The kid was still singing a vulgar tune, and he didn't know that someone was rummaging through his pants, but Lin searched for it, and only found some change around him.

Chu Aiyun turned on the flashlight and searched around, but found a briefcase 5 meters away. As soon as I opened it, my wallet was inside, and in addition to the money, there was also a business card: a clerk in the sales department of Shibaura Co., Ltd. in Tokyo. Probably because the entertainment customers drank high.

The two of them took out a total of 60 yen from various tickets, put the rest back as they were, and then hurried back to the woods to get up. There is a station right in front of you, and according to Scouting, the first train will enter Tokyo at 5:30 a.m. If all goes well, we will be able to enter Tokyo this morning, and then wait until the evening, enter the Army Medical University from somewhere, find the dormitory where Makino and the others may be hiding, and without saying a word, kill a few people, and the matter will be settled. If it can't be found, withdraw the submarine tomorrow.

The eastern horizon was turning white, and the two of them straightened their clothes, wiped their shoes, and walked out of the woods. Nearby is a well-planned farmland, the road along the coast is paved with asphalt or mud gravel, although many of the houses in the village look dilapidated, but they are still electrified, and there are high-voltage power transmission and transformation units around the village, and some of the houses are lit up at this time, looking far more modern than the rural areas around Shanghai.

There was no one to see on the ridge, and it seemed that it was not yet time for the Japanese to go down to work in the fields, but when I walked to the road, I got a drone signal, and there was a group of shirtless people running in front of me, coming out of the Chiba Eastern School, and there were 4 mountain guns side by side on the campus playground, which could be some kind of military school. 419 asks Lin if he wants to avoid it. Lin felt that it was not necessary, just to check whether he was dressed properly, 419 reminded the Japanese to run along the left side of the street, be careful.

Lin took Chu Aiyun and walked north. I heard the neat singing and footsteps from afar, and the sound was still very immature when I heard it, and the lyrics sung were faintly recognizable, which seemed to be nonsense such as seven lives to serve the country and see each other again at the Yasukuni Shrine.

Lin slowed down, and about 40 young people wearing only pants came out of the corner in front of him, and the elderly man in the lead looked more cheerful when he saw someone on the road, and his stride increased significantly. The students in the back also became more and more vibrating, and their singing voices became high-pitched.

Lin was not very evasive, and waved to the panting boys on the other end of the road with a smile, and when they ran past, he also raised his camera (the one confiscated from Song Jiang) to take pictures, he had almost integrated into the identity of a reporter, but Chu Aiyun was still a little nervous, and he didn't dare to face those Japanese.

The Japanese over there didn't care, and they sang all the way over, which shows that the clothes have passed. When Lin was in Shanghai, he always paid attention to the clothes of various characters, analyzed the psychology of dress and identity differences, and met many Japanese reporters in international hotels, so he had a good idea.

"Weasel, black dragon here, how's the situation?"

"Look at the age of a cub from a young military academy near Tokyo."

On 419, Cheng Dayang looked at it with a fear, Lin's courage did make him a little admired, he should also know that everyone who passed by his side would become a more or less threat, as long as he leaked a flaw.

In front of her, there was another old Japanese woman with a crutch and a hunched back. Lin Xiuxuan gave Chu Aiyun a color, and motioned him to ask for directions, not really to ask for directions, but to see that the deputy captain was a little dizzy, so he practiced his courage first.

Chu Aiyun walked away, and the old woman, who was less than one meter four tall, stopped and waited, and when she arrived, she took the initiative to say good morning to Chu Aiyun.

"Good morning, old woman, how do you get to the nearby train station?"

"You mean the tram stop?"

"Ah, yes."

Watching the 80-year-old woman slowly turn around and point to the north, it was indeed in the same direction as the drone detected.

"It's there. About half a mile (about 4 kilometers in 1 day), the two of you arrived there, and the first train should arrive at the station. ”

"Thank you, old woman."

The two walked past the old woman, Chu Aiyun's mood seemed to be stable, and he knew that there was no problem with his Japanese.

The two of them were like intellectuals wandering through the countryside, wearing top hats and suits that were found during the Showa period, but no ties. Lin also wore a fake beard, a characteristic of older Japanese journalists that he observed.

After walking for a while, I saw a sign on the side of the road at Keiyo Express Narashino Station, and farmers carrying various farm tools began to work in the fields. When passers-by approached, most of them would bow to them and say a brief good morning, and the countryside was peaceful and reasonable, and everything was going well.

The two walked through the village to the train station, where they were not suspected except for a wary Shiba Dog, which barked at them for a while.

There is already a window ticket at the station, and it costs 20 yuan per person to Tokyo, and Chu Aiyun buys the ticket. The drone determined that there was a police station not far from the station, but it didn't seem to be at work yet. There were no police or soldiers near the station, only a corner of the various cigarette advertisements on the wall, and there was a national anti-spy notice, which was much easier to confuse than in Shanghai.

At this time, the Japanese people did not seem to have a sense of imminent war. In fact, the Japanese exported the war to China, and the mainland has not yet encountered any substantial counterattack, and ordinary people are still immersed in the psychological state of absolute security of the homeland and the joy of travel. It is one of the quite favorable conditions for this infiltration.

