In the pouring autumn rain of 1937 in Shanghai, Lin Qiusheng, a young teacher at Nanyang Middle School in the French Concession, folded the third page of the "Declaration" into a paper boat, and was soaked in cold sweat with the news printed in type "The Jiangou freighter was attacked." He looked at the three empty seats in the back row of the classroom - they were progressive students who had been taken away by the Japanese military police three days ago. The ticking sound of the transmitter on the second floor of the cheongsam shop shocked the rain. The thirty-seven-year-old Central Special Branch liaison officer finally took the faded copper key and walked towards the dawn destined to be soaked in blood.
In the smell of formalin in the morgue of Siming Government Office, Lin Qiusheng witnessed the peeled off fingernails of Lao Wu, the head of the underground printing factory. When the whip soaked in salt water hit the old gunshot wound on his chest for the third time, he vaguely saw his fiancée Ye Mingxia adjusting the collar of his tunic suit for the last time, and the bullet scar looming under the collar of the rouge-colored cheongsam. "Comrade Qiu Sheng, remember the gardenia at Contact Point No. 3." Her last words followed her into the waves of the Huangpu River and were forever frozen in the late winter of 1935.
As the Japanese army "cleared the countryside" of the Iron Curtain approached, Lin Qiusheng escorted 23 patriotic students across the blockade and personally entrusted the infant orphans of the martyrs to the boat girls. The moonlight over the reeds of the Suzhou River illuminated the blood-stained "Communist Manifesto" in the inner pocket of his military uniform. On the yellowed title page, the pen words were still new: "Wish to be Prometheus and steal fire from the world." On the night of the Jingzhe in 1941, Lin Qiusheng, carrying important information, lit the warning beacon on the top of the Longhua Tower. The moment the bullet penetrated his lungs, he tightened the red ribbon under the copper bell on the eaves of the tower and swallowed the code book into his throat with his last strength.
