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Chapter 797: Frozen History

Rongcheng Road, Shanghai Public Concession.

It reaches Sucheng River in the north and Aiwenyi Road in the south, not too far from the Chinese and French Concessions. Most of the residents are prominent figures in the Chinese Concession and the middle class in the Concession, and the security is good.

Before the start of the Sino-Japanese War, this was the favorite place for those who pursued a high-quality life. After the war, housing prices rose every day, and the market was a bit more prosperous than it was in peacetime.

A few days ago, a new "Tongheng Restaurant" opened on this lively street. The owner is a "fake foreign devil" who came back from Europe. He usually likes to speak French that even the French can't understand, and he often attracts customers. make fun of.

However, this person is a kind-hearted person. As the war became more and more fierce, countless refugees flooded into the public concession, and the restaurant hired many people who did not have enough food and clothing.

In the early morning of August 1937, 8, before the refugees on the roadside woke up, the door panel of Tongheng Restaurant was removed, and a few young men came out with brooms to clean the ground.

One of the short young men bent over and seemed to be working, but his eyes were on the English-style villa across the road, especially the several bodyguards who were changing shifts at the door.

Not long after, another middle-aged woman came out of the gate with a vegetable basket on her shoulders. She just stopped and was pushed by two gangsters and walked towards the vegetable market.

All this is seen by young people.

Ten minutes later, the open space in front of the store was cleaned up, and the boys walked back to the store talking and laughing. The person who had just been secretly watching came to an office and knocked lightly on the door.

"Entrez (come in)."

A French sound came from the office. The young man looked left and right, opened the door and went in. He came to the desk and whispered to a person who put his feet on the desk and covered his face with a newspaper.

"I found out the shift time of the bodyguards, once at [-]:[-] in the morning, once at [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and once at [-]:[-] in the evening, four people at a time, no long guns, and no grenades on their bodies.

A few days ago, these people had taken pictures. The brothers who were transferred outside were checking their details to see if they could make a breakthrough from their family members. If necessary, they could kidnap or threaten them.

The number of people inside the villa cannot be determined for the time being. Our eyeliner has no chance to go outside the kitchen, and someone is watching when we go out today. Either the other party has discovered something, or the guard has been strengthened.

In short, the target's security measures are in place, and it is likely that professionals have been hired to design them, such as patrols and detectives. There are many people doing similar businesses in Shanghai, and this is probably the case. "

"kindness"

The newspaper was put down a little bit, revealing half of a head with full head of black hair, and then a calm male voice sounded: "You immediately send someone to follow the cook, and you must ensure her safety.

In addition, inform the brothers in Hongkou that they will act according to the plan and smash all the target stores for me. Be careful when you act, and don't be caught by the patrolling Japanese soldiers and patrols.

Remember to leave a slogan at the scene, I want to let everyone know that the target is cooperating with the Japanese, let them see that this is the end of being a traitor, just as a reminder to some people. "

"Yes, Captain."

The guy replied and turned to go out.

Seeing the door being slowly closed, the person behind the desk threw the newspaper aside, reached out to touch the top of his head under the dim light, and violently pulled his scalp off.

If a timid person sees this scene, they will be frightened out of their wits, thinking that they have encountered a ghost like Huapi, but then the ghost mutters in Chinese.

"Damn, this wig is too stuffy."

Gui Youguang looked at the wig in his hand with disgust, picked up a handkerchief and wiped the top of his head, and greeted the researchers in the General Affairs Office who designed camouflage products in his heart.

It's okay to wear this thing occasionally, but no one can stand wearing it every day. The glue is too irritating.

You can't wear it, the bald head is an obvious feature, and it must be camouflaged.

After drying his head, he leaned back on the chair and fell into deep thought. That old boy Ji Yunqing was as timid as a mouse, and he seldom went out. Even when he did, he hugged each other, as if he was afraid of being assassinated.

As a gang leader, this is normal. After decades of life in the rivers and lakes, there must be many enemies. The problem is that the level of vigilance of the other party is definitely not to guard against ordinary gangster vendettas.

