The Pretender--Liang Yan Dangshuanggui

The author has something to say: the plot is purely fictitious, for some arrangements, so some places do not conform to historical facts

April 1942

The night in the underground printing factory is never quiet. Since Yuan Yuan met Wang Manchun, she often came to the workshop on the second floor of the jewelry store. The small secret room inside is one of the strongholds of underground printing.Tonight, she came again.Ning Songbai never seemed to be surprised by the appearance of this woman. Basically, Yuan Yuan was brought into the organization by him and transferred to Shanghai at the same time, which gave him an unusual trust in her.What's more, Yuan Yuan is one of the regular contributors to underground newspapers.

Walking out of the closed small room, there are only sparse pedestrians left on the street outside. After all, it is almost the curfew time.Yuan Yuan put on the thin coat she had draped over a chair, and walked out of the jewelry store.

She is Wang Manchun's direct offline, but all she knows now is Wang Manchun's apparent identity.In this regard, the confidentiality work was undoubtedly achieved, but she was dissatisfied with why she only performed some trivial tasks during her one-year stay in Shanghai.She knew that some things should not be done, and some things could not be done, but in her heart, some desires were too urgent.

She longs for revenge.

She longed to put to death the Japanese who had taken her family property and the lives of her relatives, and she also knew that that person was in Shanghai now.The news headlines she had just seen at the printing factory showed exactly that.The executioner who committed crimes in her hometown has been transferred to Shanghai.

She couldn't see any stars tonight.She still remembers the feeling of the warm sunshine in Paris, the fragrance of the green grass after the rain, the joy when she received the letter from home, and the anger and hatred when she received the bad news.After graduating in Paris, she was supposed to be a lady, preaching and teaching.She yearned for revolution and freedom, but she never thought of walking in such a dark night and being careful every step of the way.

She longs to send the mastermind of it all to hell.

Now finally has a chance.

Wang Manchun's afternoon was very unusual.

Firstly, the counterfeit currency issued two days ago had countermeasures against counterfeit currency this afternoon, and then I had to start writing my manuscript again because a cup of black tea was soaked, and finally I received a warm invitation from Shen Yuanyuan, a reporter.She invited herself to go shopping for summer clothes together.

She looked at the weather outside, it was gloomy, she opened the window to feel it, it was sultry.What a fine day for shopping.

She went downstairs from the newspaper office at 03:30 in the afternoon, but Yuan Yuan was already waiting downstairs.She wore a blue dress today, looking youthful and beautiful.Wang Man did not dare to try this color and style three years ago.In front of this young little soldier, I feel that time is not forgiving.

"Sister Zuiqiu."

The corners of Wang Manchun's mouth turned up, "Have you waited long?"

Yuan Yuan took her arm, acting like a child clinging to her sister, "Sister Zuiqiu, let me go shopping with me today, I'm planning to buy some clothes, there will be a dance in two days."

Department stores never seem to lack consumers because of the sweltering summer heat.Wang Manchun stood in front of the counter and looked at a pair of dark blue cuffs. Through the glass, he couldn't tell what material it was, but he felt that it matched a piece of Minglou's clothes very well.After paying and packing, Yuan Yuan had already bought a small dress.

The two sat in the cafe, and Wang Manchun slowly drank a cup of milk tea.Seeing Yuanyuan's fingers constantly fighting with each other, she put the cup on the table.

"What are you doing today? You should know that you can't contact me casually."

Yuan Yuan seemed very conflicted, "I request that I carry out the task of assassinating Matsumoto Reeve."

Wang Manchun quickly remembered the identity of this person. A Japanese who had just been transferred to the Haisong Agency two days ago was said to be very good at making counterfeit money, and he was also on the assassination list.

"reason?"

"I can't tell."

"You should know what it means to perform your duties."

Of course Yuanyuan knew.She is mainly responsible for information transmission in this group, and the assassination task has always been handed over to the other two people.

"I have my own reasons, I just want to kill him with my own hands."

Wang Manchun picked up the cup and took a sip, and looked at her expressionlessly, "There are so many reasons in this world. To be honest, I don't really want to know your reasons. But you have to know, It is impossible to approve your application." She put down her cup and looked at the pale face of the woman opposite, "Let's not say that your major is not in this area, even if it is in this area, you have no plan, and you have not applied for an assistant. Do you think you can directly kill the closely guarded high-ranking officials?" At the end, Wang Manchun tried to lower his voice.

