When Lin Zhuozhou was selected into the "Dark Blade" from the Nanyang Machinery Corps, he only made one request: not to write his real name in his posthumous file. Tonight, he knelt in front of the graves of his comrades, with three dumb pills lying on his palms. After the fifth disguise, the vocal cords were permanently fragmented. But the plague recipe of the Kiku Organization is hidden in the brain of that woman - the youngest interrogator of the Japan Special High School, who once specialized in psychological defense at Tokyo Imperial University. Lin Zhuozhou tore off his face and replaced it with the face of a Japanese major. In the interrogation room, he could not beat or torture. He could only use classical phonology to dismantle the trap of the other party's mother tongue, and use the life and death ledger of overseas Chinese in Nanyang to defeat her logical defense. When the woman threw out the whereabouts of his biological mother, Lin Zhuozhou smiled. He knew that the outcome of this interrogation was already on the tip of his tongue - before he swallowed the fifth dumb pill, he wanted his opponent to tell him personally on which ship the Ju Agency's vaccine was hidden. The intelligence officers have no real names and no escape route.
Dip a rag into tung oil and apply a waxy yellow background on the cheekbones and jaw. The face in the bronze mirror has cheekbones as high as cliffs, eye sockets as deep as wells, and two ravines when the corners of the mouth are pulled down, like a terminally ill smoker. The cyan blue kimono worn by the Japanese businessman was empty on his body, with a section of white shirt exposed at the collar, like a living corpse that had just climbed out of the morgue. Han Chan stuffed the tung oil cloth into the bag, and took out the copper badge from the secret compartment of the interlayer - the pass of the Japanese translator. The front was engraved with the crooked Chinese characters "Interpreter Sato", and the back was an overprint of a cherry blossom pattern and a chrysanthemum pattern. The edges of the badge are polished and shiny, showing traces of aging caused by repeated rubbing with fine sandpaper. The new thing is too eye-catching. Baggage system
