He has three masks, three handwritings, and three lives.
Shen Yan is a capable translator in front of the Japanese, a dutiful clerk in the Wang Puppet Office, and a usable chess piece on the military command list - any flaw in any aspect can be fatal.
In the year of the fall, a warm copper coin was placed on his window sill: the person who put the money came from the house, but took nothing. Late at night on the radio, someone read out four numbers.
The mask will crack if worn for a long time. When every piece of intelligence may be a bait, who sees the crack first, the enemy or one of our own?
