wind in the dark night

Chapter 213 Good show
After one hour.

Room 7, Yimin Apartment.

Suya and her cousin are having dinner.

The radio was broadcasting the news: "According to the National News Agency, as of the 7th of this month, the German friendly forces have completely occupied the Kiev area. According to incomplete statistics, more than 60 Soviet troops have been captured, and there are also..."

The lights suddenly went out.

The broadcasting sound also stopped abruptly.

"Why is there a power outage again?"

Su Ya groped in the dark and found a flashlight from the drawer: "The power hasn't been out for a long time, go and have a look, maybe the fuse is blown."

"Eating a meal is not peaceful!"

While complaining, my cousin stood up, opened the door, and prepared to go to the corridor to check the power switch. Before he stepped over the threshold, he was kicked back by someone and his flashlight fell to the ground.

Two masked dark figures—Ning Zhiyuan and Qi Yue—rushed in.

Just as Su Ya was about to shout, Qi Yue deliberately said in a hoarse voice: "I warn you, if you dare to shout, I will stab you with a white knife and come out with a red knife!"

My cousin immediately said, "Don't shout, don't shout, just take whatever you want."

He thought the two men were burglars.

Su Ya was so frightened that she dared not move.

Ning Zhiyuan picked up the flashlight on the ground and shone it around the room - there was a half-eaten dinner on the table, Su Ya and her cousin in their pajamas, and two quilts made on the bed, indicating that the two had no scruples and had been living together for a long time.

"Hurry up and do it!"

Qi Yue said in a low voice.

According to the plan, he cut off the power fuse, tricked the door open, and beat Su Ya and her cousin up in the dark, just to vent his anger.

"You cooked?"

Ning Zhiyuan asked his cousin.

My cousin smiled and said, "I don't know how to cook. She does all the cooking."

This sentence hurt Ning Zhiyuan's heart. He and Su Ya had been married for many years, but Su Ya had never cooked a meal for him and just didn't know how to do it when asked.

"can you cook?"

Ning Zhiyuan stared at Su Ya under the flashlight.

Su Ya was stunned: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"That's not what you said before!"

Ning Zhiyuan was so angry that he didn't bother to disguise his voice. He threw the flashlight over and hit Su Ya right on the bridge of her nose.

Su Ya screamed and her nose started bleeding. She then heard it and pointed at Ning Zhiyuan: "You are, Ning Zhiyuan!"

"So what if it's me!"

Ning Zhiyuan simply stopped pretending and kicked his cousin who had just gotten up to the ground. Then he pounced on him and punched him like raindrops.

Qi Yue stopped him: "I'll do this!"

Qi Yue couldn't bring himself to harm Su Ya, so when they came, they had a clear division of labor: Qi Yue dealt with his cousin, and Ning Zhiyuan dealt with Su Ya.

Ning Zhiyuan turned around and slapped Su Ya, who rushed over to stop him.

Su Ya screamed, "You dare to hit me... Wait, I'm going to the police station to sue you! And you, Qi Yue, you can't run away either!"

Such a commotion alarmed the neighbors.

There was a hurried knock on the door, and an old man asked, "Miss Su, why is there so much noise at home? Is there something wrong?"

Su Ya cried out, "Uncle Wang, someone is committing a crime, help me call the police!"

Ning Zhiyuan slapped him again and sneered, "Call the police? Have you forgotten that I am the police! You pretentious bitch, I was so blind at the beginning, how could I like you!"

Su Ya squatted on the ground and burst into tears.

Nosebleed dripped onto the floor.

Uncle Wang outside the door was obviously a kind-hearted person. When he heard Su Ya crying, he shouted, "Miss Su, don't be afraid. I'll call someone for you!"

Then, Uncle Wang knocked on every door. Qi Yue hurriedly said, "Brother Yuan, hurry up and leave! If we attract reporters, it will be troublesome!"

Ning Zhiyuan also knew that there was a newspaper office nearby. If the common people were allowed to block the house and reporters came, things would become a big deal.

