Chapter 54 The Wandering Poet (please vote for collection recommendation)
This is a young man wearing a Chinese tunic suit.
Hand across his body is an ordinary dark gray cloth bag.
The other hand holds a navy hat that is popular among young students. The brim of the hat covers the body of the gun, leaving only a section of the barrel exposed.
A look of panic flashed across Cheng Qianfan's eyes.
Then he regained some composure and asked, "Who are you?"
“Chinese people who avenge the tens of millions of compatriots who were killed by your Japanese.”
“I am just an ordinary Japanese tourist. I have not done anything to harm Chinese friends.” Cheng Qianfan said coldly, “Please calm down and don’t cause trouble for your country and government.”
"What's the meaning?"
“I am just a peace-loving ordinary Japanese citizen, but if I am harmed in the slightest, the soldiers and warships of the Empire of Japan will seek justice for me.”
The sound of the staff's leather shoes hitting the ground was heard.
The young man put away his gun, showed a smile, and whispered in Japanese, "Miyazaki-kun, Kawada-kun, please taste the wine from your hometown."
“Kawada-kun?” The surprise on Cheng Qianfan’s face turned into surprise.
The young man nodded, took out a bottle of wine and a piece of paper from the cloth bag, and placed it respectfully on the table, with the wine bottle just holding the piece of paper.
“Miyazaki-kun, please use it with caution.”
Bow slightly.
Turn around and leave quickly.
Cheng Qianfan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. This Japanese agent was too young.
The wording is inaccurate.
There was no outright hatred for the Japanese in his tone.
Facial expressions are also superficial.
Recently, I have often competed with masters such as teacher Xiu Gongshen, old fox Tan Detai, and even team leader Song Fuguo. Suddenly, when he encountered someone with such a low level, he almost couldn't cooperate well.
"Sir, your newspaper." The staff member glanced at the man who left in a hurry. However, since Cheng Qianfan didn't say anything, he wouldn't be too troublesome.
“Thank you, put it on the table.”
"OK."
After the staff left, Cheng Qianfan picked up the old newspaper covering his waist. When the newspaper made a pricking sound, he clicked and adjusted the Mauser pistol on his waist to the safe state.
Turn it casually to adjust the brightness of the desk lamp.
He picked up the bottle of wine, which was unopened.
Pick up the note and read it.
…
“Miyazaki-kun, thank you very much.
Please forgive me for my slightness, and I would like to apologize with wine from my hometown. I hope it can comfort Miyazaki-kun's homesickness, Kawada Nagakichi. "
Cheng Qianfan knew what Kawada Nagakichi meant when he said thank you.
He folded the note carefully.
Pick up the wine bottle and unscrew the cap.
Put your nostrils close to the mouth of the bottle.
Take a deep breath.
“Da Qinjiang, the taste of hometown is so nostalgic.” He closed his eyes, murmured softly, and took a sip. The corners of his eyes seemed a little moist.
In the corridor facing Cheng Qianfan's bed, a young man pretended to look out the window at the night.
Looking diagonally from his position, he could just see the reflection of the car window glass. Because Cheng Qianfan turned on the desk lamp, his every move could be clearly seen on the glass.
He saw Cheng Qianfan wiping the corners of his eyes, shaking his head with an embarrassed smile, and **** the cap back on the wine bottle carefully.
Then he picked up the newspaper and read it, covering his face.
He then walked away quietly.
…
Cheng Qianfan showed a smile.
He put down the newspaper, showed a greedy look, unscrewed the wine bottle again, and took a sip.
Squinting comfortably, I saw that the shadow on the ground on the corridor was gone.
There is a ceiling light on the side porch. When people stand under it, a shadow will be formed, just like the shadow under a street lamp.
The young man thought of using the car window to observe Cheng Qianfan.
But he forgot his own shadow.
Cheng Qianfan’s performance after turning on the lamp has nothing to do with his awareness of shadows. He would do this even if no one was secretly watching.
At this moment, he plays the role of Kentaro Miyazaki, a Japanese with stories who misses his hometown and meets his fellow villagers by chance -
Because you never know if you fail to do a good job, you will be shattered into pieces.
