The day before leaving the power-free station, Wei Ran, Qin II, Xia Shushi and Zhong Zhen chatted for a whole afternoon in a closed Chinese restaurant.
In this afternoon, the former CBI family search team was reorganized and the organizational structure was determined with Wei Ran, Xia Shushi, and Zhong Zhen performing their respective duties in the Ming Dynasty, and Qin II fully assisting in the secret. By the way, also
They clarified their respective division of labor and agreed on the same combat goals.
At the end of this long meeting, which only four people attended, Zhong Zhen also gave each of the three Wei Ran a small gift.
Contrary to the expectations of Wei Ran and Xia Shushi, Zhong Zhen gave Qin II an ivory seal the size of a thumb.
When they were in the UK, Wei Ran and Xia Shushi saw this seal with their own eyes in the canvas cover of the British Army P44 kettle.
According to Zhong Zhen's introduction, his cousin Zhou Qiguang's father, Mr. Zhou Guochang, personally designed the seal when he decided to set up a family searching group.
The function of this seal was to unconditionally mobilize all the resources of the Zhou family and some wealthy Chinese businessmen with whom they were close at that time to provide help.
What even surprised Wei Ran and the other three was that even the Sehao monk was once a member of the family searching group.
Unfortunately, decades have passed by and this seal has long lost its effect. Those Chinese who were once willing to help the family searching groups unconditionally have been forced to run away because of the suppression of Wudian Guanfang. Even if there are
Those who survived were already in despair.
What’s even more ironic is that, according to Zhong Zhen, the vast majority of Chinese in Freebei today are almost entirely focused on the bloody business of defrauding their compatriots. They have long forgotten what blood flows in their bodies.
color.
"Anyway, I'll leave this to you, the logistics manager."
Zhong Zhen finally said to Qin II, "My cousin asked me to tell you that although this dragon boat flower seal has no practical effect, he is still willing to do his best to help the family searching group."
"Leave it to me." Qin II grasped the seal in his palm, "We brothers must fight a good fight."
"Don't worry, I will start looking for documents when I get home." Xia Shushi was the first to promise. "When I get back, I will develop those photos immediately."
When Wei Ran said this, he also patted the gift box that Zhong Zhen had just given to him. In addition to the films he had developed with his own hands, the gift box also contained some items such as bracelets and amulets.
Various jadeite products such as these.
However, perhaps because it is not expensive close to the place of origin, or because Zhong Zhen deliberately chose better materials, these warm jade products seem to be made of the same materials that the Japs Kitao Chitatsu gave him not long ago.
On top of the Buddha statue.
Almost at the same time that the four of them had settled their business, a bus, accompanied by several off-road vehicles, returned to the hotel one after another.
Before Kitao Chitatsu also returned to the room, he asked his daughter to take out the document from the room and handed it into his hand. He did not notice that the document had been opened, nor did he notice that the document was opened in the corridor.
The camera on the wall has been pointed at the door of the father and daughter's room.
As the instigator, Wei Ran also did not mention the Japanese document whose contents were unknown to Qin II and others.
But on the shore of Kaban Lake in Kazan, Anfiya had turned over all the computers that had been hacked a few hours ago, secretly copied everything that looked interesting, and stored it in a separate mobile hard drive.
inside.
Time passed by and came to the morning of the day of leaving the airport. On the tarmac of Mandalay Airport, Zhou Qiguang, wearing a dark gray Chinese tunic suit, watched with a complicated expression as the last box of urns was delivered into the cabin. Finally, he sighed and solemnly
He bowed towards the hatch that was about to be closed.
When the cabin door was completely closed, Zhou Qiguang straightened up and shook hands seriously with Wei Ran and others who were also wearing Chinese tunic suits. Together with Zhong Zhen, he watched the three of them and the camera crew brought back from Mo's Village.
Boarded the ramp of the transport aircraft.
A moment later, this special flight took off from the airport smoothly and gradually disappeared from sight.
In less than an hour, this special flight landed steadily at Tengchong Airport. However, contrary to Weiran's expectation, although there were already people waiting for a long time at the airport outside the window, no matter Qin II or Xia Shushi
, but had no intention of getting off the plane at all. Instead, after the crew agreed, they each lit a cigarette. On the contrary, the film crew, as if they had received the news, led by the person in charge, each held a cigarette.
The equipment stepped off the plane one by one.
"Don't you want to go down and take a look?" Wei Ran asked in confusion. "You can't go down anymore."
