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Chapter 725 Walking Together (6000-word chapter)
stone town.

An ancient street with a long history in Tokyo's port area, which used to be a shore gathering area for fishermen, became a new residential area after the Great Kanto Earthquake.

Because it is close to the sea, with beautiful scenery and fresh air, there are many relatives of officials from foreign embassies and consulates in Japan, literati and artists living in it.

Holding a note, Zuo Zhong kept checking the house number on the street, and after walking for more than ten minutes, he finally found the home of the interview target at the corner of the street.

What he wants to meet today is the famous Japanese female poet and writer, and Akiko Yosano, a woman who has achieved remarkable results in a patriarchal society.

The other party's husband, fellow poet Xie Yekuan, passed away just a few months ago, and it is said that he left behind an excellent collection of unpublished poems.

Satoshi Ono sent him here to inquire about news for the purpose of interviewing, to see if he could sign an agency contract and eat human-blood steamed buns.

It doesn't matter what the Japanese think, the main thing is that Zuo Zhong wants to get in touch with famous people in Japan and collect relevant thoughts and public opinion trends.

At the same time, we should find out the political beliefs of these people, provide basic intelligence for wartime instigation and propaganda work, and make preparations ahead of time.

"Deng Deng."

Zuo Zhong knocked on the door, looked up at the two-story western-style building in front of him, and was a little surprised, he didn't expect to make so much money writing poems, and Xie Ye Akiko could live in such a luxurious house.

Gan, if I knew what I was doing as a spy, I might as well copy the novels of the Singularity gang, no, move them to the Republic of China, maybe I will get rich early.

While he was thinking wildly, a square-faced woman with a firm face and a hulking back opened the door, looked at Zuo Zhong and frowned and asked.

"Who are you looking for, sir?"

Although it was the first time we met, for some reason, the woman who opened the door felt that the little boy who knocked on the door was not a good person.

"Konichiwa, I'm Shigenobu Okamoto from the Tokyo Daily News. I made an appointment with Ms. Yosano Akiko for an interview. May I ask who you are?"

Zuo Zhong didn't care about the attitude of the other party, he still introduced himself politely, bent down and handed out the name badge uniformly printed by the newspaper with both hands.

"Is it the daily news?"

The square-faced woman frowned a little when she heard the words, and stood at the door with a helpless expression after inspecting the famous thorns: "Please come in, I am Yosano Akiko who was found by your husband.

Please forgive me for being rude just now. There are too many people coming to my door recently, which not only disturbs my writing, but also disturbs the children's study. "

She spoke beautifully, but she didn't have the slightest intention of moving, relying on her stout body to tightly block the door of her house.

"You are Ms. Yosano Akiko."

Zuo Zhong was really shocked. It turned out that the legendary female Wenqing looked like this. After being stunned for two seconds, she unceremoniously squeezed into the entrance and took off her leather shoes.

He naturally saw and heard the other party's evasion, but for an intelligence officer, such things as face are dispensable.

How much is face worth?

The task is the most important.

Yosano Akiko's face turned dark, how could there be such a rude person, she just said politely, how could this guy take it seriously.

However, considering her status as a reporter, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and lead Zuo Zhong to the living room, and the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa quickly got up to greet him.

This man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a square face and short hair, which looked very energetic. He had a latest German Leica camera hanging around his neck.

Yo, colleagues.

Which newspaper?
Zuo Zhong immediately realized that Yosano Akiko didn't want him in, not only because he was afraid of being disturbed, but also because he was afraid that he would see this person. It was interesting.

It's not easy for this female writer. She first released the news that her deceased husband had a work left behind, and then comfortably waited at home for the publisher to come to her door.

There were many guesses in his mind for a moment, and then he turned his head to look at Yosano Akiko who had been exposed for tricks, pretending to be curious.

"May I ask who this is?"

"This"

Usually quick-witted and Yosano Akiko stuttered and couldn't speak, his face was flushed with embarrassment, and he opened his mouth several times without saying a word.

