Lin Wanzhou is a doctor of military industry who woke up and became a code translator for the enemy camp in Shanghai in 1937.
The Japanese asked her to decipher the coded message, and she deciphered it. Then she stuffed the information into a dead mailbox and sent it to those who needed it.
The Japanese asked her to check for the culprit. She checked for half a month and reported that "there were no suspicious persons" and burned the investigation materials.
No one knew that she carried a space with her that could make weapons and store supplies. She built an underground arsenal under the eyes of the enemy and used space to replicate the ammunition in the entire warehouse.
The section chief, Ichiro Watanabe, has a smiling face and invites her to drink sencha every day. The tea is tea, the problem is the knife.
"Shen Sang, what is the name of your guarantor in Osaka?"
She said a name. Watanabe smiled without revealing it.
He's reeling in the line. Take it slow, don't rush. The fish doesn't know pain yet.
It's so messed up that I can't understand it.