[The Pretender Lou Cheng] Non-public Notes

Extra Story - The Train Bombing

Unlike Minglou and Mingcheng, Liang Zhongchun only learned that Fujita Yoshimasa was about to go to Nanjing when the transfer order was officially announced.However, that night, he received a call about "the train on which Chief Fujita was riding exploded, and his life and death are currently uncertain."

Hearing the news, the figures of Minglou and Mingcheng first came to Liang Zhongchun's mind. After he told his subordinates how to deal with the scene, he hurriedly hung up the phone and dialed another familiar number.

"What's going on here!"

Mingcheng was woken up in his sleep, he got up and went to the study to answer the phone, only to hear this question in a deliberately lowered voice.

"Director Liang," Mingcheng regained his composure and put on his usual cunning mask in front of Liang Zhongchun, "What are you asking nonsensically in the middle of the night? Mingcheng The officer just fell asleep, do you need me to wake him up to answer your question?"

"Hmph." Liang Zhongchun snorted heavily on the other end of the phone, and said, "You know it in your heart! The train that Fujita Yoshimasa was on was just bombed."

"What?" Mingcheng's voice was raised and the ending was rising, all of which showed the shock in the speaker's heart, but there didn't seem to be any surprise in that tone.

"Is Chief Fujita okay?" Mingcheng asked again.

"I don't know," Liang Zhongchun was a little annoyed, so his tone was not good, "When I received the call just now, the fire at the scene hadn't subsided, and I haven't found Yoshimasa Fujita yet."

"Forget it if you can't find it." Mingcheng said unhurriedly, "He probably doesn't want to go to Nanjing either."

Even though he had already guessed, when he heard Mingcheng say this, Liang Zhongchun still felt a little bit in his heart. He secretly sighed for the boldness and meticulousness of Minglou and Mingcheng's actions. He was silent for a moment, as if he had acquiesced in Mingcheng's intentions. , then hung up the phone and rushed to the scene.

"Liang Zhongchun's phone number?"

As soon as Mingcheng lifted the quilt and got in, the person sleeping on the bed stretched out his arms around his waist and pulled him into a generous embrace.

The chest was tightly pressed against his back, and he could vaguely feel the strong heartbeat hidden inside. Mingcheng relaxed his body and nestled in, exuding a gentle and docile aura from his whole body.

"Well," he made a soft nasal sound, "everything about the train is going well, brother, go on to sleep."

Minglou kissed the back of his neck from behind him, murmured "good night" softly, and closed his eyes.

Just when Minglou thought Mingcheng was falling asleep, Mingcheng suddenly turned his body slightly and said soberly, "From Liang Zhongchun's description, it seems that the explosion was much more serious than we expected." There was doubt in his tone.

Minglou also opened his eyes and was silent for a few seconds before asking, "Are there any civilian casualties?"

"Probably not," Mingcheng guessed, "If there was, Liang Zhongchun would definitely have stabbed us with this matter just now, and he wouldn't just say nothing."

"That's good." Minglou breathed a sigh of relief, but then frowned subconsciously, "It seems that Cheng Jinyun is still a little bit measured. But you should find an opportunity to point her at this matter, as a warning .”

"Yeah." Mingcheng nodded.

Seeing that Mingcheng seemed to be a little worried, Minglou straightened his body, faced himself, leaned over and pressed a few soft kisses on the corner of his mouth, "Don't think about it, go to sleep. This may be a Good things might happen.”

Now that Minglou said so, Mingcheng naturally closed his eyes obediently, relying on the habits of his body to kiss Minglou precisely, and stretched out the tip of his slippery tongue into Minglou's mouth to deepen the kiss.

Minglou quickly turned passive into active. His arms that were originally on Mingcheng's waist tightened a little, and he wrapped Mingcheng more in his arms. Mingcheng twisted his waist impatiently.

"Bonnenuit." Mingcheng took the lead in ending the goodnight kiss, and when he said this, his breath was already a little unsteady.

"Bonnenuit." There seemed to be a hint of a smile hidden in Minglou's deep voice.

Liang Zhongchun waited at the scene of the explosion, and finally waited for Minglou and Mingcheng, who had been belatedly.

"Mr. Ming," Liang Zhongchun hurried up to greet him, and said with a heartbroken look, "Look at this explosion... I don't know which bastard did it!"

Minglou cast a sidelong glance at him, causing Liang Zhongchun to panic, and lowered his head involuntarily.

"Are there any civilian casualties?" Minglou asked.

"No, no," Liang Zhongchun waved his hands again and again, "Although the explosives are powerful, fortunately, civilians are concentrated in the front and middle of the train."

Minglou let out an "um" after hearing that, and took a few steps forward.

