The Third Secret Message

His name is Shen Huaian. Interpreter of Matsumoto Agency. I walk in and out of the gray building every day, nodding to the military police, smiling with my colleagues, going home to eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles, and coaxing my five-year-old daughter to sleep. Everyone thought he was an ordinary, harmless civilian earning a Japanese salary. But hidden in the barrel of the Parker pen was a note pierced with the tip of a needle that no one but him could read. Tokyo secret telegram, Kwantung Army exercises, summer clothes and anti-malarial drugs transported to the south - he put the pieces together piece by piece in the dark and put together a map. There is a direction drawn on that map. And that direction will bring... The question is: can he make it out alive?