Lin Hai likes the graceful posture of the dancers and the sweet voices of the singers. He doesn't care who is in power, and he doesn't care if "China" will be removed from the world forever.

He was a man who loved money and women. Money can buy the woman he wants. The women who were dressed in fancy clothes would stoop to him because of a few bills. Lin Hai spent the first half of his life making money, making friends, and buying women.

When he thought that he would spend his whole life like this, his only eldest brother Lin Zhou was gone. Thus, the second half of his life kicked off.

Now, Lin Hai likes the graceful posture of the dancer and the beautiful tunes sung by the singer, and he doesn't care who is in power, but it is very different.

Lin Hai admired those women, and he no longer approached them with obscene and superficial thoughts. He really doesn't care who the people in power are, what he cares about is whether the people in power are Chinese or not, and whether China can have a place in the world.

His original ideas all began to change in the second half of his life. Lin Hai is a hesitant man, he has the prudence of a businessman, and this caution can also allow him to get a lot of benefits when he is a spy.

He began to miss the first half of his life, although now it seems that he was a mess, like a walking corpse, with no beliefs, no goals, just repeating the days of drinking and drinking.

Lin Hai subconsciously muttered, It's too bitter.

He moved his gaze to the geist's face that had a lot of powder, and he saw that the middle of her lips was painted in bright red, which was supposed to give people a bewitching beauty, but she was too small, the geist was too small, like a child who had not grown, Lin Hai suddenly felt that she was not suitable for this color.

The lamp in the room emitted a dim glow, and it shone on the geist's expressionless face.

They were silent for a long time, and Lin Hai looked at the geist standing in front of him, and he unconsciously remembered other important women he knew. For example, Tang Yin......

He found that only Tang Yin was important to him.

So Lin Hai spoke, and he said, "Wandering spirit, do you like to eat sweets?"

The geist denied.

Lin Hai didn't say anything more, and he invited the geist out of the room. After the last trace of femininity in the air had dissipated, Lin Hai lay on the big bed, whimpering. He wasn't saddened by the betrayal of the geist, but because he found himself alone all along, and he could count the people worth caring about on one hand.

He was overwhelmed by loneliness in that moment.

Lin Hai began to miss Tang Yin, he took the radio on the bedside table, and then started to tune in, he was relieved after he heard Tang Yin's songs. Lin Hai lay on the bed, humming softly to that tune, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.

Lin Hai dreamed that he was back in his childhood, and he saw his father talking to a foreigner. The foreigner's hair was brown and unkempt on top of his head, and whenever Lin Hai made the slightest noise, the foreigner would turn his head to look at him. At that time, Lin Hai could see the green eyes of foreigners, as well as the sapphire decoration on his left chest.

When he woke up, it was already dawn, and he could smell the smell of meat. When Lin Hai got up, he could feel the cold, which belonged to the cold of Shanghai winter. He found that he hadn't taken off his clothes when he fell asleep last night, and he was so tired.

After he finished washing, he was taken by Shiro Kawamura to Masaya Takeki's study. There, Lin Hai saw that Zhu Muya was holding a daily newspaper in his hand, and he crossed his legs and read the newspaper silently. So much so that Lin Hai had to make some noise to attract his attention.

Mr. Takeki, did you ask me to come here for something?

Takekiya didn't even give him a look, but suddenly opened his lips and read the contents of the newspaper. Lin Hai heard him read about Chongqing, then about the bombing, then about Shanghai, and finally about which shop had reduced the price of things.

This strange scene reminded Lin Hai of the early years, when he and Tang Yin were together, they would go to buy a book every Sunday. After returning home, Tang Yin would read the whole book with him in the same way that one person read one chapter. It was cold and the house was cold, but when they got together, they felt hot.

And now, Lin Hai looked at the uncertain Zhumuya in front of him, even in this room with a stove, he still felt cold. It's cold to the bone.

Lin Hai, your brother is still dormant today.

Zhu Muya suddenly sank, Lin Hai could guess that his patience seemed to be running out. He looked into Takekiya's eyes, which contained many emotions that he couldn't read. Unlike before, after they looked at each other for a few seconds, the person who staggered their gaze was Takeki Ya.

You'd better always have your weapon with you, as the military commanders have already classified you as a traitor.

All this was completely expected by Lin Hai, he didn't express too much trepidation, and just said to Zhumuya that he didn't have a weapon.

Takemuya smiled, and he told Lin Hai that Shanghe Zongbai would be his best weapon.

The knife wasn't even a foot long.

It depends on how you use it.

Zhu Muya will always be that sure to win, and he will see all of Lin Hai's movements. Lin Hai looked at him and figured out a lot of unreasonableness before.

No wonder Takemu Ya knew so much about the movements of the military commander and his next step, and no wonder he would carry a bag of sugar-fried chestnuts that day. Lin Hai understood too late.

When he came out of his memory, he saw Takekiya sitting in front of the piano. He straightened his back, and the movement of playing the piano seemed solemn but a little casual. He told Lin Hai that whenever I am in a different place, I miss Mt. Fuji in my hometown, as well as the cherry blossom forest not far from it, and the romantic city buildings.

At this moment, Lin Hai felt that Zhumuya was honest. He heard his voice as if he was floating on water, which made Lin Hai feel uncomfortable.

Lin Hai, I really hope that the war will end soon. After completing the mission entrusted to us by the Emperor, I will return to my hometown and marry a virtuous woman.

In our country, it is a very happy thing for a woman to marry a soldier.

Takekiya's voice gradually weakened, muffled by the sound of the piano. This time he played the song so loud and irregular that it could not be called a song. In this noise, Lin Hai tried his best to capture Zhu Muya's voice.

Lin Hai, we are all people who want to end the war as soon as possible.

We, the Japanese, also want the war to end.

I hope that the war will end with our victory.

We are all serving His Majesty the Emperor.

Lin Hai suddenly remembered Arakawa Yuanxuan. He had also heard this sentence at Arakawa Engen. This made Lin Hai feel creepy, and he suddenly felt that it was not Takemu Ya who was sitting there playing the piano, but a puppet who only knew how to fulfill the orders of the "Emperor" in various ways.

All Japanese are puppets.