When he walked into the room, Ning Zhiheng looked around. The room was big, but it looked very messy. The sofa and table were covered with drafts and drawings of designs.

Fukunaga Jiro was a little embarrassed to see this. He simply put away the drawings on the sofa and said with a smile: "I'm so sorry, it's too messy here, please sit down!"

Ning Zhiheng sat on the sofa and said with a smile: "Mr. Fukunaga, I am Shimoto Fujiwara, from Kyoto. This time I want to ask you to design a building for me."

Fukunaga Jiro sorted out the sketch in his hand, frowned and said, "Mr. Fujiwara, I'm very sorry. I've been working too hard and have a lot of work. I'm afraid I won't be able to help you."

This was not intentionally shirked by Fukunaga Jiro. Now the entire urban area of ​​Shanghai is being restored and many large facilities have been destroyed by the war. Fukunaga Jiro is very famous and many people have found him. He is really too busy now, so he can only explain the situation to Ning Zhiheng.

Ning Zhiheng looked disappointed and said, "That's a pity. This time, Nanwu Library was destroyed by war. I also want to rebuild one~"

Before Ning Zhiheng finished speaking, Fukunaga Jiro suddenly asked, "Nanwu Library? Is Mr. Kuroki's Nanwu Library?"

Ning Zhiheng was stunned and nodded quickly and said, "Yes, it is Mr. Kuroki's Nanwu Library, you know too."

Fukunaga Jiro laughed. He put down the drawings in his hand, sat down in front of Ning Zhiheng, and said with a smile: "It's such a coincidence. Nanwu Library was the one I was in charge of design when I first came to Shanghai. My reputation was not obvious at that time. It was Mr. Kuroki who gave me this opportunity to hand over the design work to me. I have always been very grateful to Mr. Kuroki and often visit his library."

Ning Zhiheng looked at Fukunaga Jiro in surprise, and then said, "I have worked in Nanwu Library for a while before, but it was very short and I missed Mr. Fukunaga."

The relationship between the two people suddenly became long. Fukunaga Jiro turned around and brought tea to Ning Zhiheng, and said with a smile: "The Nanwu Library is destroyed, and Fujiwara Jun is sincere. Why not just restore it as it is, and Mr. Kuroki will feel intimate and familiar. Isn't this more meaningful?"

Ning Zhiheng nodded repeatedly, but said in a little embarrassed manner: "But I don't have the architectural drawings I used to do~"

"I have the drawings!" Fukunaga Jiro waved his hand and stood up and smiled. "Every time I design a project, I will copy the drawings and keep one. Many excellent inspirational designs are retained on it as a reference for future designs."

Ning Zhiheng was overjoyed when he heard this. If this was the case, then Jiro Fukunaga was likely to have preserved drawings of various large facilities he designed and built at that time, including the design drawings of the Fukuoka Warehouse.

Ning Zhiheng showed joy on his face and quickly said, "That's great. Can I take away this drawing, draw a copy again, and then send the original to you back."

Of course, Fukunaga Jiro agreed and said with a smile: "Kun Fujiwara, please wait for me."

After saying that, he turned around and pushed open the studio door next to him and walked in. Ning Zhiheng quickly got up and followed lightly. From the half-closed door, he saw Jiro Fukunaga coming to a large cabinet, took out the key from his waist, opened the cabinet door, searched carefully for a while, and finally took out a roll of drawings.

Ning Zhiheng turned around and sat back on the sofa quickly. Soon Jiro Fukunaga returned to the room with the drawings and spread out the drawings in his hand. There were four drawings in total. Ning Zhiheng stepped forward and took a closer look. Sure enough, one of them was the design drawings of the underground drainage pipe, and the entire drainage system was clearly marked.

After checking it correctly, Jiro Fukunaga rolled up all the drawings and handed them to Ning Zhiheng. He smiled and said, "Mr. Fujiwara, I'll leave them all to you. Remember to send them back to me after the reprint. These are all my treasures!"

Ning Zhiheng quickly picked up the drawings, his mind flew around, thinking about how he could steal the drawings from Fukunaga Jiro's hands without a trace.

"Thank you so much. This visit has gained a lot." Ning Zhiheng put away the drawings and exclaimed repeatedly, and took out a stack of US dollars and placed them on the table. "Fu Yongjun, this is a little bit of thought, please don't be polite."

But Fukunaga Jiro's face changed and his tone said in annoyance: "Kun Fujiwara, this is what I gave to you. I will not charge a drawing twice. Mr. Kuroki has paid for this money!"