There are twelve bodyguards on call all day at the door alone, and counting the guards in the house and the gangsters who accompanied the servants out, there are probably 30 to [-] people in total.

Gui Youguang felt that the deputy director's inference about the collusion between Ji Yunqing and Chang Yuqing might be true. Since the shooting of the Lugou Bridge, the North China District has sanctioned many traitors who committed crimes.

If the target did something wrong to the country or the nation in private, he would definitely worry about following in the footsteps of these people. In this way, there would be an explanation for the other party's hiring of so many bodyguards.

He looked at the light bulb above his head and thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up. Some time ago, they were just checking people. What if the other party didn't use people to transmit information.

Gui Youguang sat up straight and thought of something. A few years ago, the Secret Service Headquarters hid an underground party traitor in the Quanye meeting place in Jinling, and used the radio to communicate throughout the process to prevent leaks.

Although there was an internal problem in the end, which led to being blamed, but this method of secrecy itself is not a problem. Will there be such a connection between Ji Yunqing, the Japanese, and Chang Yuqing?

With the help of the Japanese intelligence agency, the radio station and telegraph operators were easy to solve, and in the public concession, the Japanese were not afraid of their own electronic investigation, so it was very possible to use the radio station for communication.

One is that the Japanese army is not far away, and they can provide support at any time if there is a problem.

The second is that there are many Japanese policemen and officials in the concession, and the other party has official protection.

The third is that they are not afraid of monitoring. They don't have a password book and can only stare blankly.

The deputy director asked them to change their minds and put themselves on the weak side. Yes, the spies and traitors can indeed mobilize more forces than them.

Gui Youguang squinted his eyes, and realized that the key to the problem was how to prove this guess. It was obviously not possible to go in openly, and it was easy to scare the snake by sneaking in secretly.

How about cutting off the power to check the battery like checking the spies, losing the advantage of fighting at home, and they are even more unable to do it. I am afraid that they will be surrounded by patrol houses and Japanese intelligence agencies as soon as they enter the door.

And even if it is proved that the radio station exists, how can they find Chang Yuqing through Ji Yunqing? These two old slickers have been able to get along from the bottom to where they are today, and they are by no means easy characters to deal with.

He knocked on the table with his eyes closed, and there was a thumping sound from time to time. After a long time, he didn't know what he thought of, and his fingers stopped in mid-air and slowly opened his eyes, with a smile on his face.

Time passes quickly,

Blink of an eye to the afternoon.

In his early years, he learned to be a silversmith, but later came to Shanghai due to failure in business. Ji Yunqing, who became a pivotal figure in Shanghai and Tin City, was sitting in the living room, enjoying afternoon tea leisurely.

Recently, he often told his apprentices and acquaintances that at his age, his status in the world and wealth are all fake, and it is true that he lives to be a hundred years old.

Therefore, he not only found a family doctor, but also imitated foreigners, eating less and more meals, and kept his mouth shut to keep in good health. As for whether these words were true or false, everyone laughed it off.

If you really don't care about wealth, is it because the other party plunders, kills, and sets fires to help refugees?

"Jingle bell~~"

Just as Ji Yunqing put a piece of pudding into his mouth, the phone covered with gold leaf rang, and the servant next to him picked up the receiver and listened for a few words, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly moved to the other party's ear.

"Master, three of our tobacco dens, one gambling house, and two technical institutes in Hongkou were smashed."

"boom!"

Ji Yunqing, who kept saying that he wanted to cultivate himself, was furious, threw the coffee table in front of him, and roared fiercely: "You are so courageous, you dare to smash my Ji's place, who did it?"

"I don't know, the opponents are all good players, and there are still guys in their hands. Before leaving, they left a lot of slogans."

"Slogan? What did it say?"

"This"

"Say it quickly, don't say that I stripped you alive!"

"Everyone who is a traitor can be punished."

The servant replied tremblingly, and quickly took two steps back after speaking, lowering his head.

