The Seoul Grand Hotel is a five-story building, which is already a super tall building in Seoul.

Zhou Ronghua took action, and with the special certificate of the Japanese Army Headquarters in Seoul, he easily entered the building and explained to the duty commander of the headquarters that he wanted to see Dr. Yamamoto Toshito, who was a student of Dr. Watanabe at Tokyo Imperial University, and had important matters to discuss.

Sure enough, this sign worked very well, and Zhou Ronghua was soon allowed to enter Dr. Yamamoto's room.

Yamamoto was about fifty years old, with an angular face and unkempt face. He may have been working in a small office in his room in his nightgown just now, and when he heard that he was the personal envoy of his old classmate, General Watanabe, he gladly put on his coat and met Zhou Ronghua in the living room.

"You are?"

"Next week, Ronghua, Mr. Yamamoto Torito, I am a student of Dr. Watanabe, and I made a special trip to pay a visit."

"Hello! Nice to meet you! ”

"How's Dr. Watanabe's health?"

"Good, Doctor!"

Zhou Ronghua replied. Dr. Yamamoto did not have the frame of the chief consultant of the Japanese public buildings in Seoul, but was completely a scholar, and Zhou Ronghua noticed that the architectural expert was very kind, and he couldn't help but strengthen his confidence.

"It's too presumptuous to bother you so late!"

"It's okay, I'm also free so late, I hope you don't mind, our meeting should be over in fifteen minutes, otherwise, the duty officer will report again."

After Yamamoto finished speaking humorously, he poured a cup of tea for Zhou Ronghua, and while the two were talking, Yamamoto inquired about Dr. Watanabe's health with great interest. Talking about the past, Yamamoto said with emotion:

"Dr. Watanabe is a genius, he is very accomplished in engineering, but it's a pity that he can't come to Seoul, otherwise we might be the best mates!"

"Yes, Dr. Watanabe often mentions you as his best classmate and loves basketball."

Zhou Ronghua's sentence is completely guessed, because in his own information, Dr. Watanabe likes basketball, so his old classmates also have this hobby.

"Did he mention it? Ha ha! Watanabe is a god pitcher, and he always wins more when we play! ”

Zhou Ronghua roughly told Dr. Watanabe's "greetings" to Yamamoto Congren, and they were all words of concern for Yamamoto Congren's health. Dr. Yamamoto was very happy to hear this.

"This is the high-quality cloisonne brought by Dr. Watanabe when he was in China, and it was personally selected by Dr. Watanabe, but unfortunately many of them were damaged later for different reasons, and only this Ming Dynasty wine pot of Shuanglong playing in the water remains."

Zhou Ronghua gave the precious cloisonné to Dr. Yamamoto Congren, and Yamamoto Congren was flattered to accept it, because he knew about his love of antiques in the intelligence, and it happened that he had this treasure brought from China in his suitcase, and he used it in a place.

However, Zhou Ronghua's eyes kept scanning his room, and he knew that this was the temporary office of Dr. Yamamoto, and judging from the furnishings and drawing tools in Dr. Yamamoto's room, he was doing rigorous calculations here.

In order to find out if there was a mechanism in the room, and how to get in so that the alarm would not be triggered, he "accidentally" knocked over the cup of tea, and then, feeling guilty, scrambled to the hallway of the hut, pretending to look for a rag to wipe it on.

There was no bell, and Zhou Ronghua immediately judged that there was no alarm device installed here.

"Let's let the waiter clean up!" Dr. Yamamoto shouted kindly, "The rag is in the bathroom, but you're a guest, so find someone to help!" ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Doctor, I'd better get it myself." …,

Zhou Ronghua went to the bathroom, took a towel to wipe off the coffee on the sofa, and then sent it back. When he saw that there was a large ventilation fan in the bathroom, he had a number in his heart.

Taking advantage of the doctor's busy removing the coffee cup, he opened the large dose of compressed sleeping pills that he had prepared and quietly poured it into the doctor's coffee pot.

"Dr. Tomoto Yamamoto, I'm leaving!"

"Young man, I really want to keep you sitting for a while, but I can't help myself, please forgive me!"

He pointed to the guards outside and said, "I can't stand the impenetrable protection of coming to Seoul!" ”

"The Doctor is working for a peaceful mission, so he needs to be quiet, and besides, protecting you is also for safety!"

"Yes! I'm going to stay here for another month, and you, Dr. Watanabe, are free to go wherever you want! ”

"He can't help himself, Dr. Watanabe misses his old classmates very much, and Japan is so close to here, isn't it hard to get a wish!"

"Alas, each other! Young man, I won't keep you! ”

"You're so kind, I'll go back and tell Dr. Watanabe that he'll be glad to know that you've been so hospitable to his personal envoy!"

"Oh, by the way, you, where do I think I've seen it?"

Yamamoto narrowed his eyes kindly, as if reminiscing.

"Yes, I used to listen to your lectures when I was at Tokyo Imperial University."

