Holding the original shares, they fought all the way to the Korean War!

This person was a secret agent of the Military Intelligence Bureau, named Zhang Lin, codenamed Lone Goose.

He also had a Japanese name, Kobayashi Ichiro.

He then invited Yamada Jiro to have drinks with him that evening.

Yamada Jiro then began to consider it.

He has been very tired lately.

Starting from May 31st, the workload of the confidential office suddenly increased several times over.

Various orders were sent from Taiyuan to various units, and then sent back to Taiyuan from various units.

In particular, he had to personally decode, register, and archive the coded telegrams from headquarters.

Although he didn't know the specific contents of those coded telegrams, he didn't have that level of authority.

But he could sense it.

Something serious must have happened.

Because those telegrams were encrypted with the highest level of security, the Special Class Secret.

"Kobayashi-kun, you're right."

Yamada Jiro took a sip of tea, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

"I'm really exhausted these past few days."

Zhang Lin's lips curled up slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.

He picked up his teacup, took another sip, and spoke calmly.

"Yamada-kun, even if you're busy, you should take care of your health."

"The empire's cause cannot do without pillars of society like you."

Upon hearing this, Yamada Jiro's fatigue lessened somewhat, replaced by a hint of smugness.

"Kobayashi-kun, you flatter me too much."

"I'm just a second lieutenant in the confidential office, what kind of pillar of society am I?"

Zhang Lin shook his head, his tone sincere.

"Yamada-kun, you're too modest."

"What is the confidential office?"

"That's the core department of the headquarters."

"Without you, how can orders be conveyed?"

How is the intelligence disseminated?

He paused here, lowering his voice slightly.

"To put it bluntly, those big shots at headquarters are nothing without you."

Yamada Jiro's smile deepened.

"Kobayashi-kun, what you're saying..."

"While it may be a bit of an exaggeration, it's not entirely without merit."

As they talked, noon arrived before they knew it.

Zhang Lin stood up and patted his clothes.

"Yamada-kun, shall we have lunch together?"

Yamada Jiro thought for a moment and then shook his head.

"No, I still have a few documents to process."

Zhang Lin nodded, without pressuring him.

"Okay, tonight then?"

Yamada Jiro hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay, tonight."

"Where to?"

Zhang Lin thought for a moment and then spoke.

"A new tavern has opened in the south of the city; I've heard it's pretty good."

"The sake is transported from the main camp, it's very authentic."

"Moreover, the proprietress is from Kyoto, and the dishes she makes are authentic hometown flavors."

Yamada Jiro's eyes lit up.

"Yeah?"

"You definitely have to try it."

"Okay, see you tonight."

Zhang Lin waved his hand, turned around and walked out of the confidential room.

……

Six o'clock in the evening.

Sakurai Tavern, south of Taiyuan City.

The pub was beautifully decorated.

Zhang Lin stood at the entrance of the tavern, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he pushed open the door and went inside.

The proprietress was a woman in her forties, dressed in a kimono.

Upon seeing Zhang Lin enter, she quickly came forward and bowed in greeting.

"Welcome, sir. How many are in your party?"

"The two of you."

Zhang Lin's gaze swept across the interior of the tavern.

Several tables of guests were already drinking; they were all Japanese officers.

"Give me a private room."

Zhang Lin said.

The proprietress nodded and led him to the innermost private room.

Zhang Lin sat down at the table and said to the proprietress.

"Let's start with a pot of sake and a few side dishes."

"I'll order when my friend arrives."

"OK."

The proprietress bowed and left.

About ten minutes later.

The door was pushed open, and Yamada Jiro walked in.

He had changed out of his military uniform and was wearing a dark blue kimono, his face showing signs of fatigue.

"Kobayashi-kun, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Zhang Lin stood up and smiled.

"No, I just arrived too."

The two sat down at the table, and the proprietress came in carrying a pot of sake and several small dishes.

She placed the food and wine on the table, bowed, and left.

Zhang Lin picked up the wine pot and poured a cup for Yamada Jiro.

"Yamada-kun, thank you for your hard work."

"Come on, have a drink first to relax."

Yamada Jiro picked up his wine glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Excellent wine!"

He put down his glass and let out a long sigh of relief.

Zhang Lin poured him another glass, and then poured one for himself as well.

The two clinked glasses and each took a sip.

Zhang Lin knew he couldn't rush things.

Although Yamada Jiro enjoys drinking, he isn't exactly tight-lipped.

However, he still knows his limits when it comes to confidential matters.

We have to take it slow, and get him pretty full before asking him questions.

"Come on, Yamada-kun, have another drink."

Zhang Lin raised his glass.

Yamada Jiro also raised his glass, the two clinked glasses, and each drank it down.

And so it went, one cup after another.

Yamada Jiro's face grew increasingly red, and his eyes became more and more glazed.

He started to slur his speech.

"Kobayashi-kun, do you...do you know?"

Yamada Jiro picked up his wine glass and swirled it.

"I worked in the confidential office for three years."

"I've never... I've never seen anything like this before."

Zhang Lin's heart skipped a beat.

But his facial expression remained unchanged.

"What scene?"

Yamada Jiro took a sip of his drink, burped, and then put down his glass.

"May 31st...that afternoon."

"Several coded telegrams have arrived from headquarters."

"Encryption level... all are top-secret."

His voice grew softer and softer, almost as if he were talking to himself.

"Top Secret?"

Zhang Lin pretended not to understand.

"What level is that?"

"Highest level."

Yamada Jiro held up a finger and waved it in front of Zhang Lin.

"In the entire First Army, there are no more than five people who can read these kinds of secret telegrams."

Zhang Lin nodded, not asking any further questions, and waited for him to continue.

Yamada Jiro took another sip of his drink and then leaned back in his chair.

"I don't know the contents of those coded telegrams."

"I don't have that permission."

"But...but I saw that the person who delivered the telegram looked very unwell."

"Their hands were trembling when they came out of the confidential room."

Zhang Lin frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed.

"Yamada-kun, have you heard anything?"

Yamada Jiro remained silent for a long while, then shook his head.

"no."

"But I heard from a friend who works in the airport military police that..."

He stopped abruptly at this point.

Yamada Jiro opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered his voice.

"He said that on May 31, His Excellency Xiangyue was supposed to go to the airport to take a plane back to headquarters."

"But...but the plane that Lady Xiangyue was on that day never took off and is still parked at the airport."

Zhang Lin's pupils contracted slightly.

"You mean, Lord Xiangyue, he..."

"I have no idea."

Yamada Jiro shook his head, picked up his glass, and took another sip.

"I don't know what's wrong with him either."

Zhang Lin fell silent.

He was processing what Jiro Yamada had said.

The plane that Kiyoshi Kazuki was on was still parked at the airport.

This suggests that Kiyoshi Kazuki may indeed have encountered some serious trouble.

Moreover, they are very likely already dead.