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Chapter 687 October
In the 24th year of the Republic of China, October.

Time is like water, and four months have passed without knowing it. October is considered a golden autumn in the mainland, but Harbin is a bit chilly. People put on thin sweaters or fabric jackets.

Early this morning, the residents of Wudang Street in Harbin, as usual, got up and washed up and went out to buy breakfast at the surrounding stalls. The streets and alleys were full of the smell of food.

Fried cakes, fried golden and crispy, hot and fragrant; egg stew, a bowl of egg stew in the morning, served with porridge or buns, red and green, harmonious and complete.

There are also sesame seed cakes that are burnt on the outside and crispy on the inside, which is delicious with a bowl of tofu;

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the market, a pharmacy with a red cross on it opened its door, and the owner greeted the people coming and going and the early stall owner familiarly.

But what is strange is that this person did not buy breakfast. After walking around for a while, he returned to the store, picked up a bowl of ramen from the counter, and ate it.

The people around him didn't care. They knew that the pharmacy owner named Okamoto was not used to northern food. He occasionally ate wontons a few times, and other times he only ate noodles cooked by his wife.

Speaking of which, this man is a bit interesting.

Unlike the Japanese soldiers patrolling the street and other Japanese businessmen, the other party has a good attitude towards Chinese guests, smiling when they meet, and rarely shoddy behavior.

It is said that he stayed in the government for several years and was frightened by anti-Japanese students and officials. In short, he is an honest person, and the residents are willing to take care of his business.

Therefore, within a few months of opening, this small store called Jiren Pharmacy squeezed out a Chinese medicine store and a Western medicine store also run by Japanese, which shows how prosperous the business is.

But no matter how good Okamoto's attitude is, he is still Japanese, and everyone keeps his distance from him. No one wants to talk to the other party except for buying medicine, so as not to cause any trouble.

Harbin has not been peaceful these past few months.

First, the warehouse at the freight station was set on fire, killing dozens of Japanese management personnel, and a train of ammunition from the Kwantung Army was also burned and directly exploded into the sky.

It is estimated that the whole Harbin heard the explosion that night, and the flames burned half of the sky red. The faces of the police department and fire brigade were like dead mothers.

Before the Japanese could react, another person died in the Manchurian Railway official building area not far away. Several technicians from Tokyo hanged themselves in their own room.

The reason is that these bastards have harmed several Chinese female students in the railway school. One of the girls had no way to appeal and committed suicide by hanging her heart on a rope at the gate of Mantie.

In addition, more than a dozen big Japanese businessmen, officials, and even military officers disappeared inexplicably by the river. No one was alive or dead.

For this reason, the Police Department and the Kwantung Army went crazy and organized many search operations in the city. God knows if this Okamoto is the Japanese eyeliner, and it is better to keep a little distance.

"Drip."

Suddenly a car whistle sounded, and the residents who bought breakfast gave way one after another. The driver stepped on the accelerator and stopped at the door of Jiren Pharmacy.

As soon as the car stopped, a white Russian man jumped out of the car and rushed into the pharmacy, shouting to the boss in a hurry: "Okamoto-kun, Okamoto-kun, the medicinal materials you ordered have arrived at the freight station."

"Yo Xi, that's really great." Zuo Zhong, whose pseudonym was Shigenobu Okamoto, put down his bowl and chopsticks with a happy expression on his face. The pharmacy he opened sells both Chinese and Western medicines, and what is most lacking now is herbal medicines.

He walked around to the counter, poured a glass of water for Torreta, a taxi driver he met when he first came to Harbin, took out a stack of Japanese yen from his pocket with a smile, and handed it directly to the other party.

"Torrieta, you take the money first, thank you for your help, otherwise I really don't know what to do, if the medicinal materials are no longer available, my small shop will be closed.

Those damned anti-Manchurian anti-Japanese elements dared to set fire to the warehouse, and burned a dozen boxes of herbs I ordered from the Republic of China. They will definitely suffer retribution, Baga. "

Speaking of the burning of the goods, Zuo Zhong gritted his teeth and cursed, his eyes were full of anger, and he looked at the crowd outside the store in the wrong way, as if the person who set the fire was outside.

"Haha, my friend."

Torreta, who was counting the money with his head down, grinned, shook the banknotes vigorously and made a few crisp sounds, proudly put the money into the wallet, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder and comforted him.

"Don't be so depressed, anyway, you didn't pay the other party, did you? As for the anti-Manchurian anti-Japanese elements, you really have to deal with them. These damned guys are killing people and setting fires everywhere.

The rich are afraid of being targeted by them, so they all hide at home. No one wants to take a taxi. My business has suffered a lot. If it weren't for your part-time job, I would be starving. "

"Money is nothing, what I need is herbs, that's fine, let's not talk about it." Zuo Zhong pretended to be impatient and waved his hand: "Is there any news about what I asked you to inquire about?"

"Of course, my friend."

Torreta sat down on the stool, took a sip of water and said, "There are a lot of platycodon and parsnip over there in Xiaoniujiaogou. The quality is pretty good. I'll take you there to have a look when I have time."

This person has been in the Northeast for many years. He speaks Northeast China fluently and knows many people of all levels. Relying on this advantage, he does some brokerage business while driving.

Zuo Zhong was very satisfied with his answer, and the two chatted in a harmonious atmosphere for a while. After a long time, Torrieta got up and was about to leave, and asked a seemingly unintentional question before leaving.

