Cinnabar-dyed celadon

That night, the Japanese Navy Fleet stationed in Shanghai received a telegram to attack five Chinese cargo ships.Five cargo ships disappeared off the coast of Wusongkou, Shanghai.

At the same time as the ship sank, a private house in Shanghai was attacked by armed forces and was engulfed in flames.

All the people in the houses were spared, and there were no bones left.

A week later

Allen Cafe.

In front of Ah Cheng, there was a glass of Espresso.

That night, when he finally rushed into the courtyard with the action team, Zhu Sha was sitting on the ground with his back leaning against a pillar.He seemed to be injured, but in the dim light, he couldn't see his face clearly.

"Cinnabar!" Ah Cheng lowered his voice and hugged her body, "Is the injury serious?"

"Ah Cheng, this is... information, you evacuate immediately." She avoided talking, but just stuffed a miniature camera into his palm, and then shook his hand tightly. "Yamamoto, it's over."

Her hands were icy cold.

"What about you?" My heart twitched for no reason.

"I'll stay. Wait for Ying Zuo to come." Zhu Sha seemed to smile, "Let's go, here is not far from the gendarmerie..."

"it is good."

At that time, he agreed without thinking too much, time did not allow him to hesitate, and she really couldn't leave.But just after leaving the small courtyard and bypassing an alley, the sound of an explosion sounded behind him.Red light soared into the sky.

then……

no more then...

He guessed Zhu Sha's hint correctly, and based on that game of chess, he found the small courtyard hidden in the center of Shanghai, but in the end, he failed to guess her final plan.

When he stepped out of the small courtyard, he was already thinking about what to bring to the Army Hospital to "consolate" her, which would be appropriate.

But she has chosen to die generously.

He dare not think, why?

"Sir, this is what the Japanese lady left for you." The waiter came over with a book and handed it to Ah Cheng.

"For me?" Ah Cheng's voice trembled slightly.

"Yes, the Japanese lady said, if my husband comes to our cafe alone, I will give you this book."

Ah Cheng took the book, it was a collection of poems, Shelley's "Poems of the Lonely", a Chinese version reprinted by Shumaidfang.

Ah Cheng's heart twitched suddenly, and he drank the cold coffee in front of him in one gulp.Throwing down the money, he walked out of the cafe quickly.

For the first time, Ah Cheng felt that the journey home was so long that his eyes gradually blurred.

In the stomach, there was a burning pain.

It seems to be home, followed by endless vomiting.Overwhelmed, I just want to spit out everything in my body.

Very cold, very tired, so tired that he didn't want to stand up for the first time, so he fell heavily on the cold tiles.

Loner

She, it turned out, was his comrade in arms.

He remembered that after a mission, he asked her if she had nothing to do to block the bullet for him at the beginning, she laughed and said that her coat couldn't wrap him around him, and when he was serious, she would be serious too Look, said: "We are comrades in arms."

At that time, all he thought in his mind was that after all, we have different positions.

But don't want

It turned out that she was really his comrade in arms.

"Brother, this is... this is left by Zhu Sha, the military commander's list of lurking spy personnel of our party." Ah Cheng handed a document to Minglou.The hand-knitted scarf, bordered with gold thread, was Morse code.And the codebook, that one, Poetry of the Lonely.

That collection of poems was the last way the organization left for the lost agents.Once he loses contact with the organization, the agent automatically enters a dormant state, waiting for the organization to contact him, or, as a last resort, use the book of poems to contact someone he thinks is his comrade.And any lurking person, once receiving this collection of poems during the lurking process, must immediately report to the party organization, and the screening of the owner of the collection of poems will start automatically.

Zhu Sha is an independent agent of the military command, and she is proficient in all the abilities required for spy work.Telecom password, of course.

Acheng mastered the two-way radio station for the party organization and the military command, and let the radio station in his hands play the greatest role under the double interception of the Japanese and puppets. Naturally, he is also a master of telecommunications.

The order for the Japanese navy to attack the freighter came from him.

The codebook was intercepted by Zhongtong, and it was mediated into his hands through special channels.Ah Cheng has always done these things very well.

