I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

Wei Miao is not good at finding other things, but when it comes to finding gold, no one in the world can beat her even one-tenth of the time, except for Ahri, who is not a human being.

Relying on her keen sense of smell, she quickly located the simple small compartment secret room in this ordinary house.

Wei Miao knocked and sniffed but couldn't find a way to open it. Ali was so anxious that he paced back and forth, wagging his tail violently.

"It's clearly a wall of gold, right in front of us, why can't we open it?"

Wei Miao was also very confused. Based on her several treasure hunting experiences, it was obvious that there was a compartment behind the wall.

"Meow~"

Ali called Wei Miao from the corner.

She didn't even bother with the basic qualities of a thief and squatted down to open the high-end lighter she had stolen from Brother Lu.

Look along the direction where Ahri's claws are digging the soil.

A hole?

A rat hole?

"Meow~" Wei Miao felt that Ali was so anxious that he was about to speak human language.

So he lay on the ground, holding the lighter and looking into the hole.

It didn't matter when she took a look. What she thought was a black hole was actually bright yellow, reflecting the light that made her happy and made her drool.

Wei Miao reached out to touch it, "Is it really gold?"

She felt the depth of the hole, which was just the thickness of an ordinary brick. There was no dirt hole inside, but it was actually gold. That meant...

Wei Miao understood immediately. There was no secret room. There was no such evenly distributed wealth. This was a wall made of gold in the middle of the wall. "No wonder there is no one guarding this place. They also put some opium paste, small yellow croaker and gold jewelry here. Is this because the thief will not leave empty-handed?"

Wei Miao didn't know who used this method to save money, nor did he know why such a large amount of gold was not kept in the bank but in this way.

But she knew that this was definitely money that could not be seen in the light.

Nowadays, all countries have the same policy towards gold and silver. They collect large amounts of gold and silver and nationalize them, wishing that the people would have only paper money in their hands.

"Meeting is fate." It was Wei Miao's first time as a thief. Although he knew that the money was not clean, he still felt a little guilty.

She had made up her mind to swallow the gold first. If it belonged to a decent family, she would return it secretly when she had time. If it belonged to the colonists mentioned in the little book and Big Brother Lu, she would be justified. . .

After preparing herself mentally, she reached into the rat hole and started swallowing the gold.

Ahri squatted at the door, ears pricked up for alert.

It was just dawn. Wei Miao was dressed neatly and sat at a tofu soup stall along the river to enjoy his meal.

Early in the morning, I saw the residents around me rushing home with all kinds of things in their hands.

"The price of rice and flour has doubled in the blink of an eye. Are we really going to start a fight?"

"The Japanese base across the river has been under martial law for three days. Troops are being moved back and forth, and planes are circling in the sky. I'm afraid it's real."

"Damn it, this is too much!"

A young man just shouted a few words and was kicked by his parents. "If you have time to curse, why don't you go to a few grain and oil stores and stock up on things?"

The tofu soup stall owner was an old woman with gray hair and a worried look on her brow.

"We finally managed to escape from Kanto. We've only been living in peace for a few years. Why are we fighting again?"

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl who was helping her said angrily:

"Those people have conflicts but resort to violence on our land. It is us ordinary people who suffer. It would be fine if they just drove us out of our hometown..."

The old woman was too lazy to scold him. "Go home and tell your mother that you don't need to make tofu anymore. We'll close the stall early today."

The girl let out an "Ah" and ran towards the bungalow area behind the stall.

"Grandma, who said there's going to be a war?" Wei Miao asked curiously.

Of course she felt that the atmosphere was unusual, but war was not something that could be started easily.

The old woman looked at Wei Miao, a clean, kind and good-looking boy, and sighed softly:

"Child, go home after you finish eating and ask your family to prepare food and drinks. Look at the situation, I'm afraid it won't be peaceful."

Wei Miao knew that animals had instincts and that people had intuition, but she really didn't feel like a fight could start.

