Muyang stood under the "Paramount" signboard shining with neon lights, watching men in suits and leather shoes, women with flowers, entering and exiting from this gate, listening to the jazz music coming from inside, and feeling a little excited.

"Paramount" has many legends, and in countless movies that reflect the style of Shanghai in the Republic of China, Paramount has appeared too many times, and it has become one of the most well-known symbols of Shanghai Tang.

Although the most famous dance halls in Shanghai at this time were Cirois, Paramount, New Xianlin and Metropolis, in the eyes of later generations, it is estimated that they are only familiar with Paramount, and the other three have been swept into the dust of history.

Mu Yang straightened his top hat and walked in, not taking the old-fashioned elevator, but walked directly from the wide staircase to the dance hall on the second floor.

At this time, although it was not too late, it was only about six o'clock in the afternoon, but it was already lively inside, and a group of scantily dressed women on the stage kept swinging their smooth thighs with the music, which was extremely seductive. Confusion can be done.

It is different from the dance halls in Tianjin, it seems more extravagant and depraved, and people laugh loudly, as if they can't show his existence without this. The band played very hard, not playing a few tricks to make the atmosphere even stronger.

Muyang found a comfortable position, sat down and asked for a bottle of wine, poured a glass and drank it slowly, observing the surrounding situation from time to time. He hoped that he could find an unlucky ghost like Isuke Takahashi, and that he could get some information so that he could find clues.

Although there are Japanese here, the number is not small, but there is no such thing as being alone, Muyang did not dare to act easily, so he could only continue to observe and wait for the opportunity.

The atmosphere in the ballroom grew more and more enthusiastic as the time went on, as if everyone was crazy, screaming, dancing, and laughing. Are they really so happy, or because of the fear, helplessness and confusion about the future, they deliberately indulge themselves, let themselves be drunk in this blurry night, and forget everything in reality.

It was already late at night, and Muyang still had nothing to gain, so he had to return to the international hotel.

For two days in a row, Muyang went out to the major dance halls, bars, and casinos on the beach, but all in vain. In the hotel room, Mu Yang looked at the endless crowd downstairs, and stood there quietly for a while, quietly thinking about his action strategy.

It seems that I took it for granted, when I met Takahashi Shisuke in Tianjin, it was purely luck, my current behavior, is purely waiting for the rabbit, it seems that I can't wait any longer, I have to be more high-profile, take the initiative, let the Japanese take the initiative to contact me, but what should I do.

After thinking about it for a long time, Muyang still had no clue, and he only grasped one key point in the end, that is, high-profile, must be high-profile.

As for taking the initiative to contact the Japanese, Muyang doesn't dare for the time being, the Japanese are by no means as stupid as in the anti-Japanese drama, as long as there is a slight flaw, they will be exposed, and the end is likely to be caught, although they can escape back to modern times, but it also means that they have failed, and it will be more difficult to get clues in the future, and even the task may not be carried out.

In Shanghai, secret agencies are everywhere, and the peripheral personnel they develop are all over the industry, Muyang believes that as long as he shows a little strangeness, he will definitely be discovered, and now what Muyang has to do is to be discovered by them, but not too radical, and then act at the opportunity.

And in those white noodle restaurants all over the streets and alleys of Shanghai. Coffee House is the best eyeliner for Japanese people.

The next day, Muyang appeared in a very Japanese-style white noodle restaurant, the so-called white noodle restaurant, which is similar to the previous big one. The smoke house, but now it has been purified, which is commonly known as the sea road poison. Product.

A Japanese woman who was smeared as white as a dead person's face smiled and said to Muyang: "This gentleman, welcome to enjoy it, have you eaten this thing before?" ”

Mu Yang looked at the beds in the room, which were already full of people, and could only shake his head helplessly in his heart, the current people of the Republic of China are using this way to anesthetize themselves.

"I'm here for the first time, and I'm a little curious, can I?" Mu Yang said in somewhat broken Chinese.

The proprietress looked Muyang up and down, and then said, "Mr. can't be Japanese, right?" ”

"It's not something you're supposed to care about, I'm just asking you, can I take a look?" Mu Yang said expressionlessly.

The proprietress rolled her eyes and said, "Pay for it and look at it casually." ”

Muyang directly threw $2 to the old woman, and then began to look inside.

This is a fairly high-end smoke house, or white noodle restaurant, which is somewhat similar to the smoke house that Muyang used to see on TV, it is estimated that it was renovated from a smoke house, but now people are no longer using that old-fashioned smoke gun, and then roasting and smoking on the fire, but it has become a more direct and rough way, directly using a tin plate, putting white noodles on the fire to heat a little bit, and then using a straw made of bamboo, inhale the smoke into the lungs vigorously, and enjoy the comfort of drunken dreams and death.

There were also many people waiting, many of them were thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls, beating their legs and knocking their backs, carrying water and sending spittoons, and some directly helping to serve dishes and roast white noodles.

Mu Yang went out, took out a small notebook not far from the door, wrote something on it, and left.

Continuing to the next house, it is much dirtier and filthy, the house is just a two-sided shop, and then people are lying or leaning on it, and they are there with the money that may be their own women selling their bodies, or even selling their sons and daughters, and come here to enjoy a bite, not knowing whether they will be dead or alive in the next moment.

After Muyang walked out, he still took out a small notebook to record something, and then left.

In this way, Muyang visited about 3 tobacco houses, 2 morphine shops, and even a somewhat outdated big tobacco shop, before resting in a teahouse and enjoying his afternoon tea.

There are Pingtan artists performing in the teahouse, and Muyang enjoys listening to the play with his eyes closed. Suddenly, Mu Yang felt that his side suddenly became quiet, and when he opened his eyes, he saw two guys in plain clothes and polite heads in front of him, Mu Yang was startled, and when he turned his head, he found that there were also two people standing behind him.

Muyang figured it out, he had recruited spies, but he didn't look like he was Japanese.

Suddenly, one of them said, "Come with us, this gentleman." ”

"Let's go, go there," Mu Yang knew that the Japanese he was waiting for did not come, but the Chinese came, and he said a little pretending to be stupid.

"No. 76 Daxi Road, Shanghai." After this person finished speaking, he shouted "take it away", and then several people behind Mu Yang rushed up, directly pressed Mu Yang's arm, and dragged him to the street.

There was a car and a truck parked outside at this time, but Muyang didn't seem to have the treatment of a car, and was directly pressed into the truck.

Along the way, Muyang never spoke, but kept thinking in his head.

The so-called plan can't catch up with the changes, and it is estimated that it is my current situation. His original plan was to lure out the Japanese, and then Muyang directly revealed his identity, met with the high-ranking personnel in the Japanese army, and then looked for an opportunity to see if he could get clues about antiques.

But now, he was arrested by the traitor spies, Mu Yang was really a little crying and laughing, forget it, let's act when the opportunity arises.