The middle-aged man was still kind, bowed slightly and said, "Hi, I'm Ozaki, a reporter from Asahi Shimbun. I don't know which newspaper you are from."

He is not a fool either, Zuo Zhong's dress is similar to his, and looking at the reaction with Yosano Akiko, he immediately knows what's tricky.

It's just that as an old friend with Xie Yekuan, he can't watch the other's widow being bullied, and he has to stand up when it's time to stand up.

Ozaki?

Asahi Shimbun?

When Zuo Zhong heard the other party's words, his heart skipped a beat. The name sounded familiar, so it couldn't be the Ozaki in his memory.

If so, this person deserves attention. After all, there are not many underground party intelligence personnel who can sneak into the Japanese cabinet, let alone Sorge.

Unexpectedly, just after getting rid of the NKVD Torreta in Harbin, I met another important member of the legendary Red Russian spy team in Tokyo.

He thought a lot in his mind, and bowed solemnly on the surface: "So it's Ozaki-kun, I'm Shigenobu Okamoto from Tokyo Daily News, please take care of me.

It seems that you are also here to discuss with Ms. Yosano Akiko about the posthumous publication with Mr. Yosano. As a latecomer, I am willing to withdraw.

To use a phrase in China, it is called first come, first served, and vicious competition is likely to cause tension between our two newspapers, which is of no benefit. "

After saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave, ignoring Yosano Akiko who was dying of anger at the side. To deal with this kind of person, he had to be roasted on the fire.

"Bridge bean sack."

Ozaki didn't expect that the person who came was a reporter from the Tokyo Daily News, and his words were so sharp, he jumped in his heart and quickly reached out to stop him.

Then he smiled heartily: "Okamoto-kun, don't leave in a hurry, Mr. Xie Ye and I are old friends, and we are mainly here to visit my wife.

If your newspaper's bid is right, we, the Asahi Shimbun, are also willing to withdraw, just to let more citizens know the extraordinary talent of the deceased. "

This person is obviously a very sensible person, friendship is friendship, business is business, and he does not want to be entrusted or taken advantage of by others.

"Oh, no, no."

Zuo Zhong was not stupid, he waved his hands again and again: "How is this possible, Ozaki-kun, your sincere friendship with Mr. Xie Ye cannot be measured by money.

It is a good story that your friend has passed away, and you can help him fulfill his unfulfilled last wish. It may be passed on to the world.

In ancient China, there are allusions of Boya Ziqi and Gaoshui Liushui. The touching stories of the two are no less than theirs, which really makes Okamoto envious. "

He came here just to check the situation, and he wasn't really interested in what Xie Yekuan wrote, so there was no need to waste time on it.

Ozaki frowned: Little fox.

Zuo Zhong smiled: each other, each other.

The two of them are pushing each other here, and Yosano Akiko is in a hurry, so the poetry collection will be thrown into her own hands, she wants a pile of papers for nothing.

A smile appeared on her slightly rough face: "Mr. reporters, please sit down and talk slowly. I will pour you some of that man's green tea for you."

that,

It is a contemptuous name for China. After the Sino-Japanese War of [-]-[-], the Japanese who had long respected China as a superior country were greatly intoxicated after being shocked.

So many Japanese like to use this contemptuous title of the victor for the loser, and even the Japanese government calls China by this.

This made Ozaki, who had been in Shanghai for several years and liked Chinese culture very much, very dissatisfied. At the same time, he looked at the other party with puzzled eyes.

My friend Xie Yehiro is a pacifist. This woman also opposed the war during the Japan-Luo War and wrote a poem.

The title of the poem is "You Don't Want to Die". This anti-war poem sparked a wave of reflection in Japanese society at the time and caused considerable controversy.

For this reason, some right-wingers regarded her as a national traitor, believing that she had insulted the bloody sacrifice of tens of thousands of soldiers, and some even wanted to kill her.

He couldn't understand how a person's point of view could change so quickly, so he asked the question after sitting on the sofa.

"Hehe, Mr. Ozaki."