The two men left the house and quickly walked down the stairs. The white-haired Uncle Wang, along with five or six neighbors, each holding a rolling pin, shovel, mop and other "weapons", chased them out noisily.

"Brother Yuan, see, if we are blocked in the house, it will be really difficult to deal with it."

Qi Yue ran and laughed.

Ning Zhiyuan also smiled: "Fortunately you reacted quickly."

Qi Yue opened the car door: "Brother Yuan, let's go our separate ways. See you tomorrow!"

Before Ning Zhiyuan could speak, a brick flew over and hit the hood with a bang. He was startled and hurried to get into the car.

The headlights came on and the car sped away.

……

Drive for a while.

Qi Yue glanced at his watch. It was 7:40 in the evening. Thinking of the "good show" that Park Young-jae mentioned, he couldn't help but become curious. He turned the steering wheel sharply and the car drove towards the Security Bureau.

……

8:05 p.m.

Arrived near the Security Bureau.

Qi Yue noticed that the guards at the gate were originally policemen, but now they were replaced by Japanese soldiers, and there were also Japanese soldiers armed with live ammunition patrolling in the yard.

——When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong!

Qi Yue parked his car in the alley and walked towards the corner gate. He wanted to find out what tricks the Security Bureau was playing tonight.

There was no sentry at the corner gate, but it was locked. Faint sounds of conversation could be heard from behind the building. Qi Yue slowly approached, hoping to hear what was being said inside.

There is an iron fence in the front yard of the Security Bureau, and because there is a detention house in the backyard, it cannot be viewed by outsiders, so a wall was built and an electric wire fence was pulled on the top of the wall.

The closer Qi got to the sound, the greater his chances of hearing the conversation.

Suddenly, a Japanese soldier appeared from the top of the wall, holding a Type 38 rifle in his hand, and shouted in stiff Chinese: "Work!"

Qi Yue pulled down the brim of his hat so that the other party could not see his face, and replied in Japanese: "On the way home."

Seeing that the visitor was his compatriot, the Japanese soldier did not question him too much. He waved his hand and said, "Go faster, don't stay here!"

"Yes."

Qi Yue walked quickly.

There was actually an ambush of secret sentries!
This is so unusual!

After walking for a while, Qi Yue coughed twice. If there were any secret sentries here, they would definitely come out to check. After waiting for a while, there was no movement.

There was a locust tree on the side of the road. He took a few steps back, stepped forward, twisted his waist, jumped up, and used his hands and feet to quickly climb up the branch. The locust tree was taller than the courtyard wall, and he could see what was going on in the yard.

There were lights on in front of the detention center. There were two chairs and a long table at the door. On the table there was a bottle of sake and two or three Japanese dishes.

Park Young-jae was chatting with his men.

Seeing that Park Young-jae was also present, Qi Yue wondered, could this be what he meant by a "good show"?
After a while, Captain Nomura and a man wearing police shoulder straps appeared in sight. Both of them held a sheathed saber in their hands and looked murderous.

"Captain Nomura, please!"

"Director Kitahara, please go first!"

Director Kitahara walked over to the table, poured a glass of wine, drank it all, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of sashimi and put it into his mouth.

Listening to their conversation, Qi Yue realized that this middle-aged man with the rank of police officer was Masao Kitahara, the director of the Binjiang Province Security Bureau.

The Security Bureau is different from the National Police Agency. All senior officials are Japanese, and most of the middle-level and lower officials are Han Chinese. For the Japanese authorities, the Security Bureau is the most reliable spy agency they have established in the police system of Manchukuo.

Kitahara Masao is of great origin. He was the commander of the Kitahara Regiment of the 6th Division of the Japanese Army. It was he who took the lead in attacking Nanjing from the Zhonghua Gate.

If the "Hundred-Man Killing Competition" incident had not been reported in the newspapers and caused an uproar in public opinion, he would not have been transferred to the Binjiang Security Bureau to serve as the director.

(End of this chapter)