Qin Er said matter-of-factly, "Today's protagonists are not us, so there is no need to go and steal the limelight. Anyway, we have sent them home and our work has been completed."
Wei Ran had no doubt that the other party was just pretending. After getting along with each other for the past few days, apart from other things, at least the camera crew that had been following the action had never interviewed anyone, and had never deliberately given anyone a shot.
.Most of the time, the entire film crew is just a few cameramen taking turns filming in silence.
"Are you worried about running into..." "Cut the nonsense"
Qin Er didn't wait for Xia Shushi to finish speaking before he abruptly changed the subject and said, "Wei Ran, wait until we get off the plane to send us to Dali, and then we can have a good time in Dali for a few days before leaving? Your girlfriend is not here this time, so that's fine.
bring you."
“Just rest”
Wei Ran waved his hand before the other party finished speaking, and took out his mobile phone. While buying a gift ticket to fly to the capital, he said, "I have to rush back to the capital as soon as possible to join others, and then return to Russia. This time
It’s been more than a week since I’ve been lying down. If I don’t go back, my girlfriend will probably think that I’ve been sold out of my spare time.”
"You guys have such a good relationship," Xia Shushi said jokingly, "I will definitely go to your library when I have the opportunity in the future."
"welcome any time"
Wei Ran put away his cell phone and waited patiently for about half an hour while chatting with the two. The plane took off again and landed smoothly at Dali Airport not long after.
He went through the immigration formalities step by step at the airport. Accompanied by Qin II and Xia Shushi, Wei Ran waited at the airport for more than an hour and boarded the flight to the capital without stopping.
At the same time, in the National Memorial Cemetery in Tengchong, a huge red emerald stone tablet was firmly erected in front of the tomb of a mass grave in the presence of many people and cameras.
When the bright sunshine at noon penetrated the red jade belt in the center of this clean tombstone, it also projected a blood-red color in the center of the mass grave behind it.
At the edge of the cemetery, the photographer who had followed the entire excavation and relocation process also focused his lens on the blood-red color, kept zooming in and zooming in, and finally shut down the machine completely with a tired sigh.
Just two days later, a documentary titled "Who Are They" was quietly released on several online platforms in China.
This documentary, which can be watched for free, contains no interviews with anyone, any introductions or even text narration.
All that was captured in the footage were muddy and humid jungles, raging mosquitoes, dilapidated temples, a slightly shaky lens, and background sound with almost no noise reduction.
However, when that special stone monument appeared in the camera, when the young man in the camera who looked like a boy and a girl was stunned when he read out the inscription behind the tombstone, when the camera slowly changed from "Anonymous 1" to
Time to move to "Anonymous 1377".
When the camera showed a white porcelain ashes jar that had been manually transported from the cave, in a tourist city in Yunnan Province, there was a balding man behind the desk in the reception room of an exceptionally beautiful B&B.
The middle-aged B&B owner also widened his eyes in surprise.
On the dirty computer screen, this documentary, which does not even have narration and is only less than half an hour long, is also zooming in as the camera focuses on the blood reflected by the sun on the mass grave.
It's coming to an end.
As the subtitles continue to rotate, the documentary ends with black-and-white photos that have been hidden for more than half a century.
In those photos, there are two expeditionary force soldiers, a young monk and a foreigner with a high nose. There are oxygen lights under the flames of war, and there are also expeditionary force soldiers standing side by side with Zhou Guochang in front of a burning temple in Toungoo City.
.
The bright smiles of those soldiers could not hide their fatigue and sadness, and their generally emaciated bodies could not hide the mass graves being buried behind them.
Finally, the documentary turned into a completely black background. Amidst the typing on the keyboard, lines of blood-red handwriting slowly popped out, and red characters were written one after another:
Thanks to soldier Zhou Guochang and thanks to soldier Qin Shouzheng
Thank you to Liang Yimin, the leader of the cooking class. Thank you to Anonymous 1. Thank you to Anonymous 2. Thank you to Anonymous 3--
"What the hell is this! Alas!"
The balding middle-aged boss clapped his thigh and sighed. After a moment, he stood up and walked into the storage room not far away. He laboriously lifted a wooden box containing various sundries and carried it in alone.
He walked into the van at the door without even locking the door. Following the navigation prompts, he drove to the National Memorial Cemetery hundreds of kilometers away.
Behind him, on the dirty computer screen, there were not only rolled-up subtitles, but also the last line of white subtitles at the end of the long thank you:
