RNP Chapter 198 is all a trap.
Chapter 198 is all a trap.
"Hey! Such disloyal and unjust scoundrels deserve to die!" Yan Shuo immediately bowed and echoed, his tone carrying just the right amount of indignation, perfectly fitting his subordinate status, neither overstepping his bounds nor showing his loyalty.
"Hmm, are there any other abnormalities?" Kobayashi Kaoru nodded in satisfaction, greatly appreciating Yan Shuo's attentiveness.
"That's all for now, sir!" Yan Shuo bowed in response.
"Hmm, well done. You're thoughtful and have a good eye."
Kobayashi Kaoru nodded in satisfaction, picked up the approval slip on the table, signed her name, and tossed it to Yan Shuo, "Take this and go to the finance department to collect your reward; consider it a commendation."
"Hi! Thank you for your kindness, sir!"
Yan Shuo accepted the approval slip with both hands, bowed respectfully, and turned to leave the office. His expression remained calm, but a knowing glint flashed in his eyes.
As expected, the Special Higher Police's internal screening of prisoners was not without flaws; it still required multiple screenings and cross-verification.
Yan Shuo took the approval slip, first went to the finance department to collect a 10 yen reward, and then went straight to the cafeteria.
Since we're here, we should naturally try to get an afternoon meal. This way, we won't arouse suspicion, and we can also take the opportunity to wait for Tanaka Mihisa and gather more information.
Just as Yan Shuo finished eating and wiped his mouth, he saw Tanaka Miku carrying a lunchbox and slowly walking into the cafeteria.
A hint of a smile flashed in his eyes, and as he leaned closer, his tone instantly became flirtatious and frivolous, perfectly fitting Kobayashi Kichiemon's persona: "Ms. Tanaka, you look absolutely radiant today, even more tempting than the saury in the cafeteria!"
"Hi! It's Kobayashi-kun, why haven't you left yet?"
Tanaka Miku raised her head, a faint smile on her face, her tone natural and easygoing, as if the two were just ordinary colleagues, without the slightest flaw.
"No rush to leave, I just finished eating and am taking a break."
Yan Shuo waved his hand with a smile, his tone casual, "Besides, the Special Higher Police's canteen is much more refined than the military police's. Wouldn't it be a waste not to eat more?"
"Hey, Kobayashi-kun, you've got a really discerning palate!"
Tanaka Miku smiled and playfully scolded him. Without stopping, she flicked her finger as they passed each other, and a small, folded piece of paper silently fell into Yan Shuo's empty bowl. The movement was so fast that no one could notice it.
Yan Shuo's expression remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened. He raised his hand to pick up the bowl, pretending to drink the soup. With a flick of his finger, he put the note into his spatial artifact. His movements were fluid and unnoticed by anyone.
After leaving the cafeteria, Yan Shuo did not linger and went straight to the toilet not far from the cafeteria.
This is a secluded spot with few people, making it the best place to check the note.
He went into the cubicle, ran water, and took out a slip of paper from the ritual implements, unfolding it carefully.
The handwriting on the note was delicate yet messy, clearly hastily scribbled by Tanaka Miku: "In the past two weeks, the Special Higher Police have received over 200 new personnel, all highly capable. They spend most of their time loitering in the back residential buildings. I don't know exactly what they're doing, but they strictly forbid unauthorized personnel from approaching, suspecting it's a trap. Also, many unfamiliar officers have arrived in the Communications Section. They don't read telegrams or handle official business; they only stare at the mail clerks and translators, communicating with each other using coded language and hand gestures. I didn't dare say anything, but secretly recorded their conversations with the bugging device you gave me. I determined they're there specifically to scout personnel; they suspect the Special Higher Police have our people in them!"
"Ha! You're quite willing to spend the money!" Yan Shuo finished reading the note, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his mouth, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes. "Trying to kill two birds with one stone, both catching Hongdou and exposing the traitor, too bad, you've picked the wrong opponent."
Yan Shuo put the note back into his magic weapon, fastened his clothes, whistled, and left the Special Higher Police Department in a seemingly leisurely manner.
He must return as soon as possible to arrange the follow-up response and find the real Feng Yaodong.
As darkness fell and night completely enveloped Shanghai, the staff of the Special Higher Police gradually left work, and the entire Special Higher Police gradually quieted down, leaving only patrolling guards walking back and forth, maintaining a tight security.
Tanaka Mihisa packed her things and returned to her dormitory to rest.
She gently pushed open the dormitory door, pressed the light switch, and the light instantly turned on. At that moment, she froze and almost cried out.
Yan Shuo was sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at her calmly. His aura had long since shed the disguise of Kobayashi Kichiemon and returned to its original coldness.
"Captain! You could at least have given me a heads-up! You scared me half to death!"
Tanaka Miku patted her chest, still looking shaken, then burst into laughter, her voice sweet and slightly complaining, "If you scare me like that again, I'll really shoot you! Hehehe!"
"Were you scared?" Yan Shuo smiled, his tone much gentler, without his usual seriousness.
"You bet!" Tanaka Miku sat down next to him, pouting and complaining, "Things have been incredibly tight lately, with Special Higher Police officers everywhere. I was already on edge, afraid of making a mistake, and then you suddenly appeared, almost scaring me out of my wits!"
"Alright, I'm not messing around with you anymore." Yan Shuo's smile vanished, his tone instantly turning serious as he cut to the chase, "Tell me, what's the situation with that residential building behind the Special Higher Police? Tell me everything you know."
Hearing this, Tanaka Miku's expression also turned serious. She lowered her voice, her tone tinged with lingering fear: "I don't know much either. Things have been too strange lately. I dare not ask any questions, let alone say anything, for fear of being targeted by those screening personnel. I don't want to go to the torture chamber again. I never want to experience that feeling of being worse than dead again in my life."
"Don't worry, with me here, no one can make you go to the torture chamber again."
Yan Shuo's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable confidence: "Tell me everything you've seen and heard, don't miss a single detail."
"Okay." Tanaka Miku nodded, pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "I suspect that the people in that apartment building have already been replaced. It's probably full of traps and teeming with people now. Those people are all highly skilled; they're clearly professionally trained, not ordinary guards. If you dare to go, you'll definitely be in big trouble!"
"Yes, that's what I feel too, but I've never had any concrete evidence, it's all just speculation."
Yan Shuo nodded, signaling her to continue.
"Also, I used the bug you gave me to eavesdrop on the conversations of those new officers."
Tanaka Mihisa continued, her tone tinged with lingering fear, "Among them were captains, majors, and lieutenants; they all seemed to be of high rank. The topics they discussed in private had absolutely nothing to do with us old-timers from the Special Higher Police."
"All they kept repeating was 'We didn't see anyone today,' 'Who asked about the residential building,' and 'Who went that way.' It was all the same stuff over and over again, and it had nothing to do with us long-time employees."
Tanaka Miku's voice trembled slightly, "I was terrified. Now, I only dare to peek over there when the lights are off or in the dorm. I don't even dare to look over there on the playground or by the roadside, for fear that they will spot me and drag me out as a mole."