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In the 27th year of China, March [-]th, late.

News of the third bombing of Yuchuan by the East Japanese military reached Jinkou. For a while, the streets and alleys were filled with the voices of newsboys shouting.At [-]:[-], Shigeyoshi Hisakawa turned back from the Ping'an Bridge area of ​​Nantan and walked into Xiangri News Agency on Guangning Road. He already had a copy of the extra-printed leaflet of "Yu Bao" in his hand.

Since last month’s Xinji Day, the No.12 Army’s No.[-] Team Joint Air Corps First Flying Regiment carried out small-scale exploratory air strikes on the temporary foothold after the Chinese government moved its capital. Hundreds of people have been killed and thousands of houses have been destroyed. Ruin—the rough statistics of the Chinese side can be seen from several local newspapers and periodicals with a considerable circulation.

Unsurprisingly, these messages will also be collected by the military as part of countless military information for research and analysis by senior military officers and preparations for the next strategic bombing.Or, among the three or five field green military uniforms covered by the war screen painting in the meeting room of the 23rd Dongri Infantry Brigade, Kitai Maozo was there.

But Shigeyoshi Hisakawa is very clear that such information is no longer eligible to be obtained by overseas Chinese reporters in East China like him.The military and its emptied emperor don’t need his subjects to know so much, they only need those fleshy bodies that are either crawling on the soil or sleeping in Eba, who take out blood and sex, like the brief splendor all over the four islands and then go to silence The dying cherry blossoms devoted themselves to this so-called sacred battle fanatically and purely.

All thinking about truth and rationality is no longer important.And what he can do is to change the square characters used by the Chinese side to accuse the tragedies of the world, and replace them with the fluent and beautiful Eastern Japanese language, so as to add icing on the cake to the victory and sing praises.As a result, more people will devote their lives to this altar one after another, and the stacked bones will become a unique beauty for admiration.

How absurd, Hisakawa Shigeyoshi thought.

He is a person who has seen the bombing with his own eyes. In the 21st year of China, he watched the erotic plane pass by the north of Pingan Bridge, and put six bombs into the Jinkou Printing Bookstore one after another. The five-story building became an empty shell, covered with smoke and dust, and shattered The paper was raised over several blocks in the surrounding area.A couple died inside, and the fragments of their coats were hanging on the burnt branch of the old locust tree at the door, and they were flying in the wind like broken flags—they were scholars invited by the printing and publishing bureau to collate ancient books. Over a hundred copies were snatched in the roar.

People who passed by the disaster watched the accident and sighed: It's not worth it. Can books be more important than lives?Perhaps this is the so-called dullness of the literati. If you look for something, you must stick to it even if you risk your life.Hisakawa Shigeyoshi understands that in their eyes, these old and even ruined volumes represent not only the collection of classics and history itself, but also culture, history, and the unrepeatable root system of China that has lasted for thousands of years.

But literature and history failed to save them after all, and they also failed to save literature and history.The world situation is like the sharp shout that rang in the ear, cruel and naked: this is an era when the barrel of a gun decides everything!

Under Shaoyu's big sleeves, his fist bones were pressed against the brown tabletop through a thin sheet of paper. Shigeyoshi Hisakawa looked out the window, as if he could really find the trail of a fighter plane passing by in the vast night.However, after only a moment, his eyes turned back from the horizon, over the row of lush potted plants on the window sill, and landed on the newspaper spread on the table.Then he stretched out his hand, and slowly stroked along those creases, as if the ancient ancestors held up the totem of the whole clan in their hands, with reverence close to fear.

No one knew the throbbing in his heart at this moment: the pot of evergreen by the window was gone—except for the radio in his hand, which was the only way he could communicate with the station manually.People like them, in the occupied area covered by the Eastern Japanese heavy army, every time they use the radio, there is a huge risk. If it is not necessary, more often, the news flows between these inadvertent corners.

As a link in the chain, Jiu Chuan Shigeyoshi does not know who is at the other end of the potted plant, and his personal existence may not be known there-this is precisely the safest choice-the boss' instructions are passed on from the other side, and he just You need to choose an appropriate way to respond according to the situation.In rare cases, other information may also be hidden in the bottom of the pelvis. Once it appears, it means that the opponent's team has suffered heavy losses and has to disrupt the normal order of transmission.

Now that he has been hiding for several months, the special situation like the latter has not happened, but facing a more ridiculous situation, Hisakawa Shigeyoshi can't laugh.Who doesn't know that since the beginning of the month, the exposure of Xispider has become an open secret. The Dongri Special Investigation Office is pervasive, with decisive actions and ruthless methods. The entire Jinchang underground transportation network of the Bureau of Statistics remained silent.At a time like this, there shouldn't be any unnecessary actions.