Besides, when Ji Yunqing heard this sentence, he felt dizzy and slumped on the seat
, muttering in his mouth: "They found it, they found it, I knew it, I knew it..."

But after all, he is a well-known boss of the Cao Gang in Shanghai. He quickly realized that he got up and ran to the second floor to a room, and broke in without knocking on the door. road.

"Didn't you say that no one knows about our cooperation? Why did my venue get smashed, and the other party left a slogan saying that I am a traitor? It's foolproof.

Let the Special Marine Corps send someone to protect me. If it’s too late, it’s too late. People from the Secret Service are haunted. If I don’t survive, you don’t even want to leave here alive. "

The person threatened by Ji Yunqing was taken aback when he heard the words, then he snorted coldly and slammed his fist on the ulnar nerve of his elbow. Ji Yunqing's arm went numb, and he couldn't help letting go of the opponent.

Breaking free from the shackles, the man shook his collar and sneered: "Ji Jun, please pay attention to your attitude when you speak, I am a soldier of the Imperial Japanese Empire, not those lowly bastards under your command.

I came here to pretend to be a family doctor for the great cause of the empire and the locust, not as your servant. Please keep this in mind, otherwise don’t blame me for reporting all this.

Without the protection of the locust army, there will be no place for you in the whole of China, and your wealth and status will all be taken away by the three tycoons, so please calm down and let us talk calmly. "

After saying a few sullen words, he asked in an orderly tone: "You just said that your place was smashed, what is going on, explain it in detail, don't try to hide it.

And don’t add fuel to the picture, things in Shanghai and even the entire Republic of China can’t be hidden from us. Since the military command has said to protect your life and safety, it will definitely do it. Do you understand? "

Ji Yunqing, who has always only bullied and never been bullied, has never been so angry. He really wanted to ask someone to come in and shoot this bastard to death, but thinking about the Secret Service, he immediately became convinced.

He took a few breaths, suppressed his anger and answered the other party's question, especially emphasizing how much money these smokehouses, technical institutes and gambling houses can make every day, and he suffered a huge loss this time.

At this time, this guy is still dreaming of the Spring and Autumn Dream of asking the Japanese to pay compensation. He really wants money but not life.

"The Secret Service?"

After listening to his words, the Japanese soldier disguised as a family doctor was thoughtful and dared to make such a big commotion in Hongkou. This kind of arrogant behavior is indeed very similar to the Secret Service.

The opponent has been targeting the empire's intelligence agencies since its establishment, and has sabotaged the empire's plans many times. It would be a good thing if this opponent could be taken this opportunity to get rid of.

Realizing that the opportunity for meritorious service has come, this person stopped talking: "Ji Jun, I will report to the headquarters immediately and ask the Marine Corps to send personnel to protect you. We Japanese mean what we say."

Ji Yunqing felt relieved, and retreated with a flattering face, without any embarrassment at all, people are going to die, is there any use for face, only living can enjoy glory and wealth.

As soon as he went out, the Japanese soldier took out a booklet, paper and pen from his body, sat down at the table and quickly wrote the cipher text, completely oblivious to the on and off of the light bulb above his head.

Due to the war, the power grids in various places in the urban area have suffered considerable damage, and voltage instability is very normal. Residents of the concession are used to this situation these days.

Ready to send the report, the Japanese soldier carefully opened a green iron box, took out the radio and assembled it, and pressed the button, and the radio wave flew to the sky along the antenna.

In the alley not far from Ji's house, three masked men in different costumes quietly appeared. One stood at the entrance of the alley to watch the wind, one rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch, and the other stared at the electric meter on the wall.

"It's moving, someone is using high-power electrical appliances."

"Quick, we only have 30 seconds."

"Yes!"

After a brief conversation, the person staring at the electric meter stripped off the sheath of a wire, skillfully used tools to create a short circuit, and sparks burst out from the wire.

At the same time, the Japanese soldier who was sending the telegraph saw the voltage indicator needle on the telegraph sliding towards the red (anti-peace) area, and he yelled in his heart that he was not good, so he decisively stretched his right hand towards the power switch.

