Chapter 184: Professor of Archaeology

In a daze, Zhang Yong had an absurd thought.

He didn't know what it was about. The Japanese invaders seemed to be less resistant to the identity of Liu Heizi.

At least, they were not as resolute in resisting the Restoration Society.

When catching Japanese spies, if they said they were from the Restoration Society, the spies would often refuse to talk no matter what.

However, if they were confronted with the identity of Liu Hei Zai, they were much more willing to talk.

In fact, the identity of Liu Hei Zai was completely made up by Zhang Yong. It was full of loopholes. It was full of flaws.

However, the Japanese invaders did not seem to have discovered these loopholes or flaws.

Or perhaps they were just unwilling to face the truth.

Between the Fuxing Society and Liu Hei Zai, they were more willing to face Liu Hei Zai.

It felt strange. But it was also the reality.

So, during the pursuit, Zhang Yong decided to use Liu Heizi's identity again.

Everyone took off their Zhongshan suits and put on gangster clothes.

When they had checked into the Liuguo Hotel before, he had used the identity information of 'Liu Haizhu'. It was the name of Liu Heizi that he had made up.

Who knew what Liu Heizi's real name was.

Zhang Yong himself felt that the fake identity was absurd. But since it worked, he would use it for now.

It didn't matter if the Japanese spy discovered the lie. There was no loss.

The Japanese spy drove all the way south.

He drove all the way to the southernmost part of Jinling City. This was also a suburb.

Continuing south was the Yangliu Lake and Chishan Lake area. This was already more than 30 kilometres from the river. It could be said to be a suburb of the suburbs.

I thought this guy would stop driving. Who knew it wasn't going to be the case.

Continuing south.

'He's not going to Songhu, is he?'

'Chase!'

Zhang Yong remained calm.

Wherever this guy went, he would follow.

It so happened that the distance of 150 metres was conducive to tracking. He hung back a long way. He would never get too close.

In fact, the Japanese spy drove at times fast and at times slow, carefully watching his back to see if there was a tail. If there was no control of the 150-metre distance, he might be discovered.

Fortunately, with the help of the map, he was always able to maintain a relatively long distance, and the Japanese spy was unable to judge.

Eventually, the Japanese spy drives into a house by the road.

Immediate surveillance.

After entering the roadside house, the Japanese spy never came out again.

What should be done?

Continue to keep an eye on him.

His transaction did not go through. No. The assets obtained through the transaction were robbed, and he must definitely find a way to solve the problem.

Zhang Yong judged that the target would make a move within two or three days at the latest.

Sure enough, this Japanese spy stayed in the house for three hours, and at 10 o'clock in the evening, he quietly left the house.

He was still driving. He continued driving south.

It's not easy to track them at night. If they turn on their headlights, they'll be spotted. But if they don't, driving in the dark is pretty dangerous.

Fortunately, the moonlight is good tonight, so they can barely drive. They track the enemy by map.

Finally, the Japanese vehicle stops.

But it's reached a village by the road. It's unremarkable. It seems to be called Tangmian Village?

They approach quietly. A second Japanese soldier enters view.

Sure enough, there is another Japanese soldier in Tangmian Village. They are obviously accomplices.

They surround Tangmian Village.

Zhang Yong locks onto the house where the two Japanese spies are. It is a three-room, three-hall brick house. It is actually very inconspicuous.

The two Japanese spies are standing close together, presumably discussing something.

Perfect. Let's take them all down.

'Go!'

The group immediately bursts in.

There are two men inside.

One is the one who was robbed. The other is a stranger.

This unknown Japanese spy is wearing thick glasses. There are also many instruments and other things in the house. One of them seems to be a microscope?

Awesome.

There's even a microscope.

It's clear that this Japanese spy with glasses is no ordinary person.

Back then, microscopes were worth a lot of money.

Very few countries could make this kind of advanced optical instrument.

Germany was one.

Japan was one.

The United States was one.

'Who are you?'

'You...'

Faced with the sudden, dark muzzle of a gun, the two Japanese spies were both taken aback. They subconsciously wanted to escape. But they were immediately held down firmly.

What joke is this! You think you can get away?

There are more than ten of us, and we're dealing with just the two of you, so how could you possibly get away?

"You...'

'Don't panic. Please sit down,'

Zhang Yong said slowly.

The two Japanese spies had their hearts in their throats. They thought they had been exposed.

However, judging from the situation, it didn't seem like they were Chinese secret agents. For a moment, there was a faint glimmer of hope. They felt like they could still live.

Survival is human nature. Even the Japanese spies felt the same way.

If they fell into the hands of the Fuxing Society, perhaps they would be desperate to die. But if they didn't...

perhaps there was still a way out.

'My name is Liu Haizhu, nicknamed Liu Heizi. I'm from the south. I'm looking for some alms.'

