Chapter 1175 of the Notes of a War Photographer: Wang Zhaojun, a swordsman? He hanged himself with a rope? In the basement?
After coming back to his senses, Wei Ran, who had long been used to seeing life and death, pulled Suisui, who was frightened and pale, to stand up and take a few steps back. Then he opened the car door and pretended to rummage around, using the cover of the glove box to get out of the metal door.
I took out the flashlight from the notebook.
Returning to the basement window that had been pried open, Wei Ran squatted down and turned on the flashlight, letting the dim beam of light shine in.
Without any effort at all, he saw something that scared Suisui. This thing was really scary at first glance, but it was actually a set of Peking Opera costumes that looked particularly gorgeous.
This costume seems to be supported by a stand. The outermost part is an almost transparent tulle, and the inner part is a bright red cloak. On the particularly gorgeous helmet, the two slender feathers are almost touching.
The roof of the basement, at first glance, really looks like someone hanged himself in the basement.
There are naturally more than one set of gorgeous and scary costumes in this large basement. Wherever you look, in addition to a few load-bearing columns surrounded by green iron cabinets, there are also desks placed against the wall.
A little further away, there seems to be some machinery whose outlines are not fully visible.
"Is anyone hanging inside?" Suisui asked in a frightened voice after Wei Ran, hiding behind the ginkgo tree.
"No, come and take a look." Wei Ran waved.
"What is it?" Suisui asked cautiously, holding on to the tree trunk, but she didn't move forward at all.
"It's a pretty costume." Wei Ran walked towards Suisui as he spoke and pulled her to the window.
Cautiously, she knelt down and took a quick peek inside. Suisui immediately closed her eyes, and then opened her eyes cautiously. She saw that the thing covered by the beam was indeed a costume, and then she let out a long sigh.
"I was scared to death. I thought someone was hanging from the rafters."
"You stay here and I'll go down and pick up the flashlight first." After Wei Ran finished speaking, without waiting for Suisui's consent, he leaned his upper body into the window.
After careful observation, he retracted his upper body, moved in with his legs first, and jumped in while grabbing the window sill.
He bent down to pick up the bright flashlight that Suisui accidentally dropped. Wei Ran turned off the metal flashlight in his hand and took back the metal book by putting it into his pocket.
Adjusting the strong flashlight to floodlight mode, most of the things in this four to five hundred square meter basement were illuminated in detail.
He took out a lighter and lit it to test the oxygen content. Seeing that the flame was not extinguished, he put away the lighter and squatted down, reaching out to brush away the thick layer of dust on the floor.
Contrary to his expectations, the floor of this spacious basement was not made of masonry, but rather a solid wood floor that was still extremely solid.
Looking at the top of the head, the height of the basement is at least three meters, and there are two rows of fluorescent light tubes installed on the top of the head. I don't know if they are still usable, but at least they are all intact.
Looking around, there are four load-bearing pillars in the basement that are one meter square. These load-bearing pillars are all surrounded by iron cabinets. In the middle of the four pillars is the outermost set of wooden figures wearing the suit.
A gorgeous costume covered with a layer of tulle, with only two feathers exposed.
Wisely did not touch the costume, and Wei Ran carefully opened the doors of the iron cabinets, only to find that all he could find inside were stacks of white paper that had turned yellow, and some colored paper that had faded and stuck together.
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Although nothing was found in these cabinets, there were two adjacent walls in the basement. There was a row of machinery and tables covered by canvas on each wall, with only the lower half of the machinery and tables exposed.
Gently lifting the greasy canvas, what he didn't expect was that what was placed against the walls on both sides were printing machines that seemed to have similar working principles to sewing machines, as well as some printing machines that he had used when he was a child in a rural school.
, I saw a simple mimeograph machine in the teacher’s office and even helped the teacher.
It's a pity that although these machines seem to be well preserved, there is still no written record of them after this round of searches.
"Did you find anything?" Suisui asked in a low voice as she poked her head into the window.
"no"
Wei Ran said, looking towards the corner against the wall. There was a cement step going up against the wall. There were carved wooden handrails on the edge of the step, but at the end above the step, there were red bricks built straight up and down.
He stood up and completely blocked the only entrance and exit connecting the first floor and basement.