"Okamoto, didn't you and your wife go out last night? I heard that a movie theater opened nearby, showing the latest American movies. You can go there for entertainment."

"No, I'm not interested in movies. Besides, the law and order in Harbin is so bad. Before the anti-Manchurian anti-Japanese elements are arrested, I will definitely not take Xia Zi out at night. It's too dangerous."

Zuo Zhong unceremoniously criticized the work of the Police Department, put the teapot heavily on the table, and babbled about how he might as well stay in Hui Province.

Torreta didn't have the patience to listen to his complaints, so he patted his ass and left, got into the car and ran away without a trace, and the dust he brought up floated to the breakfast stall, causing a lot of shouting.

"Sorry, sorry."

Zuo Zhong quickly cupped his hands to apologize for the other party, after all, that guy went out from his shop, and he was a neighbor who looked down and didn't see him up, so it wouldn't do him any good to get stiff.

With a smiling face to make the young and old happy, he turned and walked into the pharmacy, the smile on his face gradually faded. Torretta couldn't stay, and he had to find a chance to send him on his way.

From the time they first met, the other party set up a trap for them, especially during this period of time when there were sabotage and disappearance cases in Harbin, this kind of temptation became more and more frequent.

There were even a few times when he came uninvited late at night, saying that he wanted to drink with him, but the fool knew what the other party meant, and he just wanted to confirm whether he was in the store.

If you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves thinking about you.

Hidden dangers cannot be left behind.

Zuo Zhong sentenced the other party to death in his heart. At this time, He Yijun, who was wearing a kimono, stepped on wooden clogs and walked out of the room, and inserted a sharp hairpin back into his hair.

It had been several months since the trip to Germany, and the hair she had cut off had long since grown back. At this time, she was wearing a bun that is common among Japanese women, and she walked lightly to Zuo Zhong's side in lotus steps.

"Okamoto-kun, what's the matter? Did the White Russian see something? If it's to inform about the medicinal materials, he can call him. There's no need to come in person."

"Probably not. If he finds something, the one who came here today should be the Secret Service. Besides, it wasn't the warehouse we burned. How could he see the flaw? Just be more vigilant."

Zuo Zhong shook his head when he heard the words, his expression was a bit distressed, it was really a bad time, when he and others arrived in Harbin before they had time to make a move, the Japanese took several sap blows.

set fire,

revenge,

kill.

It was fun, of course, but the problem was that these actions angered the Police Department and the Kwantung Army, and they could only temporarily lie dormant and wait for the right opportunity, which lasted for several months.

I don't know who did it, but it must not be a professional intelligence officer, because the opponent's target has no strategic value, and the warehouse and munitions train are interesting.

Underground parties, patriotic students, bandits, and bandits are all possible. There are not a few people who have enemies with the Japanese in the Northeast. It is not surprising that there are one or two fierce people who want to do it.

Knowing his distress, He Yijun smiled slightly and put away the bowls and chopsticks on the counter, and said in a low voice, "Why did Okamoto-kun ask him to go to Xiaoniujiaogou to look for bellflowers and Fangfeng?"

"The vigilance around the Beiyin River is very strong. In addition to recent events, the Japanese have once again strengthened security patrols. It is easy to expose their identities if they leave the city without sufficient reasons.

According to the previous intelligence investigation, Xiaoniujiaogou is a well-known local medicinal material producing area. From there, it goes east through the Suiman Railway and a big mountain, and the target can be seen from the top of the mountain.

I didn't directly mention the place name, it was this guy who inquired about it himself, so that I would not arouse suspicion when I went to the local area to check the situation of the medicinal materials. We have to use each other's identity. "

Zuo Zhong didn't hide from her, he told her all his plans, he had to explain some things clearly, in case of his unfortunate death, someone had to complete the next task.

In this turbulent time, the safest way to get out of the city is to use the Japanese's eyeliner. Maybe there are special agents from the Secret Service Division as free bodyguards. Wouldn't it be great.

After explaining the matter of Xiaoniujiaogou, he glanced outside the door and asked, "Is there a code for the Wolong team and the Fengchu team in the newspaper? According to the agreement, they should report that they are safe today."

"Yes, the Wolong team's hotel has opened, and the Fengchu team is looking for a suitable shop. By the way, do you need me to do a regular maintenance for the radio station?" He Yijun asked for instructions.

"Still looking for a store?"

Zuo Zhong's eyes widened. What the hell are Xu Enzeng and Ling Sanping doing? It's been three or four months. They just opened a small grain store, and they didn't want them to build a skyscraper.

After a few seconds of silence, he took a deep breath: "Leave the maintenance of the radio station to me. I don't worry about you going out alone. After two days, the signal will be sent out. I want to meet with the Fengchu team."

It was impossible for him to let He Yijun go. For the sake of security, he used special means to transport the radio station. In fact, the radio station distributed by the Secret Service was still eating ashes in a corner of Jinling.

The communication with Jinling depends entirely on his mobile phone. If the Japanese can decipher the signal sent by the system, then why not fight World War II and directly dominate the Milky Way.

When Zuo Zhong was in trouble, at the Huamei Western Restaurant a few kilometers away from Jiren Pharmacy, Xu Enzeng combed his shiny back hair and snapped his fingers at the passing waiter.

"Witt~ Serve a bottle of red wine."

Opposite Director Xu, the well-dressed Ling Sanping whispered to a woman, who was amused by his words, and the restaurant was filled with a happy atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)