Meixiang said as if she had remembered something, "Cousin, please drive him to Mr. Someya now and ask if he is with them. I remember that Walker occasionally goes to Mr. Someya to play cards."

"I'll take him to find him right away"

After Wei Ran finished speaking, he immediately switched to German and greeted the Germans who came to the door to come downstairs. One drove a car and the other rode a motorcycle and left the apartment.

Walker is missing?

Standing at the corner of the stairs on the second and third floors, Yumi muttered to herself, turned around and ran upstairs to her room again, and sent another telegram.

There is no doubt that Mr. Walker and his car will not be found in a short time. In the edge area adjacent to the Japanese Concession and the French Concession, Little Su’s mother, who got up early, took a look at the big smoke shops on the other side of the road.

The big-character anti-Japanese and national salvation posters were once again posted on the door of the museum, and leaflets were scattered all over the floor. The curtains were closed again with a smile.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! On December 6th, Wei Ran worked with Volker's assistant for a whole day, and even Mei Xiang helped punch all the guests who attended the dance yesterday.

Made some inquiries on the phone.

It was "a pity" that until Wei Ran returned to the study apartment at around 8 o'clock in the evening, the missing Walker and his car were still not found as expected.

That night, because of the disappearance of her friend, Mei Xiang rarely went out to dance. Everyone in the study apartment, after being questioned carefully by Mei Xiang to no avail, went back to their rooms to have an early rest.

At half past one in the night, Yumei touched it again and quietly slipped into the storage room.

Gently closing the door, Yumi walked into the dark basement. She waited until she walked down the steps before turning on the flashlight.

Unfortunately, as the flashlight beam swept over, the basement was completely visible. Except for the stage that was less than half a meter above the floor, there was no place where secrets could be hidden.

After carefully checking all the tables and sofas in the basement, Yumi found only two silver coins that had fallen into the gaps of the sofa at some point, and a bunch of silver coins in the gaps under the sofa that were covered with dust.

A key that belongs to no one and whose purpose is unknown.

Unwilling to give up, Yumi knelt on the edge of the stage. She held up a flashlight and pressed her face against the gap in the stage to observe carefully.

"So it's hidden here!"

Youmi snorted. Although the gap between the wooden boards on the side of the stage was only half a leek leaf wide, when she shined the flashlight along the gap, she could vaguely see that there seemed to be another layer of partitions inside.

There seemed to be a lot of white canvas bags lying around.

After looking around, Yumei carefully opened the big red carpet on the stage. As expected, there was an openable cover in the center under the carpet.

After struggling to open the one-meter-square wooden cover, Yumi was so frightened that she almost screamed when she saw what was inside. Then she sat down on the stage, and the flashlight in her hand was gone.

Knock it carefully on the bottom plate, and it will make a slight muffled sound.

Even the wooden cover would have been slammed back to its original position if she hadn't been quick to hold it up with her toes.

After calming down, Yumei pointed the flashlight at the object under the cover as quickly as possible. Under the burnt yellow beam, what was placed under the cover was a fake mouse with exquisite workmanship and lifelike appearance.

This half-meter-long fake mouse, not counting the tail, was balled up in the dark space. In its arms, it was holding a gold ingot as big as a dumpling, and there were many scattered around.

Silver dollar.

Secretly breathing a sigh of relief, Yumi, who was frightened and her heart was pounding, turned off the flashlight and listened for a moment. Until she was sure that the movement just now did not attract anyone's attention, she turned on the flashlight again. After some observation, she opened it carefully.

The hidden compartment has wooden boards that can be opened on all sides.

When she suppressed her excitement and shined the beam of her flashlight inside, she found that there were canvas bags the size of pillows stuffed inside.

Carefully pulling out a heavy canvas bag, Yumi untied the rope that tied the opening, only to find that it contained only large and small pieces of quicklime.

After Yumi restored the bag to its original shape, after some hesitation, she finally carefully slipped in through the narrow gap.

If the rescued person they want to find is hidden here, and if the rescued person has turned into a corpse, then these quicklime is undoubtedly the best way to preserve the corpse.

However, as the saying goes, the disappointment is as great as the hope. When she crawled around under the stage that was filled with dust and lime dust, she did not find any corpses or radio stations. There were only pockets of quicklime and pockets of quicklime.

Lime powder scattered everywhere.

And obviously, no one comes here at all, let alone people. Because of the presence of lime, not even a single insect is seen here.

Crawling out again in disgrace, Yumi took off her gloves and rubbed her eyes that were blurred by the lime, then restored the cover and carpet to their original state.

Standing in front of the huge mirror and adjusting her appearance, Yumi tried to push the large mirror, then walked to both sides to observe, then shook her head and walked upstairs.

The mirror was motionless. It stretched from the floor to the ceiling on both sides. One side of the mirror frame was close to the wall, and the other side was tightly blocked by the corner of the stair railing. It was obviously impossible to hide anything behind the mirror.

So far, in this building, the only rooms that have not been searched are Jasmine and Qiushi's rooms, as well as a few dormitories of Yang Ma, Uncle Meng and the members of the troupe.

Could it be in the yard or garage?

Thinking of this, Yumei immediately hurried back to the room upstairs, put on a woolen coat, and walked out of the hall carefully.

