Spy game? Stop guessing, I really am an undercover agent!

Chapter 65 Cherry Blossoms in Full Bloom at the Foot of Mount Fuji
She was a girl with a perfect figure. She was wearing a Mickey-colored georgette cheongsam. The fabric was an extremely thin silk, and when she moved, it was as if she was shrouded in a layer of mist, which made her figure appear even more exquisite.

She wore a light blue long skirt that reached her feet. The skirt was plain, with only a few dark silver cloud patterns embroidered on the lower edge, like a faded title on the title page of an ancient book.

Her eyebrows were very light in color, with the ends slightly drooping, revealing a hint of weariness. Her eyes, however, were extremely dark, with pupils as clear as a cold, blue pool. When she wasn't smiling, they were covered with a thin layer of frost, making people hesitant to approach her.

With a delicate, straight nose, a pointed chin, and lips painted with a touch of light crimson rouge, she looked from afar like a dried maple leaf tucked between the pages of an old book—pale in color but retaining a refined elegance.

Perhaps for work, she styled her long, black hair into a beautiful bun, revealing a section of her snow-white swan neck.

A black hairpin of indeterminate material is inserted diagonally into the hair. The head of the hairpin is carved into the shape of a plum branch. It is not inlaid with jewels, but only has fine lines as thin as hair at the turning point.

If there were any valuable adornments on her, it would only be the two black pearl earrings on her earlobes.

Chen Yang looked her up and down a few times, and an extremely strange thought arose in his mind. He had never seen this girl before, but he felt inexplicably familiar with her.

Hmm, such a refined woman is actually in a coffee shop? With her looks, no one would be surprised if she appeared in a place like the Paramount Ballroom or Shanghai Nightlife.

But appearing here
With a tinkling sound, the woman sat in front of the piano, her fingers moving slightly, and beautiful notes flowed from her fingertips.

A piano piece captivated everyone present.

After the song ended, the woman stood up and gave an elegant bow to the guests. The waitress next to her stepped forward and pointed out Chen Yang, who was sitting by the window.

Following the gesture, the girl smiled slightly at Chen Yang, then picked up a thank-you card from above the piano, quickly wrote a few lines, handed it to the waitress, and whispered a few words in her ear.

The waitress gave Chen Yang an understanding look, picked up the card, and walked up to him: "Sir, this is a thank-you card from Miss Song."

"I hope you will come to visit more often in the future."

Chen Yang smiled slightly, opened the thank-you card, and his heart skipped a beat.

The thank-you card already had a line of small characters on it, but if you add the words the girl just wrote, it's even better.

When put together, they form a coded message.

"10 o'clock, Room 303, 3rd Floor, Hualan Road".

It turns out that the girl playing the piano was the target of this rendezvous.

Chen Yang put the thank-you card in his pocket and took out his wallet: "Thank you, please pay."

After saying that, he took two banknotes out of his wallet and placed them on the waitress's tray.

Watching Chen Yang's dashing departure, the waitress remained unable to let go of her feelings for a long time.

Wasn't the way he looked at me just now an irresistible sign of falling in love?
Why did he leave so casually, without even asking for contact information? Was it all just an illusion?
The bartender, noticing the waitress standing blankly by the table, asked, "Sister Xiao Cui, what's wrong?"

The waitress silently cleared away the remaining coffee and a few cigarette butts on the table, then turned and glared at the bartender: "Pah, scumbag."

10 p.m., a fully furnished apartment on Hualan Road in the French Concession.

Chen Yang arrived at the door of room 303 on the third floor of the apartment building on time, just as agreed.

Knock, knock, knock. A gentle knock came from inside the door, and then the door opened, revealing the beautiful girl.

"Come in." The girl didn't say much, just told Chen Yang to hurry into the room.

Chen Yang slipped into the room, and the girl closed the door behind him.

Chen Yang's gaze swept around; the room was small, and he could see everything at a glance.

"Sir, hello."

"I am Song Yilin, codename Sakura, a member of the Qingpu Training Class Elite Training Camp." "Assigned by Director Zheng, I have come to Shanghai to serve as your intelligence liaison officer."

Cherry blossoms are in full bloom at the foot of Mount Fuji.

This combination sounds quite romantic at first glance.

Chen Yang's gaze lingered on Song Yilin, and he suddenly said, "Miss Song, you've been following me for a long time, haven't you?"

"When you arrived in Shanghai, you didn't contact me immediately, but instead kept following me. What? Are you afraid that I'll become disloyal to the Party and the country and defect to the Japanese, and then never come back?"

Song Yilin was startled and quickly said, "Sir, what are you talking about? When did I follow you?"

"Hmm, let me think." Chen Yang pulled up a chair and sat down, saying, "The 19th of last month, in front of Xiangji."

“You had just come in when I left, wearing a light gray suit and a navy blue hat.”

"And number 21, at the entrance of Tianfu Restaurant, you were wearing a leather jacket and a black beret."

"Yes, number 27, City Hall. You should be at the door of the Industrial Department office when I go in."

"The most recent time was the day before yesterday. When I came out of the consulate, you rode your bicycle across the street."

"I don't know if I'm right?"

Song Yilin stared wide-eyed at Chen Yang, her face filled with disbelief.

She was very confident in her makeup skills, and even people who knew her very well had a hard time recognizing her when she was disguised.

However, the times and places Chen Yang mentioned were exactly the same, but Song Yilin was certain that Chen Yang saw different versions of himself during those times. How did he discover that?

Could it be that I gave myself away somewhere? But that's impossible. If the other party knew I was being followed, they would have made a move long ago.

Song Yilin pondered for a moment, then subconsciously looked towards the wardrobe before realizing what had happened.

It turned out that Chen Yang had seen the clothes hanging inside the wardrobe.

Although it was unbelievable, Song Yilin was still certain that the officer in front of her definitely had a photographic memory.

Talent...

"Sir, please don't misunderstand. I'm not following you. I just want to find out your schedule so I can plan a suitable meeting."

Chen Yang curled his lip; even a dog wouldn't believe such a reason.

"Sir, after headquarters received the contact code you sent back, they transferred me back to Shancheng from Beiping."

"Director Zheng specifically instructed that you are Boss Dai's most valued student, and we must not let anything happen to you."

"Therefore, I must confirm your safety before I can contact you."

Chen Yang said calmly, "Let them monitor me. I haven't contacted headquarters for four years and five months. They're bound to suspect my identity. I'm not surprised."

"However, I'm warning you, this can only happen once. If it happens again, I don't want to have to watch out for bullets coming from behind while I'm on a mission."

"By the way, is there some task you need to complete by contacting me now?"

Song Yilin nodded and said, "Yes, headquarters needs you to investigate some intelligence..."

(End of this chapter)