'You...'

The two Japanese soldiers both let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Liu Heizi? A gangster? Not an agent? Asking for alms?

Asking for alms actually means asking for money. They understood. Hope flared up in their hearts.

If the other party wants money, then it's negotiable. Negotiable.

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'Don't panic, gentlemen.'

'We mean you no harm,'

Zhang Yong said with a smile. He was the picture of harmlessness.

He waved his hand. The men immediately began searching.

Soon, the radio was found. The code book was also found.

The two Japanese spies' faces turned ashen.

'It seems that what you are doing cannot be seen in the light of day,' Zhang Yong said, patting the radio and leafing through the code book.

'What do you want?' the bespectacled Japanese spy said with difficulty.

'Shouldn't you two introduce yourselves?'

'I, I...'

'You're Japanese. I know that.'

'I, I...'

'Don't deny it. It won't do you any good. Tell me, what are your names?'

'I, I...'

The two Japanese spies stammered.

Wu Liuji began rolling up his sleeves. He looked fierce.

'No, don't hit me! My name is Hirotaka Noguchi, and his name is Manami Hashiguchi,' the Japanese spy with glasses said hurriedly.

'Good! You're honest!' Zhang Yong nodded. He waved his hand.

Wu Liuji backed off.

Zhang Yong walked over to the microscope and peered through it.

He then carefully observed the microscope's nameplate and trademark, and noticed the Ricoh logo on it.

A Japanese-made product. It was indeed quite good.

In terms of technology alone, Japan at that time was indeed more advanced.

They could build battleships with a displacement of 70,000 tons. They could also build very sophisticated microscopes. They were much more capable than China, which was poor and weak.

Alas...

'Your name is Hirotaka Noguchi?'

'Yes...'

'Are you a professor of archaeology?'

'I...'

The other person fell silent.

Zhang Yong then believed that he had guessed correctly.

The other person was indeed a professional. He was very knowledgeable about ancient cultural relics. He was especially familiar with Chinese history.

The Japanese authorities have some talented people.

And they are quite professional.

It is not without reason that it is said that after the Tang and Song Dynasties, Chinese culture was in Japan.

Some Japanese people are better at studying Chinese history than the Chinese themselves. They have even formed a series.

For example, the Japanese spy chief, Toiihara Kenji, had a deeper knowledge of Chinese culture and history than many Chinese university history professors.

They are all very formidable opponents!

It is really difficult for a rookie like myself who knows nothing to deal with them.

'Which university?'

'Waseda.'

'I thought you were from Kyoto University. I heard that the history department at Kyoto University is the best.'

'I object...'

Hirotaka Noguchi cried out reflexively.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt that something was wrong. This was not the time for him to argue.

Zhang Yong did not explain further. He did not want to ruin his own image. His 'erudition' was all 'hearsay'. He definitely could not go into too much detail.

In fact, he wasn't even sure where Waseda University was. Was it in Tokyo?

He wasn't sure which university had the better history department: Kyoto University or Waseda University. He just made things up as he went along.

If the other person contradicted him, it meant that he had fallen for the bait.

As soon as the other person spoke, information was leaked.

If the other person contradicted him at length, even more information was leaked.

Unfortunately, this Noguchi Hirotaka did not refute. Although he was not convinced, he did not say a word. This shows that he is not only a professor of archaeology, but also a spy.

Zhang Yong pondered each of the other instruments. They were all very professional equipment. They were very well prepared.

Do the Xiangxi Yanjia, the Northwest Majia, and the Maoshan Qujia have such professional equipment? Haha. Their main strategy is to guess.

Of course, to put it nicely, it is insight. It has nothing to do with science at all.

'You two are up to no good.'

Zhang Yong finished looking at all the equipment before sitting back down.

He waved his hand. He told the two Japanese spies to sit down as well. They didn't dare to sit down. They were forced to sit down.

If you're told to sit, you must sit. You have to sit even if you don't want to.

'You seem to be spies?'

'No!'

'No?'

'Of course not. We're archaeologists. We have a legitimate identity.'

'Okay then. I'll send you to the Fuxing Society.'

'No, let's talk about it. Your Excellency is not here to beg for alms? We are willing to cooperate...'

'Where is your sincerity?'

'Outside, at the edge of the pond, there is a hexagonal stone. Lift the stone up and there is an oiled paper package underneath.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Zhong Yang immediately led the men outside. They found the stone. They dug it up. Sure enough, there was an oiled paper package underneath.

They picked it up. It was heavy. They brought it back. They opened it. It was full of shiny, new foreign currency. There were about 300 of them. All brand new Mexican Eagle dollars. They were very dazzling.

'Look...'

'That's not enough!'

Zhang Yong shook his head.

300 dollars?

You think that's all you have to offer me?

Dream on!