The Pretender--Liang Yan Dangshuanggui

Who can stop the young warrior from dying, they cannot hear.

1942. 4, 16

"Be sure to figure out all the procedures. Let the C group, which is especially good at the assassination work, dispatch the whole group, and the A group will provide support. Don't let inexperienced new offlines participate, just in case. All weapons and equipment needs , they will be fully equipped within two days..." Ming Lou walked around the room while talking.He had known for a long time that Wang Jingwei was about to arrive in Shanghai for a so-called work inspection, and the assassination mission had already been arranged.But he just learned of the specific process today, and this is not the final process.

Zhou Fohai had already shown his good intentions towards Chongqing. Without knowing who the people around him were sent by Chongqing, he actually discussed with several people about the protection of Wang Jingwei.Although Ming Lou wasn't one of them, he managed to figure out a little content by virtue of his relationship. The Secret Service Committee also had tasks in this security work, so he roughly calculated some of the itineraries that would appear.

"Brother, just two groups of people, will..."

"People from Hong Kong will also come to support them. The most important thing now is intelligence." Ming Lou secretly hated that his information was not comprehensive, and he couldn't formulate a good and perfect assassination plan. His head began to hurt in an instant. He had no choice but to put his hands on the desk in the study.

Ah Cheng quickly walked up to help him onto the sofa, then went to the dining room to get a glass of water, and he was relieved when he saw Minglou drink the medicine.He sat on the small sofa next to him, looked at Minglou who was rubbing his temples, "Brother, there is no way to rush, don't force yourself..."

Minglou raised his hand to interrupt him, but before he could speak, Wang Manchun came in with something in his hand.

When I took a closer look, I saw that there were two bowls of rice balls made of rice wine, which were A Xiang's handiwork.Wang Manchun put the bowl in front of the two of them, looked at Minglou's frown, and rubbed his temples.After a while, Minglou felt better and began to eat supper.Wang Manchun clasped his hands on his knees and tilted his head slightly.

"I don't know, I have a message here, whether it can help."

Ah Cheng raised his head while he was buried in his food, and glanced at Wang Manchun, but Minglou's hands didn't stop.He leaned back, finding a more comfortable position.

"Tell me."

"The department specializing in political reporting transferred two people the day before yesterday. These two people hadn't come to the newspaper to report since the afternoon of the day before yesterday, but they suddenly appeared again this afternoon." Wang Manchun smiled slightly, "People without professional training are always easy to report. From the words, they were assigned the task of interviewing Wang Jingwei's confidential secretary on April 4, and they were taken away for review."

"When I went to the administration department, I happened to find on the desk the two people's outing interview report, which was from April No. 20 to April 22. If they wanted to join the group, they would probably fit together. "

"The only downside may be that I don't know the specific place to stay, because they are also on standby at any time. I made an appointment with Liu Zheng tomorrow, maybe he will know more."

After Wang Manchun finished speaking, the study fell into a strange silence.Minglou put the bowl on the table, unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, and opened his tie a little.

"It's still useful."

"Liang Zhongchun has a shipment that will leave the port the night after tomorrow. I should meet him, do you want to?"

Minglou shook his head, "Even if he expresses his position now, he can still be used and cannot be trusted. Don't ask him about this kind of news. If something happens, it will be a big deal."

Afternoon of August 1942, 4

"So you don't even have a specific action plan now?"

"I was just ordered to strengthen training with Liang Zhongchun, and the intelligence office was also monitoring seamlessly 24 hours a day. The specific procedures would only be sent to me the night before that day."

Morning, August 1942, 4

Ah Cheng hurriedly ran into the office of the new government, just as he ran into the adjutant of the special high school who was out.

"Why is Mr. Mingcheng in such a hurry?"

Mingcheng stopped abruptly, took a deep breath, "Mr.'s cousin, Ms. Zhao, is getting married, and they are going to Hong Kong for vacation, and they want their sister-in-law to accompany them. Mr. Harada, you know, the current situation."

"Yes, I understand. I heard that Mrs. Ming was frightened in Hong Kong last time."

"When the sister-in-law received the call, she wanted to agree, and asked me to come and ask the husband for his opinion."

Harada nodded, and Ah Cheng stepped aside, "Mr. Harada, go slowly."

