Courtyard House: Home Alone

Lin Yifan returned to the lobby and gave everyone another instruction: do not go out casually in the concession, do not talk to strangers, and wait for news tomorrow before making further arrangements. Only then did he return to his room.

He sat down, took a sip of tea, and used his mental energy to check his surroundings. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he sat on the bed to regulate his breathing, and the night passed without incident.

The next morning, Lin Yifan had just finished washing up when he heard a knock on the door. When he opened the door, Schmidt was already standing there with a smile on his face. He said, "Mr. Lin, it's all done. Schneider's cargo ship arrived in Shanghai yesterday. It will take two days to unload and load the cargo."

We're leaving for Tianjin early the day after tomorrow. It'll just be big enough to fit everyone. He said he'd give me a 20% discount because of me. If you don't have any objections, I'll let him know and have him reserve some space.

"You can just bring your people aboard when the time comes. His ship is also at the concession dock, not far from ours."

Lin Yifan smiled and nodded: "Then I'll trouble Mr. Schmidt to give you a thank you for me. You've been running around for several days, so rest at the inn today. I'll cover all the expenses."

Schmidt didn't stand on ceremony, responded, and found a room to rest.

Lin Yifan then summoned Tang Guoan and asked him to count the number of people and give clear instructions on what each family needed to prepare. He then changed into a neat set of shorts and clothes, left the inn, hailed a rickshaw, and headed north to the Japanese concession.

According to my memories from my previous life, the Japanese should have launched the Pacific War at the end of this year and occupied the entire concession. I wonder how well they are preparing now.

When the rickshaw driver heard that he was going to the Japanese concession, he hesitated for a moment. Lin Yifan handed him another silver dollar, and the driver gritted his teeth and pulled him toward the Japanese concession.

Upon arriving at the checkpoint of the Japanese concession, Lin Yifan paid the fare, dismissed the driver, straightened his collar, and calmly followed the flow of people into the concession.

More than half a year later, Lin Yifan returned to the Japanese Concession. Looking at the Concession, which had long since returned to order and prosperity, he was somewhat tempted, but reason kept telling him that he had to be responsible for the safety of so many people this time, and he must not act recklessly like last time.

In particular, the methods of "Ghost" must not be exposed, lest the Japanese devils become desperate and endanger the families of our brothers.

Since entering the Japanese concession, he has fully unleashed his mental energy, carefully observing the situation within a five-kilometer radius. The surrounding situation appears in his mind like a holographic map.

He saw that the Yamato Hotel, less than three kilometers away, was heavily guarded. A small convoy consisting of two three-wheeled motorcycles, two trucks, and two Ford cars had stopped in front of the hotel.

Lin Yifan's eyes lit up; a big fish had appeared! He quickly moved towards the Yamato Hotel. The closer he got, the less mental energy he needed to examine it, and the clearer he could "see."

He used his mental power to lock onto the four people who got out of the car. Through their conversation, he discovered that the Japanese officer in the colonel's uniform was named Tano, the captain of the Japanese military police stationed in Shanghai, and the other one in civilian clothes was the head of the Special Higher Police Section of the Japanese Central China Expeditionary Army.

Of the two people who were ushered into the Yamato Hotel, the one in front, dressed in a handmade suit, had an arrogant look on his face. He was addressed as "Shogun" by Tano.

The other man, also dressed in casual clothes and carrying a leather suitcase, followed closely behind the man called "General," addressing him as "Teacher Ishii" repeatedly.

"Teacher Ishii"? "Shogun"? Could this be the infamous Shiro Ishii?

Lin Yifan's heart skipped a beat, and he slowed his pace by a fraction. He was now less than 500 meters away from the Yamato Hotel. His mental energy enveloped the entire hotel, and he quickly picked up the voices coming from the conference room.

"General, we have troubled you to come here in person because we hope you can guide our special tobacco production in Central China and the initial live experiments."

"I hope that with your guidance, our work can proceed smoothly. Let us contribute our strength to the upcoming holy war, completely destroy the Chinese people's will to resist, and realize the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere as soon as possible." In the conference room, Tianye bowed obsequiously to the two men.

Shiro Ishii adjusted his glasses, raised his hand and patted Noda on the shoulder, his voice tinged with pride: "Noda-kun, you're welcome. It's all I should do."

However, I'd like to know how your preparations are going, and whether you've chosen a location yet? Because my time is very precious, I only have ten days in Shanghai.

Ten days later I will be going to the Northeast. The military has given me a secret mission: to quickly establish an epidemic prevention and water supply unit there.

"General, everything is ready. The abandoned chemical plant in the western suburbs has been completely renovated, including the underground prison and laboratory."

"The first batch of live subjects for the experiments have already been sent in. They are all high-quality prisoners, mainly strong and healthy Chinese prisoners." The head of the Japanese Special Higher Police Section stood up and said respectfully.

"Okay, I'll rest for a bit today. Tomorrow we'll go to that chemical plant you mentioned. I hope we can start working as soon as possible so I can leave early and complete the mission the military gave me."

Lin Yifan clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms, and a murderous intent that seemed about to overflow surged in his eyes.

It's like finding a needle in a haystack, only to stumble upon it without any effort. I never expected to run into this devil, Shiro Ishii, while just out asking for information, and even witness his plot to establish an epidemic prevention water supply unit and conduct live experiments.

If we can get rid of him in Shanghai this time, I don't know how many lives we can save and how many future troubles we can avoid.

However, if they want to maximize the benefits of this operation, they must suppress the urge to rush in and take action. The best option is to wait until they go to the chemical plant in the western suburbs tomorrow and take down the entire den of iniquity.

At the same time, we can also see if we can rescue the Chinese civilians who have been treated like dirt by the Japanese and the captured Chinese soldiers.

Lin Yifan, who was planning to do something sneaky today, abandoned the plan. It would be a loss if these small actions alerted the Japanese.

He quickly returned to the inn, greeted Tang Guoan and the others, and went back to his room. He locked the door and then took out the Shanghai map he had seized last time to examine it.

Soon, he found the abandoned chemical plant that the Japanese had mentioned on the map, and he carefully studied the terrain around the plant.

Judging from what I just heard at the Yamato Hotel, the Japanese have completed the transformation of the chemical plant, so its defenses must have been improved as well.

He was leaving in three days, leaving him only two nights for his operation: tomorrow or the day after. To ensure everything went smoothly, he decided to go to the western suburbs tonight and use his special ability to scout the area, ensuring the operation could be completed successfully tomorrow night.