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Chapter 1273 Unfinished (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)

In Shanghai, outside an alley at the border of the Japanese-occupied area and the International Settlement, Ryosuke Hase leisurely stepped down from his car, straightened his collar, and walked into the alley surrounded by his subordinates.

After taking just two steps, Hase and others heard a series of crisp slapping sounds coming from deep in the alley, accompanied by the roar of Osako Michimasa from time to time.

  "Crack!" "Crack!".

"Baka! They're all garbage!"

"So many locust soldiers were killed, and you didn't even notice it."

Hase Ryosuke frowned, looked back at the people watching behind him, whispered to his men to disperse the crowd, and quickened his pace.

After walking a few steps, the alley became darker and darker. When they turned a corner, they saw a row of more than ten corpses covered with white cloth.

Next to the body, several secret service chiefs of the Special Committee on China were bowing their heads and accepting the reprimand from Osako Michimasa. People from the International Settlement Police Station were also at the scene.

"Your Excellency, Chief of Agency."

Hase Ryosuke greeted Osako, and without waiting for a response, he squatted down and lifted up one of the white cloths, while covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

Under the white cloth was a naked corpse with only a loincloth left on its body. Its head was tilted to one side at a weird angle, and its two half-open and half-closed eyes were cloudy and bloodshot, with their eyeballs rolled up, looking quite terrifying.

After putting down the shroud, Hase checked the other bodies. The conditions were similar. There were no obvious external injuries on the bodies of the deceased. Even the expressions on their faces were similar, full of shock and surprise.

Osako Michimasa came over and said in a surprised tone: "Hase-kun, these people are all special marines. They were going to the secret meeting place, but the murderer killed them here and took away the hand disks and uniforms. What a stupid marine."

Hase Ryosuke stood up and asked slowly, "Mr. Director, it seems that you don't need to go through the International Settlement to go from the Navy Headquarters to the Suburban Military Station. Why are the Marines here?"

After these words were spoken, Osako Michimasa's face became even uglier. He couldn't say that he didn't believe Hase and deliberately set a false target, so he had to be vague and try to get the matter over with.

"In order to prevent sabotage by Shancheng agents, I temporarily moved the negotiation location to Hatton Garden. Many imperial warriors died there. Fortunately, Representative Judah was safe and sound."

"Oh? Really?" Hase looked at the other person with a smile, as if asking, "Do you think I believe it?"

Osako's face turned red, and he began to change the subject by force: "Before committing the crime, the murderer pretended to be a Cao Gang thug and warned the residents around him not to go out. This is really rampant."

Chang Gu smiled playfully and did not continue to ask questions. He raised his chin towards the busy road outside the alley and said, "What about the passers-by? The murderer would not have blocked the road, right?"

"That's not the case." Osako shook his head and explained, "According to the testimony of the vendors around, several men stopped the navy deer, and then both parties entered the alley together. No one knows what happened next."

Hase Ryosuke did not comment after hearing this. He turned to look at the Concession Policeman not far away and said, "What do the police find? They are the professionals who can solve the case."

"Yes, the police station did make some discoveries." Osako Michimasa answered, then waved to a member of the police station team and introduced him to Hase when the other person came closer.

"This is Inspector Kwong Fook-on, a well-known criminal investigation expert in the International Settlement. He was the first to lead a team to the scene after receiving the report."

Kuang Fuan looked at Chang Gu, smiled and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Chang Gu, long time no see."

The two had met on many occasions, but their relationship was rather ordinary. After all, one of them was a Japanese intelligence officer and the other was a detective in the concession. Their identities were sensitive and it was not appropriate for them to have too much contact.

"Hello, Mr. Kuang." Hase Ryosuke shook hands with him and said in a warm manner: "I wonder what clues you have found?"

When it came to business, Kuang Fok-an restrained his smile a little, loosened his hand, walked to the first corpse, pointed at a bruise on the neck of the corpse, and gave his opinion from a professional perspective.

"Based on the situation at the scene, the murderer stood at the side or behind the deceased and suddenly attacked, using his arm to firmly hold the deceased's head, and the other arm went around the deceased's neck and pressed against the throat.

The strong pressure blocks the airflow, making it impossible for the deceased to breathe and call for help. The blood flow to the brain is also cut off, causing the deceased to quickly lose consciousness. This process usually occurs within a few seconds.

To ensure the fatality, the murderer pushed the victim's chin, tilted his head back, and pushed him forward, breaking his cervical vertebrae. The victim was paralyzed and died almost immediately.

As he spoke, he put on gloves and straightened the corpse's head, then pointed at the eyes that were slightly open with the eyeballs rolled up and continued.

“Please note that injuries to the cervical spine, especially high cervical spine injuries, can cause the nerve connection between the brain and the body to be interrupted, affecting the muscles that control the eyelids, so the deceased’s eyes cannot be completely closed.

The upward movement of the eyeballs is caused by severe damage to the spinal cord or brain, which leads to loss of control of the eye muscles. Combined with the congestion of the whites of the eyes, all these signs prove that the deceased died of a broken cervical vertebra.

