In the basement where wine and food were still placed, under Wei Ran's gaze, the metal book slowly turned a page, and the metal quill also wrote a new line of handwriting under the red whirlpool that appeared on the back: I
I wish to bear eternal infamy, but my loyalty and longing are hidden in those blood-red radio waves.
As I wrote this, a counter-rotating blue vortex appeared under the page. The metal quill also wrote under the blue vortex, "You are the best bodyguard, please continue to protect us."
's home and its secrets.”
As I wrote this, the metal quill finally hit the page.
Looking up and looking around, the basement has not only been restored to its original state, but the windows that were originally blocked have also been opened, allowing the bright sunshine from outside to shine in.
Tiredly putting away the metal book, Wei Ran did not rush to take out the contents. Instead, he took out the cigarette case and opened it first.
However, when he saw the contents of the cigarette box, he couldn't help but reveal a calm smile.
In this silver cigarette case that can hold 22 cigarettes, the antler cigarette holder obtained in the Soviet labor camp has gone. In its place, there is a gold cigarette holder, a tortoise shell cigarette holder, and 10 cigarette holders.
Qianmen brand cigarettes and 10 Camel brand cigarettes.
Reaching out to pick up the tortoiseshell cigarette holder, Wei Ran couldn't help but smile, took out a Camel cigarette and put it on, lit it in his mouth and took a big puff, then placed it on the edge of the table, letting it go.
It burns slowly.
Continuing to pick up the gold cigarette holder, Wei Ran put it on a Qianmen cigarette. After lighting the cigarette, he also gently placed it on the edge of the table.
He took out the third unfiltered cigarette and lit it in his mouth. After taking a long sip, Wei Ran walked back to the dining table filled with food, poured a glass of lotus white and drank it all.
Amidst the intoxicating aroma of wine, Wei Ran walked to the edge of the large mirror with a cigarette in his mouth. He skillfully reached into the gap to pull out the latch, and then pulled the connecting rod to turn the stair handrail on the other side a hundred and eighty degrees.
Ten degrees.
Slowly pushing open the large mirror, he opened the low door and entered the passage.
Compared with before entering that period of history, this passage has now become what it was back then, with thick cotton curtains hanging almost every meter.
When he reached the end and stood at the door of the printing room, the newspaper was still stuck on the vermilion iron door.
Gently pushing open the iron door, the printing press, mimeograph machine and other equipment originally found in the basement when I took over the house were moved back here in metal books.
Correspondingly, the rifles, pistols and other items that he was worried about what to do with at the beginning, and even the photos of Mei Xiang and those clothes have also disappeared.
Also moved back here were two hospital beds and old-fashioned shadowless lamps above their heads, as well as a metal cabinet filled with medical drugs, and a writing desk next to the cabinet.
Quietly looking at the room that seemed to be frozen in time, Wei Ran took a deep breath and walked to the desk facing the vent.
On this writing desk, there is a piece of extremely thick glass pressed on the wooden tabletop. Under the glass, there is also a very familiar photo of Zhang Weiran.
Subconsciously taking out the metal book, Wei Ran turned to the latest page, opened the paper bag next to the photo, and took out the few negatives inside, only to find that they matched the group photo under the glass.
superior.
Putting away the films and metal notebooks, Wei Ran sat on the chair in front of the desk, stretched out his hand to turn on the desk lamp with a green shade, and then turned on the British B2 spy radio station placed in the center of the desk.
After some research, Weiran tried to connect the power supply and the antenna extending from the vent to the radio, and then turned the power button to turn it on. Unfortunately, except for some beeps and noises, this channel was particularly unusual.
of quietness.
Weiran sighed secretly, and disconnected the power supply and antenna of the radio station in frustration. Then he gently closed it, and then reached out and gently opened the unlocked drawer of the desk.
In this drawer lined with newspapers, there are several thick large brochures.
I carefully picked up the top book and opened it. On the white paper on the first page, there were only five equally graceful calligraphy written on it: "The Thirty-One Years of the Republic of China". I gently turned to the second page, which recorded
The content turned into blue pen characters.
On the third day of the first lunar month, the translation of the report was as follows: It was learned that the enemy and puppet faction...
Without continuing to read, Wei Ran turned to look at a letter posted on the lower half of the page. On this letter, groups of four-digit numbers were written in pencil.
Continuing to flip through a few pages, the content on the back is almost the same as the previous page. They are all the translated contents of the telegram received on a certain day of a certain month, as well as the manuscript paper affixed to this page.
