Chapter 861 Bai Shouyu in the next life

Tang Hao was dragged away by the crowd. Screams arose one after another, and people ran in all directions.

 As he ran, he turned his head resolutely to look.

 He heard the words shouted from Zhao Yi's mouth.

 He saw the man raise the short gun in his hand and pull the trigger resolutely.

 He saw Zhao Yi fall suddenly.

The Japanese officer held up the southern pistol, and the soldier came to the fallen Zhao Yi with rifles and bayonets flashing cold light.

They surrounded the body of the man who committed suicide and looked at it blankly. Then they became angry. Some soldiers lowered their bayonets and stabbed the body. Then they were stopped by the officer from continuing.

 Zhao Yi is not a true pro-Japanese element.

 He is from Chongqing!

 He is anti-Japanese!

 He died fighting against Japan!

Tang Hao's mind was filled with this information, or in other words, he was agitated by the news that shocked him, and it was difficult to digest it for a while.

At the far end, Xiu Yuman’s eyes were filled with shock, and she stared at this scene blankly.

 An anti-Japanese corpsman failed to assassinate Wang Chuanhai and resolutely committed suicide to die for his country!

Xiu Yuman took a deep breath. She concealed her inner sadness. She turned her head to see the reactions of the people around her.

 Some people were frightened and started fighting.

 These are pro-Japanese elements.

 Some people’s eyes flashed with complex lights, including fear, shock, thinking, and - admiration!

 “Look!”

"what is that?"

 Someone exclaimed, pointing in the air.

 Everyone looked up and saw sheets of paper falling like snowflakes in the sky.

Xiu Yuman clenched her fists. She knew that the comrades had seized the opportunity of the chaos and successfully scattered the leaflets without anyone noticing.

 A leaflet fell at Xiu Yuman's feet. She bent down to pick it up out of curiosity and looked at it:

 Down with the traitors and reclaim the sea!

Forty million Chinese people angrily denounced Wang as a traitor!

“Yuman, it’s best not to read this.” Cheng Haitao came over at some point and took the leaflet from Xiu Yuman’s hand.

"Mr. Wang will be very angry if he sees this." Xiu Yuman turned his eyebrows and turned to look in the direction where the ship was docked.

“This is the purpose of the Chongqing elements! They are here to cause trouble on purpose!” Cheng Haitao said in a deep voice.

 “Is it Chongqing?” Xiu Yuman asked doubtfully.

"Assassination in public! Even using dead soldiers, this is exactly the style of Chongqing." Cheng Haitao said.

Xiu Yuman immediately understood that Cheng Haitao had confused the assassination of Zhao Yi with the matter of spreading leaflets.

 She thought about herself and felt that she should not have asked "It's Chongqing" just now, so she immediately made up for it and acted like she was not interested in these killings and had lingering fears.

"It's so scary." Xiu Yuman patted his chest, "Living people are just like that..."

Then he caught a glimpse of Cheng Haitao's malicious gaze, his face turned cold, he snorted and turned around to leave.

Cheng Haitao looked at the back of Xiu Yuman who left angrily and chuckled. He turned his head and looked around. He saw someone picking up the flyers and reading them. Some even stuffed them into their arms. He couldn't help but sneered.

I'm afraid this is the reason why the Chongqing side still sent dead soldiers to act even though they knew it was impossible to harm Mr. Wang.

 Shanghai was a Japanese-occupied area.

 The sound of gunshots and death tell people in the Japanese-occupied areas that Chongqing is still resisting.

At this time, Cheng Haitao caught a glimpse of movement on the other side of the ship. Someone got off the ship and hurried over. They were alerted by the gunfire.

 …

Jingle Bell.

 Office of the Deputy Chief Inspector of the Central Patrol Room.

 “I’m Cheng Qianfan.” Cheng Qianfan picked up the phone.

"Is this happening?" He frowned, "Okay, I understand."

The phone call was made by his subordinate in the Liaison Office of the Political Department, who informed him of the news that Chongqing elements attempted to assassinate Wang Kehai at the Qiujiang Wharf.

He originally planned to ask how the assassin was doing, but Cheng Qianfan was cautious and did not ask in the end.

 Putting down the phone, Cheng Qianfan picked up his police hat, put it on, and went directly to the investigation team office of the Political Department.

At this moment, who has the best information in the entire Central Patrol Room, it is naturally Pete.

When Wang Chuhai arrived in Shanghai, it was naturally impossible not to pay attention to the French Concession.

 Among the reporters and distinguished guests at the dock, there must be people from the political office.

When Cheng Qianfan came in, Peter was talking to someone on the phone. He glanced at his friend and motioned for him to sit wherever he wanted.

Cheng Qianfan did not sit down, but picked up the open bottle of red wine on Peter's table, took off the cork with a pop, took another wine glass, and poured himself a glass of wine.

 “This is my best wine collection.” Pete hung up the phone and screamed strangely.

"I just received a call. Someone at Qiujiang Wharf intends to assassinate Wang Kehai. My people don't know the specific situation. Please tell me." Cheng Qianfan ignored Peter's complaint. He took a sip of wine and showed interest.

