My Spy Years

  Chapter 54 The Wandering Poet (seeking a recommendation ticket for collection)

   This is a young man in a tunic suit.

  An ordinary dark gray cloth bag is slanted across his body.

  In the other hand, he held a navy cap popular among young students. The brim of the hat covered the body of the gun, leaving only a section of the barrel exposed.

  Cheng Qianfan's eyes flashed with panic.

   Then regained some composure, "Who are you?"

   "The Chinese who avenge the tens of thousands of compatriots killed by you Japanese."

   "I'm just an ordinary Japanese tourist, and I haven't done anything to hurt my Chinese friends." Cheng Qianfan said coldly, "Please calm down and don't cause trouble for your country and government."

"What's the meaning?"

   "I'm just an ordinary Japanese citizen who loves peace. However, if I suffer any harm, the soldiers and warships of the Great Japanese Empire will seek justice for me."

  There was the sound of the staff's leather shoes stepping on the ground.

  The young man put away his gun, showed a smile, and whispered in Japanese, "Miyazaki-kun, Kawata-kun invites you to taste the fine wine from your hometown."

   "Kawata-kun?" The surprise on Cheng Qianfan's face turned into surprise.

  The young man nodded, took out a bottle of wine and a note from the cloth bag, and placed them on the table respectfully, with the bottle just pressing the note.

   "Miyazaki-kun, please use it slowly."

   Bow slightly.

  Turn around and leave quickly.

  Cheng Qianfan breathed a sigh of relief, this Japanese agent is too young.

   Speech is inaccurate.

   There is no feeling of hatred for the Japanese in his tone.

  The facial expression acting is also superficial.

  Recently, I often compete with such masters as the teacher Xiu Gongshen, the old fox Qin Detai, and even the team leader Song Fuguo.

   "Sir, your newspaper." The staff glanced at the man who left in a hurry, but since Cheng Qianfan didn't say anything, he wouldn't be too troublesome.

   "Thank you, put it on the table."

"OK."

  After the staff left, Cheng Qianfan picked up the old newspaper covering his waist, and when the newspaper made a stabbing sound, he clicked and adjusted the Mauser pistol on his waist to the safe state.

  Flip it with your hand to adjust the brightness of the desk lamp.

  He picked up the bottle of wine, which was unopened.

  Pick up the note and read it.

  …

   "Miyazaki-kun, thank you.

  Please forgive me for my negligence, and I would like to apologize with wine from my hometown, hoping to comfort Mr. Miyazaki's homesickness, Nagayoshi Kawada. "

  Cheng Qianfan knew what Yongkichi Kawata meant when he said thank you.

  He folded the note very preciously.

   Pick up the wine bottle and unscrew the cap.

  The nostrils are close to the mouth of the bottle.

   took a deep breath.

   "Da Qi Niang, the taste of hometown, it's nostalgic." He closed his eyes, muttered to himself softly, took a sip, and the corners of his eyes seemed a little moist.

  In the slanted side corridor of Cheng Qianfan's bed, a young man pretended to look out the window into the night.

  Looking obliquely from his position, he could just see the reflection of the window glass, because Cheng Qianfan turned on the lamp, and his every move could be seen clearly on the glass.

  Seeing Cheng Qianfan wipe the corners of his eyes, he smiled and shook his head as if embarrassed, and screwed the cap back on the bottle carefully.

   Then he picked up the newspaper and read it, covering his face.

  He just walked away quietly.

  …

  Cheng Qianfan showed a smile.

  He put down the newspaper, showing a greedy look, unscrewed the wine bottle again, and took a sip.

   Squinting his eyes comfortably, he saw that the shadow on the ground in the side corridor had disappeared.

  There is a ceiling light on the side porch, and people standing under it will form a shadow, just like the shadow under the street lamp.

  The young man thought of using the car window to observe Cheng Qianfan.

   but forgot his own shadow.

   Cheng Qianfan's performance after turning on the desk lamp has nothing to do with his perception of the shadow, even if no one is secretly peeping, he will do so.

  At this moment, he is playing Miyazaki Kentaro, a Japanese with a story who misses his hometown and encounters fellow countrymen by chance—

  He is always vigilant that he is like a precision-operated instrument equipped with a bomb, and there must be no mistakes or sloppy.

