"Now...... Yoshino looked at the diminutive figures in the rearview mirror and replaced the sneer on his face with contempt, "isn't it like a lowly dog crawling at the feet of our Imperial Japanese soldiers wagging their tails and begging for mercy?" ”

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Yoshino's sedan slid past the mottled and broken shadows of the plane trees cast by the white streetlights, and the low roar of the engine echoed through the walls and wooden fences of the deep French garden apartments that lined Melseylove Road. Unlike the northern section of Murming Road, which is a bustling commercial center, the southern section of Mileseyai Road is just a quiet road lined with apartments. Now, although it has just darkened, most of the people on both sides of the road have turned off their lights, and only the miserable white street lamps look down on this group of uninvited guests from the East like strange eyes from above.

Yoshino Shaosa leaned comfortably on the thick seat in the back seat of the car, and after being tired for a long time, he couldn't help but want to doze off in the misty night. To be honest, Yoshino liked the mood very much. On weekdays, he always likes to wander the secluded streets of the various concessions in Shanghai on his days off, and of course, these roads are all beautifully built, elegant, and sparsely populated—he feels that this is a rare pleasure and the best relaxation for his tired body. And this Miles love road has also left his leisurely footsteps.

But Yoshino never imagined that one day he would lie on the wide back seat of a car, enjoying the familiar scenery outside the window, but couldn't help but yawn.

Go south along the Rue de la Mersière, cross the Chauffeur Road for more than 100 meters, and turn left to the Molière Road. The section of Rue Molière near Rue de la Mercière is dotted with some old-fashioned shikumen houses such as Xiangshanli. Further east, near Notre-Dame Road, there are small bungalows with separate gardens. Yoshino Shaosa, who is familiar with the streets and alleys of Shanghai, has always regarded this Molière Road as a holy place for roaming. Whether it is the flowers in spring, the shade in summer, the leaves in autumn or the bleak and cold fall in winter, it is the most beautiful artistic conception for him. Whether it is the noble French-style garden house in the east section or the commoner Shikumen house in the west section, it reveals a unique romance and tranquility in France. The quiet, delicate little garden, the swing frame under the laurel tree, seems to have the laughter of the Yiren; The ridges paved with red tiles on the Western-style roofs of the small bungalows, the exterior walls covered with creepers, and the windows spliced with colorful glass; Even the cast-iron retro-style openwork gate outside the garden was filled with an exotic atmosphere—a mood that intoxicated Yoshino so much that he closed his eyes and the melody of "Night Shanghai" drifted to his ears:

Night Shanghai, night Shanghai, you are a city that never sleeps,

The lights are up, the cars are sounding, and the songs and dances are leveling.

I saw her smiling face, who knew that she was depressed in her heart, and her nightlife was all about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, Hu Tianhu wasted his youth, the dawn was hazy and tired, and everyone returned to their hearts with the turning wheel.

Change to a new world, don't have a new environment, and reminisce about the nightlife like waking up from a dream.

Night Shanghai, night Shanghai, you are a city that never sleeps,

The lights are up, the cars are sounding, and the songs and dances are leveling.

I saw her smiling face, who knew that she was depressed in her heart, and her nightlife was all about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, Hu Tianhu wasted his youth, the dawn was hazy and tired, and everyone returned to their hearts with the turning wheel.

Change to a new world, don't have a new environment, and reminisce about the nightlife like waking up from a dream.

Change to a new world, don't have a new environment, and reminisce about the nightlife like waking up from a dream.

His fingers unconsciously beat the song on his thighs, and he even felt the urge to let go of his throat and sing a paragraph, as if he was not going to arrest an underground criminal, but to go on a mysterious rendezvous with a Qiushui Yiren.

"Why did she choose to rent a house for the underground party organization in the Fragrant Hills on Molière Road? Could it be that she has the same taste as me and likes the elegance and tranquility here? ”

Yoshino couldn't help but see She's beautiful face, the way she dressed when he first met her at the bank—a royal blue satin cheongsam with a pure black cashmere coat over it—and the pair of breasts that burst out of her chest made him dizzy. Then Yoshino's eyes flashed to She Manshi, who was seriously injured on the hospital bed—the snow-white gauze could not hide her incomparably beautiful face, and the layers of bandages could not wrap her choppy and seductive body under the sheets. Yoshino felt his lips start to dry, and he couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick it, as if he was licking Shemanshina's fragrant breasts.

Yoshino finally discovered that although he hadn't seen She Manshi for several hours, although he might not think of her often when he couldn't see She Manshi, although She Manshi was just a shameless traitor who betrayed his homeland in his eyes, and although he could use Ryoko Hirosue and even Atsuko Sasaki to fill the emptiness and loneliness in his heart when he couldn't see She Manshi, as long as he met She Manshi for even a second, her shadow would fill his mind, linger in his heart, linger in his heart, and never let go of it again.

Yoshino had also fantasized about walking with his beloved woman in the shade of the plane trees on the Molière Road – he took her by the hand and walked under the watery moonlight over the hollowed-out red brick wall on the side of the Molière Road, the moonlight shining through the swaying plane leaves and glowing faintly on their bodies. He took her hand, and she leaned on his shoulder, and he took advantage of the situation to wrap his arms around her slender waist and feel the tremor of her body, and he was intoxicated by the fragrance of her snow-white head and neck, and body odor. She looked back at him affectionately, and he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her fiery red lips......

In Yoshino's dreamland, the woman who shared this romantic walk with him was not the coquettish izakaya proprietress Ryoko Hirosue, nor the innocent and lovely little sister Atsuko Sasaki, who had just given her chastity to him, but the beautiful Chinese young woman She Manshi, who was lying on the bed of the Shanghai Dispatch Army General Hospital and was seriously injured!

No matter how much Yoshino's betrayal of this woman is, as soon as he sees Shemanshi, Yoshino's heart is immediately conquered by her beauty, and even if Shemanshi has always been cold to him, his admiration has increased unabated.

As Yoshino leaned on the back seat of the sedan and fell asleep in his own obsession, their car had stopped silently at the entrance of the alley in Xiangshan, where the drivers of the plum agency were trained to always coast in neutral gear when approaching the target, so as to slow down the car slowly to avoid the screeching braking sound of the target.