"That's true." Pitt nodded, "The Chongqing elements wanted to sneak in and assassinate Mr. Wang. After being stopped by the Japanese military police, the man killed a soldier and then committed suicide."

 After confirming the news of Zhao Yi's martyrdom from Peter's mouth, Cheng Qianfan's heart skipped a beat, and a huge sadness hit him.

Even though I had been mentally prepared for it, when this moment really came, the sadness was still heart-wrenching.

"What are they going to do?" Cheng Qianfan exclaimed, "Knowing that it is impossible to get close to Wang Kehai, let alone a successful assassination, they send people to die in vain."

 Then he saw Peter's expression become solemn.

 “What’s wrong?” Cheng Qianfan asked.

 “That assassin is a hero,” said Pete.

"Hero? Hey!" Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "He just died in vain."

"You don't understand." Peter shook his head with a serious expression. "It's impossible for the Chongqing side to know that this kind of assassination has no hope of success. However, they still have to take action, even if they directly lose an outstanding soldier."

Peter directly picked up Cheng Qianfan's wine glass, took a sip of red wine, and continued, "Shanghai is a Japanese-occupied area. They used the bleeding death of a soldier to tell the people in the Japanese-occupied area that they are still fighting. At the same time, they are also telling Wang Qianhai , most Chinese people will not approve of his behavior."

 Cheng Qianfan’s eyes flashed with a shocked expression.

 This was not an act, he was really shocked.

 He naturally knew what Peter said.

When Hao Zai came back to him last night, he asked him a question: Is it worth it for Zhao Yi to die in vain?

Cheng Qianfan’s answer is: As long as the gunshots are fired, Wang Qianhai hears the gunshots, and Shanghai citizens hear the gunshots, the mission is accomplished!

Hearing this, Hao Zai was silent for a while, then raised his head, with a hint of relief and light in his eyes.

 Cheng Qianfan asked him.

Hao Zai's answer was that now he knew that Brother Zhao Yi's death was worth it, and he felt much better.

"What's going on over there at Wang Reclamation?" Cheng Qianfan asked narrowly, "Were you frightened by the gunfire?"

 “It is said that he was quite scared.” Pete said with a smile.

“Huh?” Cheng Qianfan was surprised. He just asked casually.

“When the gunfire rang out, it was said that Mr. Wang was receiving guests. He was so frightened by the gunshot that he almost knelt on the ground. Later, he hurriedly sent someone to understand the situation.” Pete said with a wink.

Cheng Qianfan laughed, and Wang Qianhai was so frightened by the gunfire that he almost knelt down. This was naturally impossible to be true. The most likely thing was that the citizens made it up and spread it enthusiastically.

Don't underestimate this detailed information. What does it mean? It shows what people's will is, and it shows that the people of Shanghai do not welcome Wang Quanhai and this big traitor.

This is exactly the meaning of Zhao Yi’s heroic death!

 …

“Have you found out the identity of the assassin?” Umezu Sagami asked with a gloomy expression.

The person responsible for Wang reclamation's security work at Qiujiang Terminal is none other than Umezu Sagami.

“Report Major, this is the press pass found on the deceased.” the Japanese officer said.

“Zhao Yi, Dong-A Ilbo.” Umesumi Sagami took the blood-stained press card and looked at it carefully.

"Yes, Major, the Dong-A Ilbo is on the list of people allowed to enter," the Japanese officer said.

In order to protect the safety of Wang Reclamation, Japan set up two checkpoints at Qiujiang Wharf.

The first checkpoint prohibits the entry of idlers. Only journalists from newspapers that are allowed to enter, such as Zhao Yi, can enter.

Sagami Umezuzumi nodded, and he already had a preliminary outline in his mind.

 In order to quickly let people in, the first checkpoint only checked the press ID and did not search the person. This is why this person was able to pass the checkpoint smoothly.

 The second level requires a body search. It is precisely because of this that the assassin cannot hide the weapons he carries and can only attack the imperial soldiers violently.

“Check the authenticity of this press card.” Umezu Sagami said.

"Major, we have captured Zhao Yi's accomplice." the Japanese officer said, waving his hand.

 …

"Taijun, I'm unjust." Tang Hao, who was escorted by Japanese soldiers, hurriedly complained, "I'm really not Zhao Yi's ally, I'm just his boss, ah no, no, what I said is, I am him My boss at the newspaper office, I am..."

Sagami Umezu stared at the man who was anxious and didn't know what to say. He directly took out his gun, turned off the safety and pointed it at the man, "Shut up, if you shout again, I will shoot!"

Tang Hao, who was still shouting, was like a duck stuck in the neck, holding back what he wanted to say, his eyes frightened.

“I ask, you answer, do you understand?” Umezu Sagami asked.

 “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Tang Hao nodded fiercely.

 “Your identity, your relationship with the assassin.”

“I, Tang Hao, am the deputy editor-in-chief of the East Asia Daily, and Zhao Yi is a reporter at the newspaper.”

