Potential Front: Eighteen Years of Spring Water

1932, Shanghai. On the eve of the January 28th Incident, the modern soul fell into the French Concession, and Jinshikai became the bottom class of the public concession. A transparent panel that only you can see, with only three assistances: historical retrieval, micro-expression reference, and sand table deduction. Unable to predict the future, in-depth deduction results in headaches, nosebleeds, and temporary blindness, and computing power cannot predict the good and evil of people's hearts. Concession patrol, isolated island hidden pile, deputy director of the No. 76 Investigation Section, deputy director of the Military Command Shanghai Station. One identity after another, they are all masks painted on the face. Shen Heming's passionate death, Zhou Zhiyuan's sacrifice for each other, Xu Mingchuan's strange brothers, Li Shiqun's sinister plot, and the sympathy between Masao Matsumoto's opponents. Surrounding the three-party whirlpool of the Japanese and puppets, the military command, and the underground party, every step is made on the edge of a knife. The system can deduce thousands of outcomes, but it cannot deduce faith. It's not an epiphany or awakening, it's a perseverance that has been sharpened by knife after knife in troubled times. He has been sneaking around for eighteen years, being accused of being a traitor and trapped in the abyss and quagmire. When dawn breaks, he chooses to remain silent, making no meritorious service, receiving no honors, and becoming an unknown person who will not be publicly remembered by history. This is the story of an ordinary person who conquered mountains and rivers with his tiny body.