Iwai Ei pondered for a moment, then sighed: "If you can't really have a rough range of the cup tomorrow night, just use the last plan..."

This plan was proposed by Akagi Kenji, who named it "Turn the Fish on the Hood".

As long as the wind is released and the suspect is closely monitored, whoever has abnormal movements will be the most suspicious.

What remains are naturally the source of poverty, and when necessary, they can also torture confessions.

The so-called suspects here are naturally those who surrender and can access the most confidential Chinese.

Ding Mocun, Li Shiqun, Wu Sibao, Yuan Shu...

Although there are not many people, each one is very important. If you suspect that you are wrong, you may be injured by mistake. You may also cook it into a pot of raw rice, which will make people think that the Japanese are killing donkeys, which will cause great losses to the Japanese.

For example, two or three years later, in order to appease most traitors, the Japanese would rather secretly poison Li Shiqun and Wu Sibao to death than dare to put them on a hat of "rebellion". This is the reason.

"I understand!" Akagi nodded, bowed again, and left Iwai Hideichi's room.

It was past three o'clock, so he had to hurry up and take a break. Maybe after dawn, he would face new challenges.

...

Fang Buwei turned off the eavesdropping device and breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything is still under my expectations.

He Jianying is still safe, and tomorrow's plan should be implemented smoothly.

And this precious time was all exchanged for Boss Hu's life...

Fang Buwei gritted his teeth slightly.

If you mess up, how can you be worthy of such a martyr?

He carried his backpack and wooden box, and left the safe house...

Four or five in the morning is the darkest time of the night and the most tiring time.

Although the police and the Japanese military police were still patrolling, their mental and responsive abilities were no longer as good as those in the first midnight.

Fang Buwei is still energetic.

More than half an hour later, he appeared downstairs of Xiangchun.

Xiangchun Tower was originally a Western-style building with brick and wood structure, but after She Aizhen took over, she spent a lot of money to redecorate it, and all of it was changed to a retro style.

There are corridors, pavilions, rockery, water pavilions... so there are not too many places to hide.

In addition, there are brothels, and there are no fucking things like wolf dogs, so it is not too difficult to sneak in.

There were a few rooms where the lights were still on, and the sound of laughter and drinking with stick-scissors was still loud.

Fang Buwei carried the box and climbed over the courtyard wall, then flipped through the kitchen window, and happened to escape the four bodyguards playing cards at the entrance of the building and sneaked to the back building.

Standing in the aisle, all kinds of noises followed one after another, Fang Buwei couldn't help but sighed secretly: The business was indeed booming.

But it also provided him with an opportunity.

When I reached the end of the aisle, there was an iron door with a thick chain tied to it and a large iron lock hung.

This is not a problem.

He took out a steel wire, put it into the keyhole and tamped it twice, and the iron lock opened in response.

Below the iron gate are two stairs and an iron gate, inside which is the basement.

The reason why Wu Sibao placed the opium trading center in Xiangchun Tower instead of the safer Seventh and Sixth, or Hongkou was just because the Japanese did not want to bear the "name of poisoning the Chinese"!

Corruption is like the National Government, and it is almost rotten to the core. Instead, it dares to sell drugs publicly. Instead, it shouts slogans of banning smoking every year, only dares to let the Fuxing Society, the Secret Service, or even use the name of a young gang member like Du Yuesheng to sell drugs. This is the reason.

If Japan wants to win people's hearts, it is naturally necessary to let the people know that Japan, which is determined to achieve the best of the people, is definitely better than the National Government and will never do anything that poisons the Chinese...

Most of the business was only after the negotiations were made here that Wu Sibao would go to the drug manufacturing factory set up by the Japanese in Hongkou River to pick up goods.

Therefore, in the basement of Xiangchun Building, as long as there are best-selling drugs on the market: opium, morphine, Hailuoyin, etc., there are some samples to facilitate the buyer to inspect the goods.

Because it was just some samples and it didn't cost much to add up, so no additional guards were sent.

Wu Sibao also thought that with his reputation in Shanghai, no one dared to make trouble on Tai Sui.

How could he have thought that someone had set his sights on this place?

Fang Buwei entered the basement, turned on the flashlight and looked carefully.

There are several rows of shelves, with packages of opium, foreign soil, Yunnan soil, Guizhou soil, Northeast soil... all kinds of colors are included.

There is also a safe containing morphine and heroin.

Fang Bubu removes the box and backpack, he tried to open a safe first.

This thing not only has a hidden lock, but also a mechanical password station. Fang Buyi tried it for more than ten minutes and did not find any rules.

The main reason is that there is not enough time.

If he gives the party less than half to an hour, he still hopes to open it.

Forget it, don't be stubborn.

Fang Buwei put away the lock-opening tool, opened his backpack, took out a few pieces of paper, hooked it on the copper wire, and hung it into the innermost side of the safe from the gap at the top of the safe.

If the person who opens the safe doesn't look carefully, he will basically not find that there are a few more sheets of paper in the safe.

Gently opened the shelves.

To prevent moisture, a whole piece of linoleum is placed on the ground in the basement, and the ground is paved with red bricks below.

This saves you nothing to do, at least you don’t have to pry the concrete floor.

He moved the shelves, lifted the linoleum, pried up the red bricks, and began to dig out the sand and gravel below.

All the sand and gravel he took out were put into his backpack by Fang Buwei.

After digging out a large enough pit, he put the box in, then returned to its original state, and moved the shelves.

After the sand and gravel that fell on the ground was cleaned up, the basement was still intact and there was no trace of excess.

It doesn’t matter if the method is old-fashioned, it’s fine as long as it works.

What's more, this is the first step, and the next step is the key.

Fang Buwei stepped back out of the basement, clearing the traces he left while walking.

The bodyguards in the yard are still playing cards, the drinkers upstairs are still playing fists, and the prostitutes in the fan bill are still humming...

Fang Buwei looked out Xiangchun Tower and looked at his watch again.

It's almost five o'clock, so hurry up.

He avoided teams of police and military police, and after half an hour, he arrived at Madang Road.

Fang Buwei asked He Jianying to come here after dawn, not because it was close to where He Jianying was hiding, but because one of Wu Sibao's clients' home was here.

Wu Sibao has a wiretap weapon on his body, so Fang Buwei wants to find such a small thing, so it should not be too simple.

This man's surname is Ma, and he specializes in the business of rich people. He has been selling morphine in Shanghai for seven or eight years.
Chapter completed!