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Undercurrents in Shanghai: the Battle Between Radio and Silence
In the winter of 1937, the Shanghai Concession was gasping for breath on the edge of war. Su Ming, the deaf shop owner of "Minghan Tailor Shop", uses an old-fashioned radio in the attic to receive wavelengths that ordinary people can't hear. His world has been dead since he was injured three years ago, but when his fingertips stroke the texture of the newspaper and his eyes scan the wear and tear of the customer's collar, he can "hear" a message more dangerous than the sound. Tonight, an unusual
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Countercurrent: Spy Island
In the autumn of 1937, the smoke of the Battle of Songhu still lingered. The Shanghai Concession became an "isolated island" with undercurrents surging. Mechanical engineer Shen Qingyuan returned from Nanyang and wanted to serve the country with technology, but was forced to get involved in a secret espionage war between various forces. He must use gears, radio waves and lies to protect a secret passage to the rear in the multiple cracks between the Japanese invaders, No. 76, Military commanders
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Wanjie Live Broadcasting System Is Successfully Bound
The iron door slowly opened. The dazzling sunlight shone into the dark cell. Lin Bei squinted his eyes and curled up into a sneer. Three years. He was locked up in this hellish place for three whole years, just because of the frame-up of the so-called "brother" Li Hao - an economic case that he had never done. "Lin Bei, you can leave." The prison guard handed over a plastic bag expressionlessly, "Your personal belongings." Lin Bei took the bag, which contained only a worn-out mobile phone and a
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After Awakening, I Traveled Back to the Novel I Wrote
Lin Bei was woken up by a basin of cold water. The cold liquid flowed down his cheeks. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw a gray ceiling. The incandescent lamp above his head flickered on and off, making a "sizzling" sound of electricity. The air was filled with the smell of rust and blood, and there was a faint rustling sound of something crawling on the wall in the distance. "Newcomer, don't pretend to be dead when you wake up." A hoarse voice came from the side. Lin Bei turned his head and l
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