spy cloud

Clearly, Zhang Tianhao and she may be on the same path, or they may not be.

But at least in dealing with the Japanese, Zhang Tianhao was on her side.

She still didn't quite believe it about amnesia, but couldn't find a reason to believe it.

Lying back in bed, her mind was racing, after all, she still didn't understand why Zhang Tianhao was so good to her.

As for compensation, she herself didn't believe that Zhang Tianhao would give her such a large compensation for her sake.

Some compensations cannot be measured in money.

Not only did they compensate her with two bottles of medicine, but they also gave her a medicinal liquid, which made many of her hidden ailments disappear.

This is an absolutely excellent medicine; even she had never seen anything like it before.

Zhang Tianhao, however, knows how to make this special medicinal liquid. The herbs that seem to cost one or two thousand silver dollars are actually something that money can't buy.

Although she couldn't determine exactly how many medicinal herbs Zhang Tianhao had used, the quantity was unlikely to have changed much.

The only difficult part is the order of the medicinal herbs, and even the amount of water added each time. These are all very particular, and if you make a mistake, all those herbs could be wasted.

However, even if she wanted to do it, it would be impossible, since she had no idea how many medicinal herbs there were, or even whether Zhang Tianhao had withheld a significant amount.

……

While Xiaotian was pondering Zhang Tianhao's situation, Zhang Tianhao sat calmly by the window, sipping tea and enjoying a rare moment of peace.

At the same time, he was also playing with a small red string bracelet in his hand, and the crescent-shaped jade ornament on it was clearly visible.

However, not everyone has his eyesight, and he simply couldn't see that there was someone sitting there.

She carefully placed the bracelet on the table, then went to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and finally went back to bed to rest.

He stopped caring about the situation outside, because he was really tired.

I'm so tired.

Tonight, he came to Song Wen's place without telling anyone, even before Song Wen returned.

Although he can lie here comfortably now, he knows that the situation may become increasingly complicated in the future.

"Perhaps tonight will be a quiet night, a night where I can sleep soundly!"

He closed his eyes, preparing to take a nap.

However, just as he closed his eyes, some new memories appeared in his mind.

This forced him to accept this part of the memory, as if countless memories were being directly crammed in, making him somewhat unaccustomed to it for a while.

But they quickly adapted.

After sorting through his memories, he sadly discovered that he still didn't know who he was, or even where he came from.

The only thing he gained was that his fragmented memories were so chaotic that he didn't even want to sort them out anymore.

Before long, he slowly lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became steady.

Force yourself to drift off to sleep and forget all your troubles.

……

Meanwhile, inside a safe house.

Song Wen sat there, looking at the middle-aged man in front of her, her expression also carrying a hint of bitterness.

"Station manager, is there really no other way?"

"I don't know. I don't know what the Japanese plan is either. However, it's at least much better than the original plan. But I don't know if the Japanese have poisoned the city yet."

"My biggest worry right now is that the Japanese might take this opportunity to poison the city's inhabitants. If that happens, the consequences will be quite severe." "What we need to do now is eliminate the source of the poisoning, especially the corpse!"

"It's no use. The body has already been sealed in a coffin and sent to the puppet army camp. We can't get in at all. And that damned coffin, whoever tries to open it will die."

"Not only that, but all the soldiers in the puppet army camp may be buried with this coffin at any time, since the coffin has no way to prevent the spread of the virus."

Old Wu also sighed, but his eyes were full of weariness.

"Should we send someone to destroy it in the puppet army camp?"

"It's too late. The only thing we can do is burn the coffin and the body together with lots of wood. There's really no other way."

"I also consulted biochemical experts in Chongqing. The best way right now is to burn it. The only other option is to avoid contact, as contact means death!"

The middle-aged man slammed his hand on the table, his face full of bitterness.

"The Japanese are truly hateful, worse than beasts! These people should have died long ago!"

"Yes, those damned Japanese are so cruel. They don't value human life at all; they're not even as good as grass. It's infuriating."

"There's no other way; the best thing to do now is to be extremely careful!"

Song Wen sat there, looking at the middle-aged man in front of her, her eyes showing a hint of seriousness.

After all, she had more experience in this area, and Wang Xiaotian (Zhang Tianhao) had also explained some issues related to virus transmission to her.

Although there are only four people having a meeting here, each of them is wearing a mask so that others cannot see their faces clearly, and their voices are more likely to be disguised.

But everyone knows that in Changfeng City, caution is always necessary.

Even when two people are enemies, they may not know that the other is their comrade.

"Station chief, what do you think would happen if we contacted the puppet troops and told them the official situation?"

"I don't know, but they probably won't believe us, after all, this is really terrible!"

"That's what they say, but I always have a feeling that the Japanese put the coffin in the puppet army camp to cultivate poison. After all, the body hasn't been properly disposed of yet, so the poison isn't very concentrated. Once it's fermented to a certain degree, the toxicity will be even more terrifying."

After thinking for a moment, Song Wen decided to recount what Zhang Tianhao had told her.

As she finished speaking, the other three people in the conference room fell silent, unable to utter a single word.

His comrades died, but now they are being used as poison by the Japanese. Although they are dead, the poison in their bodies is becoming more and more terrifying.

It could even cause the entire Changfeng County to fall.

This horrific behavior is truly baffling, or rather, unacceptable.

"Number 05, are you sure you're telling the truth?"

"I also heard about this virus from a friend. It's like the plague. When the Japanese created this virus, they collected it from Chinese people during experiments."

"This, this..."

Biochemical virus, that's a terrifying term.

None of the people present had ever been exposed to such a virus, so they were not very clear about how terrible and contagious it was. Now that Song Wen had said it, their hearts, which were already pounding, were practically leaping out of their chests.

"Isn't there any other solution?"

"I don't know, the biggest problem right now is to eliminate the source!"

"That's how it is. If the source isn't eliminated, everything else is just empty talk."

"We've already blown up their lab, so now we need to clean it up and give Changfeng a safe environment."

"That's true, but the problem is how to solve this root cause; ordinary methods really don't work." (End of Chapter)