Mid-Autumn Festival, One Day Off
In a certain year in the past, the Maori family had a newborn baby. This baby may have Germanic blood, or may have the blood of Kangba men, but now, this baby is the child of the Maori family. As for what to call it, no one knows.
Then, more than ten years passed in a flash, and the child gradually grew up, went to school, and grew up, and became a young man with a tall body and a strong physique.
This young man entered Kyoto University and showed his talented musical talent, which made teachers and students envious.
Perhaps God wanted to sharpen this young man. When he was in college, his voice was broken. Was it because of injury?
However, the injury on his throat did not knock this young man down. He took out the aristocratic temperament of the Maori family and stubbornly fought against fate, and his weapon of struggle was music.
In order to find inspiration, the young man embarked on a journey... He went to many places, the top of Mount Fuji, the old house in Kyoto, the port of Osaka... Finally, the young man came to the wilderness of his hometown.
The hardships along the way did not break the young man, but made him grow into a strong man. The man walked along the way, and perhaps he would meet beautiful women and fierce enemies on the way, but this did not stop the man. However, the scenery on the fields of his hometown made the man stop...
"Let's go...!" Just when Mei Zi was imagining there, Wu Qian spoke slowly in Japanese.
"Yes, it's time to go!" Zhao Yuanbao nodded slightly, and then said: "There is an old Chinese saying that there is no banquet that will not end. It is the best thing in life to hear the voice of home brought by Mao Lijun in a teahouse in a foreign country after many years. I wonder where Mao Lijun will go next?"
"Keep going...walking..." Wu Qian said hoarsely and slowly.
"Keep going? But Mao Lijun, what about your safety? This is not the country, you have already felt it along the way. The Chinese are not so friendly to us." Zhao Yuanbao said.
"It doesn't matter... I've seen... too many tragic things along the way. My music shouldn't be bloody..." Wu Qian continued, with a look of misery on his face, like a compassionate monk.
"Then... let's go! I'll take you to the station, maybe I can find a way to get you a car. Listen to me, don't stay in China, go back, go back to your hometown!" While Zhao Yuanbao was talking, the two of them had already stood up and walked out the door side by side. Mei Zi opened her mouth on the side, but in the end she didn't say anything.
Mei Zi wanted to call someone, of course it's not that she didn't give money, the banknote Wu Qian gave was of a large denomination. Mei Zi actually wanted to ask if she could follow Wu Qian, but after thinking about her identity, she gave up.
The two people left the teahouse, and Ge Wencai outside immediately rushed over to guard one side. Then, the three of them walked away and walked out of the teahouse in such a loud manner.
"Platoon leader, while you were playing the ocarina in the house, I heard a lot of news in the private rooms around. But not long after, the Japanese in the nearby private rooms were attracted by the sound of the flute. Fortunately, these Japanese just stood outside the private room and listened, and did not rush in. I was so nervous that I was thinking about whether to kill them with a rapid-fire." Walking back to the alley, Ge Wencai said.
"Xiao Wu... I made some mistakes this time, because I didn't expect that the song that our detachment leader played casually would have such a great lethality! I knew it by looking at the performance of the boss lady. Fortunately, our detachment leader said that the Japanese would become quiet after listening to this song, so there was no big mistake." Zhao Yuanbao said.
"In fact, if this was a long-term mission, I could blend in with many Japanese officers or businessmen with this song. It's just that my identity is not checked, so it's easy to be exposed." Wu Qian said.
"If it's a long-term mission, I'll give you a new identity. Also, the boss lady looks at you differently. You can take her away if you look for her and wave her hand." Zhao Yuanbao said.
"Well, almost, she can even stick to me! I'm using some tricks, I'm afraid she will follow me wholeheartedly for the rest of her life! Don't ask why, it's passed down from my master!" Wu Qian said.
"Your master also learned this? Ahem, okay, I won't ask, we'll summarize the information we got later and see what the captain arranges." Zhao Yuanbao said.
As for Captain Gou, the timeline needs to be reviewed back for a few hours. After leaving the deserted alley, Captain Gou wandered along the street, finally walked into an alley, and pushed open a half-closed door.
"The master is back..." The servant came up to greet Captain Gou when he saw him.
"Go prepare hot water, I want to take a bath, and find me a clean set of clothes. Also, let Xiao Si serve me!" Captain Gou gave orders while heading towards the bathhouse at home.
Then, two hours passed, and Captain Gou changed into clean clothes and appeared in the Japanese division headquarters, where he met Imamura Shintaro.
"Imamura-kun, I'm back!" Captain Gou said, bending over with a black hat in his hand.
"Gou-san, you've been gone for several days, and there's no news. Have you found out anything?" Imamura Shintaro asked.
"Report to the lady, I was really in danger of death this time!" Captain Gou cried and began to tell about his experiences and experiences along the way. Well, how did he get out of the city, how did he see the team members being caught by the militia, how did he sneak into the base, how did he deal with the militia, how did he get the information after a narrow escape, and then he reported back.
I have to say that the brain of a detective captain is really good, and his writing is like a diuretic. He talked for more than an hour in one breath, and the ups and downs of the story are much better than that of the author named Lao Wai.
"In other words, you saw the armored vehicle of the Eighth Route Army?" Imamura Shintaro asked the key point directly.
"I saw it. The armored vehicle was so big, so long, and the barrel was so thick. There were three heavy machine guns on it. There must be more than a dozen people serving this armored vehicle. Anyway, I dare not attack such a vehicle." Captain Gou nodded and bowed as he spoke half-true and half-false information, and his forehead was sweating.
"Baga, you are talking nonsense! This morning, the soldiers at the gate saw you enter the city with your legs weak, and you were accompanied by a carriage and followers. You didn't do anything for the empire at all, but went to the countryside to find a prostitute! You are a waste, the empire has raised you in vain!" Imamura Shintaro slammed the table in anger.
"Ahem, this, Taijun, I really saw the armored vehicles of the Eighth Route Army, really, I saw it with my own eyes!" Captain Gou said this sincerely, without any lies.