Autumn 1941, Chongqing. The water vapor on the river is steaming, the morning mist in the mountain city envelopes the whole city like a veil, and the outline of the distant mountains is looming, as if it's another world. This city, known as the "Fog City", was the political center during the war and a whirlpool of intertwined fates.
A small ship docked at the pier, carrying refugees, merchants and soldiers from all over the country, and Li Huaming was also among them. Wearing a dark gray gown and holding a slightly worn leather suitcase in his hand, he silently squeezed through the crowd. His eyes swept around, as if looking for something, and finally stopped at a small teahouse at the end of the pier.
There is a sign hanging at the door of the teahouse that reads "Yixin Pavilion". That was the destination of Li Huaming's trip - according to his tip, this teahouse was a secret stronghold of Chongqing's underground intelligence network. In wartime Chongqing, prosperity and turmoil coexisted, but undercurrents surged under the surface calm. Political games, espionage activities, and commercial battles were intertwined into a complex picture. At this time, a mysterious and cruel case was quietly unveiling its curtain.
After Li Huaming took his seat, he ordered a cup of jasmine tea. He asked Dr. Tea in a low voice: "I heard that there was a disturbing thing happening here recently?"
Dr. Tea paused while pouring tea, raised his eyes to look at him for a moment, then quickly lowered his head: "What do you want to hear, sir?"
