At the gate of the Japanese Consulate General, there were several Japanese soldiers with loaded guns, who looked like they were showing off their might and were invincible.

At this moment, a group of adjustment posts suddenly walked out of the consulate door, and they nodded at the sentry, and the sentry's face became nervous, and he monitored the security left and right more closely. At this time, several military trucks with tarpaulins drove in, and the adjustment whistle waved small flags, guiding several military vehicles into the Consulate General.

After the truck enters the consulate gate, turn right onto a side road and head towards the backyard. There was no canvas to cover the back of the truck, and from the gate, you could see that the people in the truck were all handcuffed and shackled, some were covered in blood, and some were in tattered clothes. They were all anti-Japanese patriots arrested by Japanese spies everywhere on Xiamen.

Japanese trucks drove into the backyard of the Consulate General, which was more heavily guarded and eerie than the front yard, surrounded by a two-meter-high courtyard wall, which was covered with rolled barbed wire and electricity. It turned out to be a secret and eerie prison in the consulate, with a crematorium, chimneys high, and wisps of black smoke rising from time to time, like the souls who had been killed and ran to heaven......

Standing in the office building of the Consulate General, Nishikawa Oshima looked through the window at the carloads of Chinese who had been arrested, his face even more solemn and ashamed.

He couldn't help but fall into deep thought, and a quick knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

He hurriedly collected his emotions when a Japanese policeman knocked on the door and walked in.

"Mr. Oshima, Consul General Uchida, please come over." The Japanese policeman said bluntly.

"What is the matter, specially ordered someone to invite, in the past, Uchida was directly notified by phone?" This made him feel that this time was unusual from the past, and this unusualness had shown that Uchida had become suspicious of himself, and he couldn't help but be alert.

But his face remained calm, and he simply cleaned up the things on the table and left with the Japanese policeman.

The two of them were speechless along the way, and Nishikawa Oshima quickly entered the office of Consul General Uchida after wearing a corridor with the Japanese police.

"Consul General Uchida, do you have something to do with me?" Nishikawa Oshima was still polite, bowing and asking.

"Oh, I've got you here today, there's an important task for you to do." Uchida said with a kind face and a solemn face.

Uchida said, took out a document bag marked with classified on it from the safe cabinet and handed it to Nishikawa Oshima, he looked serious: You have to personally hand over this document to Radio No. 3, and let him send it to General Miyata of the Naval Garrison Command immediately, there must be no mistake.

"Hello!" Nishikawa Oshima took the document and left in a hurry.

Uchida looked at his back with an elusive expression on his face.

The next morning, the weather was crisp and sunny outside.

Nishikawa Oshima walked through a street in a suit and leather shoes, and the buildings on both sides of the street were decorated with Japanese military flags, and the plaster flags seemed to stain the beautiful scenery with blood.

He quickly got up and entered a street, which was a different view, and there was a bustle of people, many disheveled and destitute thin men and women, selling watermelons, jackfruits, coconut water, rambutan, vermicelli, cakes, bread, etc., and some old people and children, kneeling in the center of the street and begging passers-by.

On both sides of the street are small stalls, and the cries of hawkers come and go. Hearing the clamour, Oshima Nishikawa suddenly felt hungry, and casually came to a steamed bun shop, and said kindly: "Boss, come to a drawer of steamed buns!" ”

"Okay, wait a minute!" Seeing that it was a Japanese, the owner of the steamed bun shop didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly opened the lid of the pot and took out a drawer of steamed buns and brought it over.

Nishikawa Oshima took the opportunity to get up sideways and look to the side, and found that a suspicious person was watching him not far behind him. He panicked a little at first, but quickly calmed down.

"Boss, pack it for me, I'll take it."

"Okay." The boss wrapped the bun in oiled paper and handed it to Nishikawa Oshima, who paid the money and walked down the street unhurriedly. He walked down another street, looked alarmistly to the left and right as he turned, and spotted another stalker.

Nishikawa Oshima took out a bun and stuffed it into his mouth, and walked forward casually.

The young man who was following quietly followed, keeping a certain distance from Oshima.

Oshima Nishikawa suddenly increased his speed and crossed the two streets, and the two young men also quickened their pace, always maintaining a certain distance, and they were in a stalemate for a while, and suddenly the sirens and hurried footsteps of the Japanese army were heard in front. Seeing that the person who still hadn't gotten rid of the followers, Oshima Nishikawa was a little anxious, sweat broke out on his forehead, and his steps were a little messy, while the young man who was staring at him behind him was very calm and unhurried.

Nishikawa Oshima hurriedly turned into a street entrance, and passed by a gate, where an old man in his sixties wearing sunglasses suddenly poked out. He stepped forward and grabbed Nishikawa Oshima's arm, lowered his voice and said, "Please follow me."

Oshima Nishikawa obediently entered the gate, and the old man hurriedly closed the gate again.

The footsteps of the watchers outside the door were heard.

The two men leaned against the door, holding their breath.

Watching the two watchers pass through the doorway, the footsteps fade away.

The old man listened attentively, leaned over the door to listen to the movement, and whispered to Oshima: You don't have to be afraid, I am a friend of Mr. Hong Tongchang, and I am here to pick you up.

Nishikawa Oshima nodded.

The two people quickly walked out of the courtyard gate, hurried all the way in the opposite direction, and quickly disappeared into the alley.

The two watchers turned into another long alley and found that there was no trace of Nishikawa Oshima, and only then did they start to get nervous.

One of them said eagerly in Japanese, "The man has run, chase after him!" ”

Two Japanese spies ran after them.