And in the middle, there are also a few scattered reports, but most of the contents of these reports are emergency situations such as so-and-so being arrested, which radio station has been damaged and has stopped contacting.
Putting aside the book that recorded the content of each time he sent and received newspapers, Wei Ran picked up the second book and opened it. Except that the content on the first page changed from the 31st year of the Republic of China to the 32nd year of the Republic of China, the content inside was different.
Still the same.
Read on like this one by one.
When he turned to the last page of the last volume, the handwriting on it had changed significantly. Even the content on it was extremely short and confusing, "October 1, the 38th year of the Republic of China,
The message sent is as follows: This letter comes by chance, God helps Huang Zhonggong."
He took out his cell phone and looked at it, but there was no signal at all in the basement. Seeing this, Wei Ran simply took a photo of this page, and then put these large books into the drawer as they were.
Opening the drawer on the right, there was also a large album. When he opened it, he found that this time it was a photo album.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This photo album not only contains several colorful feathers, but also photos and corresponding negatives of almost everyone he came into contact with during that period of history, and even some of them
, were all taken by him himself.
Sighing secretly, Wei Ran put the photo album that was destined not to be made public back to its original place, and opened the last drawer on the left.
However, there are only three large yellow croakers placed in this drawer, and among these three large yellow croakers, there is a deformed bullet embedded in the middle of one of them.
Beside these three gold bars, there is a photo frame. In this photo frame, Qiu Shi, who is wearing a bright red wedding dress, and Tao Canhua, who is wearing a long gown, are holding hands, standing under the ginkgo tree on the first floor of the study apartment.
Among the fallen leaves on the ground, next to the big parrot that seemed to be flapping its wings, there was an eternally bright smile.
After returning the photo frame to its original position and closing the drawer, Wei Ran finally looked at the hospital bed next to him.
On the upper bunk of this bunk bed, there were several large glass jars placed on the bed, which was only covered with a mat.
However, these glass jars sealed with wax oil are not filled with dangerous picric acid and potassium chlorate. Instead, they are square paper packages one after another. Each paper package is also covered with Juanxiu's
The pen calligraphy starts with "Republic of China" and details the calendar time of the day.
Without even opening it, he knew clearly that what was wrapped in those paper packages were the negatives of printing content received by the underground printing room here.
He also knew that this small square paper packet was the ultimate medicine for the people of that era. The effect they could exert was even far greater than the energy produced by the mixture of picric acid and potassium chlorate.
Without moving the glass jars, Wei Ran shifted his attention to the lower bunk of the hospital bed.
On this shop floor, which was also covered with only mats, there were two camphor wood boxes and a suitcase with the name "Yukio Someya" written on it.
Carefully opening the first box, what was inside was an old-fashioned movie projector, a rolled-up curtain, and several reels of numbered film films.
On the inside of the lid of this camphor wood box, the words "Canhua Drama Troupe - Dingjun Mountain" were written in festive calligraphy.
Is this the arrears scene? Wei Ran murmured to himself, and at the same time carefully buttoned up the camphor wood box.
Opening the second box, half of it contained various books, newspapers and periodicals. The one at the top was the red-covered Scream. On the other side, there were several photo frames wrapped in newspapers.
, these photo frames are all filled with some photos of the young Mei Xiang and Mr. Shang, a famous actor in Beijing, as well as a few signed stills of Mr. Shang.
After wrapping the photo frames again and closing the lids, Wei Ran hesitated for a moment and finally opened the suitcase with Yukio Someya's name written on it.
However, when he saw what was in the box, his brows jumped.
This unlocked box is divided into two levels: upper and lower.
In the space on the lower floor, there lay a wooden box that fit almost perfectly and could be stuffed into the box. In the other half of the space, there were sealant rolls placed next to each other.
On the covers of these bakelite film canisters, the dates starting with the Republic of China are all written in detail.
But compared to these film canisters, he paid more attention to the few lines of Chinese characters written in paint on the inside of the box lid:
Sister Meixiang, when you decide to open this suitcase, Shunzi and I may be dead. If nothing else happens, they will probably attack us on the ship when we return to the recruitment ship.
They have noticed something strange about Shunzi and me, and have been following us recently. We can't escape this time, and dying in the sea may be the destiny of the descendants of the Dan people.
It's a pity that Shunzi is suffering because she is pregnant. Regardless of male or female, we have already thought of a name and it will be called Wugui.
After death, there are only two things that you can't worry about.
One is these negatives, which record all the tragedies that really happened after the nuclear-armed army occupied Tianjin and the various atrocities committed by this French military force over the years.