It was a pity that it was too late. With a bang, a puff of black smoke came out from the cooling vent behind the radio station, and the burnt smell filled the room. The lights and fans in the entire Ji Mansion stopped working.

This made Ji Yunqing, who was already a shadow of a bow and snake, jump up directly, took out his pistol and pointed it at the door nervously, as if someone would rush in from the outside in the next second.

"I'm the boss of the Cao Gang, you can't kill me!"

"I know Director Chen, and I know Director Xu."

He kept screaming in despair, aiming at the servants and bodyguards at the side from time to time, for fear that a Secret Service killer would jump out of these people and kill him.

It is said that the older the world is, the less courageous it is. With wealth and power beyond the reach of ordinary people, who would be willing to die? What they are afraid of is not death, but losing these things.

"That's enough, Mr. Ji, it's my treatment equipment that has a problem, it's not that someone is coming to kill you."

Just when the servants were terrified and suspected that their master had gone crazy, a dark-faced Japanese soldier appeared at the stairs and yelled at Ji Yunqing angrily.

But after all, he cautiously walked to the window and looked outside. The pedestrians and vehicles on the road were as usual without any abnormalities, and the bodyguards were patrolling the door as usual.

Considering that destroying electricity is a common method used by intelligence agencies, the Japanese soldiers thought for a while and asked the electrician of the Jifu to check the circuit to rule out the possibility of the Secret Service's scheming.

After a while, the electrician came back and said that the aging circuit caused a short circuit, and the power supply of several nearby households also had problems, so he was completely relieved.

At this moment, Ji Yunqing finally regained his composure, and sat slumped on the sofa, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, it seemed that he had just been terrified.

The Japanese soldier gave him a disdainful look, and said lightly: "I'm going to buy parts for medical equipment, and I'm going to meet some friends by the way, please relax, Mr. Ji."

"it is good."

Ji Yunqing didn't want to say anything more, so he simply replied a word and walked towards the bedroom with heavy steps, regretful in his heart, if he had known that the Japanese were so useless, he would never agree to cooperate.

If the other party can't bring the marines here this time, maybe he has to choose again. As long as he is willing to spend money, colluding with the Japanese invaders can also bear the burden of humiliation. A stern look flashed in his eyes.

On the other side, the Japanese soldier who was about to become a nominee came out of the Ji Mansion wearing a robe, looked around and pressed the brim of his hat, walked quickly into the bustling crowd, and started anti-stalking.

In the Tongheng Restaurant across the road, Gui Youguang was sitting behind the counter thinking casually, and the guy who watched Ji's house in the morning came over quietly and reported in a voice that only two people could hear.

"Leader, some brothers have followed."

"Be careful not to be discovered."

"Yes."

Zuo Zhong didn't know about Gui Youguang's sending people to destroy Ji Yunqing's shop, and even if he knew, he wouldn't mind. Now that the situation is changing rapidly, it is impossible for the latent personnel to report everything.

Besides, due to yesterday's thunderstorm, he has been busy repairing damaged electrical equipment since the morning, and he didn't have time to eat, so he didn't have time to care about what the big bald head was doing.

Thanks to the nine-year compulsory education, otherwise an electrical engineer wouldn't even be able to understand circuit diagrams, and wouldn't even be able to repair circuits, that idiot would know there was a problem.

After four o'clock in the afternoon.

The equipment room above the platform of Shanghai South Railway Station.

Zuo Zhong installed a motor casing and turned on the switch. He listened to the humming sound of the machine and showed a satisfied smile. It seems that even if he is not a spy, he can make a living as an engineer.
The accompanying train station staff gave a thumbs up when they saw this, and praised: "Mr. is very good at craftsmanship. We found a few masters, but we didn't wait for this old machine to be repaired. It's really hard for you today. Please come to the building Have a cup of tea."

"Hehe, it's okay, the old machine is really troublesome."

"Woooooo~~~"

Zuo Zhong was talking, when the siren sounded from far to near, it was obvious that the train was coming, and the crowd on the platform crowded around like eels, rushing forward, trying to get on the train earlier.