Ah Cheng walked into the office and gave Minglou the itinerary that Wang Manchun had just handed to him in his pocket.

"It seems that the dinner party in the evening is a good time."

Ah Cheng nodded, "I'm going to report the news to Falcon." After finishing speaking, he was about to go out, but suddenly turned around, "Brother, there is one more thing," he lowered his voice, "Mingtai and Yu Manli is getting married in Chongqing."

Then he was very satisfied to see that Ming Lou's hand holding the water glass was fixed in one place for at least five seconds, and the corner of his mouth curled up, "Finally, there is still good news."

"Just now, I used this to dismiss Harada. Next time, if there is something to do, don't let it slip."

"Got it." Ming Lou took a sip of tea and put the teacup back on the table.

The evening of July 1942, 4

Ming Jing was wearing a deep purple shawl and was reading a book of poems. Wang Manchun propped one hand on the elbow of the sofa, leaning sideways, flipping through the catalog of new products of the department store in his hand. It was just this afternoon. It was sent to the Ming Mansion, um, that's what Ah Xiang said.

Ming Jing looked at Wang Manchun, who was "sitting in a very unsightly posture", and endured it again and again.

"Ziqiu, if you're tired from work, go back and rest. Minglou can't come back now."

Wang Manchun looked up at the clock by the wall. It was only after seven o'clock. After thinking about it, she stood up and straightened her clothes.

"Sister, I'm going to rest for a while."

"En." Ming Jing nodded.

At eight o'clock, the radio blared familiar dance music.There is no task, Wang Manchun thought in his heart.

At almost nine o'clock, Wang Manchun finally heard the sound of a car driving into the Ming mansion.Looking from the window, Ming Lou almost walked in with a dragging pace.

Didn't work out?

Wang Manchun walked downstairs quickly.Just in time to meet Minglou before he entered the door.

What greeted her was a hug, with a slightly cold temperature in the early spring evening of April.Wang Manchun rested his head on Minglou's shoulder.

Ah Cheng walked in from the outside, saw this scene, coughed lightly, and Minglou gradually let go.

"Go to the study and talk."

The three entered the study together.

Ah Cheng turned over and closed the door, Minglou sat directly on the sofa, and Ah Cheng sat beside him frowning.

"Failed?"

"It didn't start at all." Ah Cheng said, "The precautions were too strict, and people were placed around the places that could be sniped. Every point was patrolled from time to time. We took a look and canceled the mission."

"That you……"

Ming Lou's eyes were always closed, and his lips were also tightly pressed.

"There are several progressive students... who have entered No. 76."

Not to mention the rest, Wang Manchun also understood that if he entered No. 76, it might be a bad luck.

After a long silence, Minglou stood up, walked to the desk and sat down, took out a pen, and scribbled on the paper the distribution of the situation in Shanghai.Wang Manchun walked to the table and watched him write recent events, one piece of paper, another piece of paper.He hasn't said a word since he entered the door.

He wrote a word, as if it took a lot of effort, when the clock outside rang again, Wang Manchun stepped forward and held his hand.

"It's time to sleep, you go wash up first."

Looking at the messy papers on the table, Ming Lou felt that his thoughts had become much clearer. He nodded and took out the copper basin for destruction from under the table.

"I'll burn it, you go to the room first."

Minglou really gave her the job of burning things, but he didn't leave, just stood there and watched.

Wang Manchun saw a piece of paper that said, "Who can stop the young warrior from dying."

She turned to Minglou and said, "Miyamoto Musashi? That's a Japanese. The original sentence should be a samurai."

"At the very least, they went to death because they had patriotic beliefs," Minglou said.

After burning the last one, she cracked open the window and walked back to the room holding Minglou's arm.

"Minglou, this was never your fault, as you said, it cannot be stopped."

"I know, and I never blamed myself for these things. But, at their age, they shouldn't have suffered so much."

Wang Manchun didn't know whether Minglou remembered Minglou and Ah Cheng when they were young, or Mingtai who almost died.

For the first time, she felt that this man also had a vulnerable side. After seeing so many killings and tricks, after experiencing so many deaths and traps, he would always be counted ahead of others, and escaped again and again. Time after time, victory after victory, yet keep the softness in his heart, for those he loves, for those worthy of respect.

She could only hold Minglou's cold hand and walk forward step by step.