Chapter 443
How do I get out?
This was a problem.
Zhu Yuyan’s first thought was to contact Su Chunjun.
But in modern times, a cell phone may be able to solve the problem, but at this time, it is as difficult as heaven.
Yamamoto’s study did have a phone, but the phone dialing needed to tell the operator the password to dial out.
This password, Jinjuri does not know.
Yamamoto is dead, obviously can not get up again to answer the question.
And the password of the phone, surprisingly, only Yamamoto know.
Jinjuri shook her head and said, “All the passwords are designed by him, no one knows except him. I suspect that he probably made up today’s passphrase the day before.”
Yamamoto really didn’t trust anyone.
That was both a good and a bad thing.
They had been here for so long and no one had noticed anything strange, and no bodyguards had fallen from the sky even after Yamamoto had been dead for half a day,thanks to Yamamoto’s skepticism.
This mansion is like a fortress at night.
Since there is no way to notify the people outside, they can only escape by themselves.
Yamamoto’s mansion is located in the Japanese Concession, where 80% of the residents are Japanese immigrants, a few are foreigners, and some are Chinese laborers.
But no matter which country you live in, even Japanese, you can’t wander around at night.
Japan has patrols, will be outside at night outside the people and cars are arrested, some will even be killed on the spot.
Zhu Yuyan thought about it and thought that there might be only one chance.
She said to Jin Juli, “Does Yamamoto have a car?”
She planned to drive Yamamoto’s car out of the tenement!
Yamamoto’s own car should have something like a pass.
In the early days, Mr. So also had a pass in his car, and it was called “Red Pace”. At that time, Mr. So drove his car to send Zhu’s family members to all the concession areas very conveniently. At that time, she thought that “Red Pass” might mean “pass”? Red means the stamp on it? At that time, Mr. Su’s car had several passes, which seemed to be American, French and British.
The pies now practiced on the street would be Japanese.
She hoped that Yamamoto’s car had pies.
Yamamoto, of course, had an automobile.
He used to drive Julie Kim himself to Japanese pubs for dinner, dressed as a Japanese woman, of course.
Then Yamamoto stopped driving himself,and wouldn’t sit in the driver’s seat any more,but sat in the back,shrinking himself very small every time he sat there.
“He’s afraid of assassination.” Julie Kim said slowly.
“The car is parked in the yard.” Jin Juli said, “The car keys are in this desk.”
Zhu Yu Yan then turned the desk upside down with Jin Juli to look for the car keys, and also found a hand* and a few shuriken.
Zhu Yu Yan knew about shuriken from reading Japanese manga in her previous life, but she really knew this thing still under Mr. Su’s teaching.
Mr. Su said that it was a Japanese assassination knife and very dangerous.
He showed her that when the shuriken is held in the hand, the tip of the blade is something that can be almost completely hidden in the crevices of the fingers, and it has prongs so that when it stabs the human body it will form a star shaped wound that will continue to bleed, and the wound will slowly tear and expand, making it very difficult for it to heal on its own unless surgically stitched up.
Just like gunshot wounds, gunshot wounds are also chipped open wounds that will continue to bleed and the wound will tear and expand.
Zhu Yuyan took the gun in her hand, took the car keys, and left with Jin Juli.
Just as she went out the door, she noticed the sight!
She looked out keenly and saw a man staring at them, surprisingly short and half back the same way.
It was a man, but he didn’t yell or raise an alarm.
Zhu Yuyan blocked Jin Juli, and for a moment her mind was stormy not knowing whether she should immediately run outside or retreat back inside.
Instead, Jin Juli pulled her to continue walking outside.
Jin Juli said softly, “It’s okay, I told you, they will all pretend they didn’t see me when they see me.”
She used to crawl down this wooden corridor, naked, blood pouring off of her nonstop as she crawled outward, pleading for help from everyone she saw.
But everyone avoided her sight, turned their heads, and left.
Among them were the Chinese bodyguards and the young white man who had come to visit Yamamoto.
Yamamoto had told her, over and over again, that no one in this house, neither her countrymen nor her favorite Englishmen, would save her.
The only one who could save her, help her, and heal her was Yamamoto.
She could only rely on him.
She pulled Zhu Yuyan outside and walked until she reached the courtyard outside, but no one rushed out to arrest them.