After listening to Yosano Akiko, he poured tea and said with a slight smile: "During the Japanese-Japanese War, my youngest brother was participating in the battle in Lushun.

My mother almost cried herself blind when she found out, and my father also stood in the yard without saying a word. As a sister, I must do something.

Fortunately, my brother was ordered to retire and successfully inherited the family property. The house where my husband and I lived was bought for us by him. "

She seems to have said nothing, and she seems to have said everything. The greatest effect of an anti-war poem is to let an executioner go home safely.

Zuo Zhong listened to the conversation between the two calmly, and kept sneering in his heart. She was opposed to the war, and she was opposed to the injury of her own relatives.

The other party is a standard refined egoist, her parents are uncomfortable, don't the parents of the dead who were massacred by the Japanese army not feel uncomfortable.

With a second thought, he sat down next to Ozaki, took out a pen and paper, and said, "Ms. Yosano, thank you for accepting the Tokyo Daily News interview.

Since the Mizhou Incident in Showa 6 (1931), too many soldiers of the empire died in the Republic of China, but there was no substantial gain.

For example, the biggest beneficiary of the establishment of the Mite Island Kingdom is the restoration of the Mite people, which is not beneficial to the ordinary people of the empire. Do you think it is correct to do so. "

Mite continent?

Ozaki's heart tightened. Could it be that this is another guy who is in favor of the annexation of Mizhou.

His top line, Sorge, said that intelligence personnel must have a firm stand, but also keep this stand deep in their hearts and not reveal it to anyone.

A firm stance can help him avoid the influence and temptation of the enemy, and a hidden stance can help him avoid the suspicion of the enemy and protect himself.

As a Japanese reporter himself, there are some things he can't say. What he should do is to keep calm and collect as much information as possible for the reference of his superiors.

Thinking of this, Ozaki turned his attention to Yosano Akiko, the other party's remarks just now were very extreme, and he didn't know how to answer this question.

"Two, please drink tea."

Yosano Akiko and Yosano Akiko handed the teacups to the two who got up to thank them, then sat down heavily on the sofa with their strong bodies and twisted, and said.

"In the seventh year of the Showa era, Major Idle was injured in a battle in Shanghai. He refused the preferential treatment and treatment from the army of the Republic of China, and bravely chose to commit suicide.

My husband was very moved when he heard about it, and wrote the song "Sorrowful King - A Poem for Shao Zuo's Suicide", and I also wrote "Death of a Beauty".

Neither of these two poems has been published. I would like to ask Ozaki-kun and Okamoto-kun for their help. I am willing to sell them at the lowest price. "

This female writer who was famous in Japan for her anti-war, revealed a secret unknown to outsiders, and expressed her own views with a smile.

"Although many unfortunate people of the Republic of China died in the war, who deceived the innocent people and made them an enemy of the kind Japan.

The national government insisted on going its own way and rejected the goodwill of the empire. His Majesty the Heavenly Locust made Mizhou read Li in order to protect those oppressed Mizhou people.

As subjects, even if we do not understand, we must obey completely, and we must reject and sweep away all erroneous ideas that incite class conflicts.

This is my view on the Mite Island Kingdom, and please wait a moment, I will take out those poems for the two reporters to appreciate slowly. "

"Yoxi, please."

Zuo Zhong replied with a smile all over his face, raised his hand and took a sip of water, a gleam flashed in his eyes hidden behind the teacup, but his expression returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

Hearing the words and deeds, Yosano Akiko bowed and walked towards the second floor. The sound of clogs rattling slowly faded away, and the room became extremely quiet.

Ozaki on the side just drank his tea with his head down and didn't say anything. From this point of view, he was far from a qualified intelligence officer.

This is normal. The Red Russian intelligence agency likes to recruit non-professional spies. These people have high enthusiasm for work but poor professional skills.

Zuo Zhong glanced at the other party from the corner of his eye, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then he checked the furnishings in the room, trying to see if he could find any valuable clues.

Exquisite western style cabinets.

