Lost Messenger

On April Fool's Day 2025, business investigation consultant Chen Yuanzhi received a letter without a sending address - a department store invoice from 1933, with the word "Hope" handwritten in the product column. An earthquake that night swept him into a rift in time and space. When he woke up, he was already in the bloody Shanghai of 1933. This is a city of spies: the Central Committee of the Kuomintang, the underground party of the Communist Party of China, the Japanese Consulate, the Soviet Comintern, the American OSS, the Korean exile group... All forces are intertwined and lick blood on the blade. The only bargaining chip in Chen Yuanzhi's hand is his vague historical memory. But he soon discovered that this was no accidental time travel. My great-grandfather Chen Huaian, who mysteriously disappeared ninety years ago, has a surprisingly similar trajectory to his own. Old K—the old man who is 108 years old in 2025—was waiting for him in the alley in 1933. And young Shen Manni looked at him as if she had known him her whole life. When Chen Yuanzhi used "future knowledge" to survive among many parties, he gradually came into contact with a terrible truth: he thought he was changing This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.