I have to say that this Fukunaga Jiro is indeed a simple-minded technical mate. He was very unhappy with Ning Zhiheng's actions. He picked up the stack of banknotes and stuffed them back into Ning Zhiheng's pocket.

Ning Zhiheng was stunned and had to laugh and said, "Okay! I don't force anyone to do anything, but Fu Yongjun, I will never refuse if I treat you a drink!"

When Fukunaga Jiro heard this, his eyes lit up and laughed: "Don't regret it. I can't have women, but I can't lack wine!"

As long as men are willing to drink together, many things can be communicated. At this moment, Jiro Fukunaga simply cleaned up and went out with Ning Zhiheng, locked the door, got into Ning Zhiheng's car, and went to a nearby diner house that Jiro Fukunaga often visited.

At the same time, on a deserted street in the Jiangbei occupied area, two Japanese soldiers were kicking open the door of a room and rushing in.

But the room was empty, with no one, the furniture was messy, and dust was everywhere. The two soldiers looked at each other and began to search everywhere. Soon they cursed in disappointment, left the room, and then searched the next house.

But this time they were lucky. After breaking into a room, they found two silver bracelets. The two soldiers laughed. This time they finally gained something.

While they were about to continue the search, several bullets hit their backs accurately.

"Bang, bang!" The loud gunshots looked particularly crisp on the silent and deserted streets.

Several young men in short jackets rushed out of the darkness. They stepped forward to confirm the death of two Japanese soldiers. The person in charge said, "Get out quickly!"

These people turned around and left quickly, and soon disappeared without a trace.

In the garrison headquarters, Takeshi Ishikawa raised his wrist and looked at the time. It was already noon. He was going to take Fujiwara Jun to see the villa he had booked for him this afternoon. Fortunately, he took it quickly, otherwise the villa would have been snatched away by someone else.

Takeshi Ishikawa stood up and was about to leave the office when he heard the ringing ring on the desk. He shook his head and had to turn around and pick up the phone again. Soon his face became serious.

"I'll take people over right away." Takeshi Ishikawa said coldly, put down the phone, and quickly walked out of the office. With an order, he summoned a team of Japanese soldiers and got into the military vehicle and drove directly to the crime scene.

When they arrived at the remote and uninhabited street, the agents from the UHT Textbook Department had already arrived at the scene first and were checking the bodies of two Japanese soldiers.

The intelligence captain of the special high school course, Akihito Akita, who had finished the inspection, finally stood up, looked at Takeshi Ishikawa who was walking closer, nodded slightly, and said, "Master Ishikawa, are you on duty today?"

"Yes, Captain Akita, I rushed over when I received your call. I wonder what you found?" Takeshi Ishikawa paused slightly. The Japanese army was very strict. Akihito Akihito's military rank was Nakasa, and his official rank was higher than that of him. He was also an intelligence department. He had always had great privileges, so Takeshi Ishikawa still dared not neglect it.

"The murderers were all using Browning pistols. They attacked from behind and died on the spot." Akihito Akihito's face was a little deeper, and he shook the two silver bracelets in his hand. "They were not for money, and the sergeant's property was not lost. They only need life!"

"What do you mean?" Takeshi Ishikawa asked in a daze, "Chinese agent?"

"Yes, as far as I know, Chinese agents, especially agents at military intelligence stations, basically use Bronning pistols. The location of the shot should be a gang of more than three people. They didn't even take away the sergeant's spear, because they knew that holding a spear would easily reveal their whereabouts, and they did not search for property, because this would delay the time to leave the scene and retreat with one blow. They had strong discipline. Ishikawa Jun, this is definitely not a scattered straggler, but an agent at the Chinese military intelligence station. This is the second case." Akihito Akihito explained that he was a veteran agent for many years and had a lot of experience. He immediately guessed the identity of his opponent as soon as he saw the scene.

"Baga, these cunning guys! Let's search immediately." Takeshi Ishikawa said viciously.

"No need, there are no people in the surrounding streets. Some Chinese people were returning to live here, but the gunshots scared them away." Akihito Akihito waved his hand helplessly, pointing to the surrounding broken streets, "I don't understand why there are sergeants here in such a desolate neighborhood, just for these silver bracelets?"

Speaking of this, Akihito Akihito threw the silver bracelet in his hand to the ground and cursed fiercely: "Silly!"

Takeshi Ishikawa shook his head helplessly. In fact, this block is in the west of Shanghai city, far away from the center of eastern Japan. It was a battlefield for street fighting between the two sides. It was severely damaged and the residents had already fled.

However, a lot of property was not taken away in a hurry. After the war, some soldiers in the Japanese army would often search for property together, and even loot returned Chinese refugees.
Chapter completed!