Thanks to the moon outside, she could see everything in the yard clearly at a glance. Likewise, Wei Ran, who was hiding behind the curtains when he heard the noise, could see her clearly.

Thinking of this, Wei Ran smiled, stood up, turned on the light and staggered out of the room, but without even closing the door, he walked into the bathroom diagonally facing the stairs and turned on the light.

Not to mention, he didn't even close the bathroom door before taking off his shorts and sitting on the toilet, humming hard.

In the yard, when the lights in the sanitary room were lit, Yumei immediately hid in the shadows under the flower beds.

A moment later, when she saw through a glass window the restroom light on the stairs on the first floor, the restroom door that was not closed at all, and Wei Ran sitting on the toilet, she couldn't help but grit her teeth.

There is no doubt that unless she climbs to the second floor and has a way to open the window that is locked from the inside, if she wants to go upstairs, she will have to wait for Wei Ran to finish shitting, or even wait for him

Just fall asleep.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wrapping her woolen coat tightly around her body, Yumi looked around, then crouched down and moved to the boiler room on the north side of the small building.

It's a pity that the boiler room has been locked by Uncle Meng before going to bed, so it's impossible to go in to keep warm.

After carefully inspecting the large water tanks used to hold briquettes against the north wall, Yumi walked carefully around to the north side of the small building.

Although she was separated from the window, she could still hear Wei Ran's grunting and the crackling sound of excretion as he pooped hard.

Suppressing the nausea in her heart, Youmi continued to walk to the other end of the small building. After taking a quick look at the two stone lamps wrapped in the dead branches of rose flowers in the flower bed, she decisively turned around and touched them back, ducking in.

In the garage.

Fortunately, although the garage was not much warmer, the car was not locked.

Carefully opening the car door, Yumei took off her gloves and touched her cold face after getting in. Then she turned on the flashlight again and checked carefully. From time to time, she would get out of the car and take a look at Wei Ran's room, waiting patiently.

Take him back to his room and continue sleeping.

After spending more than half an hour like this, Wei Ran felt that Yumi was almost cool in the yard, so he was willing to leave the bathroom and moved his already sore legs back to the room.

Almost at the same time as he turned off the light, Yumi also trembled and got into the door. Amidst the smell of shit that filled the room on the first floor, she took off the shoes she had taken off before entering the door, wearing only a pair of socks, and covered them with her hands.

Nose escaped to the third floor.

After she leaned on the radiator to warm up her numb body from the cold, Yumi took off her stained clothes and threw them into a suitcase. Then she shook the generator again and sent out a message saying "Nothing abnormal, please return."

.” telegram—she had had enough of life here.

There was nothing to say all night. In the early morning of December 7th, the children of the opera troupe got up on time at five o'clock as usual. After breakfast at five thirty, they went into the basement to start their routine opera lessons as usual.

Practice.

"I seemed to hear something last night." Tao Canhua asked Wei Ran in a low voice beside the fireplace on the first floor, who was sitting opposite and drinking tea.

"I got up and went to the toilet," Wei Ranhun replied nonchalantly. "I knew when you went to the toilet," Tao Canhua continued, "I mean before that."

"I guess the rats are making trouble again."

Wei Ran grinned and laughed, and Tao Canhua also smiled. Apparently he understood Wei Ran's hint, and lowered his voice and said, "I guess it's because I just went to the basement, and it seems like the stage was tampered with."

"Is there something hidden in there?"

"Can't"

Tao Canhua nodded matter-of-factly, "The Rat Lord, which theater troupe doesn't offer a Rat Lord? I specially spent 20 yuan to find the master to bring it. Just watch, this rat is making trouble, we

This troupe will definitely make money."

hope so...

Wei Ran muttered secretly. It was already December 7th, and there were only about 24 hours left before the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. In other words, by tomorrow afternoon at the latest, the Japanese army would be stationed in the British and French concessions. By then,

There will definitely be chaos in this concession.

In this case, how can the troupe make money? As long as the people on this floor can save their lives.

In these swirling thoughts, time passed by minute by second. However, until 9:30 in the morning, when Meixiang got up, Yumi still did not go downstairs. Instead, it was Jasmine who sent down the news about her——

Yumi has a cold and a fever and needs to be sent to the hospital now.

It's not anti-freeze either...

Wei Ran muttered to himself and quickly changed his clothes. When Jasmine carried Youmei down under the escort of Mei Xiang, he had already started the car and was ready.

"Which hospital should we go to?" Wei Ran asked as he drove the car out of the small hospital.

"Go to the German hospital, it's close." Mei Xiang said decisively.

Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately stepped up the accelerator. Of course he knew that the German hospital Mei Xiang was talking about was the hospital where Walker's sister and Andy worked. When passing by there before, Jasmine had given her a

He pointed the way.

After rushing all the way to the hospital, Jasmine ran inside with Yumi carrying a high fever on her back, and Meixiang followed closely behind.

By the time Wei Ran parked the car, he could no longer find them.

However, he was not in a hurry. He simply lit a cigarette at the door, stopped a German female nurse in a white coat for a chat, and learned through insinuations that Dr. Dagmar had left his job as early as last spring.
To be continued...