Sheng Muyi suspected that she had been targeted by this person when she was buying the boat ticket yesterday. She was asking for help at the time, and she was actually included in his calculations. This was a bit scary.
If he is an agent, which country's intelligence agency does he serve?
The diversity and complexity of Shanghai lies in the fact that one cannot identify a person's identity by his face, let alone the special profession of being an agent.
Don't think that anyone with a Chinese face must be from the Republic of China government or the Communist Party. Many Chinese are also working for the intelligence agencies of various countries.
Among this group of people, there were not many people working for the Republic of China government at that time. They only appeared in large numbers after the September 18th Incident. She had only heard of Communist Party agents, but had never seen them.
The two chatted while eating. Sheng Muyi introduced herself to Kate Joe, and the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses opposite introduced himself to Peter Song. After introducing themselves, both of them couldn't help but smile, knowing tacitly that the names given by each other were all false names.
"Is being a makeup artist your second career?" Peter Song asked in a joking manner.
"Absolutely, Lianhua Hong Kong Factory artist, what do you do? Don't tell me that you are a teacher." Sheng Muyi smiled.
"Absolutely, second job, English teacher at St. Paul's College." Peter Song imitated Sheng Muyi's tone and replied.
"How much difference can you make?" Mu Yi continued to ask.
"It's okay, it's only about 96,000 miles away." Peter Song's English is really authentic.
"Well, that's indeed about the same. At least it's less than 108,000 miles." Sheng Muyi held up the toad mirror and smiled.
When she smiled, even though she had put on makeup and the toad mirror covered most of her cheek, Peter Song was still fascinated.
After being distracted for a moment, Peter Song suddenly became more vigilant. He was not targeting Sheng Muyi, but secretly blaming himself for not being distracted at this time. After all, there was a Japanese spy next to him.
This Peter Song did not come specifically to follow Sheng Muyi. Sheng Muyi asked him for help last night, and he did not hesitate to help her get out of the siege and get on the boat. At that time, he thought she was escaping from a man. Maybe she was not her husband's family at all.
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Since the founding of the Republic of China, women have undergone a major transformation, and Shanghai has been at the forefront of the trend. New-style women running away from marriage, or fashionable women running away, are nothing new.
He is now beginning to doubt Sheng Muyi's identity. She pretended to be a man yesterday and a Hong Kong star today. What does this woman want to do? Who is she?
After carefully looking at Sheng Muyi, I saw a certain kind of irrepressible elegance in her body. Unconsciously, I became more and more frightened: Is it really her?
It's impossible. How could someone with that status travel alone? Why is the woman disguised as a man and still looking like she's running away in panic?
However, he didn't ask any more questions. It was wise not to ask in this situation. Otherwise, not only would nothing be asked, but it would make the other party hostile.
No matter who Kate Joe is, who claims to be an artist at the Lianhua Hong Kong Factory, he is now being targeted by Japanese spies. At least he is a good person, and maybe he is someone who has not been found by himself. Peter Song thought this, and his vigilance suddenly increased.
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The Japanese spy listened to the two talking in English and exchanged eyebrows. He couldn't understand a word he said. His mind was as swollen as a balloon and he really couldn't listen anymore.
He had been observing Sheng Muyi from the side for a long time, but he still didn't dare to confirm whether it was the target he was looking for. Although he had seen Muyi's front face no less than a hundred times, Muyi's changes were too great now.
The most easily recognized parts of a person from the front are the eyes and mouth. Now Sheng Muyi's eyes cannot be seen, her mouth is heavily smeared with lipstick, and her English pronunciation has changed her mouth shape to a certain extent.
This series of changes made it very difficult for him to identify the other party. The weather was hot and the guy was sweating profusely.
He deliberately stepped forward to make an excuse, or pretended to be rude and knocked off Mu Yi's toad mirror. With just one look, he could be sure if he was the person he was looking for.
But the flower protector opposite Sheng Muyi glanced at him from time to time with a sharp gaze like an eagle, so he had no choice but to give up this idea.
He could feel that this man was also a colleague, and he was a very powerful one. If he rashly stepped forward and deliberately touched Sheng Muyi, that man would never be idle.