Trendy appliances.

There are books everywhere.

Combined with the experience of Xie Ye and his wife studying in France, there seems to be nothing wrong here, but a metal disc on the pile of books caught his attention.

The Army Staff Headquarters took a souvenir. These eight characters were clearly chiseled and engraved on the plate. Why would a writer have contact with the Japanese army.

Zuo Chong heard the voice from upstairs, got up and walked to the pile of books, glanced around the metal disc, and saw a thin white paper.

The white paper is a specific report document of various state agencies on a specific issue. Does this have anything to do with the Japanese Army Staff Headquarters?

He glanced at Ozaki who was in a daze, and immediately turned around to block the other party's sight. He brushed the pile of books with his right hand naturally, and put the white paper into the space.

After finishing being the gentleman on the beam, Zuo Zhong slowly walked back to the sofa and sat down, raised his glass and sipped the tea, only the sound of two people drinking water was left in the room.

"Deng deng deng"

Not long after, she and Yosano Akiko walked down the stairs, holding a few notebooks in their hands, and apologized: "You two have been waiting for a long time, here it is."

"Sorry, Mrs. Xie Ye, can I borrow the toilet in your residence?" Zuo Zhong interrupted her with an embarrassing face, while covering his stomach.

"It's okay, turn right at the end."

Yosano Akiko casually pointed to the corridor. Other writers often came to visit at home, and borrowing the toilet was common, so she didn't think much about it.

"Arigado Kusaimas." After Zuo Zhong finished speaking, he hurried to the toilet, and when he got to the toilet, he quickly closed the door and put his ear on the door.

There were faint sounds of page turning and Ozaki's conversation outside, but there was no suspicious sound, so he immediately put on his gloves and took out the white paper.

"Pen Troops"

The three words on the cover made Zuo Zhong squint his eyes. He checked for signs, and then opened the first page to check the contents.

"In order to promote the imperial kingdom and the heavenly grace of the locust, all writers should implement national policy literature to eliminate the anti-war sentiment of the people and the resistance consciousness of the occupied territories.

Praise the imperial soldiers, create moving national heroes, detail the kingly paradise, and denigrate the government and army of the enemy. "

There is such a long paragraph at the beginning of the white paper, the focus is on "national policy literature", a term Zuo Zhong has never heard of in any intelligence before.

But combined with the following sentence, the evil intentions of the Japanese are clearly revealed. They are nothing more than tying their own people to the chariot of aggression, deceiving and blinding the people of the invaded country.

They tried to convince everyone that Japan is a peace-loving country and that the Japanese army is a good team to protect the people, thereby disarming the people in the occupied areas.

This is an important message, and this army of writers and pens is more harmful than an army of "guns" armed with live ammunition.

Because physical destruction is temporary, but ideological, spiritual, and cultural harm is long-lasting, and can truly destroy a country.

He continued to look down with a serious expression. The white paper listed several requirements for literary works and writers, which were very specific.

For example, the failure of the Japanese army must not be written, and the crimes committed by one's own side during the war must not be mentioned, and the description of the enemy must be full of hatred.

In addition, it is not allowed to show the overall situation of the battle, not to disclose the formation and names of the troops, and not to write about soldiers as ordinary people.

It is necessary to write officers and soldiers above the squad leader as calm and brave people, so as to inspire the spirit of the people, and it is not allowed to write about imperial women.

"MD."

Zuo Zhong cursed silently, he knew that the Japanese would successfully complete this plan in the future, and decades later, there would still be many Chinese clamoring for their aggression.

He took out his mobile phone and quickly took pictures of the key content. He must find a way to announce this matter to the outside world, and thoroughly expose the wolfish ambition of the Japanese for cultural aggression.

While Zuo Chong was taking pictures, Ozaki was also admiring the "masterpiece" of Yosano and his wife. Looking at these shameless and obsequious articles, this true peaceful person was very disappointed.

One of them reads: You are an ordinary soldier\You hold a blasting tube\You jump into the barbed wire\Your body is reduced to ashes.This is just a case of war\our rear people\in all walks of life\but they added their courage to it.

