplation, and he didn't know why he remembered it so clearly. Her words, her smile, her actions, and finally the poignant smile were etched into his mind.

With a long sigh, Ma Mingyu shook his head vigorously, temporarily shaking off these sudden thoughts, and trying to focus on the plan he had written.

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The night rain is dashing, and the raindrops hit the umbrella and rustle down, flowing down the edge of the umbrella like a string of beads.

"Lao Zhou, what do you think of this house-" Huang Xiulan frowned slightly, paused, and continued: "The house is fine, but this second landlord is a patrolman, I'm afraid it's not safe, right?" ”

Zhou Qiao's pace slowed down, as if he was thinking, and only after a while did he slowly say: "Patrol may be a problem, but it's not easy to say it too absolutely. I think this patrol is still young, and he hasn't been affected by too many problems. You see, he takes the car and pays for the car, and he doesn't even want the change that the driver has recovered. In addition, when talking and chatting with him, you can't see the domineering and ferocious. ”

"Maybe it's pretended." Huang Xiulan said unconvinced: "You know, he is working for the British and American masters." ”

Zhou Qiao smiled and said, "But there are many patrols with Chinese conscience, and it's not good to beat people to death with a stick!" ”

"Of course, if you can find a more suitable house, that would be better." Zhou Qiao smiled and continued to speak, and also interrupted Huang Xiulan's continued argument, "Don't talk about this, let's continue to look for a house tomorrow." ”

Huang Xiulan sighed softly, walked for a while, and then said quietly: "The house is getting more and more expensive, and it is not easy to find an independent portal." This patrol is very shrewd, it looks like he is going to stack the roof frame bed and be a second landlord! ”

After the end of the Songhu War, Japan continued its offensive and occupied more land. The war was raging, and refugees from the surrounding areas were embarrassed in the countryside and poured into Shanghai. As a result, the population has increased dramatically, and there are fewer houses and more people. As a result, housing prices and rental prices continue to rise.

And this situation will intensify as the war progresses. There are already shrewd people who have seen this trend, just like Shen Chen, and Huang Xiulan's conjecture is not wrong.

"If he wants to live there, he shouldn't be too much of a mess by renting too many tenants. Listening to his conditions, it is more or less the same. Zhou Qiao smiled and said, "Don't you think that there is a patrol as a landlord, but it is not noticeable." And, perhaps, it can also serve as a cover! ”

Huang Xiulan didn't answer immediately, and said after a while: "Wait a minute, maybe I can find a more suitable house!" ”

Zhou Qiao nodded and stopped talking about the matter. The two of them walked away slowly with umbrellas.

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The night rain is dashing, and the cold and cold unique to Shanghai in winter seem to be able to penetrate into the bone marrow.

The Japanese patrolman Kono cursed, tightened the collar of his rubber raincoat, and continued to patrol the street with his companions.

Although no organization or individual has yet claimed responsibility for the two killings against the Japanese, most people believe that they were actions carried out by anti-Japanese elements.

And, judging from the modus operandi, it is quite cold and professional, and it is very likely that it is a trained secret agent.

As a result, the patrol houses have strengthened patrols and security against Japanese residences, factories, companies, offices, and other targets in the concession. The daily catch stocks are the most active, and the many daily catches are of course more conscientious.

Little did Kono and his companions know that they are unlucky enough to be targeted. Not far ahead, in a dark alley, a pair of cold eyes were watching them.

There are no targets to focus on both sides of the street, at least according to the information Kono and his companions remember. Unaware that they would also be threatened, the two naturally relaxed their vigilance, spoke lightly, and even laughed.

With a whoosh, the dagger shot out of the darkness, breaking through the rainy night and stabbing into the back of the day's heart.

At the same time, Shen Chen had quickly jumped out of the corner of the alley, and a black thing in his hand was thrown straight towards Kono's face door, which turned his head.

Kono's reaction was not slow, and as he turned, his right hand was already pressed against the holster on his waist, but the rush in his face still made him dodge.

Just at this moment, Shen Chen had already rushed forward, grabbed with his left hand, and held down Kono's hand to grab the gun. The cold light flashed in his right hand, and the extremely sharp knife instantly cut Kono's throat and cut off his vocal cords at the same time.

Clutching his blood-spurting neck, Kono's eyes were about to pop out of his sockets, and his mouth made a sizzling sound. But he only saw a pair of cold eyes, with a look of disgust and contempt, and his body flickered, and he had turned to the side, avoiding the splatters of blood.

The strength in his body quickly faded as the blood gushed out, and Kono slowly softened, his dead fish-like eyes still staring, but it was already dark in front of him, and his thoughts had vanished.

Scum, not even a bullet is worth it.

Shen Chen had a feeling of pleasure, killing people shouldn't be like this.

But he did feel that he had recovered some justice for the young man who threw a grenade during the Japanese army parade, but was hit by the Japanese and fell on the street in blood.

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The next day, the rain had stopped, but the sky was still gloomy and dark.

In the morning, Shen Chen wore a uniform and walked out of the house as if he was fine. Go to breakfast first, and then walk to the newspaper on duty.

Before noon, Yin Zhihong and Xie Yuelan learned the news of the killing of the two Japanese arresters from unknown sources. Because the news was also a little vague, the two had a small argument about whether to link this incident with the previous two attacks on Japanese people, and whether to rush to add it to the latest issue of the newspaper.

The argument was inconclusive for the time being, Yin Zhihong noticed Shen Chen and wanted to get some information from him, so he asked: "Mr. Patrol, do you have any inside information about this case, or the first two cases?" ”

Shen Chen looked up at Yin Zhihong, his expression seemed to be a little confused, and it could also be seen as dazed.

"If you can reveal inside information, and if it is valuable, the newspaper will give you some compensation." Xie Yuelan threw out a temptation, and added: "Of course, the newspaper will also keep it secret for you." ”

Shen Chen's eyes seemed to come to his senses, and then he shook his head, "I'm a small patrolman, and now I don't report to work in the patrol room, how can there be any inside information?" It's about killing the sun, and I just heard you about it. ”

Yin Zhihong smiled bitterly, while Xie Yuelan pouted helplessly at him.