In the winter of 1938, artillery fire raged outside Jiangling City. The Translation and Electronics Section received an intercepted secret message stating that the Japanese "Sakurai Research Institute" would transport a batch of Warring States bronzes via waterway within three days. No one in the whole subject could solve it. I was the only one who stared at the string of garbled characters, and the arrangement rules automatically appeared in my mind - I heard myself saying: "Give me two hours." The price was that when I woke up the next day, I couldn't even read the commander's hand gesture orders, and was treated as an arrogant waste by my comrades. Hou Jinkui put the gun into my hand: "Girl, tell me before deciphering next time, so that I can wake you up in advance." But the intelligence was leaked and we were ambushed. The sacrificed man fell next to the cultural relic box, his blood seeping into the thousand-year-old bronze pattern. Lu Huaishan told me in a low voice: "There is a mole in the action team, but you can't ask or check - a single line sinks to the bottom, and a broken line is an island." I could only continue to decipher. Every time you squeeze your talent, it's like pouring broken glass into your brain. Hidetoshi Kawada's passwords are getting crazier and crazier. He deliberately leaves loopholes waiting for me to take the bait. Shen Jinglan blocked a shot for me and fell into the mud in the spring rain: "Counsel Chen, if you use yourself to die again... Who will break the last telegram?" I held her blood, and before my second cognitive collapse, I drew the location of the Japanese military cultural relics warehouse on the map - that was the result of my final sobriety. Bai Muqing stood in the dark and smiled at me: "Do you think protecting cultural relics is victory? If you lose this battle, you can't keep anything." I don't believe it. I will use this code to snatch back the things that belong to this land one by one.
