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Chapter 1191 Is the chief of the room a soft persimmon? (Two in one)(3/3)

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"Shirakawa, you arrange for someone to go to the Telegram Hall in Helmet Alley. I want to see Cheng Qianfan's telegram sent to Shanghai and ask his men to come down to Nanjing." Koizumi Nobuzawa said.

"Hayi." Shirakawa said.

Koizumi Nobuzawa thought for a moment and said, "In addition, you can arrange for someone to go to the hospital to inquire..."

He thought, "Focus on inquiries and see if you can determine when the director left the hospital."

"Hayi."

"And—" Koizumi Nobuzawa said, "Cheng Qianfan mentioned that a nursing worker entered the ward to deliver a thermos to the ward to check if there was indeed such a problem."

"Hayi."

Koizumi Nobuzawa pondered for a while, and he felt a vague feeling that he seemed to have overlooked a certain detail, but he couldn't remember where it was.

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"What's going on?" Fang Muheng opened the security of Mauser's pistol and put the pistol into his briefcase. His face was a grim expression, and there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Yes, how did they know we entered the city?" He Guan dragged the corpse in his hand into the grass layer and wiped the blood on the dagger with his corpse clothes.

The two of them just entered the city today. Before they could get in touch with Comrade Liu Bo, they realized something was wrong.

There were traitors, spies, and policemen wandering around, saying that they were searching for the New Fourth Army lurking into the city.

The two were shocked.

I thought to myself, the Japanese could do this traitor, or how could they know about them sneaking into the city?

"Are you still going to see Brother Liu now?" He Guan asked.

"No." Fang Muheng thought for a while, and he flipped through the ID in his hand. This was the ID found from the pseudo-police just now.

He glanced at He Guan again, "A Guan, take off your clothes."

"Ha?" He Guan was stunned.

"Strip the clothes." Fang Muheng said again, pointing to the corpse in the grass layer, "It's not you, it's that."

He had an idea.

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