After taking a photo of the stack of red bricks that were clearly built in the later period, Wei Ran turned around and looked at the corner of the wall at the bottom of the cement steps. There was a solitary and extra locked iron cabinet.
Glancing in the direction behind him, he saw that the only window that had been pried open was tightly blocked by a load-bearing pillar. Wei Ran reached out and took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, then took out a kerosene lighter, pulled out the cotton ball inside and locked it.
I squeezed a few drops of kerosene into my eyes.
After waiting for a moment, he easily opened the old-looking padlock with the lock picking tool in his hand.
However, when he carefully opened the cabinet door, his brows jumped involuntarily!
On the bottom shelf of this iron cabinet are two large brown glass jars with a capacity of three to four liters and frosted lids.
On the glass jars that looked particularly thick, the scary words "potassium chlorate" and "picric acid" were written in vigorous calligraphy.
Fortunately, both glass jars are empty. Otherwise, once they are mixed together, the explosive power will definitely be much greater than the same volume of black powder.
Looking at the second layer of the iron cabinet, he only felt his temples beating. There was a Browning M1906 pocket pistol that was still shiny with oil and a Japanese Type 26 revolver!
"It's going to kill me."
Wei Ran glanced behind him again, without caring much, he took out the food box as quickly as possible, threw the two guns in randomly, and then immediately put away the food box.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! It was only then that he noticed that there was a poem written in red paint in the iron cabinet:
Orphans cry without tears, and mountain ghosts gather into phosphorus.
Guests in sackcloth on the ancient road meet with white-haired relatives in empty curtains.
There is still a dream in Xunbei, but there is no one carrying the rice.
If you are loyal and filial to family affairs, why should you ask this person?
Wei Ran scratched his head and had already returned the Tang poems and Song lyrics to the teacher. He decisively took out his mobile phone and took a photo first. After confirming that there were some red potion, gauze and other things in the cabinet on the top, he
There were no dangerous items, so he breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the costume on the wooden dummy in the center of the basement.
Perhaps it has been stored in this dark basement for too long, and this costume has been covered with dust. If you look closely, you can see that the outermost tulle has actually been slightly damaged in some places, and the two feathers are also damaged.
Even though he is bald, the costume underneath still looks graceful and gorgeous.
After turning around and observing for a while, Wei Ran carefully lifted the tulle, took out his phone again, took a photo of the costume and sent it to Suisui, who was still waiting outside the window, while looking towards the window.
As he walked, he greeted loudly, "Suisui, send the photo just now to your grandpa. He likes to watch Peking Opera when he has nothing to do. He will definitely recognize who is wearing that costume."
"Are there any treasures inside?" Suisui asked while sending the photo.
"No"
Wei Ran responded with pretense of regret, "This seems to be a small printing factory. Apart from those machines, there is nothing of value at all."
"Shall I pull you up?" Suisui stretched her arm towards Wei Ran in the basement.
"I'm afraid I'll drag you down." Wei Ran stood on tiptoe and handed the flashlight to Suisui, "Stay back and I'll go up by myself."
Hearing this, Suisui immediately took the flashlight and moved out of the way, while Wei Ran also easily grabbed the window sill after a run-up, kicked hard twice, and climbed out through the narrow window that was only half a meter high.
"Call your second uncle"
Wei Ran, who looked like a mud monkey, said while slapping the dust all over his body, "Let him help seal this window again temporarily."
"I'll make a call right now." Before Suisui could finish her words, she had already dialed her grandfather.
After the grandson and grandpa communicated for a while, Suisui hung up the phone and said, "I asked, and my grandpa said that the costume seemed to be worn by Wang Zhaojun, the swordsman and horsewoman in Concubine Han Ming, Wang Zhaojun. He said he also
Not sure."
Wang Zhaojun? Isn’t that a girl?
Inexplicably, Wei Ran couldn't help but remember that Chen Guangling told himself that Mr. Tao was a pillar in the local opera troupe when he was young. Could it be that he was singing this Wang Zhaojun? Probably not?
Just when he was confused, he heard Suisui continue, "My grandpa asked you to take some more photos to show him."
"What else are you taking pictures of?"
As he spoke, Wei Ran jumped into the basement again, "I'll try to see if I can move it out and have a good look at it."