Because of this, he didn't hastily remove the potted plant used as a beacon, but he never thought that someone would do for him what he didn't do.Other than that, everything in the house is normal, even the remaining pots of green plants by the window are arranged extremely evenly.Without any luck, Jiuchuan Shigeyoshi understood that his identity was being held in the palm of his hand, like a seven-inch restrained snake, and even every breath was given to him by the other party.

Regardless of whether it is an enemy or a friend, no matter whether there is news hidden in the basin, such a loss of control means absolute danger.Hisakawa Shigeyoshi stood for a long time. At this time, there were few people in the newspaper office, and the huge space was extremely quiet, filled with the echo of the airflow oscillating in the chest cavity.There was a gradual sound of footsteps in the corridor, and when they reached the door, there seemed to be a pause, and then there was a deliberate and soft door opening: "Jiukawa-san, you are here!"

The owner of the voice stood at the door, wearing a slightly casual cotton and linen white tea dress, stepping on a black nose, and rolling an extra-issue tabloid in his hand, with an embarrassed look on his face: "I heard on the way that the Imperial Flying Squad severely damaged the wartime capital of China. , so come back and take a look..." Shigeyoshi Hisakawa never concealed things at work, the newspapers he brought back were spread out on the table, and seeing his eyes wandering and flickering, one could tell what he was planning.

Right now, the Tiandao Jihad is in full swing, and the Xiangri News Agency has set up a special column to publicize the heroic achievements of the imperial warriors under Emperor Zebi.Hisakawa Shigeyoshi is a special correspondent in this area. As long as he is willing, a ready-made page is waiting, but as an assistant, Tanaka Ruyoshi, there is not much room for his success.The bombing came suddenly, no information was leaked in advance, and it coincided with Shigeyoshi Hisakawa being invited to attend a banquet held by the Eastern Overseas Chinese Circle in the evening. If he could deliver the manuscript as soon as possible, it would indeed be an opportunity for Rukichi Tanaka.

Shigeyoshi Hisakawa's heart was clear, but he didn't point it out. He just said as usual: "I still have some things to do. I won't work overtime tonight. Please take care of the reports." From the extra account lying on the neatly placed desk, it seems that this opportunity that may make the other party a full-fledged reporter is indeed just a trivial matter.

Tanaka Ruyoshi in front of the door was stunned when he heard that, wondering in his heart, he was not sure whether he had insight into all the beauty of intentional adulthood, or he hadn't noticed it at all.Perhaps there is no difference: Hisakawa Shigeyoshi’s brother Najikawa Shigehito is the best reporter at Toichi’s China News Agency. He claims to have come to continue the ideal of his deceased brother, but he has inherited all the aura left by that person invisibly. —One or two articles on current affairs are of little importance to him.

Ruyoshi Tanaka thought that the brothers were not alike.When Jiu Chuan Shigehito took him to do news, no matter how rigorous and stable he was, after a long time, he could still feel that there was a flame burning in that person, with an innate appeal; but Jiu Chuan Shigeyoshi was different, he I just walked step by step step by step, not breaking the rules, not overstepping the rules, like gathering those burnt ashes again and kneading them with mud, which is always so lukewarm that people have nowhere to focus.

It is rare to meet such a tolerant superior, but Rukichi Tanaka has never been satisfied with being just a small reporter assistant. He wants to surpass the people standing in front of him, just like thinking of this coming summer.The fear of failure and the impulse to conquer accumulated in his chest, mixing into an indescribable throbbing, which made him see very clearly that he had never lacked any of the cowardice and desire that had grown wildly in his bones.

The lights in the room are very bright, casting distinct shadows, making the night outside the window more and more misty.Shigeyoshi Hisakawa turned around and walked towards the lounge.Ruyoshi Tanaka let go of the tabloid in his hands, there was still some joy, but more of it was a sense of loss of fighting spirit. He watched the potted plants by the window cast shadows on the newspaper page, and suddenly thought of something, and looked at the back Shouted: "Jiukawa-san!"

Hisakawa Shigeyoshi stopped naturally after the sound, turned his head slightly and passed his gaze, waiting for him to finish his sentence. "After you left today, a lady came and replaced the evergreen pot on the window sill, saying that Mr. Qingyi had agreed with you before." Nodding: "I know."

