The moment blood spreads across the old photo, the memory begins to collapse.
I clutched the silver mask used by Zeng Yucheng to disguise himself, and put the muzzle of the gun against his disguised throat: "How many faces have you changed in the three encounters?" The code book in the secret pocket of the cheongsam was burning hot, but his palm, which smelled of gunpowder smoke, covered the trembling back of my hand: "The time limit for this disguise is for the rest of my life."
Purpose: sadomasochism in the Republic of China, the righteousness of the family and the country