Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 259 Be smarter in your next life, don't be so reckless.
Seeing that Ryoma Uchida had agreed with the conclusion, Shuzo Shioko couldn't help but smile, and his narrowed eyes widened slightly: "Yoshi, thank you for your recognition, Uchida-kun. Your suggestion is very pertinent. I will also conduct a surprise inspection of the area under my jurisdiction."

"The blood of the soldiers of my great Japanese Empire cannot be shed in vain; they must pay for their crimes in blood!"

"Please sign this file, Mr. Uchida, so I can give you an explanation to your superiors."

Ryoma Uchida was right. If he continued to investigate, Shioko Shuzo wouldn't even need to lift a finger; someone would naturally send Ryoma Uchida down to keep Naoto Arakawa company!
If he offends someone, or if they find out something, he's sure that Ryoma Uchida won't live past tomorrow!

However, since Ryoma Uchida is so sensible, there's no need to make a big fuss about it.

Looking at the conclusion report that was pushed towards him, Ryoma Uchida signed his name without hesitation.

He had no choice but to sign; just thinking about the potential consequences sent chills down his spine!

That's it then. Anyway, it's Naoto Arakawa who's going to die, and he doesn't want to be buried with him!
He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Naoto Arakawa, you really have no sense of right from wrong!"

The logistics department is such a huge pie, with so many people sharing it, and the connections between them are incredibly extensive. Why did you have to be so reckless and head straight for it?
Be smarter in your next life, don't ruin your life again!
Seeing that Ryoma Uchida had signed the document, Shuzo Shioko's smile widened even more.

"Thank you for making the trip so late, Uchida-kun. It's so late, I really can't offer you any hospitality."

"Alright, let's rest here for today. After dawn, I'll treat you to some of Wanping's specialties. I guarantee you'll want to come back again and it will be a worthwhile trip!"

Could Ryoma Uchida refuse?

Do you dare to refuse?

Clearly, he doesn't dare!
Because he knew he had to stay tonight, otherwise, Shioko Shuzo, or rather certain other people, would never trust him.

He nodded in agreement, appearing flattered yet also pleased.

Upon entering the assigned room and lifting the thin blanket, he thought to himself, 'Sure enough,' a Citibank draft for three thousand dollars lay quietly on the bed.

After staring at it blankly for a couple of seconds, he suddenly sighed and silently put the promissory note with the number 3000 on it into his pocket.

Things have come to this point, he has no choice but to blend in with the light, or else he'll become just another speck of dust.
At the window of a house across the street, a Japanese soldier lowered his binoculars and whispered something to his comrade behind him.

Before long, the news reached Shioko Shuzo, who smiled slightly and said, "Well, there's an old Chinese saying that goes, 'Those who are good at sucking up are heroes.' Uchida-kun has made a wise choice."

"Somebody come!"

"Hai! Lieutenant Colonel, please give your orders!"

Shioko Shuzo handed over the conclusion document on the table, which was signed by Uchida Ryoma: "Mr. Uchida has just characterized the incident involving the transport team as a retaliatory action by the Red Party."

"This file is sealed in the safe in the archives room. No one is allowed to access or look through it without special permission!"

"Hayi!"

"Go."

"Hayi!"

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight fell upon the earth, many people in Beijing were already busy with their daily lives.

Cao Wei Da had just finished his roll call at the police station when he was summoned to Ono Oda's office.

When he saw Ono Oda's expression, he was immediately startled: "Ono-kun, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so pale?"

"Cao-san, you're here. Please sit down." Ono Oda forced a smile, his dark circles under his eyes particularly noticeable, and waved listlessly.

"Isn't it all because of those Imperial soldiers who disappeared without a trace? Last night, another squad of soldiers vanished inexplicably."

At this point, Ono Oda's pupils contracted slightly, a flash of panic appearing within them.

Ever since what happened the night before last, he has been in a state of panic. After returning home in the dark, he didn't even dare to turn off the lights and didn't sleep well all night.

I woke up this morning with dark circles already hanging around my eyes.

When he heard that another squad of soldiers had disappeared last night, his panic intensified.

As the saying goes, if you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear. But the thing is, he did it!

Although compared to the vast majority of Japanese devils, the atrocities he committed in China were very few, what's done is done!
Since he had done something wrong, how could he not be afraid?

Therefore, as soon as Cao Weida arrived at the police station, he immediately called Cao Weida over.

"What?! Another warrior of the Empire has gone missing?!" Cao Weida appeared extremely shocked, but secretly chuckled to himself. After achieving his KPI last night, he could have simply stayed put.

But then I thought about it again. There weren't many opportunities left to kill the Japanese devils. I might as well kill a few more. Anyway, I was just idling around, so I might as well go out for a stroll.

