After undergoing the inspection, Zuo Chong walked out of the gate of Tokyo Harbor. He Yijun, who was beside him, looked at the crowd and asked, "Kang Benjun, let's go there now."

“Go to the hotel first.”

Zuo Chong held two suitcases and swept his eyes across the street: "Just live in the port area, the person we are going to meet is nearby.

It is best to go to the embassy and consulate area, where there are many foreigners who come to Japan to do business. These guys are well-informed and convenient for us to find people."

He Yijun understood that as the number of foreigners is large, the Japanese's control over this place will inevitably be affected, and they are more likely to catch fish in troubled waters.

If you live in an area where only locals are present, once there is a problem with the operation, the situation will be dangerous when facing door-to-door searches by the military and police.

The two of them called a human-powered three-wheeler and headed to the consulate area along the seaside highway. The street view they saw along the way made them feel a little heavy on the car.

The shiny cars, neat roads, lively markets, and decently dressed pedestrians all look a bit shabby compared to here.

He Yijun couldn't understand why the Japanese were already so rich, so why did they invade the Republic of China? Could it be that wealth could only be plundered?

Zuo Chong seemed to notice her thoughts, patted her hand gently, and sneered in his heart. Tokyo looked prosperous, but it was just a tower built on the sand.

The Japanese government will not last long if it relies on foreign debt and lending to stimulate the economy.

Everyone had their own thoughts. Zuo Chong and He Yijun came to the embassy area to find a hotel to check in. The registration procedures and procedures were not as complicated as Harbin.

After all, Tokyo is the capital of Japan, which represents the face of the locust. The Japanese government will not do anything to harass the residents on the spot.

But it's hard to say in private.

Zuo Chong put his luggage on the ground, Yu Guang glanced out the window, and there were two young men in suits leaning against the telephone pole and smoking.

They seemed to be chatting, but their heads were following the pedestrians coming and going. The hem of their waists was bulging and they should have weapons.

A patrol policeman passed by and nodded when passing by the two men. He was obviously very familiar with each other and knew each other's identity.

"What's wrong, Gang me."

He Yijun packed up his toiletries, moved his footsteps to the window and asked softly, his tone was normal, just like a conversation between an ordinary couple.

"Nothing." Zuo Chong shook his head and explained with a smile: "I haven't returned to China for a long time. I'm a little timid for a while. I don't know what will happen in the future."

Being in an enemy camp requires caution. It is not necessarily safe to say less and do less. What they need to do is do things that match their identities and say things that match their identities.

The two discussed the "changes" in Tokyo for a while, went out and walked around, became familiar with the nearby terrain, and after lunch, they returned to the hotel.

afternoon.

Zuo Chong bought a lot of new and old newspapers, one of which was to find a job that could act freely without arousing suspicion as a cover for his identity.

This time he was planning to open a small pharmacy and let He Yijun take charge of it alone. The prices in Tokyo are no lower than those in Jinling, and opening a large pharmacy is expensive.

What they did in the Republic of China and Harbin was just a small business. They shouldn't have so much money. They had to act in the whole set and could not leave any omissions.

2. He wanted to find news related to Tokyo Station and Fu Ling through the news reports in the newspaper, and analyze the public information.

The members of the Tokyo Station are no longer insulting. Faced with the arrest of Japanese intelligence agencies, several of the more than 100 people dare to shoot.

As long as you shoot, there will definitely be reports on the newspaper that day. Even if there is no specific information because of news control, you can still find out the side news.

For example, abnormal situations in hospitals, firefighting, and traffic are sometimes hidden in these details, waiting for those who are interested to discover them.

Zuoge quickly browses local or national newspapers such as "Tokyo Hiri Shimbun", "Asai Shimbun", and "Yomiuri Shimbun".

His attention was mainly on the social news and job recruitment columns, and soon a line of black and bold titles aroused his interest.

"Central District Fire"

The central area is located in the center of all the divisions in Tokyo, so it is named after the economic, information and business center after the Meiji Restoration in Japan.

There are many banks here, and the Tokyo Stock Exchange is also located here. In the words of locals, the air in the central area is full of money.

The agency of the Tokyo Station of the Secret Service is located in the Ginza Commercial District in the central area. It is a cinema for external cover, and Zuo Chong just knew about it.

I have to say that this arrangement is very imaginative, with a large cinema and many staff, making it easier to hide weapons, radio and staff.

So the Tokyo Station has been operating for several years, except for the previous sacrifice of several spies because of the family of the Japanese spy, no major work mistakes occurred.

Zuo Chong recalled the relevant information in his mind, and read the report with his eyes and eyes. His face was not very good-looking, and his situation was even worse than he thought.

The newspaper clearly stated that a fire broke out in the Ginza Rising Sun Cinema recently, and the 25 dead were all theater employees, which was a natural disaster.

25 people.

25 lurking intelligence personnel.