In fact, as early as May of the 27th year of the Republic of China, that is, three months after the Nanjing Massacre, the Chinese Air Force used two Martin B 10 bombers to throw leaflets at Japan in an attempt to arouse the conscience of the Japanese people, of course, but also to imply that China has the ability to strike Japan from a long distance. Of course, this operation did not serve any warning effect at all, and the scattering of leaflets was more likely to be seen as weak and deceitful by the enemy. The most direct answer of the Japanese military department was to drive the Kuomintang army further inland, and from then on, the Chinese air force lost the opportunity to get close to Japan again. So from this point of view, that operation should have been replaced with *.

There was no steam, no long whistle, and a quiet electric train arrived on time.

Lin was holding a few copies of yesterday's evening newspaper under his arm, and the two of them got on the bus through the ticket gate without any questioning.

The first train in the morning was empty, and it seemed that Tokyo had not yet become the busiest city it had been. The two found a secluded corner away from the other passengers and sat down, Chu Aiyun began to feel a little uncomfortable again, but Lin turned the newspaper very calmly.

The train started and headed west. Lin Xiuxuan visually measured that the speed did not exceed 40 kilometers per hour, which means that this journey must take at least 3 hours, and it is also a helpless move to choose Chiba to go ashore, only the coast here seems relatively quiet, and the submarine is easy to approach.

He opened a photo of the Asahi Shimbun, and the front page was about the Soviet-German war. After a hasty sweep of the contents, the German army was strong, and the intention of dividing the troops was clear at this moment, and by the 13th, the troops from all directions were pointing to Leningrad, Donetsk, Moscow, the Caucasus, Petrov, and Bryansk. At this moment, the battle line has temporarily calmed down, and the movement of the German tank group in the center is unknown, and it seems that a major battle is brewing. Half a month before, the Red Army collapsed and surrendered. Military Commentary parent Akira Kawa predicted: "There is no doubt that Moscow may be captured by the end of October." ”

Another edition was an opinion piece on Roosevelt's sanctions against Japan. The article begins by stating that the oil embargo is the most sinister way for the United States to strangle the Japanese navy, predicting that the Konoe cabinet is overwhelmed and will fall within a few weeks, and that Japan may need a tough leader to lead it out of the current crisis. Then he pointed out that once the confrontation between the United States and Japan intensifies, the future is really elusive. The article is ambiguous and unclear, and it is completely difficult to understand whether the author's original intention is to approve of a tough military man to come to power or to hold the opposite opinion.

When the train arrived at Ichikawa Station, the number of people coming up gradually increased, and two guys wearing student uniforms and carrying lunch boxes made it to the edge of the forest, and the school emblem was a student of a high school in Tokyo. As soon as the two and a half children decided, they began to talk as if no one was around, and Lin Xiuxuan listened attentively to what they said in order to gather some useful information.

“…… I got two Saturday tickets yesterday. ”

"Ready to go with your girlfriend? What movie? ”

"Gone with the Wind."

Lin Zai was silent on the side, thinking that it would be screened simultaneously with Shanghai, and he remembered that when he was in Shanghai, the movie was also showing in the cinema on Xiafei Road.

"Didn't the school ask for a boycott of American and British films? You buy a movie ticket and let the Americans make one more bullet against Japan. ”

"Then why does Japan have to import American oil?"

The empty seats in the carriage were almost full, and suddenly someone in front of him rang the bell, and a man wearing a railway employee uniform with a "check" armband walked out, followed by a soldier with a military police armband, and Lin knew that the first real test had arrived.

"Please show your tickets and documents."

The flight attendant shouted.

Lin glanced at Chu Aiyun on the other side and signaled him not to be nervous, but it seemed that the deputy captain's face was still a little pale.

The two guys next to him held a piece of paper and student ID card in their hands early, which seemed to be a very ordinary routine check.

Lin pretended to read the newspaper and secretly paid attention to the flight attendant and the gendarme, only to see the flight attendant checking everyone's tickets, and the gendarme behind him with his hands behind his back scanned everyone sternly, but did not check everyone's documents, it seemed that only according to a certain interval, spot check one-tenth.

Seeing that he was down, Lin Xiuxuan put down the newspaper, took out the ticket from a well-appointed wallet, and handed it to the attendant, who quickly read it and returned it to him.

"Show your ID!"

The gendarmes stared at Lin Xiuxuan's face viciously, as if they saw something famous, and didn't look at the two students next to him at all.

Lin calmly nodded and motioned to wait, then took out a press card from his pocket and handed it to the gendarme. There is no uniform identity document in Japan, and poor people in the countryside will bring a piece of cloth issued by the police station with their names written on it, and sometimes they will simply sew it on their bodies, but ordinary decent people can still produce some documents to prove their identity. Lin is now playing a decent person.

The gendarmes carefully looked at Lin's press card, and it was obvious that the documents made with 70 years of forgery technology were completely flawless, and of course, if you went to the Tokyo Shimbun office to look it up, there would be no such person.

Lin just counted that the average time for him to check his documents was 15 to 20 seconds, which is usually to check his face, but the time he stayed in front of him was more than 30 seconds, and even the two students next to him noticed something and began to sneak a glance at him.

"Mr. Lin, why don't you read the newspaper of your own newspaper?"

The gendarme asked suddenly. It turned out that he noticed a pile of newspapers piled on the table, from the Yomiuri to the Mainichi Shimbun, and the Asahi Shimbun in Hayashi's hand, but there was no Tokyo Shimbun.