Wusongkou, on the military dock.

A troop transport ship from Yokosuka Port in Japan to Shanghai slowly docked, and Chen Miao, Xiaoqi, and Jiang Zhiqiang each drove a car over.

Breathe the slightly salty air blowing from the sea, and look at the turbid water in the river.

Teams of Japanese soldiers wearing yellow military uniforms came down from the troop transport ship. Looking at their young, curious and fanatical eyes, Chen Miao's heart became heavier.

This troop search ship transported about 1,500 soldiers, with about one and a half troops of troops according to the Japanese army's organization scale.

Of course, these soldiers will not be all organized into one unit, and will be dispersed and replenished into the frontline troops.

That's right, although the Japanese army had the upper hand on the battlefield, their casualties were also extremely heavy under the tenacious blockade of the Chinese army.

Although Japan has a large population and relatively large number of soldiers, it is not as good as China, which has a vast territory and largest population in the world.

Even if the battle loss ratio on the front battlefield is three to one, if all the active Japanese troops are exhausted, China will still be able to organize another large army.

Japan will run out of force.

However, war is not a simple comparison of numbers. In ancient times, when military forces are not dominated, there are many examples of defeating powerful opponents. There are also empires with seemingly powerful strength. Under the attack of a small group of enemies, they will collapse at once and the country will be destroyed.

"Have you taken it?"

"Yes." Xiao Qi, who was sitting in the car, nodded. This was a military port, and it must be a forbidden area. They were licensed in.

If I hadn't come to pick up people, I probably wouldn't have had this opportunity.

Since there is the opportunity to observe the Japanese naval warships in the port close to the front, this is a good opportunity to collect intelligence information, how could Chen Miao miss it?

Let Xiaoqi bring a dedicated camera, hide in the car and take photos, and then rinse it slowly when you go back. These photos should have great research value.

Of course, maybe it may not be used now, but it does not mean it will not be used in the future. Information collection requires a keen sense of touch, and it also starts from bit by bit.

Many times, intelligence workers are repeating things that seem thankless and meaningless.

This is actually a tree planted by previous generations and a group of future generations enjoy the cool air.

In addition to transporting soldiers, the troop transport ship also has some weapons and equipment and supplements of battlefield losses. This shows the gap between China and Japan.

In the eyes of Westerners, the Japanese Army is just a third-rate level, but its powerful military strength is enough to make China look down on it.

This is the powerful force of industrial countries.

It is also the direction of our efforts.

"Saturday." Jiang Zhiqiang walked over, took out a bag of three cannons from his pocket, and handed it to Chen Miao one.

Chen Miao smiled and reached out to take it.

"How is it? Professor Lan's side is doing well recently?"

"Professor Lan is much better than Ito before. When he woke up in the morning, he first punched the yard. Sometimes it was Tai Chi, sometimes it was Ba Duan Jin. The subordinates also learned a lot, then washed, ate breakfast, read books, wrote, or studied seal carving alone upstairs. After lunch, he took a nap. After getting up, he stayed in that studio. Except for Professor Lan himself, no one allowed him to enter. Except for lunch, he went in. Generally, he had to go out until nine or ten o'clock. After washing, he went back to the bedroom to sleep. This was basically the case." Jiang Zhiqiang said.

“Have you ever been out?”

"Although there is no restriction on his freedom, Zhouban ordered that Professor Lan must send people to follow and protect him when he goes out, and he will never leave him. Since Professor Lan lived on Yuyuan Road, he has gone out three times, one was to buy some daily necessities, toothbrushes, and underwear. The second time was to have dinner at Laobanzhai, and the third time was to go to the post office and send a letter to the United States. I don't know the content of the letter, but it must have been reviewed by Zhouban. The third time was to go with the Zhouban."

"Oh, did Professor Lan's family in the United States not send him any more telegrams or letters?" Chen Miao asked.

"It seems that there is, but we can't handle this kind of thing. It's all the people in Zhouban." Jiang Zhiqiang said, "We are only responsible for Professor Lan's residence and travel safety. The people in Zhouban are responsible for their diet and daily life. In addition to a chef who can cook Shandong cuisine, there is also an old lady who specializes in cleaning and cooking tea and handing water. Then there is Mr. He. He was sent by Minister Zhou to assist Professor Lan in his work."

"Well, have the situation of these three people figured out?"

"Yes, this cook's surname is Duan, and he cooks good dishes, especially Professor Lan's hometown dishes are the best. He was left behind after trying several cooks. This guy has no relatives in Shanghai, only one person..."

Jiang Zhiqiang began to report the situation of the three people to Chen Miao carefully.

Soon, Chen Miao finished smoking a cigarette in his hand. Jiang Zhiqiang wanted to add another one, but Chen Miao extended his hand and refused, because he saw that a mother and son walked down from the troop transport ship.

The woman is not very old and looks only in her thirties. She is wearing a traditional Japanese kimono. The little boy dresses in a Western style, holding his mother's hand and walking along the way. There seems to be a trace of Professor Lan's charm between his eyebrows and eyes.

