1939, Shanghai.
A modern criminal investigation policeman died unexpectedly. When he woke up, he was in the body of Wen Jingxing, director of the Operations Section 76 of the Wang Puppet Agent Headquarters - and the real Wen Jingxing was shot in the forehead and fell at his feet.
The gun did not fire. Full of bullets. The murderer is in the dark.
Outside the door was the sound of the Japanese military police's boots, and inside the door was the snake-like gaze of deputy Zhou Jichuan. He does not have any memory of the original owner, but inherits all the enemies of the original owner.
What's even more deadly is that Wen Jingxing is being suspected of being an undercover agent in Chongqing, codenamed "Ting Feng."
And he is not.
He is just a stranger thrown into a pack of wolves. He must first figure out who Wen Jingxing is before anyone finds out that he is not Wen Jingxing.
Outside the window, the wonton stall was knocked twice, then three times.
That was a code that Wen Jingxing's body remembered but he didn't understand.
The night is deep. The blood is not cold yet. The hidden blade hides the edge, and thunder can be heard in the silent place.