 “Is that man really called Zhao Yi?” Umezu Sagami asked, pointing to Zhao Yi’s body.

 “Yes, Zhao Yi, that’s right.”

 “How long has Zhao Yi been working at the Dong-A Ilbo?” Umezu Sagami asked.

 “It’s been almost two years.” Tang Hao said thoughtfully.

“One more question, where does Zhao Yi live?” Umezu Sagami asked in a deep voice.

 “I don’t know.” Tang Hao shook his head.

He knew what the Japanese were going to do. Although he was not sure whether Chongqing had arranged Zhao Yi's family, he did not hesitate at all and tried to delay as much time as possible.

 He has to do his part well.

 “You don’t know?” Sanami Umezu stared into Tang Hao’s eyes with a sinister look.

“Mr. Officer, I really don’t dare to lie. I really don’t know.” Tang Hao was frightened and his legs were trembling. “I am the deputy editor and he is a reporter. He came to my house to give gifts. I...”

Seeing that Tang Hao was not careful about his words and even told about accepting money from his subordinates, Sagami Umezuzumi nodded slightly, somewhat believing it.

 “Take it down.” Umezu Sagami waved his hand.

"Taijun, Taijun, I am innocent. I love Japan. If you don't believe me, you can ask Mr. Akita. He knows me." Tang Hao wailed.

Sagami Umezu's face was gloomy, "Quickly find out where Zhao Yi lives and arrest the relevant people."

 “Hai.”

 …

 Mailan Wharf.

Tao Yunhong followed two strange men aboard an ocean-going ship of Swire Shipping.

 Her eyes were filled with panic and confusion.

 Not long after her husband left in the morning, these two men came to see him with a letter.

 She read the letter, which was written by her husband Zhao Yi himself.

Zhao Yi said in the letter that this letter was written last night in case of emergency.

On his way to the newspaper office in the morning, he made a decisive decision and asked these two friends to help **** her away.

"Yun Hong, my wife, the situation is a bit bad. You should leave first before I am noticed, so that I can escape. My husband has arranged everything. Both of them are my friends. My husband has told them everything. Follow their arrangements, remember, remember.”

About half an hour later, amidst the black smoke rising into the sky and the sound of whistles resounding in the sky, this huge ship set off from Shanghai to Hong Kong.

“Sir, where is my husband?” Tao Yunhong waited for a while, becoming increasingly worried, and asked again and again.

The two of them looked at each other and knew that they could no longer hide it. The most important thing was that the ship had set sail and they were out of danger. The most important thing at this time was to appease Mrs. Zhao's emotions to avoid any complications.

“Mrs. Zhao, we have a letter left for you by Mr. Zhao.” one of them said.

“Where is the letter?” Tao Yunhong asked eagerly.

"Mrs. Zhao, I can give you the letter. You have to promise us and stay calm."

"Where is the letter?" Tao Yunhong asked eagerly regardless.

"Mrs. Zhao, Mr. Zhao has asked us to tell you something." Another person said solemnly, "You are a healthy person. You should be calm when things happen, because he is very worried about you."

"Okay, I'll calm down." Tao Yunhong swallowed, her face turned pale, and she nodded vigorously.

The two members of the special situation team looked at each other. One of them opened the wooden box, took out the letter from the mezzanine, and handed it to Tao Yunhong respectfully with both hands.

 “Sister-in-law, here is the letter.”

Tao Yunhong didn't notice that the other party's title had changed. She snatched the letter and took a look at it. The envelope read:

 Yunhong Azuma (respectfully).

　　 is the character of Zhao Yi.

She shivered and pulled out the letter.

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 “Yunhong, my beloved wife:

 This is my last letter to you.

  I'm really sorry for hiding it from you for so long.

 Our National Revolutionary Army soldiers were ordered to lurk in Shanghai and have never betrayed the country and nation.

 Yes, I am an anti-Japanese soldier, not a traitor!

Yunhong Azuma, you are probably very happy to hear this news.

You will also be proud of me.

 I am also very proud, proud to have a good wife.

 My wife, let me tell you something. I am going to die today.

A man is born into troubled times, and his family and country are scattered, so he should not hesitate to take care of himself. Wrapping his body in horse leather is the duty of our soldiers.

　　Okay, Yunhong Azuma, I secretly tell you that my heart is not peaceful and I am afraid. I am not cowardly and living in secret, but I am worried about you and my children.

I only wish that if I die, my son (daughter) will not have to suffer death in the future. I hope you will be safe in the future.

This body has been promised to the country, and it is difficult to give it to the minister.

 Feeling deeply guilty.

 I died for my country, and I died well.

Thousands of words, but this page cannot describe how much I miss and care about you.

 Farewell to this.

Yun Hong, my wife, you are pregnant, so don’t be too sad because of my death...

 I feel guilty for my husband, I owe you too much.

 If we meet again in the next life, if we don’t give up, we will definitely be accompanied by Bai Prime Minister to atone for our sins!

 For husband, Zhao Yi.

 The final chapter, stop now!

 May 6, the twenty-eighth year of the Republic of China. "

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