Heroes of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 547 The most chaotic day six
When Yamamoto Heisaku asked questions, Qian Xiaobao stood beside him holding a notebook and a pen and didn't say a word.

Twenty or so Japanese girls in kimonos and heavily painted faces looked up at him.

The youngest of these Japanese girls are only fourteen or fifteen years old, and the oldest are only in their early twenties.

Sure enough, weather-beaten women in their 40s and [-]s may look more at Heisaku Yamamoto, a person with a higher rank, and these ignorant Japanese girls who have to leave their hometown to sell their flesh and blood thousands of miles away for their livelihood naturally like to watch it It was a tall, good-looking young man like Qian Xiaobao.

These Japanese girls are divided into two types, one is drinking women, who drink with customers, and if the customers are satisfied, they can stay in the shop.

The other is the geisha who perform songs and dances for the guests. Of course, if the guests like it, they can also pay a lot of money to buy their bodies.

"Not long after your people arrived here, some of them chased down the direction of the carriage." The owner of the restaurant continued.

Yamamoto Heisaku looked at his watch. It was almost four o'clock, which meant that the Kwantung Army intelligence department sent people to chase after the person who kidnapped Maekawa Maeha escaped for two and a half hours.

I hope these gangsters can attract the attention of the police or plainclothes along the road to stop them, otherwise it will be difficult to catch up in terms of time.

It seemed that the owner of the restaurant knew that much, and Heisaku Yamamoto and Qian Xiaobao said goodbye and walked out.

Yamamoto Heisaku looked at the gate of the comfort station across the street and said: "Poor Maekawa, he must have been caught by the enemy. There are two comfort tickets every month, and he comes here on time on the first two Sundays of every month. The enemy He must have ambushed and waited here. As an intelligence officer, he did as few regular things as possible, and he was busy sending and receiving telegrams every day, so he forgot the discipline of the intelligence department."

"Why does he have to go to the comfort station? He can come here whenever he wants. There are hundreds of restaurants like this in Harbin." Qian Xiaobao said puzzled.

Yamamoto Heisaku looked at Qian Xiaobao, a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"You've never patronized a restaurant, have you?" Yamamoto Heisaku asked.

"No," Qian Xiaobao replied truthfully.

"Nakasa Maekawa's [-] yen a month seems a lot. But now the price has doubled, and he wants to send most of the income to his family in Japan. I heard that people in Japan are living more and more. It’s too bad, I can’t live without his money. Such a restaurant costs tens of yen for a visit, and he can’t afford it. Poor Maekawa!” Yamamoto Heisaku explained.

All the people who investigated on the street came back, but found nothing useful.

With the help of the police and gendarmes, a large-scale search was launched throughout Harbin. All hotels, car shops, etc. where they can stay must be checked for any suspicious people who have stayed in the past few days.

Since Qian Xiaobao came on a motorcycle, he was sent to chase after the operatives of the intelligence department who were chasing the bandits.

Qian Xiaobao had been chasing him for more than ten miles and out of the urban area before he saw two Kwantung Army intelligence officers on the side of the road.

A carriage was in the field beside the road, and the horses pulling it were gnawing the grass.

There are dozens of watermelons and a pile of grass on the carriage.

"Just a few of you? Where did the others go?" Qian Xiaobao asked.

"They continued to chase the bandits, leaving the two of us to watch the carriage and wait for the person in charge of intelligence from the Ministry of Intelligence to inspect it." An operator replied.

Qian Xiaobao got off the motorcycle and circled the carriage.

There was no trace of blood on the carriage, and nothing was left except watermelon and grass.

Throwing the carriage here, those people must have prepared other means of transportation in advance, otherwise there is no way to take a big living person away.

Qian Xiaobao said hello to the two operatives, got on his motorcycle and continued to chase.After chasing to the edge of the Songhua River, I saw seven or eight operatives from the intelligence department and a young man in a green jacket standing there.

Lieutenant Kuroda of the intelligence team was the leader of the operatives, and he was very happy to see Qian Xiaobao coming on a motorcycle.

"Go back and report to Chief Ono Dakuan immediately. The gangsters have fled to the other side by boat. This was discovered by plainclothes officers from Fujiadian Police Station an hour ago." Kuroda pointed to the person wearing a blue jacket next to him.

"The troops from the Fourth Military Region are stationed on the other side of the Songhua River, and the chief of the Liutian Department gave them an order to conduct a large-scale search on the other side of the river." Kuroda continued.

Qian Xiaoyi didn't leave immediately but asked the plainclothes: "How many people did you see?"

"Seven people, no, eight people! Seven people carried one person on the door panel." The plainclothes replied.

"They were all wearing straw hats and white sweaters, and they were too far away to see their faces clearly," the plainclothes continued.

Only then did Qian Xiaobao turn around and get on the motorcycle and drive towards the city.At the beginning he drove fast, but in the middle he stopped and pretended that the motorcycle broke down, stabbing twice here and twice there.After dawdling for more than ten minutes, I got on the motorcycle and rushed back.

It is always good to be able to fight for a period of time, 1 minute of time may determine the success or failure of the task.

Qian Xiaobao rushed back to the Intelligence Department of the Kwantung Army to report to Ono Dakuan who had already returned.

Ono Dakuan immediately grabbed the phone and called the headquarters of the Fourth Military Command of Manchukuo, ordering more than 2000 people from the teaching brigade stationed on the south bank of the Songhua River to conduct a large-scale search immediately.

It was already dark when Qian Xiaobao returned home, and he was covered in dust and sweat after riding a motorcycle all afternoon.

But Xiao Linxun still smelled the smell of rouge and gouache from him.

"Didn't you hear the explosion at the Red Cross Hospital at noon? In fact, there was a shooting incident at the Yanbin Building today, but the most tiring thing is that our intelligence department also had an accident. I investigated for a long time in the restaurant on Willow Street In time, I rode a motorcycle to the edge of the Songhua River again. This day is really exhausting." Qian Xiaobao said sincerely.

This is the truth, he is really tired this day.

Xiao Linxun did not continue to ask about the rouge smell on his body, but asked a question that she was more concerned about now: "Where is the cotton mat for the dog at home?"

When Xiao Linxun asked the question, the two dogs at home were running around the room in a hurry.

"It's so hot in summer, two dead dogs are lying in my room, peeing and shitting on the cotton pad, I can't stand it! Besides, it attracts flies and mosquitoes. When I got angry this morning, I threw the cotton pad out. It's gone. Replace them with a new one, it smells really bad!" Qian Xiaobao complained.

Xiao Linxun looked at the angry Qian Xiaobao and didn't speak.

"I like to be clean, don't let me sleep with dogs!" Qian Xiaobao continued.

(End of this chapter)