Listening to Lin Xian's answer, Yoshimoto Zhenyi's brows furrowed, he knew that Lin Xian's ability was insufficient, but he didn't dare to put another vice president up, and another one up, if he was assassinated again, then, their Kwantung Army, Manchukuo, would become a big joke.
"Hi" Lin should go down first, because the murderer's crime time was mostly in the early hours of the morning.
"Lin Jun, Your Excellency the Commander values you very much, and I hope that you can make a career, catch the murderer, and make a contribution to our Kwantung Army."
"Hi" Lin continued to respond.
He didn't dare to say this kind of thing.
No, he will soon be dead.
A traitor who does not do things for the Japanese is worthless.
The Japanese will not keep him.
"Go ahead."
Walking out of Yoshimoto Sadachi's office, Lin first wiped off his sweat, and was blown by the cold wind, making him even more confused.
I thought I could get through this time.
However, in just four or five days, there were cases almost every day.
Moreover, the places where each case occurred are far apart and irregular.
If you really want to say something in common, it is that the deceased are all Japanese, and most of the time of the crime is from midnight to early morning, as well as the murder weapon, a crossbow arrow.
He had seen this crossbow arrow several times, and at that time, the death method of Miyakura Kazuki was still imprinted in his mind.
He thought that if the enemy was alone, then running so far every night would be deficient the next day; But if the enemy is no longer alone, then how terrible it would be In the blink of an eye, the time has come to February.
China's Lunar New Year has also arrived.
In this month, there have been many cases in Xinjing, that is, Changchun.
The deceased were all Japanese expatriates or Japanese officials, and most of the murder weapons were just a crossbow arrow.
The police officers at the Capital Police Station have almost exhausted themselves this month.
There are cases almost every day, and the dead are all Japanese.
The murderer could not be found, the superiors were not happy, they patrolled night and night, and they found nothing.
Now, the whole of Shinkyo, the Japanese diaspora is panicking.
Because of this serial case, it has been going on for almost a month, and the murderer has still not been caught.
Umezu Mijiro looked at Yoshimoto Sadaichi and sighed slightly, "Yoshimoto-kun, I understand what you mean.
The Independent Division must have sent people to operate in Xinjing, but no one was caught, no trace could be found, or did we concentrate and relocate all the expatriates in one place."
Yoshimoto nodded, "Hey, if we move all the expatriates to one place, the enemy has two possible reactions.
One, they will stop; Two, they will continue to act.
If they stop there, the panic will fade over time; If they continue to act, then the expatriates are concentrated in a certain area at the moment, and the possibility of our protection is much greater. ” Umezu Mijiro frowned slightly, in fact, he didn't want to spend more time on these aspects, but as Yoshimoto Sadachi told him, if he didn't do this, the expatriates would probably soon lose confidence in their Kwantung Army, and even with it, it would make many soldiers lose confidence, "In that case, let's finish it as soon as possible." ” "Hi" Lian Ziwen looked at Zhou Weiguo and felt a little scary.
In a month or so, more than 20 cases occurred in Xinjing.
He knew that this was all done by Zhou Weiguo.
So much so that when he stood beside Zhou Weiguo recently, he seemed to be able to smell a faint smell of blood.
"It's almost the New Year, get ready for the New Year, don't keep running out" Lian Ziwen spoke, even if Zhou Weiguo killed the Japanese, such a frequency a day made him a little scared.
Zhou Weiguo looked out the window, it was snowing again, and nodded, "Okay, indeed, it's time to take a good rest." ” Lian Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief, "By the way, I have already placed the brothers I received before in a courtyard." ” "I'm sorry for you, Brother Ziwen."
Zhou Weiguo knew that Lian Ziwen was thinking about Shenma, a late bloomer, but in the end, he was a little more angry with the book business.
In the hands of Zhou Weiguo, he did not kill innocent people.
Moreover, the purpose he wanted to create has been achieved.
The Japanese began to be scared because word had come out that all the Japanese expatriates were going to be relocated.
In this way, it will be more difficult for Zhou Weiguo to act again, and the New Year is coming, so Zhou Weiguo thought about it, let's celebrate the New Year first.
After the New Year, I still need to do a lot of work.
I received Liu Yuan's news before, Nanzao Yunzi has sorted out the relevant passwords, and he will also go north after the beginning of spring.
As for the matter of the Joint Research Institute, Zhou Weiguo knew very well that it must have been done by the Japanese.
Fortunately, the researchers have nothing to do, so as long as they complete the machine or something, the research can be carried out immediately.
What he's done in the past month can be regarded as giving the Japanese some color back.
Liu Zhihui felt that he was about to get moldy.
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It's been almost a month since I stayed by Zhang Jinghui's side.
Oh, and two more Japanese.
He knew that Zhou Weiguo had done all the recent cases, and he couldn't think of anyone else except Zhou Weiguo.
Zhang Jinghui even asked him privately how many people in the independent division had arrived in Xinjing.
Liu Zhihui didn't answer, but just gave Zhang Jinghui a smile and let him experience it for himself.
Because, he also heard some other emotions from Zhang Jinghui's tone.
Fear and fear.
It is a good thing for a person to know fear, to know to be afraid.
Liu Zhihui will also feel that Zhang Jinghui will be better controlled. time, it's almost the New Year.
In his selfish heart, Liu Zhihui wanted to celebrate the New Year with Zhou Weiguo, but he knew that he had to keep an eye on Zhang Jinghui.
After the year, Zhang Jinghui's identity will also begin to come in handy.
Pu Yi may be the most miserable person among everyone.
He was wounded by Yoshimoto Sadachi, and before he could recover from his wounds, he was sent back to the so-called Imperial Palace, and since the death of the eunuch under him, the Japanese did not send anyone to serve him.
He needs to do everything himself.
Sometimes, you can't even eat the rice cooked.
Pu Yi knew very well that this was nothing more than a warning from the Japanese.
But the days like this, the more he passed, the more hopeful he felt.
Do it yourself, have plenty of food and clothing.
It gave him an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.
But only a few days later, there was an additional Japanese soldier by his side who seemed to be taller than other Japanese.
Pu Yi knew that he still had to be watched.
But on the first night, the Japanese soldier actually handed him a handkerchief with three words written on it "You," Pu Yi exclaimed in surprise The Japanese soldier made a shushing gesture to signal Pu Yi to calm down.
Pu Yi was ecstatic, the independent division actually sent someone to him, and he wanted to laugh as a Japanese, but he still held back, so his safety was guaranteed
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