There is a small building in the west of the coastal city, a lonely one, poked in the large and empty courtyard, which looks a little sad and deserted.

The yard wasn't so empty from the start, it was filled with potted plants and movable rockeries when its old owner was still there. According to the old tradition of the seaside, this is not an auspicious arrangement, because there is nothing to take root in the ground, which indicates that the people in this courtyard will be adrift for the rest of their lives.

There is some truth in the old saying that it can be passed down. The previous owner of this courtyard was surnamed Hua, an old widower, and his three sons were sent out to the ocean one by one when they grew up, and they were gone forever. Mr. Hua lived in this house for a few years, and in the dead of night, he suddenly loaded all the potted rocks in the house and pulled them away. And his room of fine wooden furniture and foreign objects turned out to be like a useless bunch of burdens, abandoned by the owner on the seashore shrouded in the clouds of war, along with this lonely house.

But the war did not come after all, and the house should have changed hands. Its new owner is a Japanese woman who often wears a colored kimono, and she fell in love with this lonely building, and even Wang Puppet Binhai authorities originally gave her a luxurious and magnificent building, she didn't want it, but she chose such an unlucky courtyard, brought a bunch of people to move in, and hung a white wooden sign on the gate, which read: "Japanese Consulate General in Binhai".

The new occupants did not change the layout of the house, and did not even put some decorations in the courtyard, so that the building stood like a dagger pointing to the sky, ready to jump up and pierce the skin of God.

But the new owner of the house, which has been converted into an office building, is a gentle one, who likes to wear kimonos, comb her hair in an Edo period bun, and speak slowly and logically, like the lady of Ouri's Imperial Authority.

Such a look made the most unruly visitors carefully hold their breath in front of her.

"The reason why I am bothering you to come here today is because of a very important matter."

She speaks Japanese, her tone is soft, mixed with the rippling aroma of tea, which makes people unconsciously relaxed.

"We've got a piece of information going out."

The aroma of tea and the soft aftertaste are still lingering, but the relaxed atmosphere in the room is swishing and frozen. The three of them -- Tan Jing, a reporter from the "Chaosheng Daily" who was wearing a bamboo blue robe, Xie Liunian, director of the Binhai Political Security Bureau, who was wearing a black suit, and Fujii Shou, the head of the Japanese Army's coastal secret service agency in a yellow uniform, straightened their backs as if they were being stretched by someone.

No one answered immediately, but Xie Liunian reached out and picked up the tea cup in front of him, bowed his head and drank tea, as if he was covering up and seemed to be indifferent.

The other three went to see him together, Xie Liunian took a sip of tea, put the teacup back in its place, as if he had just noticed the eyes of the others, showed a confused expression, and still did not speak.

"Where did it come from?" In the end, it was Fujii Shou who opened his mouth first, and his voice was a little sharp, like Xingshi asking for guilt.

"From Fujii-kun's side." The kimono woman raised her eyebrows to look at him, but her gaze was only on him, and she quickly turned to Xie Liunian, "Or Xie Jun's side." ”

Fujii Shou let out a disdainful "hiss" sound, half of his face was contemptuous and half disgusted: "Since this is the case, it is also possible that it flowed out of Consul Sukawa's side." ”

"Yes, it's possible that it flowed out of me." Qi Chuan Xun repeated, and then set his eyes on Tan Jing, "After all, in my office, Tan Jun is free to come and go." ”