Chapter Twenty-Three: Day by Day

As long as he does not leave the cage of Building 2, William Smith is ostensibly free, and on this day he finally decided to talk to Heiichiro Ono, who does not know Chinese and Japanese at all, and only speaks English and German, but Ono is proficient in English and Chinese in addition to his native language, and the two have been communicating in English these days. Ono's polite greetings concealed a sharp edge: "Mr. Smith, please take a seat, please taste my tea ceremony skills." I regret that I will have to hand you over to the Germans in the near future, and although I personally do not want to see such an outcome, as a soldier, I really cannot resist the orders of the base camp. ”

William Smith stubbornly shook his head: "Although science knows no borders, but in this world, the only thing I can't work for is the Nazis, even if I die." My loved ones, eleven people, were sent to concentration camps by the Nazis! ”

Ono bowed slightly and sighed: "I understand your feelings, but please also understand my difficulties, soldiers, especially those of the Great Japanese Empire, obedience is not only a duty, but also a virtue. Unless...... You are willing to serve the Great Japanese Empire. ”

"No, I've already answered you many times, Germany and Japan are allies, and I won't do anything for Japan until there's a sure guarantee that my research won't be stolen or shared by the Germans."

"Then I can only express my regret, although I personally have great respect for your person, Mr. Smith, and your knowledge. If you think about it, time is running out. You know the methods of the Nazis, falling into the hands of the Germans, I'm afraid...... Trust me, I really don't want that terrible thing to happen. Seeing that Smith was lost in thought, Ono got up and said, "Please sit down, it's a little trivial, and I'll be absent for a while." ”

Smith sat alone for a long time, the sun was setting, the early summer sun was shining, he couldn't open his eyes, he got up and wanted to leave, suddenly a newspaper on the desk came into view: he couldn't read Chinese, but ...... A familiar text in a dense Chinese...... What's going on? Ancient Hebrew? Does anyone here also know Hebrew?

As Jews who had lost their homeland and wandered around the world for thousands of years, the Smiths were bitter about not having a homeland, and from his father's generation, his family was a fervent Zionist who dreamed of returning to the Middle East and rebuilding the Jewish state. These Zionists believed that a people without a written language had no soul, so they wanted to resurrect the ancient Hebrew script, which had long been lost. After decades, this ancient script was finally put into use, and they struggled to spread it in the hope that one day they could relive the glory of King David. Smith knew that there were only a few hundred people in the world who could understand this kind of writing, and all of them were Jews in Britain and the United States. He and his wife were two of them. Why is there an ancient Hebrew in the newspapers of Shanghai, China? He suppressed his excitement and glanced at it, this text seemed to be one of the letters, he looked at it carefully, and almost cried, it turned out that it was actually written to him by his wife! Eliza Smith, nicknamed Isha, is a nickname that is only used between husband and wife! His heart was beating wildly, wife, still alive! For a long time, Smith forced himself to calm down. In the hours that followed, he paced back and forth in the corridors, sometimes aimlessly in and out of Ono's office, flipping through newspapers and magazines he couldn't read, looking at some of the comic strips like "Good Friends" and the like, while others were just venting his depression and seemed to be preoccupied. Heiichiro Ono, who was watching Smith's every move in the other room, saw the fluctuation of Smith's feelings, and he thought that his words in the afternoon had touched this scientist who was very simple to everyone else except his own profession, and he was struggling fiercely in his heart. Ono was optimistic and instructed no one to disturb.

At twenty-one in the evening, Smith finally said that he wanted to talk to Ono. Ono made a look like he had just come back from outside: "It's rude, I heard that you haven't had dinner yet, let's dine together, please try our Japanese sashimi and sushi." ”

Smith seems to have finally made up his mind: "I promised to play for Japan, but I had one condition: I would go to Japan with my wife and son, immediately." When we parted, my wife and I agreed that if we all made it to China alive, we would meet in an Italian church in Shanghai. The priest there was our friend. This is the address of the church, please help me find the whereabouts of their mother and son. ”

Ono immediately nodded in agreement: "Please rest assured, Mr. Smith, I will do my best, in this troubled world, it has always been my wish to help you, my friend, and reunite with my family." ”

Ono immediately arranged and sent the captain of the gendarmerie, Masao Muto, to the church, but Father Martin said that Mrs. Smith had indeed come to the church three months ago to wait for her husband, and more than once, but after the last appearance half a month ago, she was completely desperate, saying that she was leaving Shanghai for the United States. Whether it has already taken place, or whether it is still stranded in Shanghai, is unknown. Muto did not dare to slack off, and while reporting to Heiichiro Ono, he ordered his subordinates to go separately to find out the whereabouts of Eliza Smith and her son John Smith at the Immigration Department, the U.S. Consulate in Shanghai, and the police stations in various districts to help find them. After two days of non-stop travel, I finally learned that at 10 o'clock in the morning of the same day, Eliza Smith mother and son were about to leave Shanghai for the United States on the Queen Victoria passenger ship. Masao Muto breathed a sigh of relief, he was so lucky, if he was one step too late, he would be in trouble, and he would also alarm the Imperial Navy to intercept it on the high seas, and even if the interception was successful, it could lead to a diplomatic conflict between Japan and the United States. He led the men to the docks at once, found Eliza Smith and her son, and handed William Smith's handwritten letter in English to Mrs. Smith. In the midst of the turmoil, Mrs. Smith was surprised and delighted to receive the exact news of her husband, and immediately agreed to go with Masao Muto to see her husband.