Although I am a reporter, I know very well that they will never be published in any newspaper. But I also firmly believe that evil will eventually be driven away by justice, and these negatives will be evidence in the trial of those demons.
Secondly, I am deeply worried that my mother's ancestral belongings will flow into the Japanese country. After careful consideration, I decided to leave them to Miss Meixiang for safekeeping. When Ryukyu is free and when I have a hometown, please send them to Ryukyu to choose a place to resettle.
My foolish brother Yifu, my younger brother and sister Shunshu thank you.
Taking a deep breath, Wei Ran hesitated for a long time, and finally carefully opened the wooden box lying horizontally.
However, when he saw the things inside, he couldn't help but froze. Not only had he seen the things in this box before, he even had one himself!
The only difference between the two is that the one he holds is made of gold and is not so big. The one lying in the wooden box in front of him is not only the size of a thermos bottle, but its entire body is also carved from mutton-fat jade.
!
This is a statue of Mazu made of mutton-fat jade!
He remembered very clearly that when the Miss Jiaya who was flying at the Green Funeral sent Lu Xinda to her home in Kazan, he tried to give the golden statue of Mazu to her as a thank you gift and to avoid trouble next time.
The other person’s favor.
It was at that time that Jia Ya not only rejected this too expensive gift, but also revealed that there were 23 gold statues in total, but there were only three mutton-fat jade statues of Mazu, and each of them cost 30
(Ming Dynasty) Heavy!
He even remembered that Jia Ya had said that there were only five gold statues alive, and only one of the mutton-fat jade statues still had its head.
So... could the mutton-fat jade statue of Mazu in front of me, passed down by Rangu's mother's family, be one of those three?
If so, was it a coincidence that this statue of Mazu came into my hands, or was it the arrangement of the metal book?
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Subconsciously glancing at the tattoo at the tiger's mouth, Wei Ran hesitated for a long time, and finally gently closed the lid of the wooden box.
Compared with the authenticity of the statue of Mazu, he now had to consider another thing - whether or not the secrets in the basement should be revealed, especially whether the film negatives should be revealed.
After a long silence, Wei Ran took out the metal book again and turned to the latest page. He frowned and read the words under the inverted blue vortex - You are the best bodyguard, please continue to protect our home and home.
's secret.
In fact, even without this sentence, he could guess from the blurred and countdown paragraphs on the previous page that once the secrets here are revealed, Guan Bingwen, Feng Maoyun, Tang Xiaoyan, Tang Liying, and Tang Meijuan will probably be confused.
The secrets involved in these names are exposed, and even the "Nuo Society" will suffer if it fails.
As for why Tao Canhua did not report it to the country, it is not difficult to explain.
This is not a matter of trusting the country, but as long as it is reported, more people will know. And the more people know, the more dangerous the situation those people face will undoubtedly be. Instead of doing this, choose to keep the secret alone
Maybe it's a safer way.
It's just...it's just that Tao Canhua has been waiting all his life.
He gritted his teeth and endured the pain of losing his wife and son, and gritted his teeth to hold on to the shocking secret, even taking it to his grave.
But...how could he choose himself in the end?
Wei Ran couldn't help but fall into silence as he looked at everything in front of him, no longer having any expectations about whether his family members who had traveled far away would come back.
Or do you have absolute confidence in this hidden underground printing room, confident that it will not be discovered?
Or... when he recalled that period of history on his deathbed, there was an additional "cousin" named Wei Ran?
After thinking about it, he let out a long sigh. No matter how Tao Canhua made the decision, since the old man chose to believe in himself, he would just continue to keep the secret here until...until those countdowns end, until that
The place called Ryukyu regained its freedom.
Thinking of this, Wei Ran finally took out the contents of the latest red vortex in the metal book.
This is indeed a British B2 spy radio. The bright red leather box is extremely sturdy, and there is a colorful large parrot printed on the lid that seems to be flapping its wings and getting ready to fly.
But it doesn't look like a B2 radio station, because the suitcase it uses is not only thicker, but also seems to have lids on both sides, and can be opened.
It felt like two B2 radio stations were stuck back to back.
Gently opening the lid of the side without the parrot, the suitcase contains a neatly stacked set of black Chinese tunic suits, matching shirts, underpants, socks, woolen coats and mid-top Oxford boots.
In addition, there is also a top hat that is too retro for this era. Inside the top hat, there is also a pair of sheepskin gloves and a gray scarf. And at the very edge, there is actually a black
Umbrellas and several gold bars the size of disposable lighters, plus three magazines for PPK pistols.