"Oh! Look at my memory, I remember, you are in the meeting! ”

"Then I won't bother! Goodbye, Doctor! I'm going to board a ship from Incheon tomorrow to Japan, and I've booked my tickets, so I'm going to bring back your greetings to Dr. Watanabe. ”

Zhou Ronghua deliberately mentioned the port of Incheon. Dr. Yamamoto shook his head and politely suggested, "You want to go from Incheon Port?" You may not be able to walk in three days! ”

"That's bad, what's my ticket, Doctor?"

"At the moment civilian ships in Incheon are all requisitioned, maybe you can follow them to Pusan, and then transfer to Japan there."

Zhou Ronghua pretended to be grateful and suddenly realized, but in fact, he was secretly happy that Japan was indeed withdrawing a large number of troops from Korea to Taiwan.

"yes, why didn't I call beforehand?" Zhou Ronghua pretended not to know and said: "It's okay, then I have to send a telegram to Dr. Watanabe, I'll be a few days late to go back, thank you so much, Mr. Doctor!" ”

"Goodbye! In the future, if Dr. Watanabe has any personal matters, he can come to me directly! ”

"Okay, I'll pass it on!"

He checked the route around the Seoul Grand Hotel and drew a detailed map in his mind, and one kilometer north of the Grand Hotel was the residence of Wolsan Daejung, the eldest son of Seongjong, the ninth monarch of the Lee Sung-gye dynasty, which was located in the very center of Seoul. It was exceptionally clean and peaceful.

At present, there is silence enveloping the place, as if an old man with vicissitudes of life is desolate waiting for the noisy Seoul

Zhou Ronghua chose to get there first, and then waited for the opportunity to act. There is a path behind the Seoul Hotel that leads to the Hangang Park, from where you can go straight to the Han River, and although there are Japanese patrols around the hotel at night, the guards are not so strong. This provided convenience for Zhou Ronghua to "visit at night" the residence of Dr. Yamamoto Yoshito.

When it comes to stealing intelligence, Zhou Ronghua is a super agent!

Zhou Ronghua has already calculated the route

He didn't sleep, his eyes looking out the window from time to time. After the Japanese occupation of Seoul, the law and order was chaotic, in order to strictly prevent the sabotage of the Korean opposition organizations, the gendarmerie was everywhere in plain clothes**, at this moment, there were three figures walking around in the autumn night breeze outside, one of them was a tall man wrapped in an overcoat, struggling, at midnight due to the cold, the man left. After he left, the other two spies also felt cold, so they discussed it and went to a nearby nightclub. …,

The streets of Seoul were quiet, it was already two o'clock in the morning, Zhou Ronghua looked at his watch, and estimated that the medicine in Dr. Yamamoto's coffee should have worked completely. He quietly went downstairs and approached the Seoul Hotel at night.

Zhou Ronghua was carefully dressed at night, wearing a black tights and light rubber shoes, so he walked silently.

Twenty-five minutes later, Zhou Ronghua was already in the corridor on the first floor of the Seoul Hotel.

Zhou Ronghua quietly came to the third floor, one of the two Japanese officers in charge of guarding the doctor had fallen asleep, and the other was not there, Zhou Ronghua probably should have gone to the bathroom or somewhere!

He sneaked to the doctor's door according to the predetermined route, and listened intently for a while. The lights inside were on, but there was a sound of snoring, and Zhou Ronghua knew that the medicine had worked, so it took less than thirty seconds to open the door of Dr. Yamamoto Toshito's room.

He crept to his feet for a while, and the Doctor was reassured that he was asleep, and immediately went to the back room, where he had tried, and there was no alarm.

However, just as he was about to open the door and enter, he suddenly felt the watch on his arm and was attracted by the iron door, which was a faint magnetic sensation that an untrained agent could not perceive.

Zhou Ronghua broke out in a cold sweat. He was a little reckless just now, this kind of door is a magnetic door, and a magnetic field will be generated after being electrified, once touched, the magnetic field lines will change slightly because of the conductivity of the body, and the control mechanism will activate the guardhouse electric bell.

Zhou Ronghua understood that the switch must be found and the power must be turned off before the door can be opened. He looked around and suddenly found that on the bookshelf in the doctor's outhouse, there was a bronze statue with a small torch on its arm, but the shrewd Zhou Ronghua found that the torch was made very exquisitely

Button!

Zhou Ronghua tiptoed over and looked closely, and it turned out that there was a small hole under the bronze statue, and a tiny wire passed through the wooden lattice and was buried in the decorative wall. Zhou Ronghua concluded that this was the button, and then pressed it gently.

The drawing room slowly opened with a little noise of electricity. Zhou Ronghua walked in quickly.

Inside there was a large drawing board, and on an extra-large table, lay several drawings of peculiar compositions, covered with architectural and military geological symbols. Zhou Ronghua immediately took out a miniature camera and took pictures of the drawings on the plate continuously.

Then he relied on his sense of hearing to open a heavy metal safe in the innermost part.

When it opens, it reveals a large roll of drawings and a delicately bound booklet!