I am sure that the murderers are a group of professionals who are proficient in hand-to-hand combat, strong and powerful, and have undergone special training. They are likely to have a military background, act quickly, are well-organized, and are extremely cruel. " After introducing the current findings, Kuang Fuk-an took off his gloves, turned his head and looked at both ends of the alley, speculating on the situation at the time of the crime.

"At that time, the murderer somehow lured the victims into the alley and then attacked them suddenly. The victims had no time to resist and lost their ability to move in a very short time.

If I am not mistaken, the murderer must have used a false identity, well, most likely appeared as your staff, otherwise the deceased would not rashly enter a remote place, nor would he allow the murderer to get close. "

Osako Michimasa and Hase Ryosuke nodded at the same time. The Marine Special Forces could be considered elite, with so many professional soldiers, how could they be killed so easily if they were not caught off guard.

While the three were talking, a patrolman came running to report that they had found several burnt documents in a garbage dump several dozen meters away from the scene.

Kuang Fuk-an took the blackened document, looked at it for a few seconds and handed it to the Japanese. The document was too badly damaged and he could not see any valuable clues.

Just because he couldn't see it didn't mean that Osako and Hase couldn't see it either. They were very familiar with this document, which was burned to a corner of the cover.

"Baga! This is a shameless frame-up!"

Osako Michimasa was furious. Why was there a spy handstand from the Special Committee on China at the scene? If Tokyo knew about this, he would not just be scolded.

Hase, however, had a look of gloating on his face. Fat Tiger was indeed a qualified partner. Not only did he successfully complete the task, but he also gave Osako a good beating.

Kuang Fuk-an noticed the reactions of the two men and sneered in his heart. He didn't care how the Japanese fought each other. What was important was that the secret talks between Japan and Israel were disrupted and the matter had to be reported to his superiors immediately.

In addition, judging from the situation at the scene and the murderer's behavior, the perpetrator was probably the Military Control Commission, who is worthy of being the Kuomintang's intelligence ace, with ruthless methods and bold actions.

Everyone was silent for a moment. Osako Michimasa left first. Hase bowed slightly to Kuang Fuk-an and left with the corpses. As a partner of the navy, he could use these corpses to exchange for a lot of benefits and make the best use of them.

Looking at the back of Chief Hase, Kuang Fuk-an pursed his lips, waved his hand to dismiss the patrol, got into the car and quickly drove away from the scene.

French Concession, hotel.

Zheng Tingbing walked around Xu Enzeng twice with his hands behind his back. The other person was now lying on the sofa, groaning, with bruises all over his face, his clothes torn, and he looked very miserable.

Chen Gongshu rescued Xu Enzeng, changed him into beggar's clothes and threw him into the French Concession. The local beggars thought he was a scoundrel who came to steal their business and beat him up on the spot. If Xu Enzeng had not met a kind-hearted person, he would have been beaten to death.

"Tsk tsk, Old Xu, you didn't go out to have some fun and got blocked in bed by someone's husband, did you?" Zheng Tingbing asked knowingly with a teasing tone.

Xu Enzeng was too lazy to pay attention to him. His gaze slowly moved to Zuo Zhong, Gui Youguang and Shen Dongxin. His eyes instantly turned red. He raised his finger and pointed at the three of them with an extremely sad and angry expression.

"Mr. Zuo, I want to accuse you to the chairman! And you two, don't think Xu is a fool. What happened today is a conspiracy, a conspiracy against me."

Shen Dongxin would not tolerate him and questioned why the other party did not meet near the Hao Garden as planned. If Xu Enzeng could not give a reasonable explanation, he would also report the matter to Zhu Liuxian and his superiors.

Xu Enzeng was speechless and hesitant for a long time but couldn't explain anything. Zheng Tingbing shook his head and thought that Old Xu really couldn't see the situation clearly.

They all came together to carry out the mission. Even if they couldn't be united, at least they had to save face.

Now that the Central Bureau of Investigation's operation has failed, resulting in the loss of a large number of personnel, while the Military Bureau of Investigation's operation has been successful, what Xu Enzeng has to do is to bow his head and overcome the difficulties first.

But Zheng Tingbing thought of the two Chens and asked Gui Youguang whether the operation was going smoothly, trying to save some face for Xu Enzeng.

Gui Youguang looked at Zuo Zhong and saw Zuo Zhong nod slightly, then he recounted the course of action. The process was exactly the same as Kuang Fuan's speculation, except that many details were missing, such as the existence of Hase Ryosuke.

When Zheng Tingbing heard that all the Japanese negotiators had been killed, he was surprised and proposed an immediate retreat. No matter how good Shanghai was, it was still Japanese territory, so it would be better to return to the mountain city as soon as possible.

"No rush, there is still one thing left to do." Zuo Zhong rejected Zheng Tingbing's proposal and handed him several photos and translations.

  Zheng Tingbing looked at the photo with curiosity, his eyes gradually widened. No wonder Gui Youguang and Shen Dongxin had not touched the Jewish man before. It turned out that it was not because of the chairman's order, but because

He was moved, and holding the photo, he said righteously: "Shen Zhong, if there is anything you need me to do, just tell me, Zheng will never shirk my responsibility!"

Xu Enzeng looked at Zuo Zhong, then at Zheng Tingbing, and shook his head vigorously. He always felt that this was an illusion. When did Zheng Tingbing become so enthusiastic?

(End of this chapter)