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In late spring Shanghai, Western-style buildings and alleyways stood side by side, while rickshaws traversed the asphalt roads like threads weaving through fabric. Yet, this bustling scene could not mask the tension and oppression hanging over the city. The Patrol Team of Japanese Officers flickered through the streets like phantoms, while the eyes of Wang Wei's Secret Agents were everywhere. The entire city felt like a massive cage, imprisoning hope and freedom. In this dark abyss, Lin Feng, an undercover member of the Wang Wei Secret Service Agency, was meticulously planning a thrilling operation to escort a crucial comrade to safety.
This important comrade, code-named Cyan Hawk, bore the heavy responsibility of transmitting vital intelligence to the Base of Resistance. Recently, Cyan Hawk's identity had been inadvertently exposed, attracting the attention of Wang Wei's agents. The Japanese Officers and Wang Wei's forces were sharpening their claws, attempting to exploit Cyan Hawk's situation to dismantle the Shanghai Underground Party Organization. The stakes were incredibly high; every moment of delay could lead to catastrophic consequences. Lin Feng had been entrusted with this daunting mission, fully aware that it not only concerned Cyan Hawk's personal safety but also the very survival of the entire Underground Party Organization.
After careful consideration, Lin Feng devised a bold and ingenious plan disguised as a funeral. In this Eastern city where traditional beliefs ran deep, funerals were solemn affairs that often lulled people into a false sense of security. He intended to leverage this psychology to stage a grand deception right under the enemy's nose.
The first step was to prepare everything needed for the funeral. Utilizing connections he had built through his work at the Wang Wei Intelligence Agency, Lin Feng secretly contacted several reliable comrades from the Underground Party and detailed his plan. Upon hearing it, the comrades responded enthusiastically, each taking on significant tasks. Some were responsible for finding a suitable funeral parlor that was secluded yet inconspicuous enough not to raise suspicions among agents; others disguised themselves as employees of a funeral supplies store, scouring for coffins, paper money, incense sticks, and other items, ensuring every detail appeared authentic.
The funeral parlor was ultimately chosen deep within an old alley in Zhabei. This area was home to many impoverished families where neighbors frequently interacted; thus, the appearance of strangers would not easily attract attention. Once the coffin arrived at the parlor, Lin Feng personally oversaw its arrangement. He meticulously adjusted each item’s position to create an atmosphere of profound sorrow and despair. White drapes hung low, and an unfamiliar name was neatly inscribed on the memorial tablet—this was a precautionary measure in case agents investigated; it would be difficult for them to quickly uncover any discrepancies.
Simultaneously, arranging for relatives was crucial. Several female comrades from the Underground Party stepped forward, disguising themselves as the deceased's daughters or daughters-in-law. Dressed in plain white mourning attire with swollen eyes from crying, they practiced their heart-wrenching sobs day and night to ensure they would convincingly portray grief at critical moments. To make their act even more believable, they fabricated an entire backstory detailing every aspect of the deceased’s life—from family matters to neighborhood disputes—leaving nothing out.
As for Lin Feng himself, he played the role of a deeply grieving subordinate. Clad in black mourning attire with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, he kept vigil at the funeral parlor day and night. His task was not only to maintain order during the funeral but also to handle any potential inquiries from agents that might arise at any moment. Each person who came to pay their respects had to be silently scrutinized by Lin Feng to ensure no agents infiltrated their ranks.
On the day of the funeral, the weather turned grim; dark clouds seemed to mourn alongside those gathered for this tragedy. Outside the parlor, people came and went in droves—these were all actors arranged by the Underground Party beforehand. Some carried offerings while others quietly wept, creating an atmosphere thick with sorrow. Lin Feng stood at the entrance of the parlor, his gaze scanning his surroundings warily. He noticed several suspicious figures lingering nearby and understood that agents had indeed taken the bait.
Before long, several Wang Wei Secret Agents approached leisurely. Leading them was a tall and slender man with cunning eyes who first pretended to bow in condolences at the entrance before rising again to scan everyone’s faces in search of inconsistencies. Seeing this, Lin Feng immediately stepped forward and sorrowfully said, "Sir, my master worked tirelessly throughout his life; it is such a shock for us subordinates that he has suddenly passed." He choked up as he spoke.
The tall agent looked at Lin Feng suspiciously and asked, "What did your master do? I’ve never heard of him before." Lin Feng felt a tightening in his chest but maintained his composure as he quickly pulled out a prepared resume from his pocket and handed it over: "Sir, this is my master's biography; he has been low-key in business." The tall agent took it and began scrutinizing it closely with growing suspicion.
At that moment, a heart-wrenching wail erupted from inside the parlor—a daughter had lost control of her emotions and collapsed over the coffin in tears. Her cries were so infectious that those around her began shedding tears as well; even the agents couldn’t help but be moved. Seeing this display of grief made it difficult for the tall agent to press further; he returned Lin Feng’s resume and said curtly: "Hmph! Keep an eye on things here; if you notice anything suspicious, report it immediately!" With that, he led his men away.
Watching them leave brought a sigh of relief from Lin Feng; however, he knew that danger still lurked nearby. Seizing the opportunity while agents were distracted, he swiftly slipped into a small room behind the parlor where Cyan Hawk had already changed into white mourning attire and disguised himself as a grieving relative waiting patiently. Lin Feng whispered urgently: "Comrade Cyan Hawk, it's time! Follow me!"
The two quietly exited through a back door of the parlor and navigated through several narrow alleyways to avoid detection by agents. Along their route, Lin Feng skillfully guided Cyan Hawk through twists and turns until they finally reached a secret rendezvous point where Cyan Hawk would switch to a pre-arranged truck that would take him out of Shanghai toward the Base of Resistance.
As the truck started moving away, Lin Feng watched its silhouette fade into the distance with mixed emotions swirling within him. This elaborate ruse had endured many trials but ultimately succeeded. He understood well that victories during these dark times were hard-won; as an Underground Party Member himself, he knew he must remain steadfast in his convictions and continue forging ahead through adversity until they could finally welcome dawn’s light. With renewed determination, Lin Feng turned back towards his ongoing struggle—silently contributing his strength toward that impending dawn.
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