Due to the threat of war and the inability of the concession to accommodate all the refugees, hundreds of thousands of Shanghai citizens stayed around the railway station, hoping to take the train and leave here to stay away from the war.

But how many people can be taken away by several trains a day, quarrels and fights happen from time to time, it depends on luck who gets on the train first, Zuo Zhong looked down through the window and sighed.

The train entered the station slowly, and before it stopped, a black crowd rushed up.

In just one or two minutes, the inside and outside of the carriage were crowded with people, and some even climbed onto the roof.

Those who got on the train were full of joy, as if they were far away from death and suffering, and the train would send them to a happy country.

Those who didn't get on the bus were panicked, as if they had lost their souls, stretched their arms, and stood on tiptoe, trying to seize the last chance to get on the bus.

In the chaos, someone heard a buzzing sound, followed the sound and saw a few black spots appearing in the sky, and people looked at it dumbfounded, without any reaction.

The black dot swooped down, getting closer and closer to the ground, and everyone could see clearly that it was an airplane, with plaster flags drawn under the wings shining with silver light, and aerial bombs hung on the belly of the aircraft.

"Go! Run!"

Zuo Zhong above the platform had red eyes, shouted at the people with all his strength, stretched out his hand to the window and shook it desperately, regretting so much in his heart, why did he forget this.

Historically, in order to intimidate the national government, destroy the determination of the Chinese people to resist, and destroy the transportation network of the Guojun, the Japanese brazenly attacked civilian facilities.

It has been several years since he came to this era, and some memories in the back of his mind began to blur. He also saw planes and trains before he thought that a tragedy was about to happen.

Following Zuo Zhong's cry, the crowd immediately exploded and changed their targets one after another. Those who didn't get on the train ran to the open space to escape for their lives, and those who got on the train prayed for a quick departure.

The train driver's face was pale, and with the help of his assistant, he started the train in a hurry, wishing he could drive the heavy train away in the next second, and the white steam shot straight into the sky.

Seeing the movement on the ground, the six Japanese bombers flew lower, and the two at the front each dropped an aerial bomb, one landed at the locomotive and the other landed on the platform.

"Boom, boom,"

With two loud bangs, Zuo Zhong in the equipment room was knocked out by the shock wave before he could leave the window, fell heavily behind a large piece of equipment and fell into a coma.

Almost at the same time, deadly shards of glass and shrapnel struck at high speed, leaving deep marks on the surface of the machine made of cast iron.

The staff who also fell into a coma did not have such good luck. Their bodies were riddled with holes and they stopped breathing on the spot.

The situation on the platform was even more miserable. Countless people were blown to pieces, limbs and arms could be seen everywhere, and people who tripped and fled for their lives were even stumbled.

The bright red blood drenched the ground, and it was extremely muddy when stepped on. It was like a downpour just now, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

The surrounding houses were also blown up. The gray cement mixed with blood was shocking. The survivors ignored the dust on their bodies and continued to flee frantically, resulting in two loud bangs.

The Japanese bombers bombed back and forth in two attack formations in one wave. After dropping all the aerial bombs, they accelerated and flew away from Shanghai Railway Station.

When the gunpowder smoke cleared, what everyone saw was such a scene. The prefabricated slab on the top of the platform fell on the track, smashing the solid track into a twist.

The overhead iron bridge used for people's walking became fragmented during the bombing, and the remaining debris hung on it and swayed, and some parts with flames and black smoke fell from time to time.

The bewildered survivors climbed out of the collapsed ruins. They were grateful for their survival, but the blood dripping around them and the collapsed houses made them feel desperate.

Suddenly, there was a sharp cry from the railway track. A child who was only one year old looked around and cried loudly. His clothes were already in tatters.

Wars, ruins, death, disasters, children, this scene made a reporter who narrowly escaped his life press the shutter in a daze, and with a click, history was frozen.

　The picture has an easter egg, and it has been under review (-ι_-)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)