It was he who sent the decisive telegram.

Rhythm, technique, strength, and his disguise are flawless.

After discovering that the golden wire was Morse code, he studied the poetry book.

Deciphering that list is that cipher, that collection of poems, and the final mission.

Minglou picked it up but didn't look at it. Half a month ago, he was called home by Ah Xiang's phone call, and saw his younger brother standing upright in front of him lying unconscious on the bathroom floor.In the pool, patches of bright red are shocking.

He burned for a whole night, but the next morning, he got up on time like every morning in the past, and said to him: "Brother, don't worry, I can hold on. It's time to go to work."

Two months after that, he never mentioned the name Zhu Sha again.

They later found out that the Chiba family and the Yamamoto family had made an agreement on family marriage.

Yamamoto Kosuke is arrogant and conceited, and has a strong desire to control.

Therefore, even if it is the object of family marriage that they have never met, they try their best to control it.

And the upper echelons of the military have known for a long time that the Japanese want to use Yamamoto to create poisonous gas;

I have known for a long time that the first stop of Yamamoto to China was Shanghai.

Her cover identity was the result of careful selection by the Military Command Bureau.

So of course, she knew she was going to be taken.

Even if she took ten thousand steps back and the person who came was not Yamamoto, her identity would still be safe.

If her life is not mentioned in this transaction, the military commander will surely make a profit without losing money.

After all, she is also a pawn.

She detonated the small courtyard before Kagezuo Shakiaki arrived. As a result, the new generation of Yamamoto and Chiba's family died in Shanghai, leaving no bones left.Coupled with her extremely intensive assassination operations before, without their hands, the Japanese military would be dissatisfied with Kagesa Haraaki, and even lose trust in his ability.

For any agent, it would not be very good if his professional ability was doubted and his fate would end.

It is safer than killing Ying Zuo directly.

For him, for Ah Cheng.

After all, the position of Yingzuo is too sensitive.It is too easy to touch the nerves of the Japanese.

Almost perfect design, but too ruthless.

She plotted against Ying Zuo, plotted against Ah Cheng, and plotted against herself.

Although intuition, a person like her would not kill her life so easily.

But if she is alive, even if she is sent by the military commander to feign death and escape, she should leave traces so that they can trace the contact.

Returning to the organization is like a tired bird returning to its nest for a lost contact agent, and she will never give up just like that.

And with her ability, he believed that as long as she wanted to, this trace would definitely be left behind.

Just like the gold thread trim on the scarf.

Just like, the poem for the lonely man, he believed that even if Ah Cheng didn't go to that cafe, it would reach him safely in another way.

These days, Ah Cheng didn't mention it, and he didn't say it, just because no matter what, this was a wound in Ah Cheng's heart.

When it comes to pain, people will subconsciously avoid it, even he and Ah Cheng who insist on moving forward in the dark are no exception.

He didn't dare to think about whether there was a more worrying secret hidden behind Zhu Sha's choice of such a seemingly unworthy way to die.He forced himself to believe that her death was originally in her plan, and it was a dead end with no return.

But in the dark and silent night, even he would have some delusional expectations that she was still alive.

What's more, Ah Cheng?

However, every time at this time, he would ask himself, even if she is still alive, so what?

With the flames of war raging, she couldn't help herself.

"Ah Cheng, you've worked hard." Gently patted his younger brother's thin shoulder, Minglou was speechless.

A month later, Yingzuo Zhenzhao was transferred from Shanghai. Although he was promoted to Lieutenant General, it was difficult for him to have a chance to dominate.Losing the trust of the Japanese military, he was finally depressed, contracted tuberculosis, and ended his sinful life in the hospital.The Mei Agency, which was rampant in Shanghai for a while, has gradually lost its limelight because of this.In the same month, Keiichi Tanaka, the Japanese Consul General in Shanghai, was found smuggling prohibited items and died by caesarean section in his own office of the consulate.

Minglou and Mingcheng are still fighting.

This road is destined to belong to the lonely. Life is precious to everyone, but it is insignificant compared to this picturesque country, and it is like a drop in the ocean compared to this rolling history.They know that one day, they too will fall, and like cinnabar, they will be silently covered up by dust, their names covered up their merits and demerits.

