Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

Lu Yang calmly took out the disability certificate from his pocket and handed it to the police.

The certificate was a little wrinkled, the paper was yellowed, and the edges were badly worn, as if it had been squeezed in Lu Yang's hands many times.

The policeman frowned slightly, took the ID, and glanced at the words on it. After a moment, his face suddenly became serious.

"Hideo Genda? So you are a disabled soldier!" The policeman immediately straightened his back, his voice filled with an undisguised respect.

Several policemen who were traveling with him also stopped at the same time and looked at Lu Yang.

"Thank you for your sacrifice for the empire!" The leading policeman saluted solemnly and then handed the document respectfully back to Lu Yang.

His hands trembled slightly, as if he was afraid of accidentally breaking something precious.

Lu Yang lowered his head to take the certificate, nodded slightly, and looked calm, as if all this was expected.

Li Wenjuan sat quietly beside him, her expression as gentle as ever, looking at the scenery outside the window calmly.

The car started again and silence returned to the cabin.

The sound of the rolling wheels caused a slight vibration on the ground, and as the car body bumped, the people inside the car swayed slightly.

Lu Yang leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, but his mind still couldn't calm down.

Although we had no danger along the way, the situation in Tokyo is more complicated than in Kanazawa, and accidents can happen if you are not careful.

As night falls, the scenery outside the car window gradually becomes blurred, and only some vague shadows of trees can be seen passing by.

The occasional flickering lights in the distance are like lonely eyes in the dark night.

After a day and night of bumpy ride, the car finally slowly drove into the city of Tokyo.

The scene on the streets of Tokyo was very different from what Lu Yang remembered. In 1935, Tokyo was already a bustling metropolis, with wide, clean streets and towering buildings on both sides.

The streets are bustling with people, pedestrians wearing kimonos and Western-style clothes, and all kinds of clothing complement each other, making it look both prosperous and messy.

Shops are lined up on both sides of the street, the words on the signs are clearly visible, and red and white lanterns are hung high, emitting soft light.

Occasionally you can see a few rickshaws slowly passing by on the street, the drivers walking with heavy steps and tired expressions on their faces.

Women carrying children on their backs were shouting on the street, selling hot takoyaki and fragrant grilled squid.

The air is filled with the smell of various foods, accompanied by the noise of the crowd, and is full of the breath of life.

Lu Yang took a deep breath. The air was filled with a faint scent of fireworks mixed with the smell of damp earth, as if the entire city was immersed in a unique atmosphere.

"Tokyo has changed a lot." Li Wenjuan said in a low voice, with a hint of emotion in her voice.

Her eyes wandered around the street, as if she was looking for something, yet seemed to care about nothing.

Lu Yang nodded, his eyes also scanning the street.

The original owner also studied here.

His gaze passed over the crowd and fell on an ancient temple in the distance.

The temple is tall and solemn, and the green tiles on the eaves gleam in the setting sun, like a silent guardian, quietly watching this prosperous city.

"Let's go to Ishikawa's house first." Li Wenjuan said softly, as if comforting Lu Yang, or as if talking to herself.

The two got out of the car and followed the crowd onto the streets of Tokyo.

Li Wenjuan and Lu Yang hired a rickshaw, passed through several busy streets, and arrived at the Ishikawa family's residence.

The Ishikawa family's mansion is located in a corner of downtown Tokyo and looks very ordinary from the outside.

Grayish-white walls, black tiles, and a pair of stone lions placed at the door, as if guarding this ancient mansion.

There was a pair of red lanterns hanging on both sides of the gate, with the words "Ishikawa" written in black, which made people feel a little creepy.

Lu Yang stopped and looked quietly at the mansion in front of him.

Although this was his first time here, he inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity in his heart. This was somewhat different from what he had seen before.

Li Wenjuan walked over and knocked gently on the door. After a moment, there was the sound of light footsteps, and then a middle-aged woman opened the door. She was wearing a simple kimono and had a kind smile on her face.

"Ms. Wenjuan, you're back!" the middle-aged woman said in surprise, with a hint of excitement in her eyes.

"Yes, Aunt Juzi." Li Wenjuan smiled, with a hint of kindness in her gentleness.

"Please come in, the master and the mistress are at home, they are thinking about you every day." Aunt Juzi immediately stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation.

Lu Yang followed Li Wenjuan into the Ishikawa family's residence.

The layout of the courtyard is simple and elegant. The ground is paved with neat stone slabs, and bamboo and plum blossoms are planted all around. The air is filled with a faint floral fragrance.

There is a small pond in the center of the courtyard. The water is so clear that you can see the bottom. Several red koi are swimming leisurely in the water.

Lu Yang stood quietly in the center of the courtyard, taking in everything around him.

The environment here is quiet and elegant, forming a sharp contrast with the hustle and bustle outside, as if it is another world.

"Yingnan, please come in." Li Wenjuan said softly. She stood not far away, looking at Lu Yang gently.

Lu Yang nodded and followed her into the main hall of the Ishikawa family.

The furnishings in the hall are simple yet solemn. The wooden furniture is neatly arranged, and there are several ancient paintings hanging on the walls. It looks particularly warm under the candlelight.

In the center of the main hall, the master and mistress of the Ishikawa family were already waiting.

They were all around fifty years old, dressed in neat kimonos and had friendly smiles on their faces.

"Wenjuan, you are finally back!" Master Ishikawa stood up, his voice low and gentle, with a bit of kindness.

"Yes, Uncle Ishikawa, Aunt Yoshida." Li Wenjuan bowed slightly, her attitude respectful and with a hint of intimacy.

"Sir?" Mrs. Ishikawa smiled and looked at Lu Yang, who was standing as tall as a pine or cypress.

"This is Hideo Genda, my husband." Li Wenjuan quickly introduced with a smile.

Lu Yang took a step forward and bowed deeply, "Uncle Ishikawa, Aunt Ishikawa, I'm sorry to bother you, please take care of me."

And he presented the gift he bought on the way with both hands.

"Here are the cakes and wines Wenjuan bought for you two, your favorites. Please accept them!"

"You're welcome, thank you! Please take a seat." Master Ishikawa said with a smile, extending his hand to gesture for them to take a seat.

After everyone sat down, Aunt Juzi brought a few cups of hot tea and placed them on the table.

The aroma of tea lingers in the air, seeming to bring an indescribable sense of peace.

"Wenjuan, you have worked hard along the way." Master Ishikawa said with concern, with a bit of pity in his eyes.

"It's okay, Uncle Ishikawa. I came to Tokyo this time to visit you and Auntie." Li Wenjuan said softly with a warm smile on her face.

"We're very happy that you can come." Mrs. Ishikawa smiled softly and said, "Since you're here, please stay. There are plenty of rooms at home."

"Thank you, Auntie." Li Wenjuan nodded with a smile and looked at Lu Yang gently.

"By the way, how is your father, Prince Yixun, in good health?"

Li Wenjuan lowered her head and replied, "Thank you for your concern, uncle. Father is in good health, and I'm sending you my regards."

"So, who is this Mr. Xuantian?"

"Oh, uncle, we met him in the Northeast. He is a soldier of the Empire. He was wounded this time and returned home with us."

"Injured? Where are you from?" Ishikawa looked at Lu Yang puzzledly, obviously a little skeptical.

Lu Yang is tall and straight, and obviously does not look like a native Japanese.