He quickly stuffed a vermicelli into his mouth. Yuan Shu put the chopsticks on the bowl, wiped his mouth and said, "I'm fine, you guys eat first."

Seeing that he meant to stand up and move his hands and feet, the two bodyguards subconsciously stood up.

"No need...what should I do so carefully?" Yuan Shu said in a low voice, "This is Nanjing, not Shanghai, and I am not an important person..."

After he persuaded him, the two bodyguards sat down honestly again.

Yuan Shu pretended not to be careless, lit a cigarette, and walked slowly towards the door.

He originally wanted to make a round trip so that Fang Buwei could notice him and see his face clearly.

But as soon as he passed by Fang Buwei, a white dot flew towards him like lightning and touched his chest.

Yuan Shu subconsciously lowered his head: It was a ball of paper.

Seeing Fang Buwei again, he didn't even raise his head and gnawed on his own bones.

Is it necessary to guess this? Fang Buwei is obviously prepared for this...

Yuan Shu was shocked: How did he know that he would come here and how did he keep up?

There is no way to explain it with reason.

Yuan Shu took off the paper ball without hesitation, looked back from the corner of his eyes, and saw that the bodyguard and the driver were not paying much attention to him, so he quickly spread the note:

Don't run around, wait for me in the room at night...

Yuan Shu felt even more incredible: Fang Buwei knew where he lived?

Well, I just guessed here, but I didn’t use it. It would be better to ask him again when I saw him in the evening.

Thinking of this, Yuan Shu put the note on the cigarette butt and burned it into paper ashes.

...

After the bodyguard and the driver finished eating and after meeting the bill, they escorted Yuan Shu to leave.

Fang Buwei was not in a hurry at all, and ate slowly. When he left, there were no more or less, just ten o'clock...

...

Compared with Peking, Nanjing is much warmer, but also much wet.

But Fang Buwei has long been used to it.

People who crawl out of the sea of ​​blood are still afraid of a little dew and moisture?

The fog is very high, and the lights are translucent windows. Standing downstairs, it looks like a huge firefly, which can't penetrate much farther, which creates convenient conditions for Fang Buwei.

He counted the room numbers, determined Yuan Shu's location, and jumped up to the eaves of the first floor.

It's just the third floor, and it's effortless for him...

Yuan Shu sat on the chair, facing the window.

However, it was cloudy and he didn't dare to turn on the lights, so when Fang Buwei climbed onto the windowsill, he didn't notice it at all.

It was not until the window was forgotten and someone gently pushed it, that he realized that Fang Buwei was coming...

Although he had already said hello in advance and knew that it was Fang Buwei, Yuan Shu still felt a moment of inconspicuous shock, as if something big would definitely happen tonight.

So, he kept holding a gun in his hand and still had insurance...

"Don't be so nervous!" Fang Buwei closed the window and whispered.

"I don't know why, I was frightened..." Yuan Shu muttered.

Fang Buwei was stunned.

The sixth sense is hard to explain. Even if he has lived for two lifetimes, he is not sure whether this thing really exists.

"Don't scare yourself!" Fang Buwei persuaded him and sat down opposite Yuan Shu.

"You killed Kawashima?" Yuan Shu asked as soon as Fang Buwei sat down.

"Yes!" Fang Buwei nodded.

Fang Buwei was not surprised that Yuan Shu could guess this.

After all, when we parted last time, Fang Buwei understood very clearly. He was going to kill someone and told Yuan Shu that as long as this person died, he would know who it was...

Yuan Shu was not surprised to hear Fang Buwei's affirmative reply. What surprised him was why Fang Buwei suddenly stared at Kawashima?

As for Yuan Shu, he knew that since the war started in full swing, although this woman was released back to China, she has been limited in her activities.

Without a high-level leader's judgment, she could only move around the north, not to go to the northeast, nor to Nanjing and Shanghai...

"He is eyeing me..." Fang Buwei sighed.

In fact, it was a coincidence.

He followed Hu Shan and found Kawashima. He thought that he would be idle and just kill him. But who would have thought that this woman was not in a bad mood and wanted to dig it out by herself?

Unfortunately, it was one step late, which made this woman half successful...

However, there is no need to explain it to Yuan Shu so carefully, otherwise I would have to find a way to explain to him how he knew that Hu Shan was brought back to Peking by the people from Chuanjima...

"What?" Yuan Shu was shocked, "You... were exposed?"

"Absolutely!" Fang Buwei pondered for a moment, and nodded, "Although the Japanese have no evidence or even the direction of the investigation, Iwai Hideichi, Kagesaki, and even Itagaki Seishiro all heard this sentence without error, 'Qixi's voice is Fang Buwei'..."

"What's the difference between this and complete exposure?" Yuan Shu's eyes were thrust out, "Your identity is already deprived..."

Who said no?

Fang Buwei nodded sadly.

Damn Kawashima, killing another thousand times is not worthy of mercy...

Finally exposed!

Yuan Shu felt that his mentality was very strange now.

Although shocked, there were not many regrets, and more, it was just a blessing...

What are you glad to be happy about?

Fang Buwei finally didn't have to dance on the tip of the knife?

No, not exactly this.

Isn’t what he is doing now dancing on the tip of a knife?

However, in comparison, the safety is not much better.

It should be that Fang Buwei finally didn't have to die again...

It is no exaggeration to use the metaphor of "sending death directly" as a metaphor.

Okay, your identity has been completely exposed, so Fang Buwei should have calmed down, right?

It's even more a pity.

Anyway, if Fang Buwei did not return to Chongqing as Ma Chunfeng’s request, his identity would have been stabbed to the Japanese by the Military Control Commission...

But Yuan Shu was very surprised, how did Kawashima know?

"It was Hu Shan, who accidentally talked to himself, and his adopted son Hu Shan heard a sentence... And this Hu Shan was collected by Kawashima a few months ago and became a traitor..."

"It's over, my identity is exposed?" Yuan Shu seemed to be a pity, but in fact he said with a secret joy, "What should I do? Go back to Yan'an?"

Fang Buwei shook his head: "Isn't the time yet?"

Yuan Shu had a bad premonition of the Jingsi and asked vigilantly: "What do you want to do?"

"Hmm..." Fang Buwei's voice was delayed for a long time, "Is there any way to take me to see Kagesaki, Iwai Hideichi, or Itagaki Seiyashi..."

"Impossible!" Yuan Shu shook his head like a rattle.

Don’t say that he has no choice, even if he has a solution, he won’t do it.

Could it be that Fang Buwei met such a person to chat with them?

"I'm blaming me for not explaining it clearly!" Fang Buwei thought it was too difficult, so Yuan Shu refused so quickly.

"Just just take a look, even if it is across the road, just take a look from a distance..."

He wanted to judge the Japanese's suspicion about him by monitoring these people and how determined Iwai's Hideichi was to investigate him.

If it can be remedy, it is natural to remedy it. After all, there are more than three years left before the victory of the Anti-Japanese War.

If you really can't remedy, you can also eavesdrop on information from these Japanese leaders...

"Don't think about it, you can't see it!" Yuan Shu sighed, "These characters never appear in front of the people, and you can't get in the place where they appear, even if I help..."

So strong security?

Fang Buwei was about to express his suspicion, but suddenly thought of Kawashima.

Isn't this the case with Kawashima?

How many days did I follow him before I used the eavesdropper and tracker?

Compared with Kawashima, these three ranks are one step higher, so the measures for the safety are naturally more stringent.

Did you give up like this?

No, this is not your own style.
To be continued...