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The Shanghai Police Department compound.

Temporary command post.

Kenzo Sato sat in the interrogation room.

He held a newly compiled statement in his hand, his gaze lingering on those few lines of text for a long time.

The stench of blood had not yet dissipated in the interrogation room, and the water stains in the corner had dried, leaving only a few dark red marks.

The Kuomintang agent who spoke first was taken away to have his wounds bandaged.

The remaining few were locked in the next room, their heads bowed, and no one spoke.

Kenzo Sato placed the page on the table without getting up.

He leaned back in his chair, tilted his head back, and remained silent for a long time.

He finally managed to pry open one of their mouths, but what he got in return was...

But it was more unacceptable than any of the possibilities he had previously considered.

Those from the Military Intelligence Bureau were also trying to find out who was behind the incident.

The person who spoke explained it very clearly.

Their intelligence station was tasked with finding out who was responsible for the incident.

The orders from above were urgent, demanding that they find out the other party's identity at all costs.

But before they could find any results, they were all wiped out by the Special Higher Police.

Kenzo Sato slowly closed his eyes and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the edge of the table.

He originally thought that even if none of the people arrested were directly involved in the operation, he could at least find some clues by following the trail.

The Military Intelligence Bureau had been operating in Shanghai for many years, and its intelligence network was deeply entrenched.

There were quite a few people who had access to information about the internal workings of the East China Expeditionary Army Headquarters.

He always believed that the murderer was likely within the Kuomintang's intelligence network.

Or at least they had some degree of cooperation with the Military Intelligence Bureau.

But now, the results of the interrogation tell him that the Military Intelligence Bureau is also looking for that person.

This means that the killer was not a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau.

At least they are not the core forces that can be directly mobilized and executed within the Military Intelligence Bureau system.

There was no subordinate relationship between the Military Intelligence Bureau and the murderer, and they may not even have had any contact.

They searched for half a month but found nothing.

This shows that the person was hiding much deeper than they thought.

Kenzo Sato slowly sat up straight, opened his eyes, and looked at the statement.

If it wasn't someone from the Military Intelligence Bureau, then who could it be?

Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS)?

Unlikely.

The Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) was never as active as the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (MBIS) in North and East China.

Moreover, their operational style focuses on infiltration and subversion, and they rarely carry out direct assassination missions.

The person who was able to carry out such a precise sniper kill at the main gate of the East China Expeditionary Army Headquarters.

They are definitely not the kind of semi-military organization like the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) that could cultivate such individuals.

Could it be the Eighth Route Army?

The thought crossed Kenzo Sato's mind for a moment, but he suppressed it for the time being.

The Eighth Route Army's activities were mainly concentrated in the mountainous rural areas of Central and North China.

They simply don't have a well-organized underground force in a big city like Shanghai.

Not to mention a sharpshooter capable of carrying out such a precise assassination in the heart of Japanese-occupied territory.

But if it wasn't the Military Intelligence Bureau, the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, or the Eighth Route Army, then who was it?

Kenzo Sato stood up and walked a few steps in the interrogation room.

He walked to the window, looked out, and his gaze darkened slightly.

This information rendered most of his efforts over the previous three days meaningless.

Those door-to-door investigations, those checkpoints and interrogations, those overnight interrogations.

Originally, it was all about finding clues to the murderer.

But now, the Military Intelligence Bureau has also gained nothing.

This means that the person has almost no trace in the city.

Even the Kuomintang's intelligence network couldn't catch a glimpse of him.

He turned around, picked up the statement on the table, and strode out of the interrogation room.

A series of hurried footsteps came from the corridor, getting closer and closer, and then stopped at the office door.

Kenzo Sato pushed open the door and went in, placing the statement on the table.

He picked up the phone on the table and cranked the handle.

"Connect me to the East China Expeditionary Army Headquarters, to Commander-in-Chief Hata Shunroku's office."

The operator's voice came from the other end of the phone.

A moment later, a deep, steady male voice rang out.

"I am Hata Shunroku."

"Commander, I am Kenzo Sato."

"I have something important to report to you in person."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then Hata Shunroku's voice rang out again, with its usual calm.

"Come over here now."

Kenzo Sato put down the phone, picked up the confession and several related interrogation records on the table, and strode out of the office.

He walked alone through the police station yard and got into the car that was already parked at the entrance.

Twenty minutes later.

When the car stopped at the gate of the East China Expeditionary Army Headquarters.

Kenzo Sato noticed that there was another set of guards at the entrance than before.

He didn't look at it much, and got out of the car.

He quickly crossed the porch and headed straight for Hata Shunroku's office along the corridor.

He stopped at the door, took a deep breath, and then raised his hand to knock twice.

"Come in."

Hata Shunroku sat behind his desk, a battle map spread out in front of him, and a pencil in his hand.

He didn't look up; the pencil moved slowly across the map, as if marking something.

Kenzo Sato walked to the desk, but didn't speak immediately, waiting for Shunroku Hata to put down his work first.

About ten seconds later.

Hata Shunroku put down his pencil, looked up, and his gaze fell on him.

"Please sit down."

"What is it?"

Kenzo Sato sat down in the chair opposite the desk, placed the interrogation records he had brought on the table, and pushed them in front of Shunroku Hata.

He didn't explain immediately, but instead let Hata Shunroku look at the materials himself.

Hata Shunroku glanced down at the top sheet of paper, his gaze lingering on it for a few seconds.

Then I opened the next few records and looked at them one by one.

He looked at it very carefully, not missing a single page, until he finished turning the last page.

Finally, I placed the papers on the table and leaned back in my chair.

His gaze returned to Kenzo Sato's face.

"Are the Military Intelligence Bureau people also inquiring about that person?"

"Yes."

Kenzo Sato nodded, his tone carrying a calmness born of great restraint.

"Today we got a Kuomintang agent to talk, and he confessed this information."

"The main task of their intelligence station is to find out who was behind this, but there has been no progress."

Hata Shunroku listened without saying a word.

He reached for the teacup on the table, took a sip of water, and then lowered his gaze slightly, as if digesting the information.

The silence in the office lasted for a while.

Then he looked up and his gaze fell on Kenzo Sato's face.

"Therefore, even the Military Intelligence Bureau doesn't know who that person is."

"Yes."

Hata Shunroku tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table, the rhythm very slow.

He seemed to have thought of something.

But the idea hadn't fully formed yet; it just lingered in my mind before sinking back down.

He stood up, walked to the window, and turned his back to Kenzo Sato.

I gazed at the city of Shanghai outside the window and remained silent for a long time.

Kenzo Sato remained seated, neither getting up nor urging anyone to get up.

He knew that Hata Shunroku needed time to process this information.

The search over the past three days was based on the assumption that the murderer might be connected to the Military Intelligence Bureau.

Now that this assumption has been overturned, the entire investigation needs to be readjusted.