Chapter 53: Kentaro Miyazaki (please vote for favorites)

Chapter 53 Kentaro Miyazaki (please vote for collection recommendation)

When Cheng Qianfan bent down and approached, Kawada Yongji was on high alert.

He was ready to strike preemptively and kill the Chinese.

“Fukushima’s Daishichijo, I smell the smell of my hometown.”

Just when he was about to take action, he suddenly heard a familiar local accent.

He looked at Cheng Qianfan.

Cheng Qianfan smiled, his face filled with the joy of meeting fellow villagers in a foreign country.

Happy smiling face, joyful eyes looking at the other person expectantly, looking into the other person’s eyes:

surprise.

Suspect.

Joy.

Be alert.

Cheng Qianfan captured the other party's complex emotions from the flash of emotional release in these eyes.

Kawada Nagakichi stood up almost subconsciously. He could tell that this handsome young man had an authentic Fukushima accent.

In addition, the bottle of wine he is drinking is Fukushima's famous local sake Daishichijo. This kind of wine is only sold locally in Fukushima. People in many big cities in Japan have never drunk this kind of wine, let alone the Chinese. .

In his heart, he already subconsciously believed that the other party should be his fellow Fukushima fellow.

However, at the critical moment, the military rules and regulations engraved in his bones made Kawada Nagakichi calm down. He was performing a mission and could not reveal his identity as a subject of the Empire of Japan.

“I told you not to disturb us!” Kawada Yongji suddenly stood up and almost hit Cheng Qianfan.

Cheng Qianfan was caught off guard and stumbled, and the dinner plate in his hand almost fell over. He looked down and saw that the whiskey glass was overturned, the wine was spilled on the dinner plate, half of the chicken and abalone soup was spilled, and the steak almost slipped from the plate.

The relatively loud movement attracted the attention of surrounding passengers.

The bodyguard who was a few bunks away looked over.

Cheng Qianfan shook his head and looked at the middle-aged man with an expression of surprise, incomprehension, and even sadness.

The head bodyguard received Cheng Qianfan's signal and immediately looked away, not looking this way again.

Kawada Nagakichi was a little anxious. He was really worried that this fellow Fukushima fellow would start shouting, which would reveal his Japanese identity.

At this moment, Kawada Eikichi saw the other party let out a long sigh, bowed slightly and said, "Wandering poet Miyazaki Kentaro, I take the liberty of disturbing you."

Looking at the lonely back of Miyazaki Kentaro leaving with a messy dinner plate, Kawada Eikichi could only say sorry to this fellow in his heart.

‘Wandering poet’?

Hearing the identity of Miyazaki Kentaro, Kawada Nagakichi was thoughtful.

“Is he one of yours?” Mr. Little Round Glasses asked Kawada Nagakichi in a low voice.

“No.” Kawada Nagakichi shook his head slightly.

Mr. Mr. Little Round Glasses immediately showed a nervous and frightened expression.

Kawada Nagakichi glanced at the other party contemptuously, "We are Japanese, not you Chinese, you can be sure of this."

Mr. Mr. Small Round Glasses breathed a sigh of relief.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Wen, no one knows that we are taking a train. The attention of the person who wants to kill you is always on the Hinomaru Passenger Ship.”

Go back to your bunk.

Cheng Qianfan looked a little disappointed, and he had lost his appetite for the delicious food, which tasted just like wine.

Half of the steak was eaten.

Hunted half a bowl of chicken and abalone soup.

Cheng Qianfan pulled the bell, and soon a waiter came over and took away the tableware.

He himself lay on the bunk, pulled up the blanket to cover himself, and turned his head to face the wall of the bunk.

After being blocked, the lost eyes that outsiders cannot see become cold and cold.

Cheng Qianfan is now absolutely sure that the other party is Japanese. At least the middle-aged man drinking wine is Japanese.

To be precise, they are from Fukushima, Japan.

Cheng Qianfan met a Japanese classmate Imai Tai when he was at Shanghai East Asia Tongwen College.