Bodyguard equipment?
Wei Ran smiled, carefully fastened the lid, turned it over, and opened the lid with a parrot pattern on the other side.
On the inside of the cover on this side, there is a plastic notebook and a pencil fixed. Open the first page of the notebook, and the word "yingluo" is written on it in beautiful pen calligraphy, and a pen is drawn on it.
A lifelike large parrot. Inside the box are all the equipment and spare parts for the B2 spy radio.
After closing the lid again, Wei Ran put it back into the metal book and took out the thing in the blue vortex - the small PPK pistol.
After thinking for a moment, he put the pistol back into the metal book and took out the medical kit from the metal book.
Unfortunately, although he received the Intermediate Field Angel Medal, there was no change in the medical kit.
In contrast, when he took out the camera bag containing Robert's camera, he discovered that the PPK pistol was gone.
That's not bad either...
Wei Ran secretly muttered but also had some regrets. Now in his metal book, whether it is the representative 1911 of the United States, the iconic Nagant revolver of the Soviet Union, or the German PPK, he has collected all of them, but what he is thinking about most is
Box cannon, but still can't even touch the shadow.
Putting away this little regret, Wei Ran finally picked up Yukio Someya's suitcase and turned around and walked out.
During his trips back and forth, Someya Yukio's suitcase and several large glass jars filled with negatives, the camphor box containing the "Dingjun Mountain" film, and even everything in the drawer
, and were moved to the basement one by one by him.
After a final inspection of the printing room, Wei Ran left and re-locked the huge mirror frame. Then he collected the two cigarette holders, the pistol and the radio, and moved the things he had just brought up out of the basement.
It was packed into a car parked at the door.
Since he decided to help keep these secrets, these things cannot be placed here. For him, no matter how safe the underground printing room is, it is not as good as putting it in the cargo hold of the transport truck.
Insurance.
During the transportation, he also noticed that in addition to the basement and printing room that had been restored to their original state by the metal books, the circle of flower beds outside the basement also popped up on their own.
However, now the flower bed is only one meter away from the basement window, and there are no flowers or plants planted in the flower bed.
Fortunately, except for this change that made Wei Ran worried and didn't know how to explain it, this small building still maintained the state of a rough house.
It took a lot of effort to find something to cover the entrance to the basement. Wei Ran turned his head and looked at the sunset on the horizon, but was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he walked to the ginkgo tree in the yard and reached out to pat it.
The thick tree trunk then sat on the ground leaning against the tree trunk and took out the Guqin Yaoguang.
He knew that Tao Canhua had been waiting for Mei Xiang and others to come back, waiting to sing Dingjunshan to them, waiting to play his best Guangling San for his aunt Mei Xiang.
He must have been thinking about this for most of his life - just like he has been keeping those secrets for most of his life.
In the swirling thoughts, as the fingertips plucked the strings, the melody of Guanglingsan sounded again in the yard.
After a long time, when the song ended, Wei Ran silently put away the guqin, like a qualified successor, locked the door of the small courtyard, drove away from the dilapidated small building that had long been forgotten, and drove straight away.
Went to the address given in the metal book.
Before the sun went down, he drove the car to the junction of Tianjin and Hebei, near a small village next to the Yongding River.
With the help of the navigation coordinates, Weiran finally parked the car on a small piece of high ground about a hundred or ten meters away from the river.
On this small highland surrounded by farmland, there is a patch of more than a dozen old-looking willow trees. Not far away, there is a small courtyard with a locked door.
In the middle of this patch of willow trees, there are more than a dozen exceptionally well-kept tombs.
None of these tombs have tombstones, but one of the willow trees grew out of the center of a millstone that could be three meters in diameter.
Due to years of growth, this millstone has been stretched out from the middle by the willow tree. Also due to years of growth, the three-piece millstone has also grown into the trunk of the willow tree.
But on this millstone that was broken into three pieces, there were not only plates of fruit offerings and bottles of white wine, but also several names clearly engraved that seemed to have been painted red not long ago:
Xu Kejian, Xu Keqin, Chen Xiuyu, Ran Yifu, Guan Bingwen, Feng Maoyun, Guan Lingling, Tang Juechen, Tao Meixiang, Tang Yingluo, Yao Moli, Yang Panyi, Meng Deshui....
At the end of these names that he knew or didn't recognize, he also saw the names Cao Qiushi and Tao Canhua.
