Spy Wars: The Little Spy Strikes Back

Chapter 637 Du Yiming's Suicide Letter

Du Yiming has been tired these two days.

I got home late at night, made some food, took a shower, turned off the lights, and prepared to go to bed.

Du Yiming lay down and found the curtains were open.

The nervous Du Yiming walked over and pulled up the curtains.

As soon as he turned around, he felt something was wrong.

Du Yiming took out a telescope, walked back behind the curtains, opened a gap, and looked outside.

There seemed to be someone coming right opposite his residence, with the lights on, and seemed to be paying attention to the situation here.

After a while, their lights went out.

"Is it a spy?" Du Yiming immediately realized that he was being monitored.

Of course he guessed that the person who was monitoring him was Doihara. Du Yiming had carried out such monitoring on others countless times.

"Alas, the secret sentry incident still made Doihara suspect me!!" Du Yiming sighed, put down the telescope, and went to sleep.

1934 3 Month 18 Day.

The sky was dark and gloomy that day, and it felt particularly strange.

The backyard of Shenyang Special High Section.

Suspicious people were tied up in rows, but this time, they were different from the past, with more women and children.

Doihara was smoking a cigarette, and standing next to him was Du Yiming.

The strategy of killing without mercy implemented by Doihara in Shenyang resulted in countless bloodbaths.

He is extremely cruel, that's why so many people want to kill him.

This time, Doihara was even more cruel. Many of those kneeling on the ground waiting to be shot were children.

These children came from the city's orphanage, orphans of war.

What kind of beast could do such a thing?

"Du Yiming." Doihara smoked a cigarette and pointed at the child next to him and said, "This child calls you dad?"

"Really? How could I not recognize my own son?" Du Yiming smiled.

"But the problem is that these children are children of anti-Japanese elements. What do you think we should do? These children are children of anti-Japanese elements. Do you think when they grow up, will they all come to kill me for revenge?" Doihara was not worried, he was just making excuses.

"They are so young, it won't be a problem. Besides, by the time they grow up, our great Japan will have already won and ruled this place." Du Yiming said.

At this time.

Doihara suddenly handed the pistol to Du Yiming and said, "No, I won't be able to sleep."

Doihara forced the gun into Du Yiming's hand and said, "I don't believe that this boy who calls you dad is your son, so you kill him! If you kill him, I will believe you. I will promote you to the captain of the Shenyang Special High Section Action Team."

Du Yiming's face turned purple.

His hands were shaking, but he tried his best to control his emotions and not let Doihara see his nervousness.

"No, he's just a child and won't pose a threat to you. I will educate him well and make him proud of Great Japan." When the woman next to her heard this, even though her hands and feet were tied, she still tried her best to protect the child.

The child turned around and looked pitifully at the "father" behind him.

He didn't understand why he came to such a cruel world, why it was not a peaceful and tranquil era??!

"Please, don't kill the child, don't kill the child." The woman begged desperately.

What is the ultimate despair? This moment is it!

"If you don't kill him, you are his father and an anti-Japanese element. Then I will have to do it myself and kill the three of you. But the good news is that your family is reunited in the underworld." Doihara said with extreme evil.

"What are you talking about, Chief? I don't know them at all. As an operative of the Special High Section's operations team, is there anyone I wouldn't dare to kill?" Du Yiming looked at Doihara and raised his gun.

Although his heart was bleeding and his lungs were torn, he had to pretend that nothing had happened.

Du Yiming raised his gun.

"No." The woman pleaded heartbreakingly.

boom! !

boom! !

"what!"

Du Yiming woke up from a nightmare. It was the same dream, exactly the same dream. This was the 1115th nightmare he had!

Du Yiming was soaked. It was still dark outside. He looked at the time and realized he had slept for three hours.

For others, sleeping is the happiest and most comfortable thing, but for Du Yiming, every time he sleeps, he has to experience extreme despair and extreme physical torture.

In a dream, time is infinitely stretched; a dream can be as long as a century.

This kind of mental torture is extremely terrible, no one can withstand it!

Du Yiming climbed out of bed, but his weak body and hollowed-out spirit caused him to fall heavily to the ground.

Du Yiming got up again, walked to the desk, groped in the dark and found a cardiotonic pill in the drawer, swallowed it, drank some water, and relieved some of the severe pain in his heart.

Have you ever experienced the kind of grief that comes from the depths of your soul?

It's a feeling of not wanting to live in this world for even a second.

Possessing strong and uncontrollable suicidal tendencies.

Later generations also called him Depression.

Du Yiming thought it over carefully, or rather, he had thought about this decision countless times, but the Japanese had not yet been driven out, so he could not give up on himself.

Du Yiming turned on the desk lamp, found a pen and paper, paused for a moment, and wrote this suicide note in the darkness before dawn:

琳：

I have been monitored. Doihara no longer trusts me, or rather, he never trusted me. It is only a matter of time before I am exposed.

My spirit has been subjected to unbearable torture, and I am no longer fit to carry out undercover missions both psychologically and physically. I will carry out my ultimate mission at the right time, putting a perfect end to my seven-year undercover career, and reunite with my wife and children in purgatory. This is the first and only time I ask the organization to help collect my body after my sacrifice, and bury my remains together with my wife and children.

This is my last letter. I will never contact you again. Take care!

Code:

Written on December 1939, 12.

Du Yiming took another look at the letter, then put it in an envelope. At dawn the next day, avoiding surveillance, he put the letter into a secret mailbox.

About half an hour passed.

A female figure walked slowly, stopped, opened the mailbox, and took out Du Yiming's letter.