Dressed in an unassuming green bamboo cloth robe, with neatly tidied short hair, and a pair of rimless round glasses on the bridge of his nose, Zuo Nosuke Katsumasa sat in the room of the inner hall of the Kikusha Society, carefully reading the newspaper in his hand.

And on the small coffee table next to Sanosuke Katsumasa, newspapers from various newspapers were piled up half an inch thick. From the Beiping Ping Pao, which invited a special university questioner to write an article, to those third-rate tabloids that specialize in publishing some ghost stories and rumors in the market, the newspapers that can be collected in Sijiu City have all been piled up on the coffee table next to Zuo Nosuke Katsumasa!

Next to the newspaper, the blue and white porcelain gold-painted gaiwan tea cup is soaked in this year's pre-rain Longjing buds. In the small four-inch blue and white porcelain gold-painted plate on the mahogany tray, two dried fruits and two dim sum are the best goods that can be touched in Sijiu City. Ordinary large families have distinguished guests in their homes, so they can put out such hospitality things.

Looking to the side, there are two German tap fountain pens resting on the small coffee table. Just look at the golden pen hanging on the cap of the tap fountain pen, then you can understand that these two German tap fountain pens are not ordinary, and they can be exchanged for several pockets of foreign noodles at the last time!

After reading the newspaper in his hand word by word, Zuo Zhisuke Katsumasa gently put the newspaper into the pile of newspapers on the coffee table, then reached out and pinched a few dried fruits and threw them into his mouth and chewed slowly.

Twenty years ago, Sanosuke Katsumasa never dreamed that he would be able to live such a life!

At that time, Sanosuke Katsumasa, whose family was a fisherman in Hokkaido, Japan. The family guarded a few thin grounds, a broken boat, and had to fish in the sea on a stormy day, and the family, whether men or women, took off the rest of the cloth and pierced it into the sea, and whether they could go home alive or not depended on their own lives.

After a year, I can receive food and dried fish from the family, but it is still not enough for the family to chew and wrap. The whole family can eat a bite of radish rice during the Chinese New Year, and it must be regarded as a good year. When he was twelve years old, Sanosuke Katsumasa ate noodles made of soba noodles once when he was seven years old - it was still that year when he went fishing in the sea, he happened to catch a pearl and exchanged it for money, and the whole family went into the city for a walk, and one person ate a bowl of soba noodles in clear soup, which was regarded as a return to fierce meat!

When he was twelve years old, two years of natural disasters finally brought down a poor family. I don't know who started in the village, but every family began to carry the old man over 60 out of the house, and threw it into the mountains and forests on the edge of the village in the dead of night!

According to the village chief's words, this is sixty years old, and he can't do any work, and it is a waste of food to keep it! In that case, let's throw it into the mountains, and save yourself from being an eyesore in front of you!

When all the old people in the village over sixty years old were thrown into the mountains to die, and then they went down, and the people in the village went up the road to ask the women of each family to sell themselves!

In the winter, a basin of well water with ice stubble washed away some of the strong fishy smell of the women who were about to sell themselves, and then touched some of the clothes that were pressed at the bottom of the box on weekdays and had no patches for the women to wear, and the man who was in charge of the family led his daughter-in-law and daughter into the county seat. Before the silver that had been exchanged for the melons and dates had not yet been warmed in the woman's arms, the man who was waiting next to him had already pounced on him like a wolf, snatched the loose silver and entered the izakaya on the side of the street

At this juncture, I don't know where some people came from, and the gods mysteriously entered the village. After staying at the village chief's house for half a night, the next day all the children over the age of ten in the village gathered in the open space in front of the village chief's house, and those people picked them up and took them away. It will not be taken in vain - according to the calculation of the head, one person will be given ten yen!

I can take a mouth from home that doesn't do much work, but I eat a lot of food, and I can get ten yen for it

At that time, the master craftsmen in the Osaka Artillery Factory were only paid twenty or thirty yen a month!

When he turned around after leaving the village, Zuo Zhisuke Katsumasa didn't see his father's ** eyes looking at him at all, but they competed with each other for the ten yen that had just arrived, and the two fought in the mud

And then towards those days to come

Not only the children in Sanosuke Katsumasa's village, but also hundreds of children from all over Japan were gathered in an unknown place.

The adult who led Sanosuke Katsumasa said that it was a school, and all these children were students. But as long as there are children who fail in their studies and are homesick and want to run, without exception, they are all hung on the high flagpole in the school, and let the crows flying in the sky peck the living into dead people, and the dead people into skeletons

Every moment, every minute, every second, there are always people babbling in their ears - you are the emperor's faithful servants, and everything you have, including your life, belongs to the emperor! The Emperor told you to die, and you have to hurry to die! Even if the emperor wants you to kill your own father and mother, then you should do your part!

