Chapter 98: Absurd

Pressing the wall tile triggered a creaking sound as a section of the adjacent wall swung inward, revealing a pitch-black secret passage.

“Keep up,” Li Wensheng said over his shoulder, leading the way into the tunnel.

Without hesitation, Chen Wenqi hurried after him.

Once inside, Li Wensheng removed an oil lamp hanging on the wall, lit it, and handed it to Chen Wenqi. Then, he pressed a stone tile on the left wall.

With another creak, the hidden door behind them slid shut.

Li Wensheng guided Chen Wenqi deeper into the passage.

After a few steps, the tunnel curved and began to slope downward.

Descending about ten meters, the path leveled out, revealing a fork ahead.

He led her down the left corridor.

The passage twisted and branched repeatedly, prompting Chen Wenqi to glance at Li Wensheng with a mix of curiosity and bewilderment.

Upon passing the third fork, she finally blurted out in astonishment, “This secret passage is so labyrinthine, it’s like a maze. No wonder you bought half a street.”

“But this is overcautious—even with a secret passage, having so many branches means no one could find their way out without you leading.”

“To reach a safe house, it’s when I’m most vulnerable; caution is necessary.”

“You’re really cautious, but to build such a maze-like tunnel, you must have made a fortune during your time at the Shanghai Military Intelligence Station.”

“If I don’t take the money, others will.”

Chen Wenqi fell silent. They continued in quiet for several minutes until they came upon a heavy iron gate.

Chen Wenqi’s eyes nearly popped out as she stared at the iron bars, unsure whether to admire his caution or think it excessive.

“Better safe than sorry,” Li Wensheng said, pulling a large key from his pocket—or rather, from the system’s spatial storage—and unlocking the massive iron chain securing the gate.

After passing through, he locked it behind them.

Walking on, Chen Wenqi turned to ask, “You’re so cautious, yet you act so boldly when carrying out operations. Why is that?”

“Boldness and caution are never mutually exclusive.”

A flicker of pity crossed Chen Wenqi’s gaze.

His boldness showed his passion—that’s why he attempted to assassinate Hirohito Showa.

But such caution suggested he trusted no one, felt no security, and was utterly alone without even a single confidant. It was truly pitiful.

Rounding another bend, the tunnel ascended, ending before a wall.

Li Wensheng casually pressed a stone brick on the right wall, and with a creak, a panel swung open, revealing a wooden door.

Knock, knock!

Li Wensheng rapped on the wood.

After a few seconds, the door opened to reveal a middle-aged man in a white coat.

“Wensheng.”

The man’s face brightened upon seeing him, but then his expression darkened as he noticed the blood covering Li Wensheng.

“You’re injured!”

“Yes, Uncle Gong. Thank you for your help,” Li Wensheng replied as he stepped inside.

Chen Wenqi followed, noting this was a small office, with the secret passage hidden behind a bookshelf behind the desk.

“Wait here, Wensheng. I’ll arrange things outside,” the man said hurriedly as he left.

“Uncle Gong,” Li Wensheng called after him, “find a plausible excuse so no one grows suspicious.”

“I understand. I’ll tell them I’m closing the shop for a few days due to personal matters,” Uncle Gong responded.

Once he left, Chen Wenqi whispered, “Since the tunnel leads here, I suppose Uncle Gong is someone you trust?”

“Not exactly. I saved his family’s lives before and paid for their escape abroad. Now he’s alone, with no attachments, and I helped him. Normally, he won’t betray me. But under torture, he might confess. That’s why I never revealed my identity to him. He doesn’t know where I live, and he doesn’t have the key to the heavy lock halfway down the tunnel.”

Though Li Wensheng wasn’t visibly on guard, Chen Wenqi sensed his body was tense, ready to flee or fight at a moment’s notice. A pang of sympathy stirred within her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked quietly, her eyes strange.

After a moment’s hesitation, she whispered, “Don’t you find this life exhausting? Trust no one, always on edge around everyone.”

Li Wensheng regarded her with surprise, a faint smile touching his lips.

“You probably never worked in enemy-occupied territory. Of course—you’re with the Political Department, so you don’t have to. But I’ll tell you, as a spy in occupied zones, to survive long, you must trust no one—not even your superiors—and always maintain suspicion. Spies who easily trust are only fit for the Nationalist-controlled areas.”

Chen Wenqi fell silent for a moment, then softly said, “Come back to Mountain City with me. If you return now, nothing will happen. You can still be head of Section Two of Military Intelligence.”

Unconsciously, her tone carried a note of pleading, unnoticed by both.

“True, if I return now, I won’t lose my head. But from then on, I’ll be under surveillance, even controlled in everything I do.”

“That’s better than living like you do now—like a lost soul, wary of everyone.”

Her voice grew impassioned, her pace and tone unlike before, catching Li Wensheng’s attention.

“What’s gotten into you?”

Noticing his puzzlement, Chen Wenqi took a deep breath and composed herself, “Nothing.”

Li Wensheng knew she was thinking of something, which made her suddenly so emotional, but since she wouldn’t say more, he didn’t press.

Their conversation paused, and moments later, Uncle Gong returned.

“Wensheng, everyone’s gone. I’ll treat your wounds now.”

This was a modest clinic without a fully equipped operating room, but aside from anesthesia, the medicines were well-stocked.

They entered a quiet room. Since Li Wensheng was bleeding heavily and seriously injured, Uncle Gong tended to him first.

After removing and cutting away the bloodied clothing, cleaning and examining the wounds, Uncle Gong frowned deeply.

“Wensheng, the bullet is lodged near the joint in your arm. We need anesthesia to remove it.”

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