Yuan Yuan felt that she felt a different kind of cold in summer.

"If there is such an order, I will tell you." Wang Manchun tidied up the cheongsam on her body, and moved her ankles that were already tired from wearing high heels.

"You have to be clear about discipline and the importance of yourself. You were not trained to be buried with a Japanese." Wang Manchun said before leaving.

Minglou still has a lot of clothes.Wang Manchun stood in front of the wardrobe and thought secretly.Although most of them are black and white, the dark lines of the clothes are also different.She put the tie she bought in the afternoon back into the drawer of the closet, compared the dark blue cuffs with the shirt, and muttered softly that she might buy a pair of black turquoise next time.

She also thought of Yuan Yuan's mission request in the afternoon. She generally knew Yuan Yuan's background, which had been investigated and sent to her before.Naturally, she also knew how much hatred Yuan Yuan had, but letting a person with intelligence skills who could only protect himself to play assassination was probably the same as sending someone to death.Besides, this person has already arrived in Shanghai, and it will be a long time. One day, he will die in Shanghai.

When Minglou entered the room, what he saw was Wang Manchun standing blankly in front of the closet, with one hand clutching the sleeve of her shirt and the other holding something.When he got closer, he saw clearly that it was a pair of cuffs.

Minglou walked around her, picked up the book on the bedside, and sat on the sofa outside to read it slowly.Wang Manchun closed the closet door, sat next to him, and looked straight at him.Minglou, who finally saw it, sighed and turned his head.

"You said that it is right or wrong to prevent a person from taking revenge when she is incapable of taking revenge."

"Did you stop Yuan Yuan from killing Matsumoto?"

"how do you know."

Minglou snorted secretly, "Ah Cheng investigated her when she first appeared in Shanghai, including her background, why she suddenly returned to China, and some political backgrounds. I'm sorry, but I happened to intervene in you again."

Wang Manchun rolled his eyes at him helplessly, "So, do you think it's better to follow her heart and kill Matsumoto or wait for the right time?"

"You have already said to wait for the time, and you still come to ask me?"

Wang Manchun leaned back on the sofa. She knew that part of the reason why Yuan Yuan joined the organization was for revenge. Such people are not uncommon in the whole of China. They have beliefs and strengthen their beliefs. Time will destroy them too.

She curled her lips and stopped talking. She just hoped that this subordinate would not do anything impulsively.

The moonlight shone on Wang Manchun's loose hair from the undrawn curtains, casting a hazy color on it.Minglou felt that he could no longer keep his eyes on the book in his hand.He coughed and sat closer to Wang Manchun.

Ah Cheng pushed the door open and walked in at this time, Ming Lou could only cough again and sat back in his original seat.

"I received the news that Zhou Fohai sent someone to Chongqing."

Minglou immediately stood up from the sofa, "Really?"

Ah Cheng nodded again, "It is said that he brought the latest counterfeit currency template and some information that we cannot access."

Wang Manchun saw a big smile on Minglou's mouth. She also knew that this might be good for the situation in Shanghai, so she smiled slightly while sitting on the sofa.

"After nearly a year of operation, we finally waited for the day when he clearly took sides. Although we didn't instigate him to turn against us, it's good for the confrontation after all." Minglou's tone was a little excited.He quickly calmed down again, and said to Ah Cheng: "Some things have to be redeployed, come with me to the study." After finishing speaking, he walked out of the room.

Wang Manchun looked at his watch, the pointer pointed to eight o'clock.The book Minglou just read is still slumped on the sofa, as if waiting for the reader to turn to the next page.

On that page it says:

I have a feeling that everyone is going the same way.

All toes point in the same direction.

You can exit, but not retrograde.

a few days later.

Ah Cheng drove to a small house in the suburbs, and helped a woman down from the back seat.It's Yuan Yuan.She was biting her lip tightly, as if she was enduring some great pain.If you look closely, you can see that her right arm is bleeding continuously.She was not dressed in a usual skirt today, but was wearing neat clothes, and her uninjured hand was tightly covering the wound, but she hadn't put down the gun in her hand.

an hour ago.

"Please show your documents."

Ah Cheng looked around, took out his ID from his pocket and handed it to the Japanese soldier who was checking.But I saw a person coming out of it.After taking back the documents, he hurried up to meet them.

"Mr. Matsumoto."