Maybe Sheng Muyi's toad mirror didn't fall off, but her chin fell off. This is very likely the result.
Once a dispute arises, the police on the ship will definitely check everyone's identity. His identity cannot be checked at all.
Acting alone, with no one to protect you, always has many disadvantages.
After thinking for a long time, he gave up the idea of taking action.
He took the dinner plate and sat on the table behind Mu Yi, sniffing like a dog and looking at Mu Yi's back carefully.
Sheng Muyi didn't look back, but she felt two hot eyes staring at her back. At this moment, she really felt what it meant to be a thorn in her back.
"Pervert." Sheng Muyi cursed in English.
Peter Song walked over and said to the Japanese agent: "Sir, could you please sit somewhere else?"
"Why? Aren't you allowed to sit here?" the Japanese spy pretended to be stupid.
"Because you are a pervert. Do you Japanese have this habit of peeping, right? I would like to ask you what kind of national custom this is?" Peter Song said loudly.
"No, I didn't. I just sat in the back...while I ate." The Japanese agent began to stutter.
The people eating in the restaurant all turned their attention. There was a good show going on, maybe a fight was about to start, two men were fighting over a girl.
"Oh, this is still a Japanese."
"Yes, this guy speaks Chinese quite well. I think he's better than you."
"I heard that the Japanese not only like to peek, but also like to show indecent things. They are simply not human." A woman said indignantly.
"This guy came here to eat early in the morning. He has been eating here for almost three hours and he still won't leave." The restaurant waiter couldn't stand it anymore.
"Japan is stingy, don't you know?"
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Listening to the discussion in the restaurant, the Japanese spy was so angry that he was trembling all over. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply got up and ran away.
After escaping from the restaurant, he knew something was wrong. The police on the ship would know that he was Japanese, and he would receive special treatment.
Although there are many Japanese who go to Hong Kong, the Hong Kong police always take special care of the Japanese. Whether this is the instruction of the British government or the preference of the Hong Kong police, no one can say.
Therefore, Japanese agents hold either mainland passports, Malaysian or Indonesian passports. Once the Hong Kong government discovers that their identity has been faked, they can only leave Hong Kong as soon as possible and return to the mainland or Japan, otherwise they will be severely punished by the Hong Kong government.
He couldn't bear the thought of someone insulting Japan's national customs, saying that they liked peeping and showing off indecently. If it wasn't on the ship, he would definitely have a duel with these people.
"Thank you, Song." Sheng Muyi felt much more comfortable without the thorns on her back.
"It's nothing, I'm not just for you, but I get angry when I see Japanese people, especially Japanese spies." Peter Song said with a smile.
"You are a person with a great sense of justice." Sheng Muyi praised elegantly.
"Everyone should have a sense of justice. If a person doesn't even have a sense of justice, he is either insensitive or has fallen." Peter Song made an impassioned speech.
"You sound a bit like a teacher when you say that. Now we are only ten miles away from the teacher." Sheng Muyi said with a smile.
Peter Song also smiled sheepishly. He had given speeches on the street too many times before, and some of his styles were engraved in his bones and would be revealed inadvertently.
"By the way, what are you doing by boat to Hong Kong?" Song changed the subject.
"I am a Hong Kong artist. After filming in Shanghai, I am now returning to Hong Kong." Sheng Muyi still didn't want to reveal her identity.
Although the Japanese agent ran away in anger, they still spoke in English.
For Sheng Muyi, speaking English can perfectly hide her accent, because her English accent is the standard American East Coast accent, just like the accent of a radio announcer.
She spent a lot of time practicing her accent in the United States and paid a lot of tuition. The person who corrected her accent was an announcer from a radio station in Washington.
What confused the Japanese agent was Sheng Muyi's accent, which was very different from the Sheng Muyi's Chinese accent he was familiar with.
Although this Japanese spy did not understand English, he was still able to distinguish accents. Sheng Muyi's standard American English accent completely confused him.
Peter Song was not confused by her. He knew Sheng Muyi's resume very well. She received a bachelor's degree in economics from Cornell University in the United States. Her standard American English accent not only did not serve as a cover for her, but also revealed her identity.