Courtyard House: Home Alone

When Jiang received the telegram in Chongqing, his hands trembled with anger. He smashed the teacup on the table, cursing "damn it" and "bandits" under his breath. But he couldn't help feeling panicked. He had originally thought of relying on the Americans to gain benefits for him, but now that they had pointed it out in plain sight, he was almost out of options.

Major newspapers across the country rushed to print extra editions overnight, and the "ghost's" telegram was circulated in the streets and alleys. People crowded in front of newspaper offices, reading the words of blood debt repayment in the telegram. They clapped with red eyes, saying that this was the backbone of the Chinese people. Not a single one of those Japanese devils who owed blood debts could be let go.

Copies of the telegrams were posted in various anti-Japanese base areas. After reading them, the soldiers on the front lines were in high spirits. They grabbed their guns and charged into the Japanese strongholds, all thinking of killing as many Japanese soldiers as possible to avenge their compatriots.

Journalists from various countries followed up on the news about "Ghost," praising it as the most principled voice from China. Politicians who had originally considered compromise could only follow suit and declare that they would severely punish the invaders. No one dared to cross the red line drawn by "Ghost."

Meanwhile, Lin Yifan was fast asleep at home, oblivious to the commotion outside. Long before sending the telegram, he had already anticipated the potential repercussions.

What needed to be said has already been said openly. How things proceed from here is entirely up to each party's own choice. He just needs to do what he's supposed to do step by step.

As for those who have ulterior motives, if they dare to cross the line, they shouldn't blame him for being impolite.

He had been traveling back and forth between Tanggu and the border region, and had spent several days discussing construction details with the leaders. He was exhausted. Now that he had put his mind at ease, he slept soundly. No matter how chaotic things were outside, they couldn't disturb the peaceful sleep in this small courtyard.

The next morning, after getting up, Lin Yifan had breakfast with the three girls at home. After they finished cleaning up the dishes, he called them to the main room, glanced at them, and said, "Wenxiu, Xinyi, and Xiayan, I have something important to do and will be away for a few days, which will last about half a month."

Please take good care of things at home. If there's any emergency, please contact me using the method we agreed upon before.

Wenxiu reached out and tidied her temples, then smiled and nodded, saying, "Don't worry, there are three of us at home, nothing will go wrong. Just be careful out there."

Xinyi nodded and took out a light windbreaker she had just finished making from inside the house, handing it to her: "It's windy in the mornings and evenings, take this with you. Wear it when you get cold, so you don't catch a chill."

Xia Yan leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed, her eyes crinkling with laughter: "Go on, go on, do you think the three of us would lose our home? Just go and take care of your important business. When you come back, I'll go buy your favorite braised pork knuckle."

Lin Yifan smiled as he took the trench coat, greeted the three of them one by one, gave them a few instructions on how to keep things private, then carried the small, inconspicuous suitcase out the door, found a deserted alley, and teleported towards Tanggu.

In less than ten minutes, he appeared on a deserted beach. He launched the 022 boat, started the engine, checked the fuel tank and radar, and tested the backup communication equipment. After confirming that everything was normal, he turned the boat around and headed towards Honshu Island, the island nation.

The journey was smooth sailing, and no suspicious vessels were detected on the radar. The next day, relying on the stealth capabilities of the Type 022 submarine, Lin Yifan quietly crossed the blockade and got closer and closer to the designated landing point, Fukuoka.

He glanced down at his watch, calculated the time, and realized he could reach the shore after dark, disembark under the cover of night, and take the train to Hiroshima the next day.

Before setting off, he redeemed a flight path map from the system. It was the flight path map of the B-29 Superfortress used by the United States to drop "Little Boy" in his previous life. As long as he waited along its flight path, he might be able to capture the Superfortress carrying "Little Boy".

However, it's still best to stay away from Hiroshima. I have a system, but I'm not invincible. The power of an atomic bomb is no joke. If I get too close, even if I can hide in the space, I can't guarantee that the space won't be destroyed.

Lin Yifan mentally calculated the distance, planning to wait in the sea area dozens of kilometers outside Hiroshima. As soon as the B29 entered the attack route, he would immediately take it into his spatial storage, making sure the bombardiers did not activate the detonation device.

As night slowly fell, he maneuvered the 022 boat to a low speed, turned off unnecessary signal sources, and like a dagger hidden in the deep sea, quietly slid towards the coastline of Fukuoka.

At 8 p.m., the 022 speedboat stopped a nautical mile from the coast. Lin Yifan turned off the engine, teleported to the coastal road, and stored the speedboat in his spatial storage.

He didn't rush to leave. Instead, he used his mental energy to survey the area within a 20-kilometer radius, then took out a map from his spatial storage to confirm the direction. After that, he teleported towards Fukuoka Station.

Upon reaching the station, he slipped into his spatial dimension and checked the train schedules. He discovered that the train from Fukuoka to Osaka passed through Hiroshima, with the earliest departure at 7:30 the next morning.

We arrived in Hiroshima around noon.

He didn't rush to show himself; instead, he ate something and rested in the space to prepare for the next day's actions.

Before dawn the next day, he left the space, changed into a student uniform he had prepared in advance. Since no ID was required in the island nation, he swaggered into the crowd entering the station, bought a ticket, and successfully boarded the train.

The train slowly started moving. Lin Yifan sat by the window, pretending to look at the scenery, but actually using his mental power to scan the entire train over and over again. Only after confirming that there was nothing unusual did he relax and quietly wait for the train to arrive at the station.

When the train arrived at Hiroshima Station, Lin Yifan followed the crowd off the train and exited the station. It was only noon on the 4th, and there were still forty-four hours before the bombers dropped their bombs. There was still plenty of time.

Instead of finding a hotel, he went straight to the beach, hid in his space to recuperate, and waited for the bomber carrying the atomic bomb to walk right into his trap on the morning of the 6th.

At 8:15 a.m. the next morning, the system alarm, which had been dormant for several years, sounded again: "Red alert. In 24 hours, the host's location will be subjected to devastating bombing. Please stay away from this area to avoid irreversible damage."

Upon hearing the alarm, Lin Yifan felt relieved instead of nervous. He was glad that his trip hadn't been in vain. Just like in his previous life, the Americans would drop the first atomic bomb at 8:15 a.m. on the 6th.

The system issued an early warning, indicating that the atomic bomb was indeed terrifyingly powerful.

There are still 24 hours until the atomic bomb explodes, there's no need to be so nervous. We can leave at dawn tomorrow.