…
The young man returned to Kawada Nagakichi, covered his mouth and reported in a low voice.
Kawada Nagakichi showed a happy smile, quickly took out the pen, wrote a line of words on the notebook, and tore off the note.
He was about to put it in his pocket, but after thinking about it, he stuffed the note into his mouth and swallowed it.
‘Miyazaki-kun, I’m on a mission. I’m sorry. I’ll see you again when we’re destined. ’ Kawada Yongji sighed inwardly.
It was extremely rare to meet a fellow villager, and he was very happy.
Kawada Nagakichi, who has not returned to his hometown for many years, wants to have a drink with Kentaro Miyazaki. Unfortunately, he has a mission now and he must not be careless in the slightest.
…
Cheng Qianfan is thinking.
Where did the people like Kawada Nagakichi come from.
Where are you going?
What is the purpose of their trip?
These are all mysteries.
Even though there were many questions to be answered in his mind, Cheng Qianfan still decided that unless Kawada Nagakichi came to contact him again, he would not have any contact with these people again.
Kawada Nagakichi’s vigilance and caution also made Cheng Qianfan even more cautious.
This is a Japanese special with extremely rich fighting experience.
Cheng Qianfan did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
He must strictly follow the behavior of the "Wandering Poet" Kentaro Miyazaki.
Kawada Nagakichi had previously emphasized ‘don’t disturb them’. Kawada Nagakichi believed Miyazaki Kentaro could understand this sentence.
Yes, the wandering poet Kentaro Miyazaki understood it and cooperated with it.
Kawada Nagakichi appreciated the sentiment and thanked him on the note.
In this case, he cannot and should not disturb Kawada Nagakichi anymore.
‘Wandering poet’, ‘archaeological expert’, ‘historian scholar’, etc. These are the secret information he found at Shanghai Tongwen College.
The school arranges for Japanese students or encourages Japanese teachers and sociologists to go out to do research, and use similar public and legitimate identities to 'investigate' and 'collect styles' in China.
These people are indeed not spies.
They will never participate in espionage activities. They do research and write reports normally.
This is normal cultural exchange.
Hence, not only could the government not arrest these people, it must also protect their safety so as not to give the Japanese an excuse to expand the war.
It’s really humiliating.
These studies and reports contain detailed records of their experiences along the way, and most importantly, accurate records of mountains, rivers, hydrology, and roads.
These research materials will be compiled by Shanghai Tongwen College, other Japanese schools, business groups, and even local universities in Japan, and serve as "legitimate" precious historical materials for schools and societies.
At the same time, these research materials will be secretly submitted to the Japanese Military Ministry and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Special departments will study them and eventually draw the most accurate military map.
Cheng Qianfan was analyzing himself. He felt that he had ‘chosen’ the identity of a ‘wandering poet’ for Kentaro Miyazaki, which was a more reasonable choice.
Not a spy, but actually engaged in work that is secretly related to spies.
This is a very flexible identity that can approach Kawada Nagakichi without arousing too much subconscious suspicion from the other party, and at the same time, can freely control the degree of contact and involvement.
…
Cheng Qianfan stood up, closed the door of the bunk, and drew the curtain. He lowered the brightness of the desk lamp and started writing in his notebook.
Then, he gently tore the paper on which he wrote into many strips of paper.
After thinking about it, Cheng Qianfan tore off the next few blank papers, stuffed them into his mouth and ate them.
He uses a pen, which will leave writing marks.
He thought for a while and wrote a sentence in Chinese on the blank page:
As a stranger in a foreign land, Mr. Chuan sent me a bottle of sake from my hometown. I am very grateful. The taste of my hometown is intoxicating.
After doing this, Cheng Qianfan pretended to go to the toilet. When passing by the bunk next door, his eyes met one of the bodyguards and he nodded slightly.
The other party did not speak. After Cheng Qianfan walked away for more than ten meters, he stood up, stretched, and told his companion that he was going to the toilet to cheer him up.
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