Ozaki really did not expect that the once staunch anti-war activists and Yosano and his wife would boast of an unjust war without a bottom line.

And actively acted as the political voice of the Japanese authorities, trying to beautify and praise the murderous and beast-like Japanese soldiers.

Is this the so-called imperial literati? Facing power and bayonets, he changed his original intention so easily and became the dog leg of the locust.

His head was a little dizzy, and even his colleague Zuo Zhong didn't notice when he came back. After calming down for a few minutes, he took his leave.

Yosano Akiko was a little confused, but she still politely sent Ozaki to the door, watching the lonely back of the other party walk away slowly.

Before she could return to the living room, Zuo Zhong also walked out of the living room. When passing by the pile of books, he reached out and returned the white paper to Zhao, and bowed with a smile.

"With Mrs. Yosano, Okamoto should be leaving. I have read the poems and they are very well written. I will try my best to recommend them to the newspaper. Please rest assured and see you later."

"Then thank you Okamoto-kun, goodbye."

Yosano Akiko bowed back with a smile on her face. The Tokyo Daily News is a big newspaper, and if they are willing to publish their works, they will definitely pay a high price.

Zuo Zhong looked at the other party's big face, sneered in his heart, walked out of Xie Ye's house with a few perfunctory words, and walked quickly into the busy street of Shiding.

He mixed in the crowd that wasn't too crowded, and walked around the surrounding market a few times slowly, cleaning behind him, and it turned out to be very clean.

After confirming his safety, he turned his feet and got into an alley, turned another corner and jumped, leaning on the wall to the next alleyway, and took off his coat again.

A few minutes later,

After making a disguise, Zuo Zhong touched the fake beard on his mouth, raised his head to identify the direction, and strode towards the neighborhood near Tokyo Bay.

As he walked, he found that compared to the location where the pharmacy was located, this place was more prosperous and chaotic, and ronin with swords could be seen everywhere.

After walking less than a mile, he witnessed several bloody fights, which were ignored by the Japanese police patrolling nearby.

He understood why Fu Ling put the meeting place in this place. Once the Japanese found out, the poor security would make it easier for them to escape.

Regardless of the commotion on both sides, Zuo Zhong gradually quickened his pace, and soon saw a shop selling western goods in the distance.

There was the address Fu Ling left in the hidden compartment of the bar's toilet. Facing the meeting place that was close at hand, he walked over there as if nothing had happened.

Fu Ling was very cautious, and it was impossible not to set up an observation point nearby. Instead of taking the risk of meeting, it was better to meet the spies in the observation point.

These people are all members of the old intelligence department, and they have carried out many secret missions with him. Through them, he can learn about the relevant situation as soon as possible.

It is not difficult to find an observation point. Unlike the pursuit of a stable joint location, the observation point must first satisfy concealment and good vision.

And the scale must not be too large, otherwise there will be duplication with the joint location, wasting precious activity funds and operational personnel.

Zuo Chong glanced at the small roadside stall selling ramen opposite the store, a young man in kimono with a white turban wrapped around his head, his hands kept busy.

"A bowl of ramen."

He walked up to the other party and said something, sat on the bench with his back to the road, took out a newspaper from his pocket and read it carefully.

Not long after, the stall owner delivered a steaming bowl of ramen. The strong aroma of the bone broth blew in the wind, making people swallow their saliva.

Zuo Zhong put a banknote on the table, picked up the noodles with his chopsticks, blew lightly twice, and sucked the noodles into his mouth with a huff.

The stall owner swept the banknotes into the drawer without even looking at them, not wanting a piece of the ocean to fall into it and collide with the Japanese copper plate with a crisp sound.

The muscles of this person's whole body tensed instantly, and his right hand touched the kitchen knife, but when he saw the appearance of the lover, his vigilant expression instantly turned into surprise.

　Released on a regular basis, took melatonin to sleep, adjusted the jet lag, and corrected the typo.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)