Chapter 241
After unbuttoning the top button, Rong Zhou took a deep breath, took off his straight priest's uniform, and then sat down on the bed in the church attic.
The reason why this fake godfather was still wearing priest's clothes was because the priest requested it. At the beginning, he was treating the refugees hiding in the church. Wearing priest's clothes was more convincing and he didn't need to explain anything. At the same time, maybe a church was trying to attract people to believe in him. The real priest, Reverent Jacquinot, did not object and even welcomed it.
The church took in more and more refugees, and at one point it was facing a food shortage. Some believers who came to the church to have Rong Zhou treat their illnesses would bring a lot of food and clothes, solving the church's biggest difficulty at the moment. No one had any objections to Rong Zhou's divine clothing anymore.
Rong Zhou would even help preside over the priest's work during mass, allowing Reverent Jacquinot to have more time to go out and beg for food. The number of refugees taken in kept increasing, with five or six hundred mouths crying for food. The little food Rong Zhou received from helping with medical treatment was not enough, so he could only rely on the priest's ability to go out and beg for food.
There is a small room further inside the attic, which is used to store some miscellaneous items. Now lying there is the only patient that Rong Zhou has admitted to the hospital, an old gentleman who has appeared in history books. However, according to historical records, this gentleman should be in Yan'an and Chongqing at this time. How could he stay in Shanghai during the outbreak of the war?
Rong Zhou was thankful that he met this critically ill old man and was able to help him. When the old man was supported by two ladies, he was still conscious and his condition did not seem to be very serious. After examination, it was found that it might be meningitis caused by a wound on his forehead.
This disease would be fatal in later generations, let alone now. After being sent here, he entered the most serious coma stage. After 7 days of treatment, his condition has stabilized. Once the current low fever is over, he will wake up.
Rong Zhou placed his hand on the old man's forehead, and his internal energy washed away the inflammation in his skull bit by bit through his palm. He then thought, no wonder the Japanese defenses seemed to be tighter when he went out at night these past few days.
He didn't think that he was one of the reasons for strengthening the Japanese defense. He didn't break into the Japanese base to kill them, he just killed some peripheral soldiers. How could the defense be strengthened because of this? It was difficult to kill some lone teams recently.
Rong Zhou probably didn't expect that he had dealt a heavy blow to Xiao Rizi's plan of occupying the mainland in three months. There were more than 5,000 Xiao Rizi troops stationed in Shanghai, and Rong Zhou went out every night and secretly killed nearly 1,000 of them.
The problem is that they can't find out who did it. The deaths are so strange that the Japanese army's morale is seriously shaken. The Japanese army is spreading rumors about unknown things, the devil's hand, ghosts from the mainland, etc.
Rong Zhou had no idea that during the day he was a substitute priest in the church, a kind-hearted doctor with excellent medical skills, who sheltered refugees and blessed people.
At night.
Looking out from the highest point of the church bell tower, there were only some orange lights on the Paramount side, and the whole place was shrouded in darkness. Having seen the dazzling night scenes of later generations, it is impossible to understand why Shanghai, now known as the Paris of the East, was so poor that it could not even compare to the night markets of later generations.
Rong Zhou didn't care about the bustle of the night at all. He jumped out of the window of the clock tower and flew across the night sky silently like a leaf floating in the air. The black cloth on his body blended into the night. Even if someone saw him, it would only be a momentary shadow, like a night owl flying by in the night.
We walked into the Japanese Concession with ease. There was a corridor street here, which was a red-light district with many brothels of all sizes, all of which were run by Japanese women. The clients included not only Japanese soldiers who were out for leisure, but also gangsters and wanderers who couldn't make it in their home country and came here.
There is a three-story Japanese-style building on this street. It is very quiet compared to the lewd music floating next to it. The plaque on the door reads "Meihuatang". The name is similar to the brothel next to it, but the people kept here are not prostitutes, but the behind-the-scenes command group of the Japanese and puppet forces.
The last time Rong Zhou was wandering around the streets late at night, he saw this plaque and remembered this famous spy agency in history. He thought about waiting for the day when there were many people here and rushing down from above to clean it up.
But now? After meeting the old man, the situation is becoming increasingly tense. There are frequent raids by the Japanese. In order not to implicate the hundreds of refugees sheltered in the church, we need to get the old man out of the blockade as soon as possible and come here to get some souvenirs for him to take away.
I landed silently on the third-floor balcony. This Japanese-style room was dark and empty, but the next door had an orange light on. The paper sliding door had to be lifted gently to avoid making any noise. It wasn't that I looked down on it, I really looked down on it. This simple Japanese-style building had no sound insulation at all.
Just by opening the sliding door, you can hear the curses of the Japanese next door and the rustling of papers being flipped, which is completely the resentment of a slave worker.
Rong Zhou sneaked in quietly. After entering, his target was clearly the room next door with the light on. He had been moving lightly, but unfortunately this Japanese-style building was made entirely of wooden boards. Just as he was about to touch the room, the boards under his feet creaked.
The people inside immediately became alert: "Who is it?"
The air was so quiet that it seemed as if the creaking sound of the wooden board just now was an illusion. The person inside didn't think he had heard it wrong. The creaking sound was so obvious that his hand reached silently under the table to take the pistol from the drawer.
Rong Zhou also didn't think that the person inside would have no reaction. When the person inside shouted just now, he had already locked the person's approximate position with his internal force. The faint sound of the drawer opening once again accurately conveyed the person's position.
Puff, the tiny silver needle passed through the door paper without even causing a breeze.
Inukai Ken had just touched the wooden bin in the drawer when he suddenly lost control of his limbs without noticing the slight chill on his shoulder. His whole body became stiff and unable to move.
At this moment, I suddenly thought of the collected survey reports on the table in front of me.
Location: A certain road, a certain area
Time: a certain day and time
Death toll: seven/twelve/nine...
There were no obvious external injuries, no signs of fighting, and no signs of weapons being used... The dead were all soldiers of the Great Day Empire, and the dogs who defected to the empire were not injured at all and were just unconscious. These incompetent people didn't even know how they fell unconscious or who did it.
The following is the transcript of the interrogation of a traitor.
After a long discussion, the conclusion reached in the end is that there is no conclusion.
It was only circulated privately that it was an extremely evil ghost from the East, hindering the great empire from establishing a co-prosperity sphere.
And this evil ghost...
Inukai Ken, whose body was unable to move, gradually opened his eyes as the wooden door opened.
It was a slender, pale hand, with veins clearly visible under the skin at the joints.
The wooden door was pushed open by the hand, and the gap leading to the darkness slowly cracked. In the darkness on the other side, there was an extremely pale and stunning face, and the dark eyes looked inside evenly and dullly.
Inukai Ken's face was distorted with fear, and that face just floated in the darkness. It was a ghost, an extremely evil ghost from the East that no living person had ever seen.
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