This is basically consistent with the number of permanent personnel at the Tokyo Station. There are only two people missing, either they ran away or were captured by the enemy.

He hated the possible traitor. Even if these people's professional skills were not good, they would have successfully entered the enemy camp for several years.

The secret service spent a lot of money on them and forged a relatively perfect identity background. This was a waste of everything.

I looked at the release time of the newspaper. On the third day after the Tokyo Station was destroyed by Japanese intelligence agencies, there was also a photo below the text.

The photos are a bit like a lake, but you can see Western-style buildings emitting thick smoke, Tokyo fire extinguishers with handheld pipes, and a large group of policemen.

Covering the ears and stealing the bell,

Do you need so many police to put out the fire?

Zuo Chong's eyes were solemn. There must have been a firefight at that time, and the enemy might have suffered casualties. From this, we might be able to figure out the situation that day.

Also, it does not take three days to print newspapers. The most reasonable explanation is that this incident has been exposed to Japanese senior officials and the news content must be reviewed.

This is very reasonable. The Japanese have always attached importance to intelligence work and regarded it as the only rule for small countries to win big countries. This has been the case hundreds of years ago.

Send Tang envoys,

International students,

The monk who traveled across the ocean,

Japanese pirates.

Different identities and the same purpose are all to obtain Chinese intelligence from various channels in order to occupy this huge country one day.

They used to plot against others, but now it's their turn to be plotted against others, so they will definitely pay great attention to this matter. Maybe they know it.

I don’t know what instructions this shellfish enthusiast would give, but how many people in the Japanese military were scolded. Zuo Chong thought about it and continued to flip the newspaper.

kindness?

What's this.

In the recent Tokyo Daily News, he discovered a notice that the other party was going to recruit three reporters responsible for interviewing Tokyo city news.

The reporter said that the activity area was still Tokyo. Zuo Chong was so energetic that he looked down and checked the requirements. As a result, the first treatment content made him happy.

In this year, the monthly salary of ordinary Japanese workers was about 30 yen, while mental workers and low-level officers were a little higher, around 60 to 70.

Let’s look at Tokyo Daily News again. It’s 25 yen a month and I went to my grandma’s house. No wonder this recruitment notice has been published for so many days.

But this is good, no one competed for this position with him. Zuo Chong originally planned to create a few small accidents if the competition was fierce.

All the applicants are dead.

Isn't the work his own?

Zuo Chongxiao smiled and continued to read the notice. The standard for applying for a job is simple. He has a primary school degree and is able to use words proficiently. It is best to know how to take photos.

Except for the last one, it means there is no requirement. It is also because the salary is so low. If the requirements are high, the genius is willing to be this reporter.

He thought about it for a while and thought he could give it a try. His files included reviews from the Shanghai Residence Group and reviews from the Special High School Course, and he was not afraid of investigations.

Besides, the original name registered in the cover identity is Tokyo, and all the family members died in the Kanto earthquake, so there is no network of relationships that can be investigated.

A major earthquake is good. If you can't explain it, just push it up to the major earthquake. The school where you go to school collapsed, and the person-in-the earthquake killed it.

The key is to eliminate some special background identification. Ordinary police officers will not doubt this information. After all, 140,000 people were killed in the earthquake.

Almost every household has several relatives and friends killed, and the fire has destroyed a lot of household registration information, so many things cannot be found.

As for the proficient use of text and taking photos, it is the basic skill of intelligence personnel. From this perspective, this job is tailor-made for him.

"Yosi."

Zuo Chong, who was too immersed in the play, whispered, and then found some recruitment notices, preparing to go to Tokyo Daily News again.

His purpose should not be too strong, and people cannot feel that he is working for this job with a very low salary, so it is illogical to do so.

Zhuge was cautious in his life. Lu Duan was not confused about major issues. He had to take every step in danger. The Tokyo Station was gone, so it was useless to be anxious.

Just when Zuo Chong was reading the newspaper.

In a beautiful Japanese-style courtyard in Chiyoda District, Tokyo, there are two men sitting opposite each other in the tea garden, with different expressions on their faces.

One of them was kneeling on the ground wearing a black-print kimono, about 40 or 50 years old, with a thin face and dark skin, and wearing a pair of black-framed glasses.

Another young middle-aged man with a Chinese font face was restless, with scars on his face and neck, wearing a Japanese military uniform without a tie.

The man in black-printed kimono turned his head and looked at the courtyard on the right, pointing to a pot of bonsai blown by the cold wind, saying in very standard Chinese.

"Zhuangsang, please see, are these jades planted in shallow pots, with similar heights, and paired with boxing stones and moss. Isn't it unique?

Just want to appreciate it, it needs to be taken care of for a long time. In summer, you should avoid exposure to the scorching sun, prevent night dew at night, and stay away from the cold in winter.

Even so, the most beautiful time of its posture is only a few months. This is the case with bonsai, and why isn’t it the same in our lives?”
To be continued...