What I saw in front of me was the scene of being bombed beyond recognition. The ground that should have been dripping with blood was covered up by the raging flames and turned into a scorched black color. The scorched smell mixed with blood and stench rushed straight into the nostrils. Minglou couldn't help but frowned. He lowered his eyebrows, but still opened his eyes wide and wandered around.

Mingcheng also came over at this time, and Chong Minglou shook his head slightly.

Ming Lou glanced at him, his eyes seemed to say "Got it", then he turned his head and asked Liang Zhongchun, "Have you found Mr. Fujita?"

"Sir Ming, my subordinates immediately went to confirm the safety of Chief Fujita, but you also saw that this man was blown to pieces, it was so dark, how can we recognize Chief Fujita!" Liang Zhongchun's expression was very strange. It's helpless, and a little bit wronged.

Ming Lou nodded, and didn't blame him for it, but continued, "Keep looking, even if it's something on Chief Fujita's body, we must confirm the whereabouts of Chief Fujita."

"Yes!" Liang Zhongchun replied loudly, and went to the front to continue directing his subordinates.

Mingcheng has also walked to Minglou's side at this time, and his clenched right fist is hidden between him and Minglou's body, as if to spread out, but Minglou holds it indiscriminately and stuffs it into his pocket. .

Mingcheng immediately understood that Minglou was afraid of being distracted by people, so he relaxed his palm, and when he stretched it out again, his fingers were naturally slightly curved, and his palm was empty.

The preliminary investigation report on the train bombing was soon submitted to the Japanese side.The loss of a truckload of military supplies has been confirmed to be the work of the Communist Party. According to the investigation of the explosion site, no evidence related to Fujita Yoshimasa was found, but the remaining half of the badge of his subordinate, Fujita Yoshi Zheng's whereabouts are currently unknown, and No. 76 said that he is still struggling to find him.

In addition, Cheng Jinyun, Minglou's prospective sister-in-law, was invited to rest in Fujita Yoshimasa's carriage, but was also killed. Miss Cheng's family jade bracelet was found at the scene of the explosion.This matter was only briefly mentioned in the report. Although Ming Tai had long since passed away, Cheng Jinyun, as his fiancée, would naturally receive more or less attention from the Japanese side as he bore the title of young master of the Ming family.Once this report is released, Cheng Jinyun's case in the Japanese investigation will be considered closed.

And Yoshimasa Fujita was transferred to Nanjing this time. It sounds like a transfer, but in fact he also went to Nanjing to accept further review.The third war zone suffered heavy losses. In addition, during his tenure, the anti-Japanese forces did not weaken at all. On the contrary, there was a tendency to surge. If he failed to deliver a satisfactory answer, he would inevitably have to use the "spirit of bushido" to show himself. Sincerely to the Great Japanese Empire.But now this person has disappeared.The Japanese high-level officials were furious and quickly issued a warrant for the arrest of Yoshimasa Fujita.

Just a few days after the bombing, Liang Zhongchun invited Mingcheng to his office to discuss the follow-up work on the bombing.

Mingcheng hung up the phone, turned his head and looked at Minglou, "Liang Zhongchun asked me to come over."

"Go." Minglou said with a relaxed expression and a smile, "Maybe it's a good thing."

Mingcheng tilted his head, Minglou didn't worry about him, so naturally he didn't worry, so he curled his lips and left quickly.

"Director Liang has so many things to do every day, why do you still have time to come over to me?" Minglou raised his hand and knocked on the open door of Liang Zhongchun's office, and said with a teasing smile.

"No matter how busy you are, you are not as busy as Brother Ah Cheng." Liang Zhongchun stood up from behind the desk, took out a small kraft paper bag from the locked drawer, made a "please" gesture to Mingcheng, and then took the lead Go to the sofa for meeting guests.

Mingcheng also sat down, wanting to see what Liang Zhongchun had to say.

Liang Zhongchun first poured a cup of tea for himself and Mingcheng, and after taking a sip, he pushed the kraft paper bag in his hand along the glass top of the tea table to Mingcheng, and said in a low voice, "Brother Ah Cheng is busy, A person who works and loves."

Mingcheng raised his eyes and stared directly at Liang Zhongchun for a few seconds, then calmly took the paper bag and opened it.

Inside contained a black, charred object that appeared to be the remains of a military medal.

Mingcheng folded the paper bag and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his suit very naturally, as if it belonged to him.

"Director Liang," Mingcheng raised his teacup, saluted Liang Zhongchun, and said with a smile, "Although Chief Fujita has defected, we will work together for a long time, and we will help each other a lot in the future."

"Brother Ah Cheng, you are welcome." Liang Zhongchun also smiled. He also raised his teacup, touched Mingcheng's teacup lightly, and made a crisp "ding" sound.