Ono heard him snort and immediately turned her head to stare at him. But Tan Jing looked back innocently, and coughed twice by the way, as if the sneer just now was just because his throat was uncomfortable.

He didn't give Ono Meidai a chance to speak, and said directly to Sukawa Shun: "There is no guarantee that every one of the people on this list is an undercover agent of the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, but they are more suspicious than others." ”

Sukawa Shun clicked on the list: "If this piece of paper is sent to Fujii-kun, whether it is innocent or suspicious, they will shed their skin if they don't die, out of humanitarian considerations." Tan Jun might as well go back and verify it carefully. ”

"There is an old Chinese saying that it is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let one go." Tan Jing smiled slightly, he was fair-skinned, with a pair of gold-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a polite face, but the words he said made people shudder, "The consul asked me to screen the Kuomintang and Communist agents lurking in our place, this is the result of my screening, as for verification, it should be Fujii-kun's job." ”

As he spoke, he held his glasses with his right hand, and suddenly switched to Japanese: "But...... In the end, Fujii-kun is a member of the military department, and Consul Sugawa should have an armed force under the direct leadership of the consulate who is responsible for assisting the consulate's intelligence work. ”

Tan Jing studied in Japan, but he still studied journalism. When he speaks Japanese, his pronunciation is standard and his words are clear, and his demeanor and tone are like a complete Japanese, and even Sukawa Jun occasionally feels in a trance, feeling that he is like himself, a young Japanese who came to work in China.

Midai Ono stood on the side of Sukawa's desk, bowed her head slightly, and looked at a phone on the desk as if she hadn't heard anything.

Sukawa Shunya also switched to Japanese, and said to the conversation: "They are all for His Majesty the Emperor, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of Military Affairs do not distinguish between you and me, but Tanjun's suggestion is very good, and I will consider it carefully." ”

Tan Jing nodded: "I shouldn't go back and forth to the consulate too often, especially since Director Xie of the Security Bureau has begun to make a big move, I come here frequently, and it is easy to expose my identity." Consul Qichuan also asked for early handling of that list. ”

Ono snorted, as if to return the sneer he had given him.

Qi Chuan Xun glanced at her, and then said to Tan Jing: "What Tan Jun said is that I owe it to me in this regard. ”

When Tan Jing left the consulate, he put on a top hat and sunglasses, and he was also holding a civilization stick, which was pressed low so that he could cover most of his face, like a noble nobleman. He wears a cheongsam every day, but when he comes to the consulate, he wears a suit, and his shirt and trousers are hidden in the cheongsam, and he wants to change his clothes, but he takes off the cheongsam and changes into a blazer, and takes off the blazer and changes into a cheongsam.

Midai Ono was in Sugawa's office when she saw through the window that Tan Jing had gotten into the car prepared for him by the consulate and drove out of the main entrance. Qi Chuan Xun was behind her, and suddenly asked, "You don't seem to like Tan Jun very much." ”

Ono Midai turned around, sighed softly, and then shook his head: "He is a Chinese, he should not be involved in such a high-level secret." ”

Qi Chuan Shun was silent: "He is a Chinese with ideals. ”

Raising a butcher's knife against his own compatriots, just to pursue the ideals of a foreign race?

Ono thought so, but didn't say so, she paused and said, "He scared me." ”

She walked over and wanted to reach for the list on Sukawa's desk.

Qi Chuan Xun raised a hand and pressed it, and said: "I still need to consider the names on this list, 'I would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let go of one', this is the style of the military department, which can only provoke resistance, and what we want is obedience and heartfelt recognition." ”

Qi Chuan Shun smiled slowly, the smile chiseled a dimple on her face, lined with her gentle kimono, looking gentle and quiet, and even blurred her ambition to swallow the sky in her next sentence: "In the year of my survival, I vow to incorporate the territory of Tang into my territory." ”