Zhu Yuyan then realized that in this mansion, Jin Juli was an invisible person.
Every time, Yamamoto told her how much he valued Jin Juli, as if she was an important hostage that would have countless pairs of eyes watching.
But what Jinjuri really realized was that no one would be watching her, she was like an insignificant little stone child, kicked away, trampled on, it didn’t matter.
They easily found Yamamoto’s car, which was parked under the shed.
Zhu Yuyan used the key to open the door, letting Jin Juli up first before she went up, opened the engine compartment cover, inserted the key, and started the car – if it wasn’t for the fact that Mr. Su had taught her, she wouldn’t really know how to use a car of this era.
Luckily the rest of the problems were no problem, except for the fact that the engine was really loud.
In the night, the sound seemed like it was amplified and spread out.
This made Zhu Yuyan’s heart beat faster.
She found the passes from the car and placed them one by one in front of the window.
Then she put it in gear, put the car in reverse, and drove towards the gate.
She drove a little fast.
It wasn’t that she was in a hurry, but this car was well fueled, and as soon as it started it was fast, purring all the way forward, the wheels rolling and pressing against the gravel road on the ground.
It was dark, and she wasn’t too familiar with the roads here, so she drove all the way across, what with the lawns, the scenic roads, the goat paths, the wooden roads, and so on, she drove in a straight line.
She’d been led in before, on wooden porches and cavernous doors that went around the edges of the mansion.
Now driving out, it was surprising for a moment that she didn’t know where to go out.
Luckily, she had Julie Kim, who was behind her to show her the way, so she was able to drive to the gate without any danger.
There were guards, Japanese soldiers and Chinese bodyguards at the gate.
Obviously, they were a little confused as to what was going on.
But they didn’t move either.
Zhu Yuyan didn’t know what to do, she didn’t dare to stop the car, she could only start honking the horn.
But as soon as she honked the horn, the Japanese soldiers brought their guns up.
It wasn’t pointed at the car, the tip of the gun was down, but as soon as she made any more moves that made them uneasy, they would probably raise their guns and shoot her.
Mr. Su had told her that the Japanese Army had a very well known tactic of shooting in rows flat up like this. On the battlefield the Japanese army burst forward standing in rows, and the soldiers in each row would raise their guns in unison to fire and shoot at the enemy in the opposite position until they were empty, and then they would crouch down to add ammunition, and be joined by a second row of soldiers who would move up, and the crouching soldiers would drop to the back, change their ammunition, and then stand up again and join the line.
The advantage of this was that the soldiers would not notice if their comrades around them were hit and killed in action, the Japanese soldiers’ hats would partially block their vision, allowing them to see only the enemy in front of them. With everyone firing at the same time, the mechanical training made it easier to react quickly.
Therefore, now this group of Japanese soldiers in front of her, if they fired, there was a great possibility that they would kill her.
Zhu Yuyan continued to drive forward.
She no longer honked her horn.
Nor did the Japanese soldiers continue to raise their guns at her.
When she reached the gate, she was confronted by the Japanese soldiers.
She said to the Japanese officer in the lead, “Good evening, the moon is beautiful. Mr. Yamamoto told me to tell you that there is no drinking tonight.”
The officer looked at her and then at Julie Kim, who was sitting in the back of the car, wearing a man’s suit.
He was hesitant.
He hesitated for a long time – probably a few minutes.
His hand was on the intercom, but he couldn’t decide what to do – like ask Mr. Yamamoto in the room for a word.
Mr. Yamamoto has been very intimidating lately… I guess this officer isn’t very willing to take that risk.
Zhu Yuyan’s eyes looked at him while looking at the gate, calculating the possibility and danger of breaking through the gate – very dangerous, very likely to be killed.
Once the gate was broken through, the Japanese soldiers would immediately realize that something was wrong.
They had more troops and weapons than just the group in front of the gate, they definitely had guns, and they would never be able to escape then.
This officer finally took his hand off the intercom and signaled for release.
–Chose to trust the password over asking Mr. Yamamoto again.
Great!
The gate slowly opened.
The car sped outward.
Zhu Yuyan turned the car onto the road with a thrilling flying turn.
Then with a kick of the gas, the car whined and sped away.
–It seems like she drove pretty well for her first time!