But as long as you live worthy of looking up to the sky and bowing down to the ground, you will have no regrets in this life.

The author has something to say: This is the last chapter of the main text, so I should say something after thinking about it. There are very few people who comment, and I don’t know how many people like cinnabar.In fact, I know that the character Zhu Sha does not fit the image of a good match in many people's minds, but she is an obsession in my heart. I always feel that the woman who can stand beside Ah Cheng will definitely be able to walk side by side with him and be able to stand in this place. Preserving herself under many crises allows Ah-cheng to love her without worrying about the environment she is in.Don't worry about implicating her, don't worry that one day, she will die innocently because of herself.Thus, there is cinnabar.In short, I still hope that everyone can like cinnabar.

After two months, I will come back to write a long story about Zhu Sha and Ah Cheng.

☆, postscript

The night was dark.

Ah Cheng fell ill, and Ming Lou felt that his workload had more than doubled all of a sudden.Ah Cheng is meticulous and capable, and has always been more comfortable than him in these trivial matters.

Sighing, he put down the official document in his hand, thinking about going to Ah Cheng's room to see him.It was just a rainy autumn the day before yesterday, and I changed clothes and drank ginger soup when I came back, but I didn't want to burn in the middle of the night.One second he accompanied him to approve documents, and the next second he was leaning on the sofa unconscious.This fever has lasted for two days, and I wanted to keep him company, but it is inevitable that he needs to communicate on the phone for office work, which is inconvenient after all.

What happened in his childhood made Ah Cheng learn to read people's eyes early on, learn to knock out his teeth and swallow them in his stomach, and almost never complain.Over the years of bullets and bullets, Ah Cheng's backlog of ups and downs is no less than his.He is suffering, so he can confide in Ah Cheng, even when his temper comes up, it is inevitable to take Ah Cheng to anger.But Ah Cheng, but always just endured everything silently.Even if he was injured, he had to act as if nothing had happened, and continue to fight with him, even if the wound was dripping with blood, he could only rely on medicine to relieve the pain, and he could not reveal the slightest flaw.Since the incident two months ago, he has tolerated it a hundred times more than before.

It's good to vent out this disease.This child, how long has it been since he indulged himself in a good illness?On that day two months ago, he had already prepared his words to deal with the Japanese, but he was slightly pale, and accompanied him to work with a very firm attitude.He was still the long-sleeved, good at dancing, and slick Secretary-General Ming.

The moment he pushed open the door of Ah Cheng's room, Minglou sensed that something was wrong. He was not as skilled as Ah Cheng, but he reacted immediately.

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the woman sitting beside Ah Cheng's bed.

After a moment, he put down the gun again.

"Cinnabar." Minglou used an affirmative sentence

"It's me." The woman's hand was holding Ah Cheng's, without turning her head.

For the past two days, Ah Cheng has been in a coma, and can only infuse some nutrition and medicine through intravenous injections. There are several needle holes in his slender hands, and the back of his hands is bruised.

Minglou was inexplicably angry, even though he knew that for a person like her, life and death were not up to her to decide.

Even so, seeing Ah Cheng's bloodless lips and burning blushing cheeks, Minglou couldn't help being angry, clenched his fists tightly, and slowly let go after a while.

"The family members are trustworthy. If you are not in a hurry, just stay with him."

"Please call my superiors for me. The old man is dead, but his legacy remains. I hope God will bless you. The war is still alive. See you Mr. Wu again."

Minglou sighed, turned and walked out the door.

He shouldn't have kept her, just as she shouldn't have been here.

But in his heart, he couldn't help but say that sentence.

That's all, let Ah Cheng take a good rest.Let him take care of everything else.

When Ah Cheng woke up, he felt a little guilty.

He didn't know how long he had slept. He only knew that it must be a long time, and his elder brother would definitely be worried. More importantly, his elder brother had to bear the work in his hands.

In this situation, it is self-willed.

In this situation, it is not for him to recuperate.

Then when he blinked and tried to wake himself up, Ah Cheng froze.