At the office window on the third floor of Building 2 at No. 76, Heiichiro Ono looked at Smith's mother and son through the window. Mrs. Smith is in her forties, slender and emaciated, and is a standard middle-aged housewife in Europe and the United States. Her son, John Smith, was seventeen or eighteen years old, his face was covered with pimples, and his figure looked an inch or two taller than his father's, but he was still young and immature. The polite Ono met with Mrs. Smith's mother and son: "Mrs. Smith, please rest assured." But if you see that you are so haggard, you will definitely ...... Confidant, please let my wife do a little bit of the landlord's friendship, recommend to you the unique hot springs of our country, wash the dust, and then reunite with the husband, okay? ”

Mrs. Smith was anxious to reunite with her husband, but she couldn't refuse the "caring" of the stranger in front of her, who controlled the life and death of her family, so she had to reluctantly nod her head in agreement, and Masao Muto personally led someone to drive to greet the VIP. The mother and son went for more than two hours, and Muto Masao rushed back first: "General, according to your orders, the agent disguised as a maid in the bath carefully checked the clothes and bodies of the mother and son, and did not find anything abnormal. General, forgive your offense, have you been overly careful? ”

Ono smiled faintly: "There is an old Chinese saying: more is better than less, and it doesn't matter if it doesn't matter?" A secret message came to the base camp, and on the 20th, it was to send the Smith family of three to Japan early tomorrow morning. Muto-kun, in order to hide the eyes and ears of the people and prevent the Germans from getting the news, I have decided that you will take three agents and take the civilian passenger liner Rising Sun to Tokyo. Tonight was a feast to celebrate the Smith family reunion. ”

Muto saluted: "Please rest assured, the general, his subordinates will definitely live up to the trust." The subordinates now immediately order No. 76 to serve the most sumptuous food and wine for today's dinner. ”

The great achievement was about to be completed, and Zhao Jingdong, who was very proud, personally took several Japanese military police officers to inspect the Japanese sake, American whiskey, French snails and so on sent by Liu Zezhi. At this time, a black car carried Mrs. Smith's mother and son back to Building 2, and when she saw her long-lost husband, Mrs. Smith took the initiative to throw herself into her husband's arms. In the middle of the ring, Smith kissed his son's forehead again, and the family of three hugged and cried again. Ono smiled attentively: "The dinner party is ready, it's not a respect, please." ”

At the banquet, Mrs. Smith poured wine for her husband, and Mr. Smith kept caressing his wife's hair. Ono was empathetic and ended the party early, and the Smiths hugged each other and left for the bedroom. Early the next morning, Masao Muto was ready to go. Ono asked, "Is it still smooth lì?" Was there anything unusual about last night's listening? ”

Muto involuntarily smiled ambiguously: "It's normal, after a long absence, it is better to get married, and it didn't stop for one night, and the ancients didn't deceive it." Europeans and Americans, it's really amazing......"

Heiichiro Ono couldn't help but smile: "Sour fake vinegar." Alright, Muto-kun, let's go. ”

In order to be sure, Masao Muto and his party of seven chartered four rooms on the right side of the third floor on the highest floor of the Rising Sun passenger ship, with two agents living in each of the two rooms, Mr. and Mrs. Smith living in the third room, and John Smith living alone in the second room. After a full day's travel, the liner sailed out of the China Sea and into the open sea. Night falls. Muto arrives at the Smiths' room with an assistant and invites them to dinner with them. Naturally, Mr. and Mrs. Smith happily accepted the invitation. As the only lady, Mrs. Smith took on the role of hostess, beckoning the guests to dinner. After three rounds of drinking, Mrs. Smith looked down at her watch, buckled the time, and smiled: "Muto-kun, I want to tell you a word." ”

Muto Masao smiled: "Madame, please have something to say, Muto listens." ”

Mrs. Smith bowed her head: "Muto-kun, I'm not Mrs. Smith, I'm a CIA agent -- Laura. Chris. He wasn't my son, he was a U.S. Marine Edward. Richard"

"What?!" Masao Muto stood up suddenly, and he was about to draw his gun! With a burst of dizziness, he struggled hard, but he still had gold stars in his eyes and fell to the ground and died! Before the other agent could react, the poison in the wine had already taken effect, and he met Hades in a daze.

Laura Cress "mother and son" searched for the guns of Masao Muto, walked out of the cabin, and came to the door of the guest room on the edge, at this moment, the gentle and thin housewife was gone, and in its place was an agile professional agent! The big boy behind her seemed to have grown all at once. She knocked on the door twice, "I'm Mrs. Smith." I'm going to get you some cake. ”

The two Japanese agents in the room did not suspect and opened the door: "Thank you, Mrs. Smith, ......"

Lara Cress swooped in and picked up a chair cushion, and through the cushion came a shot, and after a dull gunshot, the agent went limp, and fell to the ground. Almost at the same time, John Smith's right hand flashed, and his whole body exerted force, breaking the neck bone of the last Japanese agent! "Mother and son" looked at each other and nodded.

When Laura Cress and the others returned to the cabin, Masashi said, "Mr. Smith, you're frightened. On behalf of the Government of the United States, I welcome you. Your wife and son arrived safely in Washington, D.C., three days ago, and are waiting to be reunited with your family. Mr. Richard, the speedboat that will pick us up will arrive in ten minutes, and it's up to you, the Marine, to get out of the Rising Sun. ”

"Please rest assured, as soon as I got on the ship yesterday, I was optimistic about the escape route, the Rising Sun is a civilian passenger ship, for me, he is unguarded."

William Smith was only relieved at this point: "Thank you for your help, and please convey my heartfelt thanks to the Military Command Bureau of the Chinese Nationalist Government on my behalf." ”

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