Imai Tai is from Fukushima.

This is a Japanese student who is deeply influenced by the school’s propaganda and truly believes in the friendship between Japan and China.

Chinese student Cheng Qianfan, who also agreed with the friendship between China and Japan, quickly became good friends with him.

Imai Tai is a shy Japanese young man with few friends, so he cherishes Cheng Qianfan, a Chinese friend.

The two of them talked about almost everything.

Cheng Qianfan speaks Japanese with a very authentic Fukushima accent from Tai Imai.

Imai, who came to China from the Japanese island, was very homesick. He would tell Cheng Qianfan about his hometown, interesting stories about his childhood, and allusions to the scenery of his hometown.

 Cheng Qianfan will be invited to taste the wine sent from his hometown: Fukushima’s Daqishi Brew.

This is a drink made by a local brewery with a history of more than 100 years. It has a unique brewing technique, so the taste is very unique.

After ordering the meal, Cheng Qianfan walked to the corridor and smelled the faint smell of wine. He deliberately walked over there and talked to the gentleman with the small round glasses.

Deliberately approaching the middle-aged man who was drinking, Cheng Qianfan smelled the smell of wine at close range, and immediately confirmed that this was Imai Tai's proud hometown wine, Daisichijo.

He then tried it out in Japanese, and Cheng Qianfan caught the other person’s instant reaction.

There is surprise, doubt, joy, and vigilance.

The only thing that doesn’t have the disgust that a normal Chinese person should have towards the Japanese!

Subsequently, the middle-aged man’s reaction made Cheng Qianfan finally confirm his guess:

Impatiently asked Cheng Qianfan not to disturb them anymore.

The point is: don’t disturb!

Cheng Qianfan chose to use the identity of Kentaro Miyazaki because he had a sudden inspiration, but he was by no means blind.

After he and Imai Tai got acquainted, Imai Tai said many times that Cheng Qianfan looked very similar to his good friend Kentaro Miyazaki in Fukushima.

Cheng Qianfan was very curious when he heard this.

I asked a lot about Kentaro Miyazaki.

Imai Tai didn’t think much about it, and was very happy, saying that he had the opportunity to introduce Cheng Qianfan and Miyazaki Kentaro to each other.

He happily told Cheng Qianfan what he knew about his good friend Kentaro Miyazaki.

Miyazaki Kentaro's character is too similar to Imai's and he has few friends.

According to Imai Tai, Miyazaki Kentaro’s only real good friend is Imai Tai, and he rarely plays with other people.

It can be said that in China, unless Imai saw it personally, or Miyazaki Kentaro came to China from Japan and appeared in person, Cheng Qianfan's identity as Kentaro Miyazaki would be almost difficult to detect.

Eh? !

Cheng Qianfan just had an idea. In order to avoid the other party's suspicion, he disguised himself as Kentaro Miyazaki.

If he hadn't smelled the smell of Daqinjing and realized that the other person was from Fukushima, Cheng Qianfan would not have thought of Miyazaki Kentaro, a Japanese who only existed in his verbal conversations with Imai Tai.

Now, he thought carefully about his sudden move, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it seemed... a wonderful move.

ˆ It seems to be quite promising.

The train was moving slowly at a speed of about sixty miles per hour.

Cheng Qianfan put down the old newspaper in his hand and rang the bell.

“Sir, what can we do for you?”

“Is there the latest newspaper?”

"Feel sorry…"

Cheng Qianfan took out one yuan of French currency and handed it over.

“Yes, you will come later.” The staff member said with a smile.

The staff had just left, and Cheng Qianfan picked up the old newspaper and flipped through it.

Suddenly, he quietly reached into his waist with one hand and flicked the newspaper with the other hand. At the same time, with a click, he adjusted the Mauser pistol to the firing state.

He put down the newspaper casually, covering his waist.

Then a man looked out the window in a daze.

“Mr. Kentaro Miyazaki.”

Hearing the sound, Cheng Qianfan turned his head subconsciously and saw the black muzzle of the gun.

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