When Fang Buwei passed by, Masao Konomi turned his head slightly and looked at him vigilantly.

This is just a subconscious action and has nothing to do with Fang Buwei's identity.

In the drizzling evening, there were almost no pedestrians in Confucius Temple, and most of the shops were closed. Everyone who appeared would make Konomi Masao alert.

It was not until Fang Buwei disappeared into the fog that Masao Konomi turned around and walked towards the car parked at the back door of Shishi.

Fang Buwei walked forward ten meters more, put away his umbrella, and entered a shop where he bought yellow paper incense and candles.

As the footsteps grew closer, the guard leader saw a figure gradually becoming clearer through the thick fog.

The blue-gray robe seemed to have patches on it, wide-mouthed old cloth shoes, and glasses were also placed on the bridge of the nose.

It looks a bit bookish, but looking at the clothes on her body, it feels a bit sad.

There are many people like Confucius Temple, either selling books, characters, paintings, or writing letters for others.

The guard leader didn't see that this person looked like a Japanese spy, but since Fang Buwei said he was, he must be.

Walking to the car, Masao Konomi stopped, took off his glasses, and wiped the water vapor on it.

The guard leader drew out his pistol, turned on the security, held it in his right hand, looked at Masao Kono, and looked around vigilantly.

The fog was too strong, and he couldn't see if there were still people hiding nearby.

After glanced at the guard leader in the car, Masao Konomi put on his glasses again, walked around the street corner, and walked towards the front door of Shishi.

Seeing that no one appeared around, the guard leader put away his pistol and stretched his hand back, "Where is the medicine!"

There was a doctor sitting in the back row, sleeping in a daze.

"It's time not long!" The doctor opened his eyes and looked at his watch.

"I'll send it to him in advance!" The guard leader returned.

The doctor turned around, took out a medicine box from the back of the seat, opened it and took out several white pills of different sizes, wrapped them in a piece of paper, and handed them to the guard leader.

The guard leader put it in his pocket and picked up a water cup next to the seat.

I'm afraid Lin Zi'an is so hungry?

The guard leader thought secretly.

After leaving, Lin Zi'an didn't dare to drink a sip of water outside, let alone eating.

It can be seen how important the prevention is!

The guard leader got out of the car with a water cup and quickly replaced two of the pills while the doctor was not paying attention.

As soon as he entered the back door, Masao Konomi also arrived at the front door.

Just a glance, the guard leader lowered his head and handed the small paper bag and water cup to Lin Zi'an.

"Sir, it's time to take medicine!" the guard leader reminded.

"It's not even seven o'clock yet?" Lin Zi'an looked at his watch.

"The doctor said that you have a lot of activity today and the drug effect is lost faster than usual..." The guard explained.

Lin Zian naturally understood this truth, and he did not doubt that he had taken the paper bag, took out the pills and swallowed them in one bite.

The water in the water cup was already cold, but Lin Zi'an was happy and had nothing left to drink.

Xing Mingde glanced at Lin Zian coldly.

Although he didn't know the reason, he could clearly notice that Lin Zi'an was always on guard against him.

The supplements and ingredients brought in the morning did not appear on the lunch table...

Masao Konomi put down his umbrella, shook the rainwater on it a few times, and the umbrella cover did not be closed, so he just covered Xing Mingsheng's paper umbrella.

The main master is here!

Xing Mingsheng looked at Masao Koumai, turned his head and looked at Lin Zi'an.

When Masao Konomi took off his hat and showed his face, Lin Zi'an's pupils shrank suddenly.

Although Masao Konomiya put on makeup, how could Lin Zi'an not recognize him?

This is his uncle.

I should have thought of it long ago.

The badges of Guard Zhonghe appeared, and what's strange about Guard Masao appeared in Nanjing?

Eight years ago, under the arrangement of Konoha Zhonghe, Konoha Masao was sent to the northeast to enter the intelligence department of the Investigation Department of the Manchurian Railway Company to engage in spies activities.

Four years ago, he graduated from the Japanese Military Investigation Department's Secret Service School and was sent to North Korea, and he met him once.

He didn't expect that the uncle and nephew met again and were in the capital of the enemy country?

Just a light glance, Masao Konomi moved his gaze away and sat on a table next to Lin Zi'an.

"Boss, please pack two sesame cakes!" Konomi Masao shouted to the kitchen.

There is a hint of Northeast accent, and you can't hear it if you don't listen carefully.

Xing Mingsheng's ears moved slightly.

Fang Buwei mentioned during their special training that the most basic thing for Japanese spies who dare to go to Nanjing to act is to be able to speak Chinese.

But not every Japanese spy is Chinese. It is impossible for everyone to be honest in Chinese and have more or less accents.

Fang Buwei told them that if you meet someone who speaks with a Northeast accent, you should pay more attention.

Because most Japanese spies learn Chinese from Northeast China...

When Xing Mingsheng thought of Fang Buwei, he felt a little stuffy in his chest.

How did you get to where you are today step by step?

"The sesame cakes have been sold out long ago. There is duck blood vermicelli soup. Do you want it?" The boss lifted the short curtain and glanced at Kotomi Masao with contempt.

The most common scholars in Confucius Temple are such sour styles. They are not diligent in their four bodies and do not distinguish between grains, and are not much better than beggars.

Komashi Masao didn't say anything, but pointed to Zilin Zi'an's table.

"If you want to eat soup, you will naturally have cakes, but cakes are not bought separately..."

"You're looking at the dish..." Konoe Masao said angrily.

"Then there is nothing to do!" The boss spread his hands, "I want to eat cheaper ones? You can look for it later..."

"Stop fighting!" Lin Zian knocked on the table impatiently, pointed to the fact that there was still a lot of food left on the table, and said to the boss of the Shisi, "It's not easy to get cold. Take these in and heat them up and bring them to him..."

"Okay, okay!" The boss immediately bent down.

Although Lin Zi'an's table was mostly food from outside, he couldn't help but act generously. He just took a seat and gave him several oceans.

"Sir, you're so polite!" Konoe Masao rubbed his hands, looking very grateful.

"No need to thank you, it's a waste to eat it!" Lin Zian pointed at the guard and brought over a few cold foods on the table.

Konomi Masao said thank you repeatedly, walked over quickly, and took the plate from a guard.

Lin Zi'an stared at him with a burning gaze, taking a little alert.

Not to mention uncle and nephew, in the upper class of Japanese aristocratic society, it is common for father and son to fight against each other.

What's more, in the eyes of the family, what he did has seriously threatened the reputation of the head of the family.
Chapter completed!