Seeing him coming, Matsumoto nodded to him, "Mr. Mingcheng." He obviously remembered Okamura Muya's emphatic introduction to Ah Cheng when they first met, and the indestructible brotherhood between him and Minglou.

"Mr. has a temporary press conference this afternoon. This is the analysis of this month's currency system. Mr. asked me to send it to you."

Matsumoto signaled to the secretary beside him to take the document in Ah Cheng's hand.

"Mr. Minglou's attainment in economics is one of the few in China. I naturally believe that he will give a perfect economic analysis report. As his assistant, Mr. Mingcheng must have his own knowledge of Shanghai's economy." view."

Ah Cheng smiled, "Don't dare, I'm just my husband's secretary, and I don't have a deep understanding of the economy."

"Mr. Mingcheng is too modest. I have something to go to the consulate..."

"You are busy with your work, I am going back to work..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a gunshot.Matsumoto's secretary fell down, and the Japanese soldiers at the door quickly surrounded Matsumoto and Acheng, and some of them shot in the direction of the bullet.

Ten minutes later, a Japanese soldier ran over and said that no suspicious person had been caught, and that all nearby places had been searched.

Matsumoto glanced disdainfully at the secretary lying next to him, and said in a low voice: "Incompetent." Then he turned to Ah Cheng and said, "Mr. Mingcheng was shocked, it was my fault for loosening the mechanism."

Ah Cheng looked at Matsumoto and said to himself calmly, "It's nothing serious, since I'm fine, I'll leave first."

After getting into the car, Ah Cheng took a deep breath, the bullet just now flew past him.When he walked over just now, he found a slight bloodstain on the parking lot. If he failed in the assassination and wanted to escape, what route would he choose, he secretly thought.

He grew up in Shanghai, and he is also familiar with some small alleys where people can hide.After driving out of the Japanese sphere of influence, he stopped at an alley not far away.If he remembered correctly, there is a particularly narrow alley in the alley, which is piled up with groceries all the year round.He walked to the entrance of this unremarkable alley, opened the covering straw curtain, and saw a person curled up there.He looked around, no one was there.He approached to see who it was, but when his hand almost touched the opponent's clothes, someone grabbed his wrist and made a grappling.He quickly broke free and was about to counterattack, but found that the person in front of him was Yuan Yuan, one sleeve of his clothes was soaked in blood, and his face was as pale as a ghost.

Ah Cheng took a step closer, lowered his voice and said to her, "Why are you here?"

Yuan Yuan bit her lip and didn't say a word.

Ah Cheng could only cover her wound sideways, felt her struggle slightly, and said to her: "You can trust me." Then he helped her into his car and drove towards the suburbs.

After helping Yuan Yuan to the small bedroom on the second floor of the house, Yuan Yuan was about to faint from the pain.This small house is one of the safe houses in Shanghai, with only a small amount of necessary medicines and food.Ah Cheng found them and sat back beside Yuan Yuan.

"Is the bullet still in there?"

Yuan Yuan broke out in a cold sweat, unable to say a word, she could only nod her head.

Ah Cheng started to cut off the sleeves of her clothes completely, and cleaned up the blood from her wound. Fortunately, he found that the bullet was not buried deep.After he took out the bullet and bandaged it with good medicine, Yuan Yuan still seemed to be a little awake.

Ah Cheng packed up her bloody clothes, took out a men's robe and a hat from the cabinet, and put them beside her.He didn't speak, just sat there.Time passed by, and Yuan Yuan finally woke up completely. Her voice was still a little hoarse, and she said to Ah Cheng, "Thank you."

Ah Cheng thought about a lot of things in this not too long time.He knew the identity of the woman in front of him. She had no backup and no good retreat plan for this assassination. If he hadn't wanted to find this assassin, she might have died under that straw curtain. .But he can't say too much, he can only attribute today's incident to a help to his former student.

He said to her in a cold voice: "Before you die, you'd better think clearly."

Yuan Yuan stared at him with wide eyes, as if she could see his heart from his appearance, Ah Cheng was a little flustered.

"Thank you for saving me." She swayed and tried to stand up.

Ah Cheng stood up first, and said, "Put on these clothes, and I'll take you home." After speaking, he walked out of the room.

Yuan Yuan sat back on the bed again, put on the clothes Ah Cheng found with difficulty, and carefully hid her hair.Gritting his teeth, he stood up, looked at Ah Cheng who was waiting for him outside the door, smiled weakly, and said to himself: At least he saved himself.