German Communist Spy Shadow

He forgot his name. I haven't forgotten why I came to China. 1936, Shanghai. A German communist who lost his memory used profiling techniques from a Moscow training camp to sneak into the city that was about to fall. He had no idea what happened to him in Berlin in 1934. I don't know why the ring finger of my left hand was broken. I don't know who the eleven letters addressed to are hidden in that Enigma machine. But he knows how to read rebellion from the fine lines in the corners of a person's eyes. Know how to recognize a military command post from the wear and tear on the door frame. I know that I go to Richa Restaurant every Tuesday afternoon and wait for someone who will never come again. The German consulate said he was a businessman. The underground party of the Chinese Communist Party called him "Nightingale". In the military command interrogation room, he asked: "What do you want to know from me?" —— I forgot the name. But the hand remembers the mission.