  Because you never know which step is not done well, it is the end that will be smashed to pieces.

  …

  The young man returned to Kawata Yongkichi, covering his mouth and reporting in a low voice.

  Yongkichi Kawata showed a happy smile, quickly took out a pen, scribbled a line on the notebook, and tore off the note.

  I was about to put it in my pocket, but after thinking about it, I stuffed the note into my mouth and swallowed it into my stomach.

  ‘Miyazaki-kun, I have a task ahead of me, I’m sorry, see you again. ’ Kawata Yongkichi sighed inwardly.

   It is extremely rare to meet fellow villagers, and he is delighted.

  Nagakichi Kawata, who has not returned to his hometown for many years, is eager to have a drink with Kentaro Miyazaki, but it is a pity that he has a task to do now, and he must not be careless in the slightest.

  …

  Cheng Qianfan was thinking.

  Where did Kawada Yongkichi and his group come from?

  Where are you going?

  What is the purpose of their trip?

   These are mysteries.

  Although there were many questions in his mind to be solved, Cheng Qianfan still decided that unless Kawata Yongkichi came to contact him again, he would not have any contact with these people again.

  Yongkichi Kawada's vigilance and prudence also made Cheng Qianfan even more cautious.

   This is a Japanese special with extremely rich fighting experience.

  Cheng Qianfan didn't dare to be careless.

  He must strictly follow the behavior of the "wandering poet" Miyazaki Kentaro.

  Cawada Yongkichi previously emphasized 'don't bother them'. This sentence, Kawata Yongkichi believes that Miyazaki Kentaro can understand.

  Yes, the wandering poet 'Miyazaki Kentaro' understood and cooperated.

   Nagayoshi Kawada appreciated it and thanked him on a note.

  So, he can't and shouldn't bother Kawada Yongkichi anymore.

  'Wandering Poet', 'Archaeologist', 'Historian Scholar', etc., these are the secret information he inquired at Shanghai Tongwen College.

  The school arranges Japanese students or encourages Japanese teachers and sociologists to go out to do research, and use similar public and legitimate identities to "investigate" and "collect folklore" in China.

   These people are not really spies.

   They definitely don't engage in espionage, they do research and write reports normally.

   This is a normal cultural exchange.

  Therefore, instead of arresting these people, the national government must protect their safety so as not to give the Japanese an excuse to expand the war.

   Really humiliating.

  In these studies and reports, they recorded in detail what they saw and heard along the way, and most importantly, the accurate records of mountains, rivers, hydrology, and roads.

  These research materials will be sorted out by Shanghai Tongwen University, other Japanese schools, business groups, and even local Japanese universities, and will be used as "legitimate" precious historical materials for schools and associations.

   At the same time, these research materials will be secretly submitted to the Japanese military and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs at the same time, and there will be special departments to study and finally draw the most accurate military map.

  Cheng Qianfan was analyzing himself. He felt that he had 'chosen' the identity of a 'wandering poet' for Kentaro Miyazaki, which was a more reasonable choice.

  Not a spy, but actually engaged in work that has some kind of secret connection with a spy.

   This is a very flexible identity that can get close to Nagayoshi Kawata without arousing too much subconscious suspicion from the other party, and at the same time can freely control the degree of contact and involvement.

  …

  Cheng Qianfan got up and closed the door of the bunk, drew the curtain, lowered the brightness of the desk lamp, and wrote in his notebook.

  Afterwards, he gently tore the written paper into many strips.

  After thinking about it, Cheng Qianfan tore off the next few blank sheets of paper, stuffed them into his mouth and ate them.

  He uses a fountain pen, which will leave a writing mark.

  He thought for a while, and wrote a sentence in Chinese on the blank page:

   Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, Mr. Chuan sent a pot of sake from his hometown. I am very grateful. The taste of my hometown is fascinating.

  After finishing all this, Cheng Qianfan pretended to go to the bathroom, and when he passed the bunk next door, he met one of the bodyguards and nodded slightly.

  The other party didn't speak. After Cheng Qianfan walked away for more than ten meters, he stood up, stretched himself, and told his companion that he was going to the bathroom to cheer up his companion.

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