Rubbing his face vigorously, Wei Ran raised his head and saw in a corner not far away, at the very edge of the cemetery, a tomb that had obviously been added recently.
Beside the tomb, there were some memorial fruits and a plate of sesame cakes, as well as some ashes left by the burned paper money.
Just when he was secretly lost in thought, an old sheepherder drove his sheep over from the frozen wheat field not far away.
"Young man, what are you doing here?" The old man shouted enthusiastically from afar.
"I went the wrong way"
Wei Ran replied loudly, "Uncle, what kind of place is this? Why is there such a cemetery? It looks scary."
"Here"
The old man smiled, walked over slowly, and tapped the millstone with the whip in his hand, "This cemetery is called the Meng Family Cemetery. It is said that it used to be the cemetery of a family named Meng."
"I think there is only one person named Meng here?" Wei Ran asked pretending to be confused.
"No, don't look at the inconspicuousness of this place. The people who can be buried here are not ordinary. Let's put it this way, the names of the people who can be buried here have been engraved here in advance. Those who are not engraved here, use me
When dad was alive, even if he died here, he would have to be carried to a distant place and buried!"
After the old man finished speaking, he pointed at one of the names with the whip in his hand and said with great pride, "This, Zhao Lisheng, this is my grandfather.
He is also buried here, but my father is not qualified to be buried here, let alone me.
When I was a child, I heard my grandfather say that the last Meng family member in the Meng family graveyard was his master. His master said that anyone who could be buried here was a great benefactor to us.
Descendants must take good care of themselves. During every year and festival, paper must be burned to build the tomb, and no one should be kowtowed to less.”
"Your grandfather must be some kind of powerful craftsman, right?" Wei Ran, who had already guessed something, asked deliberately.
"Hi! Where is it!"
The old sheepherder laughed loudly and slapped his thigh, "He's just a sesame-cake maker. If you come during the day, go to the entrance of the village and look for it. The sesame-cake stall with the most people is mine.
That craft was passed on from my grandfather to my father, my father passed it on to me, and I passed it on to my son.
It's a pity that my grandson is unwilling to learn how to make sesame seed cakes. He is crying and insisting that he has to go to a technical school to learn how to play games. He says that playing games can make money and bring glory to the country.
Alas! We are old. In this era, we old farmers cannot keep up!"
"Maybe your grandson can really bring glory to the country."
Wei Ran agreed with a smile, then pointed to the small courtyard not far away and asked, "Uncle, who owns that courtyard?"
"That courtyard," the old man smiled, "it used to be a small temple, but no one has lived in it for a long time. During these four seasons, when we come to visit the graves, we will also rest in that courtyard.
.”
Having said this, the old man looked at Wei Ran and asked, "Which family buried here are you related to?"
"Mr. Tao Can Hua Tao," Wei Ran said, "come and see him."
"I guess so. People have been coming to see him one after another in the past two days."
The man, who was in his fifties, smacked his lips and said, "When I was young, I studied singing with Teacher Tao.
It's a pity that we didn't live to eat that bowl of rice after all. The only thing Teacher Tao praised me for was that my sesame cakes were delicious.
But Teacher Tao was so strong at that time, he could eat four or five biscuits in one meal and drink two large bowls of pulp."
"yes..."
Wei Ran sighed softly, "Uncle Zhao, it seems that I found the right place. Can I come here more often in the future?"
"Yes, why not?"
Uncle Zhao, the sheepherder, did not doubt Wei Ran's identity, and enthusiastically agreed, even trying to invite Wei Ran to his home.
Pretending to be in a hurry, Wei Ran declined the old man politely. Wei Ran took one last look at the edge of the millstone. In the end, he no longer had any worries and drove away from this peaceful land, heading towards the capital in the night.
On this night with two days left before New Year's Eve, Wei Ran once again rushed to the small courtyard hidden in the peach trees in the mountains on the outskirts of the capital.
He calmly endured the severe pain of the needle and took out the crawler-type transport vehicle. When his body recovered from the severe pain, he silently loaded all the things he had brought into the cargo hold of the transport vehicle and carefully put them away.
Wei Ran looked at the items placed in the cargo hold, and muttered to himself as if he was comforting Tao Canhua, and also as if he was comforting himself who couldn't wait any longer, "There will be a day when you will see the light of day again.
And it’s certainly not too far away.”
It wasn't until his heart became more and more calm that he opened the cigarette case, took out a cigarette, put it on the holder, lit it, and took a deep puff. Then he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, and put away the huge cigarette without saying a word in the severe pain.
