spy cloud

The second floor of the hospital.

Zhang Tianhao stood alone on the second-floor rooftop, looking at the hospital compound illuminated by lights, his eyes filled with a sense of solemnity.

"Something's not right. The hospital seems to have more guards than yesterday, especially the Japanese military police. They used to patrol every five minutes, and they weren't this frequent!"

Looking at the military police here, there are at least three more shifts than before, and the intervals between patrols seem to be much shorter.

"What's going on here? Is there some kind of commotion happening in our hospital?"

Zhang Tianhao gently squatted down, then looked at the surrounding lights and glanced at Dean Miura's office on the second floor.

I looked at my watch; it was past midnight, almost 1 a.m.

Watching the patrol team leave, Zhang Tianhao flipped down from the rooftop and landed outside Dean Miura's window.

His hands pressed gently against the windowsill, gripping it firmly.

He carefully crouched on the windowsill, which was barely wide enough for one foot, took another deep breath, took out a thin wire from his pocket, and gently and carefully inserted it into the window.

When the thin wire was looped around the window latch, he carefully pulled it up a little.

He then saw that the window latch had been pulled open, and he carefully opened the window halfway.

Then, using the open window, he slipped inside.

After landing, he quickly closed the open window and saw a flashlight shining directly onto the window.

This gave them quite a fright, because at that moment, who knows what the Japanese soldiers were thinking, shining a flashlight through the window.

"This is……"

He carefully crouched down, then looked around. After the lights went out, he carefully drew the curtains.

Looking at the office with only one small window, Zhang Tianhao smiled and looked around again.

He took a small flashlight and began searching around the office.

The entire office, apart from the desk and a row of bookshelves, seemed to have nothing else; it was almost immediately apparent.

After inspecting the desk, I found that there was nothing special about it.

"Huh, a special pass!"

Looking at the special pass booklet, Zhang Tianhao's eyes almost lit up. After all, at this time, having a special pass would allow him to do many things.

Of course, after inspecting this special pass, he simply took out a camera and photographed it to make a copy.

I looked at the name written on it: Miura Jiro.

And the signatory was none other than Sanyo Taro, the Major Sanyo, the commander of the military police.

"No, how could there not be!"

He searched the entire office, even looking around, but still found nothing.

"Impossible, impossible, Miura must have hidden it there."

He took a deep breath and then began to think about the layout of the entire room.

"wrong!"

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he couldn't help but look at the bookshelf on the side again.

Arriving at the bookshelf, I carefully examined the items on it, even the various parts of the bookshelf itself.

Finally, he found a small button behind a row of books.

A wooden button; if you're not paying attention, you'd never guess there's a button here that's the same color as the bookshelf. You might not even find it if you're not looking carefully.

He gently pressed the button on top, and the bookshelf slowly moved to one side, revealing a small entry space, only one meter wide. Zhang Tianhao didn't hesitate and walked straight in.

Then I saw this space, which was about two meters wide, containing a radio, a desk, a cot, and a few other simple items.

"Wait, where's the safe? There should be a safe!"

Looking at the radio, lamp, and even the telegram sheets on the table.

But there was no codebook or important documents.

"Interesting. It seems there are still secrets hidden in this room."

He looked around, but since the space was even smaller, the only painting on the wall naturally caught his attention.

He approached the painting, carefully removed it, and placed it aside.

Then they saw a combination lock box behind the painting.

It doesn't look very big, and it's quite flat.

Upon seeing the combination lock, Zhang Tianhao cautiously tried to open it.

They took out the wire and even some small tools, and then carefully began trying to open the safe.

Half a minute later, Zhang Tianhao opened the safe and saw that it contained some important documents and even money.

Zhang Tianhao carefully took out the documents inside and examined them closely.

There were only three documents: the first was the "Longevity Plan," the second was the infiltration execution plan, and the third was the experimental plan.

He carefully opened the longevity plan, took out the documents, and then took out his camera and started taking pictures.

The longevity plan was only five pages long, which he finished filming quite quickly. Then he started filming the second document, the infiltration execution plan, which even included a list of trainees.

The third document was an experimental plan.

Looking at the plan above, Zhang Tianhao's face darkened once again, and his eyes even filled with boundless anger.

"Damn it, it's the Japanese devils' human experimentation again! Human experimentation again! Why don't you just die?!"

He cursed a few times, then took a picture to document it, thinking he might need it later, since it was very important.

He carefully restored the documents one by one and put them back in the safe before cleaning up his tracks and retreating outside.

Back in his office, he began cleaning up any remaining traces, then carefully drew back the curtains and looked around.

He calculated when the patrol would pass by, and then planned the execution time accordingly.

When the patrol passed by again, he quickly opened the window and climbed out.

At the same time, he closed the window and hung upside down on it.

Then, with a quick roll, he wiped away the footprints left on the windowsill with his other hand, and finally climbed onto the roof, to a spot where he had been standing.

I checked the time; it was almost 1:10.

"It's been over ten minutes already, it's so slow."

He sighed, then carefully crept up on the roof, looked around, and slid down from the water pipe behind the second-floor roof.

Taking advantage of a blind spot of the Japanese patrol, they quickly climbed over the wall and disappeared into the darkness.

When he returned to Song Wen's house again, ten minutes had passed.

He carefully climbed back to Song Wen's room on the second floor. He put away his night clothes and even his combat boots, changed into a simple set of pajamas, and then, holding Song Wen close again, slowly drifted off to sleep. (End of Chapter)