Anti-Japanese War Espionage: I Have an Omniscient Perspective

Lin Rui's heart skipped a beat; this was exactly the skill he needed most.

He was very curious about how Zhang with the rotten face managed to do it.

Zhang, with his rotten face, slowly began to recount:

"Where you're going, someone will recognize you and be wary of you. No matter how well you disguise yourself, as long as they're watching you, there will always be a flaw. But the Disguise Technique is different. They won't be watching you. They won't even look at you."

"What's the logic behind this?" Lin Rui asked.

"Human eyes are lazy." Zhang, the man with the rotten face, pointed to his eyes. "There are so many people on the street, who will remember each one? Who will scrutinize each one? The Disguise Technique is to make you completely fit the template of a passerby. Not outstanding, not strange, not eye-catching, not abnormal. Your movements, breathing, posture, eyes, gait, even the aura on your body, are all adjusted to the most ordinary, harmless, and inconspicuous state."

This is a very interesting point, and Lin Rui listened attentively.

"My master put it better than I do. 'Seeing without seeing, encountering without noticing. People pass without a shadow, leaving no trace.' Seeing without seeing means that even if you see them, it's as if you don't. Encountering without noticing means that even if you meet them face-to-face, you won't notice anything unusual. At a high level, people pass by without casting a shadow; they walk by without leaving a trace. Others can see them, but they can't remember them, can't recall them, and can't recognize them."

That's interesting! In futuristic terms, it's about eliminating one's presence—practically the best tool for assassins and spies.

Lin Rui said in a low voice, "I understand... It's not about fooling the eyes, it's about fooling the attention. It's about making other people's brains automatically filter you out."

"You're using such fancy language, talking about the brain, I don't understand, but that's roughly it."

Zhang, with his rotten face, stood up, walked into the courtyard, and demonstrated for Lin Rui.

He wasn't wearing makeup, smeared with ash, or had any fur applied.

Just standing there.

"Look at me," said Zhang, his face ulcerated.

Lin Rui looked at him.

Three seconds later, Zhang with the rotten face asked, "What do you remember about me?"

"Your face," Lin Rui said.

Zhang, the man with the rotten face, retorted angrily, "My face was ruined by my enemy, who ruined my skills. What if you didn't care about my face?"

Lin Rui was taken aback, but after observing further, he figured out what was going on.

Without sharp edges, without distinctive features, without emotions, without sharpness.

People glance at you and forget you the next second because you're too ordinary.

When spies are searching for you, they'll glance at you and then skip over you.

Even if your enemy is looking for you face to face, you'll still feel, "This isn't the person."

Zhang, with his rotten face, turned to Lin Rui: "What you learned before was disguise. The concealment technique I taught you is invisibility."

He taught me step by step:

Step 1: Calm the mind

"Take that fierce look from your eyes."

Lin Rui was trying to suppress the vigilance of a secret agent, the sharpness of a soldier, and the composure of a manager...

Eyes unfocused, not daring to look away, not staring at people, not avoiding people.

Just like any random passerby on the street, with empty eyes and an indifferent demeanor.

At a glance, others will know that you pose no danger, no purpose, and no threat.

Their attention naturally won't be on you.

Step 2: Posture Removal

Stand straight, but not hunched over. Relaxed, but not slack. Shoulders level, neither shrugged nor drooping. Walk as if floating, light, steady, and at a steady pace, neither hurried nor rushed. Don't look around, don't linger, and don't make unnecessary movements. The more proper you are, the less attention you will receive.

Step 3: Remove color

"Keep your face expressionless. Show no joy, anger, worry, or anxiety. People are most sensitive to 'faces with emotions' and least sensitive to 'faces without emotions.' Your expressionless face is a protective layer."

Step 4, noise reduction

"Speak without lingering notes, without emphasis, without hesitation. Like a gust of wind, it's gone as soon as it's over. After listening, others won't even remember whether your voice is deep or soft. Of course, it's best to speak less, as your voice itself will be attractive."

Lin Rui suddenly realized that what Zhang with the rotten face taught was the best special agent technique, even more useful than what was taught in the training camp.

He summarized Professor Zhang's advice regarding facial dermatitis: Make yourself as ordinary as air. People won't be wary of air, won't remember air, and certainly won't stare at air.

At this moment, Zhang with the rotten face looked at Lin Rui:

"Try it now. Don't play any role. Just be invisible."

Lin Rui took a deep breath.

He sheathed all his sharpness, suppressed all his vigilance, straightened his shoulders, relaxed his gaze, and made his breathing even and calm.

He wasn't wearing makeup, and he didn't look different.

It's the same face, the same figure.

But at the moment I stood in the courtyard.

He faded into indifference.

It's not that they've disappeared, it's that they're ordinary, unremarkable, like the people we see every day.

It's as if it blends into the light and shadow, blends into the background.

Zhang, his face contorted in shock, slowly nodded.

"It's done. You're simply the best successor to my craft, even more suited to it than I am."

Lin Rui knew that the reason he was able to get into the zone so quickly was related to his special ability.

His superpower allows him to control the environment within a 100-meter radius around him, including the attention of people in that environment. He uses this superpower to adjust his appearance in Zhang's line of sight, thereby reducing his presence.

To be honest, he didn't feel very skilled; he only relied on his understanding of Rotten-faced Zhang to achieve what Rotten-faced Zhang considered "ordinary."

.......

Lin Rui completed his teaching with Zhang the Rotten-Faced in three days.

This method, originally used by the lowest of the low to survive and make a living, became a powerful auxiliary skill for secret agents in his hands.

He took out 40 yuan in legal tender and said, "Master Zhang, this is the final payment. Thank you for teaching me this skill."

Zhang, the man with the rotten face, took the money and chuckled, "You have exceptional talent, and my craft has finally found a successor. But I still have to take the money, otherwise I won't be able to make a living in Shanghai."

Lin Rui clasped his hands in a salute, then went out and left.

At the alley entrance, Huang Dazhu sat idly by himself.

Lin Rui walked over: "Chief Huang, let's talk."

Huang Dazhu got up, and the two walked to a secluded corner.

"Master, have you completed your studies?"

"It's done. How's the matter I asked you to inquire about going?"

"I've got it. Zhang Xiaolin lives in the Zhang Mansion at 216 Wagner Road. It's a three-story Western-style house with a garden and garage. There are bodyguards at the entrance, and the back door leads to a small alley for easy access. The Tongfu Society's branch is in Tongfu Lane on Julaida Road. Boss, why did you ask me to find this out?"

"I will tell you what I should tell you, and don't ask about what I can't tell you."

"I understand, boss."

"That's all for now, I'm leaving."

Lin Rui clasped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Chief Huang." Then, he left the alley and headed towards Lüban Road.

.......

He arrived at the safe house on Luban Road, took out the disguise items he had brought, and began to disguise himself.

With Zhang's instruction, his disguise skills improved even further.

After dressing up, his appearance changed drastically.

He wore a thin cotton-lined jacket, with patches on the shoulders and elbows, and his clothes were stained with sweat and oil, turning black. He also wore an old felt hat.

The trousers were also made of homespun cloth, with the cuffs tied or rolled up with strips of cloth; an old cloth belt was tied around the waist to serve as a leather belt.

She was wearing old cloth shoes that exposed her toes.

He had dark skin, messy hair, and a full beard.

He was dressed exactly like a lowly laborer.

After dressing up, he used his supernatural abilities to observe the outside world, and after confirming that no one was nearby, he went out and left.