After being talked about like this for several years, every time Sanosuke Katsumasa bowed to the portrait hanging on the wall with the growing children around him, a strange year would inexplicably spring up in his heart - could this seemingly unspiritual man allow himself to leave that small village full of cold, poverty, hunger and apathy forever?

As long as you can leave the village forever that makes people feel scared when you think about it, then no matter what the person in the portrait tells you to do, you will definitely do it!

Even if it's to kill yourself!

Even if it was to die, it would be better to go back to that terrible village

The companions around me became fewer and fewer as I grew up. From time to time, new faces will join, and from time to time familiar faces will leave!

It is strictly forbidden to gossip with each other on topics unrelated to their studies, to inquire about anyone's private situation, and to have any form of personal interaction

If someone violates any of these countless 'prohibitions', the only thing that will happen is to disappear!

Gone forever!

Whistleblowing has become a compulsory course, observing everyone around you at all times, and at the same time guarding against anyone around you to observe any of your true thoughts. The routine secret conversation with the instructor once a week, as well as countless private meetings with the instructor from time to time, made everyone, including Sanosuke Katsumasa, live in an inexplicable feeling of fear and threat!

Someone was inexplicably taken away and never returned. Someone else sat up violently in their sleep, and jumped from the third-floor window with a scream! Some people even took part in live-fire training with gloomy faces when they took the southern-style pistol that had just been issued to them and fired indiscriminately at their surroundings, and shot the last bullet into their heads

When Sanosuke Katsumasa finally graduated from that school and was sent blindfolded to the streets of Tokyo, Sanosuke Katsumasa opened a room in a small hotel with the graduation condolence money he had just gotten in his hands, blocked the doors and windows and all the gaps he could find with everything he could find, and slept quietly in that room for twelve hours!

Twelve hours of silence and prying eyes!

But when Sanosuke Katsumasa reopened the sliding door of the hotel room, the innkeeper with a smirk-looking look handed him an envelope containing a ticket to North Korea, some brand new identification, and some money.

From that moment on, Zuo no Suke Katsumasa became Zuo no Suke Katsumasa, and it was always Zuo no Suke Katsumasa - an intelligence officer of the Seoul Intelligence Station in the Korean region sent by the Chrysanthemum Agency!

After working in Seoul for a few years, it was smooth sailing for Zonosuke Katsumasa - the North Koreans, who were ragged and always had a kind of flattering smirk on their faces, were almost born slaves. Just give them a little food or a cigarette, and they can immediately take themselves to arrest the anti-Japanese elements they call them!

Of course, at least more than ninety percent of these so-called anti-Japanese elements are just neighbors who have some quarrels with the North Koreans who are informing, or acquaintances who happen to have a few words of complaint! I can't remember how many times, when Sanosuke Katsumasa had just led people to arrest those so-called anti-Japanese elements, the informants standing next to him would pounce like wolves, take away all the useful things in the broken house that had been searched countless times by Sanosuke Katsumasa's men, and then move back to their own house triumphantly!

Maybe it was luck, or maybe it was fate, after two years of such smooth sailing, Zuo no suke Katsumasa finally got lucky in an operation to capture anti-Japanese elements - a real leader of the anti-Japanese elements grabbed a pistol and killed several of Zuo no Suke Katsumasa's colleagues when facing capture, but in the process of escaping, he was shot by Zuo no Suke Katsumasa and broke his right leg!

Immediately afterwards, the information retrieved from this anti-Japanese element who had his right leg broken by Zuo Zhisuke Katsumasa allowed the Kiku-agency intelligence station in Seoul to sweep away most of the members of the anti-Japanese organization in Seoul in one fell swoop. And when it came to rewarding meritorious deeds, because the unlucky head of the Chrysanthemum Intelligence Station in Seoul was shot in the head by the anti-Japanese element, and several other senior members were either dead or disabled, Zuo Zhisuke Katsumasa naturally became the head of the Chrysanthemum Intelligence Station in Seoul!

With the accumulated merits and the Chinese that he gradually developed in the working environment of Seoul, Sanosuke Katsumasa first received an order to go to Northeast China to serve as the head of the Japanese Reclamation Regiment. Not long after leaving for the northeastern region of China, another order was again sent to Sanosuke Katsumasa - to go to Beiping and serve as the head of the information station of the Ju agency in Beiping!

Naturally, the moment Zuo Zhisuke Shengzheng's feet stepped on the land of Sijiu City, Zuo Zhisuke Shengzheng had the name of a Chinese honest businessman - Zuo Shengzheng. And the shops that had already been prepared for the shops specializing in groceries from the north and south were also grandly hung up in the midst of a burst of firecrackers--Chrysanthemum Society! (To be continued.) Please search, the novel is better and faster!)