Then, he casually took down a squad of Japanese soldiers. Perhaps having heard the previous rumors, the squad was trembling with fear and suspiciously looking around, but in the end, they still couldn't escape Cao Weida's assassination.

He feigned hesitation and said, "Ono-kun, could this be man-made? Not some ghostly act, but someone playing tricks?"

"I hope so too!" Ono Oda said with a wry smile, scratching his head vigorously, full of frustration.

“I also went to the place where the soldiers disappeared last night. Not only me, but many experts in this field also went there.”

"However, after turning that area upside down, we couldn't find a single clue."

At this point, his eyes suddenly fixed intently on Cao Weida, and he said excitedly:

"A squad of twenty soldiers, fully armed, disappeared without firing a single shot!!"

"Is this something a human could do?!"

"I can't imagine anyone but a superhuman being who could do such a thing!"

this.
Cao Wei Da fell silent. You know what, you really have to admit, Ono Oda's analysis was actually quite accurate.

All I can say is that the combination of Divine Intervention, Soul Locking of the Azure Sea, and spatial abilities is simply too overpowered.

Its speed is comparable to that of a submachine gun, its accuracy is unparalleled, and it's completely silent!
After killing someone, you can stuff them into a spatial dimension without anyone noticing.

In addition, his top-notch criminal investigation skills allowed him to erase all traces before leaving, an ability that is in no way inferior to that of evil spirits.

Seeing that Cao Wei Da remained silent, Ono Oda automatically assumed that the other party agreed with his point of view. He scratched his head in distress, his eyes flashing with fear and apprehension.
"Lord Miyamoto said that this must be man-made, and that there are no evil spirits or unclean things in the world, but I don't believe it!"

"If this was truly man-made, then what's the difference between this person and an evil spirit?"

"Even more terrifying than evil spirits!"

"Anyway, I'm scared. Cao Sang, the supplies from last night have already been delivered. You'd better find a way to sell them quickly, and then use my share of the money to buy some cheap grain. I'll give you the approval slip!"

As he spoke, he handed over the pre-issued approval slip and certificate, which included a Citibank draft with a face value of 10000 silver dollars.
"Please buy it for me with this money too, thank you!"

Money can be earned anytime, but life is only given to you once.

Oda Ono just wants to do some good deeds as soon as possible, accumulate some merit for himself, and pray that the non-human or extraordinary being will not come looking for him!
He hasn't lived enough yet.
"..." Cao Weida was both amused and exasperated. It seemed that Ono Oda was truly terrified.

But this is for the best. After this commotion, any Japanese devils who still have some respect for the law should be able to restrain themselves. The common people have benefited and suffered less. That's good.

What Ono Oda didn't know was that his actions had actually brought him good karma. Because he was so sensible, Cao Wei wouldn't touch him until the complete victory of the War of Resistance against Japan.

"Alright, then I'll thank Ono-kun on behalf of the people of Beiping for his generosity. I think that even if there were ghosts, they wouldn't bother you after Ono-kun has done such a good deed."

"I hope so," Ono Oda prayed silently. "Please, please don't come after me!"
I apologize for the bad things I did before, and I will definitely atone for them.
I'm so tired of living!!!
Just as Cao Weida was about to leave, a phone call came in, startling Ono Oda, who was praying in his heart.

He quickly answered the phone and rattled off a few words.

After hanging up the phone, he called out to Cao Weida, "Cao-san, it seems I'll have to trouble you a little more."

"Ono-kun, please speak."

"Fujita-kun just called; they also want to do some good deeds."

Two hours later, Cao Weida returned to the police station and stared silently at the stack of Citibank drafts in his hand.

It contains 10,000 from Ono Oda, 5,000 from Fujita Sosuke, 3,000 from Kato Chizuru, 3,000 from Tabe I, and 10,000 from Matsui Koji.
Not only from the army, but also from the Meize Plain, there were 5,000 troops.
All in all, it amounted to a staggering 36,000 silver dollars!
It seems that the saying that the richer you are, the more afraid you are of death, and the richer and higher your status, the more you respect ghosts and gods, is not without merit.

After a short while, he suddenly burst out laughing.

"Little Ears!"

Squeak~
The office door opened, and Xiao Erduo walked in briskly: "Brother Cao."

"Hmm." Cao Weida handed over a piece of paper with an address written on it: "There is a batch of supplies here, including a batch of rice. Go and transport a quarter of the rice to your warehouse, and then take out another quarter and sell it on the black market."

"Okay." Rice was very expensive these days, often costing seven or eight silver dollars a pound, and even then, it was hard to find.

For those rich people, this amount of money is nothing; the important thing is that they can buy rice!
There are so many people who want to buy them, they're flocking to them, there's no worry about selling them at all!

"Also, find a few sports car owners with good character and reputation to gather together, and tell them that I have good news to tell them."

(End of this chapter)