Since taking over this position, Shigeyoshi Hisakawa has gradually become accustomed to dealing with people of all shapes and sizes, grabbing all the information for analysis from the smallest words and expressions, which is naturally like walking with food.So he knew very well that Rukichi Tanaka must not be allowed to see anything unusual from him at this time, even if he was very sure that he had never known a gentleman named Seiichi, and had never had a relationship with someone from Tonichi or Zhonghua. The lady has had an exceptional relationship.

For no reason, Hisakawa Shigeyoshi thought of the lotus green that rose in the corridor that day, and the hidden worries that once lingered in his mind, old man.He almost subconsciously twisted the feathered copper breast between his chest and abdomen, and the unique cold and hard touch of the metal texture spread across his fingers like an explosion. At this moment, the phone of the newspaper office rang.Ruyoshi Tanaka took it dutifully, and passed the microphone to Hisakawa Shigeyoshi in a moment: "Hiskawa-san, it's Kitai Nakasa."

The voice on the phone was deep and deep, with the fluctuating noise of radio waves, it was Shigeru Kitai himself: "Jiukawa-kun, I'm sorry to disturb you so late, but something happened right now, and I need you to come over immediately." After the sound was over, there was only a steady hiss of electric current passing through, and it seemed unusually quiet over there, and it was impossible to judge where the other party was for a while.

Hisakawa Shigeyoshi has been in contact with Kitai Shigeru many times, and he knows that this person has always followed the rules in this regard, and he is not over the courtesy. Even if Jiro Ishihara was detained by the Special Investigation Department for review before, he did not see him taking the liberty to do so.He hesitated for a moment, held the receiver and looked out the window calmly: "Bei Jing-san is polite, what do you need me to prepare?"

It was dark outside the house, and the rustling of insects could be faintly heard.The voice on the other end of the radio wave was slow: "You don't need anything, the people from the military department will pick you up." As if in response to his words, a few lights on the half of the street corner directly opposite the window followed. They rushed to the main entrance of the newspaper one after another.Shigeyoshi Hisakawa's face finally changed. He put down the phone, looked at the quiet street across the street, and said, "Liuyoshi-kun, please go and have a look, someone is here."

From the gate of Xiang Daily to the quiet office during the day, we passed a long and deep corridor.When Ruyoshi Tanaka came back with a few men in military uniform, Shigeyoshi Hisakawa had just worshiped the portrait of the Great God on the wall, and followed the prestige to look towards the door.During the time they met each other, the two parties have looked at each other several times:

There were five people who came, all wearing military uniforms assigned to the 23rd East Japan Infantry Brigade. As for the two or two people in the club, one is wearing an ermine-colored feathered hakama with a corner belt, apparently returning from a banquet or something like that, the other is only wearing hemp, and is more casually dressed— ——The information on both sides has been buckled up.

Hisakawa Shigeyoshi has been in and out of the barracks many times, but he has never seen these faces, but he has seen them guard all the options leading to the outdoors as soon as they enter the door. Beside the window, I understood [-]% in my heart, and immediately said: "Beijing Zhongzuo just talked with me on the phone, please wait a moment, I will come after I change my clothes."

The former straightened the Taidao, bowed slightly, and did not give his name, but simply responded: "Jiukawa-kun, you are welcome." Jiuchuan Shigeyoshi did not say much, and walked towards the dressing room.The officer who spoke did not make a sound, but he winked to both sides, and three of the remaining four people exited silently, and went outside the door to nowhere.

Tanaka Ruyoshi has always been aware of Shigeyoshi Hisakawa's relationship with Mozo Kitai, and has never seen such a posture.Seeing Zhou Za so quiet at this moment, he felt surprised for a moment, peeked at him, but saw that the other party was also looking at him carefully, and after a while, he asked aloud: "Mr. Tanaka, have you heard of Toshio Tanaka?"

The Tanaka family is not a well-known local family, even in Changzhou Fan.Toshio Tanaka is the second son of this branch. He served in the elite unit of the Guanzuo Army known as the "Flower of the Holy Army".It's just that there is no holiday, and in the tenth year of Showa, people from the Chinese Guanzuo assassinated the important officials of the East and Japan. Toshio Tanaka died protecting Shangguan, leaving only one son behind.

The young man's eyes showed surprise: "Do you know my father?" "He used to be my subordinate." The officer nodded. I feel good when I come." There was a flash of thought knocking on his heart, Ruyoshi Tanaka's eyes lit up, and before he could answer, he heard the sound of the doors closing again in the compartment, and Xueta rubbed gently, just like a gentle breath.

It was late at night, and there was a sudden wind outside the window.