It must have been told that someone came back to the dock to pick them up, so when he saw Chen Miao and others parked there with two cars, he naturally came over.

The woman was carrying a small box with a handful of not too small, and she looked a little difficult.

As soon as Chen Miao whined, Jiang Zhiqiang ran over quickly, and had a brief conversation with the kimono woman, and immediately took the box in her hand.

Without the drag of heavy objects, the mother and son moved forward much faster. Within a few minutes, the three of them came to Chen Miao together.

The woman bent down and bowed to Chen Miao.

Chen Miao nodded slightly: "Hello Mrs. Haruko, this must be Professor Lan's son, Young Master Lan Dong, right?"

“Hayi…”

"Professor Lan has been looking forward to the two at home for a long time. Please ask your wife and the young master to get in the car with me." Chen Miao pointed at Jiang Zhiqiang's car.

Haruko thanked him and pulled the little boy towards the car.

Jiang Zhiqiang had already put the greeting into the car, then came over, opened the door, and let the mother and son get into the car.

Because it is a military port, entry and exit need to be checked. However, Chen Miao has a special permit, but the navy's military police officer just took a look and waved his hand to let go.

It took more than an hour to pass through Hongkou District and enter the public concession. It took more than an hour to rush back to West Shanghai from Wusongkou. The car stopped at the entrance of Lane 1136, Yuyuan Road.

"Madam, we are here. Please get off the car with Young Master Lan." Jiang Zhiqiang got out of the car and opened the car door first.

Maybe after taking the boat and taking the bus, the journey was very tiring. Haruko and her son got off the bus, their faces were a little pale, but she still endured a little discomfort and thanked her.

Take the greeting from the car.

"Madam Haruko, please!" Chen Miao also got out of the car, left Xiaoqi alone on it, and then led Haruko and his son into the alley.

There was someone standing guard at the door of Professor Lan with a gun. When he saw Chen Miao and others coming, he quickly saluted.

"Open the door."

"Madam Haruko, please come inside." After the door opened, Chen Miao took the initiative to move away and asked Haruko and his son to enter the yard first. Since this place was Professor Lan's residence, Haruko was naturally the master.

Haruko nodded slightly and walked slowly in with her son's walk.

When Lan Yuhai heard the report, he had already come out of it. When he saw Haruko and his son appear, he rushed down the steps excitedly and trotted all the way.

"Haruko, Dong'er, you are finally here." Lan Yuhai hugged the mother and son in his arms.

"Professor Lan and Mrs. Haruko and his son have finally reunited. This is a gratifying thing." A voice that makes people feel uncomfortable suddenly sounded behind Lan Yuhai.

Listening to this voice and emphasis, I am definitely not a Chinese, and the smell of little Japanese is too strong.

Chen Miao frowned slightly. Isn’t Lan Yuhai not allowed to see guests without Zhou Fuhai’s permission? What’s wrong with the guards outside?

Just as the attack was about to occur, a familiar voice suddenly came out of the house.

Sakurako Ikeuchi!

Chen Miao was slightly shocked and took back the words he was about to scold him: "Miss Yingzi, why are you here?"

"Mr. Sanshui, let me introduce this. This is Mr. Yoshimasaki Fujita, a senior economic adviser to the new Nanjing government." Sakurako Ikeuchi said, pointing to the Japanese who was just talking.

Chen Miao looked up and down with this Japanese man named Fujita Yoshimasa. He was in his forties, not tall, had a rectangular face, and his eyes were shining with a terrifying light, like a poisonous snake hiding in the grass. He had a small slight twist under his nose, his lips were a little thin, but his waist was straight. This was a soldier. Chen Miao smelled the smell on his body, and he was still a soldier engaged in special jobs.

"Mr. Fujita." Chen Miao bowed slightly.

"Mr. Chen Miao, I have heard Miss Shadow mention you many times, saying that you are the most loyal and reliable friend of the Great Japanese Empire." Fujita Yoshima smiled.

"Miss Sakurako is in love." Chen Miao said hurriedly, telling him intuition that this man named Yoshimasa Fujita must have an extraordinary purpose when he comes to see Lan Yuhai at this moment.

"Professor Lan, today your family will be reunited, so I will not disturb you anymore. Come and visit you next day." Fujita Yoshimasa offered his goodbye.

Lan Yuhai nodded, and there seemed to be no intention of sending each other. It seemed that the conversation between the two did not seem to go smoothly, and they might even be a little unpleasant.

Chen Miao looked at Sakurako Ikenai, and sure enough, he saw her smiling bitterly at her.

"Mr. Fujita walks slowly." Although Chen Miao is not the master here, he feels it is necessary to replace Lan Yuhai to ease the atmosphere between the two sides.

Fujita Yoshi's face was slightly cleared, and two Japanese bodyguards followed him straight outside. Sakurako Ikeuchi followed closely, but said, "Sanshuijun, I will find you later."
Chapter completed!