Logically speaking, after the French learned of the Japanese plan, they should have held the Japanese accountable. After studying the diary of Okamoto Juku and the biological bomb she left behind, they should have joined forces with Britain, the United States and other countries to put pressure on Japan, give it a severe beating, and at the same time demand benefits.

There shouldn't be a fight.

No matter how powerful the Western powers are, after all, the Japanese dominate East Asia. With Japan's local industrial system, military production lines, and troop organization, if a war really breaks out, the garrisons of these countries in Shanghai may not be enough to fill the gaps.

Even if the countries behind them were powerful, distant water could not quench immediate thirst. This was the reason why, after the January 32 Incident in , all countries overwhelmingly urged the authorities to compromise and turned a blind eye to the Japanese forcibly carving out a Japanese Concession from the International Settlement.

"Auntie, I see it's quiet across the street, there are countless soldiers outside, no one is allowed to go in or out? When did this happen?"

It's no wonder that Wei Miao was curious. After driving the seagull to drop bombs that day, she had been lying in bed for three days. She was barely feeling better thanks to Ali feeding her. Last night, she went to be a robber, and this lady was the first person she had spoken to in the past few days.

"I don't know. It suddenly started four nights ago. I was setting up my stall when I heard the sound of planes in the sky. I thought it was a bombing like before. I was so scared that I didn't even close my stall and went home."

Wasn't the night four days ago the night she dropped the germ bomb?

Did the Japanese discover it at that time?

Wei Miao had learned from the notes of the bacteriological expert Okamoto Juku that the killing radius of this bacterial bomb after explosion was fifteen to thirty meters, and it contained a large number of typhoid bacteria, plague bacteria and live fleas carrying the virus.

After being released, what virus can cause infection depends entirely on the individual's physical fitness and whether there are any wounds on the body at the time.

But if it is controlled properly, the virus will naturally die out after dozens or hundreds of people die.

The Japanese should be very familiar with the virus they created. With their strong logistical support, they wouldn't be so nervous.

This is also the reason why Wei Miao chose to launch it at the Marine Corps Headquarters Square.

She felt that according to the strictness and attention paid by the Japanese dwarf, the virus should not be able to escape from the warship-like building. Even if it could escape, there was still a five-kilometer vacuum zone outside, as well as the residences of the Japanese military and big businessmen. . .

"Who knows?" Wei Miao had not seen any increase in the red energy in the past few days, so she thought nothing was wrong. But after hearing what the old lady said, she felt a little nervous, hoping that nothing serious would happen.

After paying for the meal in a hurry, I followed the crowd out and got on a rickshaw. I looked at the flustered crowds coming one after another and thought to myself:

This seems to be a big deal.

The rickshaw stopped at the entrance of Juhuali Lane. Wei Miao gave the rickshaw driver double the fare as agreed before.

When I entered the alley, I felt it was surprisingly quiet.

Grandma Cui’s scallion pancake stall was not open, and Xiao Jiangsu’s wonton shop was also closed.

In the past, the alleys were very lively at this time. People going to work would have breakfast in two places. Even if they didn’t eat, they would stop to chat and tell interesting stories and gossip.

The elderly people were basking in the sun and chatting in front of their homes, watching their children playing.

Nowadays, every house has its doors closed, making the sunlit lattice road seem particularly deserted.

Wei Miao knocked on the door a few times according to the agreed code. There were footsteps approaching slowly. The door opened and Feng Zhenzhen's bare face appeared in front of Wei Miao.

"Oh, what a rare visitor."

When she raised her eyebrows, there was a hint of charm in her eyes, which was completely different from when she pretended to be a Taoist priest and deceived Yukiko Matsui and Wells in the antique shop.

It's no wonder that a shrewd agent like Yukiko Matsui met Feng Zhenzhen several times without noticing anything.

"Miss Feng."

Wei Miao nodded slightly, entered the house, and went straight to Lu Pingsheng's bedroom.

Feng Zhenzhen looked at the little boy's hurried back thoughtfully.