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Lin Feng slipped into a narrow, dim alley, where the corners were piled high with stinking garbage and sewage flowed freely across the ground, as if this chaos mirrored the turmoil of the world outside. Leaning against the damp wall, he pulled out a precious note from his pocket, its densely packed characters containing crucial information for infiltrating the Wang Wei Secret Service Agency. At that moment, the light was as faint as a flickering candle in the wind, yet his gaze was sharp as he studied each word, gradually clarifying his disguise as a down-and-out person.
Quickly scanning his surroundings, Lin Feng rummaged through a pile of debris and found a piece of black coal dust. He faced a peeling wall that reflected like a mirror and carefully applied the coal dust around his dark circles, his technique delicate like an artist sketching a masterpiece. Before long, his once bright eyes appeared sunken and dull, reflecting a weariness that suggested days without sleep, as if life’s hardships had left their mark on him. Next, he grabbed the hem of his clothing and tore it with a sharp rip; the fabric hung unevenly in tatters, fluttering in the wind as if it had endured countless trials. He stomped through a muddy puddle several times, instantly coating his shoes with muck, transforming his previously tidy appearance into one of dishevelment.
Once prepared, Lin Feng took a deep breath to steady his slightly frantic breathing and steadily blended into the crowd heading towards the Registration Point. Along the way, he observed the expressions and postures of those around him, mimicking their timidity and fear, keeping his head down and dragging his feet as if weighed down by an invisible burden.
The Registration Point was set up in an expansive yard of an abandoned factory, surrounded by high walls patrolled by the Japanese Puppet Army, their guns ready to take lives at any moment. Inside the yard, people lined up like sheep awaiting slaughter in a long, winding queue that moved forward slowly, each step filled with helplessness and anxiety.
Lin Feng quietly positioned himself at the end of the line, appearing distracted while keenly capturing every movement around him. In front of him stood an old woman in tattered clothes, clutching a worn bundle that likely contained her only possessions; behind him was a young man whose eyes reflected innocence and confusion but whose body trembled slightly with fear.
As the line gradually advanced, the tension thickened in the air as if it had solidified. Finally, it was Lin Feng's turn for inspection. A Puppet Military Lieutenant strode over with heavy steps, his gaze sweeping over Lin Feng like that of a wolf eyeing its prey. The butt of his gun struck the ground deliberately with a dull thud that resonated ominously.
"Name?" The False Military Leader asked sharply in broken Chinese.
Lin Feng slightly hunched his back and bowed humbly before replying in Mandarin tinged with his hometown accent: "Reporting to you, Taijun, my name is Lin; I am an educated man."
"An educated man?" The False Military Leader raised an eyebrow skeptically. "You look so shabby; how can you be an educated man?"
A flicker of barely perceptible sorrow crossed Lin Feng's eyes as he spoke in a trembling voice: "Taijun may not know this, but my hometown has been ravaged by war; our houses were blown to pieces and my family has vanished without a trace. I am all alone, having fled here hoping to find relatives and make a living. But in this world today, where is there any way to survive?" As he spoke, his eyes reddened slightly as if recalling horrific memories that pained him deeply.
To make his lie more convincing, Lin Feng drew upon vivid memories of the devastation in war-torn areas to vividly describe: "Taijun, you have not seen that scene—when bombs fell, flames shot up to the sky amidst cries and screams blending into one. Children lost their parents; old people collapsed on the road watching their homes being destroyed." His voice was filled with sorrow; those around him listened intently with expressions of compassion and some even quietly wept as if those tragic pasts stirred pain deep within their hearts.
The skepticism on the False Military Leader's face softened slightly but remained alert: "Hmph, your story sounds quite convincing. But do you have any proof that you are an educated man?"
Lin Feng's heart tightened while maintaining an outward calmness. He slowly pulled out an old book from his pocket; its pages were yellowed with age. The title "Analects" was barely legible on its cover but still recognizable. "Taijun," he said earnestly while offering the book with both hands, "this is something I have studied since childhood; I couldn't bear to part with it even while fleeing."
The False Military Leader took the book and flipped through several pages casually. The dense annotations caught his eye; although he could not understand what was written, he couldn't help but admire the neat handwriting and numerous small characters filling the pages. "Alright," he said impatiently waving his hand dismissively after a moment. "Enough! Get moving quickly; don’t dawdle!"
Lin Feng felt as if he had been granted mercy; he nodded vigorously while repeatedly thanking Taijun before steadily passing through the checkpoint. Once he had walked some distance away and confirmed no one was following him, he let out a long sigh of relief. His legs weakened beneath him as if they might give way at any moment. This heart-pounding act of disguise had drained him completely; yet now he was one step closer to his goal.
He understood well that the road ahead would only grow more perilous—entering Wang Wei Secret Service Agency meant stepping into a den of tigers and dancing with wolves. A single misstep could cost him not only his life but also jeopardize the safety of his organization. Nevertheless, Lin Feng’s gaze remained resolute as he silently vowed to rely on his wisdom and courage to infiltrate this dark enemy lair and gather vital intelligence for his organization—striving tirelessly for dawn to break through this shadowy gloom. With that determination in mind, he straightened his disheveled clothing and headed towards the recruitment office of Wang Wei Secret Service Agency. Though his figure appeared somewhat frail from behind, it radiated fearlessness and tenacity.
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