Sitting next to him was a man, a woman.

Subconsciously, he wanted to sit up, but as soon as he propped up half of his body, his arms lost strength, and there was darkness in front of his eyes.

"Be careful." The woman's gentle voice sounded. "It's me, I'm here."

It was rare for Ah Cheng to be dazed for a moment.

"Cinnabar..." Shui Mi didn't grind his teeth for three days, and he had a high fever one after another. Ah Cheng's voice was so hoarse that he couldn't believe it.

"Yes, I'm here." The woman bent down and hugged Ah Cheng's body. "I'm not dead, I'm here."

Ah Cheng's trembling hands caressed her back, and he couldn't breathe for a while.

"Don't get excited." The woman choked with panic, and stood up to breathe for him. "I'll get you a glass of hot water."

"Don't go!" Ah Cheng tightly clasped Zhu Sha's wrist. Under the serious illness, it seemed that all the strength of his body was used on his hand.The body couldn't sit still and slid down.

"I won't go, I won't go." Zhu Sha felt sore, and helped him to lean on.

After a long time, Ah Cheng finally calmed down.

Minglou pushed the door open and entered.

In fact, he was there when Ah Cheng woke up, and Ah Xiang was sent out by him to go shopping early in the morning, and it would take a day to buy things scattered on a large sheet of paper.

"Brother." Ah Cheng habitually wanted to sit up when he saw Ming Lou entering the room, but was held down by Zhu Sha.

"Just wake up." Ming Lou put down the tray in his hand as if relieved. "The chicken soup that Ah Xiang made for you has added astragalus and skimmed off the oil. Drink a little later."

"Brother, I..." Ah Cheng drank a few sips of hot water at this moment, although his voice was still hoarse, he finally found his proper reason.

"I asked for leave for you," Ming Lou knew what Ah Cheng was worried about, and said. "Ah Xiang, I asked her to go shopping. Secretary Chen will pick me up in a while. I'll go to the Zhou mansion and be back at noon."

"Brother, be careful." Seeing that Ming Lou was not surprised by the existence of cinnabar, Ah Cheng would not be surprised either, if they hadn't reached an agreement.Cinnabar will not guard her until now.

"Well, take a good rest." Minglou nodded, turned and left.

After drinking the chicken soup, Ah Cheng seemed to be in better spirits. Zhu Sha sat beside him, but did not speak.The curtains could not be opened, and the room was slightly dark.

"When... are you leaving?" Ah Cheng finally spoke first.He is so familiar with the military command's intelligence system, he naturally knows that no matter what, it is impossible for Zhu Sha not to leave.

"The train at three o'clock in the afternoon." Zhu Sha looked at Ah Cheng's face, but tears couldn't stop flowing.The words of the former instructor rang in my ears. "Emotional, harm others and yourself."

"Don't cry." Ah Cheng smiled and reached out to wipe her tears.He was in pain, but why didn't she, who set up this trick, not in pain?Just like Minglou who asked Mingtai to assassinate him back then, even though he was forced, he still ruthlessly gouged out his heart with a knife.If it was really ruthless, how could it come?In this relationship, she invested more than herself.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Zhu Sha squeezed out a smile.He got up and walked to the basin, took some liquid from his handbag and washed his face with water. After 10 minutes, a strange face appeared in front of Ah Cheng.

There are many similarities with the original face, but it is definitely not the same person.

Miyoko's face is more seductive than the one in front of her.

The people in front of him were cleaner and more peaceful.

"I look very similar to Miyoko, so a little trick is enough to deceive the world." Zhu Sha explained with a smile, "This is my face. My name is..."

"Don't tell me." Ah Cheng interrupted her. "Not safe."

"I believe in you." Zhu Sha grabbed Ah Cheng's hand.

"I know, but, I'm afraid..." Ah Cheng shook his head. "I am content."

One sentence made the woman want to cry, but she remembered his words and kept her tears from falling.

"Take care of yourself. Let's wait until the day of victory." Ah Cheng suppressed the faint fishy sweetness in his throat, and stretched out his hand to embrace the woman in his arms. "I'll be waiting for you at Allen's Cafe, see you soon."