Chapter Thirty-two: The Truth Behind the Abduction

  Strau was depressed, he had been locked up here for more than a week, but except for a mute old man who brought him food, Strau hadn't seen anyone else, and even who kidnapped himself, he couldn't figure it out. But no matter what, being alive is the most important thing, being able to open his eyes and breathe in fresh air on the second day, this was Strau's greatest wish now.

  The moon was shining on the treetops, and Strou couldn't sleep, so he crouched down under the window that had been nailed shut with wooden planks to gaze at the moon. These people were really despicable, in order to prevent Strou from escaping, they had actually nailed the door and windows shut with wooden planks, if not for fear of Strou starving to death, there wouldn't even be a small hole left at the bottom of the door for passing food and taking out the chamber pot. Strou fished out a dry, hard bun from his pocket and nibbled on it for a bit, this was Strou's reserve for escaping, but he had never found an opportunity to escape, so the dried buns he had saved up became his evening snack.

  Suddenly, Strou turned around and pounced on the kang, there was a movement outside the window, it must be like the last few times, someone came to spy on him while he was asleep. With his eyes slightly open, Strou could clearly see that there were people standing outside the window, and not just one. After about a few minutes, Strou, who had been pretending to sleep, felt that the gaze that had been staring at him had disappeared, and the person spying on him should have left.

  Strauss, of course, would not let go of such an opportunity. He quietly got down from the kang and pressed his ear against the window to eavesdrop on the outside sounds, all the sounds that were useful to himself. The person who had just spied on him did not leave the yard so quickly, Strauss wanted to analyze through their conversation which force he was kidnapped by.

  The people outside the window did not think that Strou had been pretending to be asleep. This foreigner has been caught for a week, and every night someone peeks through the window to observe his situation. It seems that this foreigner is still very obedient. As Strou guessed, there was more than one person outside the window, and they were chatting in Japanese. Strou is an oddity in the CIA, he can fluently use English, German, Chinese and Japanese, and can also write ancient poetry in Chinese.

  He was actually caught by the Japanese, and Straus's old face turned red. When he was first caught, he had calculated in his mind the forces that had captured him, thinking of Germany and China, but unexpectedly overlooked this unremarkable Japan. Since the Japanese army entered Beijing, the CIA has strictly ordered all undercover agents in China to focus their work on the Japanese, but Straus is a veteran agent, possibly due to the influence of great power ideology in his mind, anyway, Straus had never taken these little Japanese guys seriously.

  "Hey Ono, let's just kill this foreigner, keeping him here will only cause trouble later." A hoarse voice entered Strou's ears, causing his heart to hang in suspense. It seemed that these Japanese people had murderous intentions towards him.

  "Inoue, it's not the right time yet. The people upstairs have already searched this foreigner's residence and found nothing. For now, keeping him is still useful. When to do what, the higher-ups will naturally notify us. Our task for now is to keep an eye on this foreigner." A cold voice rang out, and Inoue, who had spoken earlier, immediately fell silent. It seemed that this person called Ono was his superior, or at least someone who could control him.

  After hearing Ono's words, Strath couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart. It seemed that the Japanese had already found their own residence, but he himself didn't have any connection with the Japanese. What was the reason for these Japanese to take him as their target? Calmly listening to Ono and others' conversation, Strath thought silently in his heart about his words and actions before being caught, wondering if he had inadvertently revealed his identity.

  But Strouth repeatedly replayed in his mind like a movie, filtering through all the people he knew, and didn't think of any unusual places. Suddenly, a word popped up in the conversation between Xiao Ye and Jing Shang outside the window - film, which made Strouth startled, could it be that they were caught because of that Japanese reporter?

  Strauss remembered that the Japanese journalist was already dead, and Strauss didn't even know the journalist's name. He only knew his profession and nationality from the diary left behind by the journalist. It was three days before Strauss was captured, and on this day he happened to return from an external consultation just in time to see the young man come for medical treatment. Looking at the wound on his abdomen, it should have been caused by a rifle bullet. Due to lack of timely treatment, the wound had become festering, and the internal organs in the abdominal cavity were also infected. In other words, this young man would soon be dead.

  The young man who came in injured was extremely weak at the time, and after listening to Strou's account of his injuries, he fainted. Strou, who had no other choice, temporarily left the young man in his clinic. He thought that after giving him medicine to relieve the pain, he could send this plague away, but heaven has unpredictable winds and clouds. The young man who moved into Strou's clinic unexpectedly did not recover from his illness and died the next day.

  No one knew his identity or address, so Stroux had to pay out of pocket to have the body sent to a church with a free cemetery. It wasn't until he was gathering the young man's belongings that Stroux discovered he had saved a Japanese journalist, and a war correspondent at that. The Japanese journalist left behind very little: just a camera, several rolls of film, and a notebook written in Japanese. These worthless items were all stored away by Stroux with his good friend, Pastor Tell.

  Sterling's mind was like a stormy sea, he had only helped the young Japanese journalist out of his duty as a doctor, but never thought that it would be this already dead journalist who would land him in prison. Was it possible that the Japanese who caught him were after the legacy left by the journalist? Sterling's brain was now completely messed up, as a seasoned CIA operative he had been kidnapped for something unrelated, if this got out his reputation would be ruined.

  The conversation between Shino and Iori in the courtyard had stopped, and Strath thought they had left, but the bloody smell drifting from the window made Strath's hair stand on end. After searching the room for a suitable tool, Strath took off his leather shoes and grasped them in his hand, the hard heel of which was also lethal. With a loud crash, the wooden board nailed to the window was broken by a heavy object, and a head wrapped in black cloth appeared, but before Strath could take a closer look, he used all his strength to strike it with the shoe heel.